Del Mar

Del Mar 

Jonathan they called you

Soaring so high

Now you’re pecking for the crab

I’ll command you to fly

As I swoosh you away

The crab you’ll nab

Another day

They’re curious

Those Yanks of city streets

Thinking they know of

Crackers beat and sand retreats

Here friend and foe

Gather to meet

Under blue sky and cirrus

The furious swirls beneath their feet

Sand and salt water

Mix as you tumble

Skin scrapes as you swirl

Hold your breath through the rumble

Scared, panic

Waters twist and turn

Suddenly set you free

Your first gasp of air

As you emerge from the sea

(c) Copyright Artemis J Jones 2016

This started from micro poetry that i posted on twitter.  I force myself to stay in 140 characters, save them and them have another look. 

Be Well!  AJJ

The Death of the Jester's Son

The Death of the Jester's Son

By Angela Stol 

Who says Death is black?

It is white as your unsoiled dress shirt

like your mother’s faithless shoulder

like the aqueous mass where tremble

the astonished eyes of your father.

White

as your bloodless cheeks

rested on the chest of a false queen

crowned and shielded by her mantle of broken stars

she, who holds your little body in another version of Michelangelo’s Pietà

only heavier and darker

empty of mercy and redemption.

And then, who said Death is black?

Angela Stol is new contributor
You can find her work at
misegundavezblog.wordpress.com

Old Racing Skippers When You Die

Old Racing Skippers When You Die

By Dennis Coates

OLD RACING SKIPPERS WHEN YOU DIE,

SET DEADBEAT COURSE FOR HEAVEN’S LIE,

BEAT AND GYBE, ON TACK OR FREE,

FOLLOW THE COURSE-LET GLORY BE.

LAST MARK ASTERN. AND SPINNAKER SHY,

ALLOW FOR THE LINE BUT KEEP HER HIGH,

HELM HER TRUE, STAND CLEAR OF OTHERS,

SHOUT LOUD AND CLEAR YOUR VIEW OF MOTHERS.

SAINT PETER WAITS WITH GUN ABEAM,

A STICKLER FOR RULES, SO KEEP IT CLEAN,

AND WITH THE LINE PLAIN TO BE SEEN,

HAIL "STARBOARD GOD" - YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN?

JUST SHOOT THE LINE AND CALL IT RIGHT,

YOU MIGHT BE IN HEAVEN. YOU REALLY MIGHT.

About the Author: Dennis Coates has raced and cruised small sailboats in the United Kingdom for over fifteen years. He placed tenth in the 850 RTI in the UK the third year of the race. Now he is helping his sons follow a passion for the water.

To pay the bills he is a management lecturer and consultant, working with government and leading corporations.. He is the author of three non-fiction management texts but Into Happy Havens is his first novel.. Coates lives in West Dorset. U.K.