C MICHAEL MILLER

C. MICHAEL MILLER

NOTIONS

His childhood ship had paper sails

with chopstick masts and toothpick rails

kite string rigging and popsicle oars

on cedar shingle drifted pond shores

He dreamt adventures and drank in their tales

lives of the sailors of a squalls betrayals

of a ships captain and galleon seamen

of the cabin boys and the prisoned freemen

Loved tales of Mermaids and of the monsoons

stories of Mariners and those of harpoons

of tidal Pool creatures in black shore lagoons

and of mighty whales beneath the Typhoons

He ate the tales like a noontime meal

of the courageous and their hearts of steel

the drawing up nets with the greatest catch

of living a life none other could match

Visit the Mangroves where crustaceans hide

fingerling catfish and mudskippers slide

of all the stories which regaled the oceans

of the things he dreamt and childhood notions

of shipping cargo’s by seas and by lands

of a nations trades and feeding demands

of dynasties built and the monies made

of conquering worlds his planning was laid

Of the ports and docks were the galleons lashed

of the levies he paid and the checks were cashed

The dreams of the boys who grow into men

of life’s realities that bring men to sin

He would fight pirates and the seas buccaneers

kill with a sword blade and wrangle his fears

He molded his life like castles in sand

not knowing how much of his heart they demand

Of the ruthless men who govern the seas

who held not to laws but did as they please

broken was childhood the nobility of dreams

His character was lost in material things

PoetryofProvidence

C Michael Miller

COPYRIGHT © 2015

HUMANITY AND THE SEA

Engaged we be by the roar of the Sea

the surf it’s waves sings it’s rhapsody

The sea she waves be tempest crossed

the boys who sail ‘er knows ‘er cost

victims she’s consumed overboard were tossed

her temperament engulfs the souls be lost

“er winds have billowed in yer sails

and cargoes lashed upon yer rails

the oceans swells where shipping flails

to bolster courage mates swell their ales

A place for men to conquer fear

as daily danger draws it near

there be no calm without skies so clear

them men count lives as precious dear

“er heart she be at never rest

with her bounties has mankind blessed

you stay be fleeting you are only guest

she’ll swallow you and your life ingest

“er character be ever changed

no day with ‘er be err the same

her waters called by many name

there be days of calm but never tame

And man be found like angry sea

with little peace but on ‘es knee

for her crests are tumultuous eternally

and laps the shores displays whats she

You scallywags have heard ‘er tales

those ‘er’s taken that woman bewails

the times ‘er tests and men she fails

who sought adventures in ships with sails

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via Duboff Law Group LLc

THE DISTANT ISLE

I passed the grave     wherein you lay

a thousand died      upon that day

the famine came        the green fields went

ten thousands from       the land were rent

We fled in scores    to other lands

gave up our homes        to needs demands

and yet for us    our hearts there stay

though from her shores    we're far away

We crossed the seas      to sylvan stands

within the brigs                we lent our hands

until our feet    this distant shore

where we arrived     and home no more

Oh green the glens      the heather's home

upon your hills        my memories roam

where there the winds        the grasses tease

and drifting mists     upon the breeze

Where nests the shags    upon the crags

the poor lay still      on beds of rags

where mortal man     has met his match

and nature takes           her deadly catch

Where e'en man     returns to dust

becomes that part     of earths own crust

now rest you men     neath the Isle's floor

no more roaming       it's sandy shore

Mingled the tears     and spent the wines

recorded it's thoughts      of better times

now vanished years      and former days

here hearts do rest      and memory fades

PoetryofProvidence

COPYRIGHT © June 2015

C MICHAEL MILLER

C. MICHAEL MILLER: Poetry of Providence. Voracious reader , love ancient Historians and tracing ideology and belief systems, , love people of every sort even if I don't agree on lifestyle makes for good study and intro- duction to new ideas that of course must be researched. Profound interest in philosophy , art , science ,history , and the great teachers whos words of wisdom have been so deftly passed down in time ,complicated , tempermental , simple , thoughtful , inquisitive , love the deep woods and all of nature from earth to universe . Reseach on anything I want to learn ,exploring new areas love the back roads into the hills , writing and screaming on paper. People watching , inciting others to think,