09-26-2005, 05:23 AM
I don't know if this is proper poetry. I just write out words that sound good to me. I wrote this an hour ago.
The Mariner
By Michael J
Away I must sail. For home is calling
in the shadow I must roam. For the light has far fallen
Away I must sail for my children are waiting
I have traded my wares.
That to some seem little care.
I bring not the staples of life.
But I bring laughter and information galore
A small distraction against years of long toil,
a precious gem now little known.
There where better days than this
Days where we all lived in bliss
Days with music and light
Days with machines of might
Days where being idle was a way of life.
Days with silly old men and their silly old power
Days when the the crude ruled the hour
Days that are long gone, now that the shadow has come
And look at us now.
Splinters scattered by the storm
Memory fading
Wisdom failing
Darkness growing
And yet life there is still
Farewell I yell
My hold is overflowing.
And your fields need sowing
In the darkness we must fare
without any sign of it slowing
Away I must sail. For home is calling
in the shadow I must roam. For the light has far fallen
Away I must sail for my children are starving
The Mariner
By Michael J
Away I must sail. For home is calling
in the shadow I must roam. For the light has far fallen
Away I must sail for my children are waiting
I have traded my wares.
That to some seem little care.
I bring not the staples of life.
But I bring laughter and information galore
A small distraction against years of long toil,
a precious gem now little known.
There where better days than this
Days where we all lived in bliss
Days with music and light
Days with machines of might
Days where being idle was a way of life.
Days with silly old men and their silly old power
Days when the the crude ruled the hour
Days that are long gone, now that the shadow has come
And look at us now.
Splinters scattered by the storm
Memory fading
Wisdom failing
Darkness growing
And yet life there is still
Farewell I yell
My hold is overflowing.
And your fields need sowing
In the darkness we must fare
without any sign of it slowing
Away I must sail. For home is calling
in the shadow I must roam. For the light has far fallen
Away I must sail for my children are starving