Captian's Log Poem: The Time 9 Sep 2020 Please Read: The Time There are times, and there are places. There are voices, and there are songs. I have said nothing, yet I have meant everything; My mouth is…
Captian's Log Prayer: Confession 2 Sep 2020 I heard you call, but still I slept; I knew your voice, but did not come. How can I, a retched man, still pray? I loved you little, sought the…
Captian's Log Short Poem: I Must Go Down 31 Aug 2020 There's darkness in the deep where things are bound to creep, yet still I must go down. There’re things I can't describe, unknown to man or tribe, yet still I…
Captian's Log Poem: Battle Cry 29 Aug 2020 By the broken hands which turn,—Can I tell you? Can you learn?—by this sacred grove of trees—in this light cast by their leaves,in this mountain's shadow cold,in this moment growing…
Captian's Log Poem: The Comforter 28 Aug 2020 In a little grove, an old chapel, weathered and leaning . . . In a quiet hour, a man, kneeling, praying . . . In a deserted street, a soul…
Captian's Log Poem: Darkness Whispers; Wisdom Shouts 23 Aug 2020 I heard a whisper in the trees, a song blown from the seas, it carried in the breeze, and hearing it did freeze. I saw the eagle soaring high, yet…
Captian's Log Poem: Softly Time Kills 21 Aug 2020 Silently the hourglass is turned Only one grinning skull can see Finality begins its slow ebb Tick tock, the clock is winding down Long are the chimes that ring out…
Captian's Log Short Poem: Must Roam 11 Aug 2020 There seems no place for me within this dream, nor water found, nor sky, nor stars. They seem, these missing elements, my long-sought home. Until I find these three, I…
Captian's Log Walt Whitman and Telemarketers 10 Aug 202010 Aug 2020 I had a little fun today. I was receiving those lovely, if unrequested, interruptions in my afternoon known patiently as telemarketers. There are less patient descriptions of such phone calls…
Captian's Log Poem: Without Light 7 Aug 2020 Old, sallow death is watching you, he's waiting at your side; just turn and he'll be in your view when time has come to die. The sands are falling faster…
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