Tree Surfing

I built a ship of dreams,
Upon an island shore.
And sailed out on an ocean,
As many had before.

A ship built strong and sturdy,
With vigor from my youth.
I sailed out on the ocean,
Still blinded from the truth.

I sailed without direction,
Upon the open sea.
While searching for a purpose,
An island just for me.

And then I met a woman,
One I truly loved.
I thought a heavenly angel,
Had fallen from above.

My ship had gained a rudder,
My purpose now was clear.
To love this graceful angel,
As long as she was here.

I gave up everything,
My heart was in her hands.
I told her that I loved her,
But she had other plans.

She lulled me into thinking,
That her love was true.
All her actions saying,
“I want to rid myself of you.”

I didn’t see it coming,
I missed all of the signs.
I know now what they mean,
When they say that love is blind.

Once I was not watching,
Once I was asleep.
She took my ship of dreams,
And sailed into a reef.

She left without a reason,
She did not tell me why.
Running from my broken ship,
She left me there to die.

My friends sailed near to help me,
They floated me to shore.
I said I was alright,
And did not ask for more.

Upon the beach I wandered,
Gathering pieces of my boat.
Filled with determination,
Again to make it float.

My ship has lost it’s luster,
It’s hull is cracked and torn.
But it is built much stronger,
Than it ever was before.

Again my ship of dreams,
Sails strongly through the waves.
It basses through the storms,
And keeps me form my grave.

Perhaps another angel,
One who wants my love.
Instead of falling out of heaven,
Will be sent down from above.

Of course now I’m married to a wonderful woman so it’s all good. It’s another poem day today, because 1.) I’m a big lazy butt, and 2.) I had to take my wife to a medical appointment so I only have a few minutes before I have to leave for work. Eventually I’ll run out of old poems and have to come up with new content.
*Shrug*
Oh well until then I hope you’re all enjoying this parade of poetry, and don’t forget to leave comments telling me how much you love or hate it: AND please give suggestions on the what sorts of topics you’d like me to cover in the future.

The smell of smoke;
A char-broiled lamb,
I sense a dragon is at hand.

Above the trees;
Just out of sight,
It waits to eat your child at night.

Fear the fire;
Dread the flame,
And never let it hear your name.

The cursed creature;
A horrid beast,
So chants the shire’s pious priest.

Tied to a pole;
A maiden fair,
It’s said the dragon eats them rare!

When such a gift;
The dragon sees,
His anger just might be appeased.

A shadow falls;
From the blocked sun,
A dragon this way surely comes.

Quick to your house;
And lock the door,
Hide from the monster all abhor.

The people poke;
Their heads outside,
And warily scan the deep blue sky.

They look around;
No dragons here,
But the maiden’s disappeared.

A voice is heard;
One deep and strong,
That can only be a dragon’s song.

A second singer;
Picks up the tune,
On that fateful afternoon.

A maidens voice;
Rains from the sky,
While upon dragon wings she flies.

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That’s right! It’s poem day here at the Tree Surfing blog. I fun little poem don’t you think?
Don’t forget to leave comments about how much you love or hate poem day!

Go and listen to the wind,
Hear the places it has been.

Close your eyes and let it trace,
It’s years of stories on your face.

For it will tell from whence it came,
And where it shall return again.

But to truly understand,
One must journey to it’s land.

Perched upon the tips of trees,
The wind can show itself with ease.

Watch the waves of passion rise,
Along the pines that line the sky.

Feel the power, ride the wind,
Release the fear that’s trapped within.

Catch a ripple in the sky,
Allow it’s singing deep inside.

Oh the songs the wind can sing,
And oh what joy the music brings.

The forest echoes back each chord,
Above it’s voice the eagles soar.

The blustery music fills the ears,
Till it becomes all that one hears.

Poets and dreamers all have known,
The music that the wind has shown.

But those who’ve taken to the sky,
Upon its wings have learned to fly.

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In the chaos of my mind, I’d forgotten that I have acres of writings that I can post in my dry periods. Here is a poem I wrote during my college years, inspired by TREE SURFING! How appropriate. Incidentally I’ve noticed that my site ranks quite high in Goggle when one searches for the term “Tree Surfing”; that’s just cool. I love the internet.

I wouldn’t say that is an example of my best poetic work, but it seemed rather appropriate. I’ll eventually post some higher quality works later, unless the internet crowd starts throwing virtual vegetables, then I’ll go back to the notepad for something different.

By the way, feel free to comment on any of my writings here, even the older posts. I will always try to respond to your comments personally. I’m always interested in what my audience loves and/or hates. I’ll try to give you more of what you like and less of what you don’t.

There is a poetic-prayer that appears on the sidebar of my blog. I think it’s nifty and that others may very well like to use it on their own sites (besides, it’s good PR for me).
You may use this poem on your site provided you don’t claim it as your own work. You may also change the title to: “The Blogger’s Prayer” if you find that is more appropriate to your site.

It would also be nice if you would put a link back to this site along with it. However if you’re not technologically inclined a simple “by Jeremy Steingraber” will suffice. Thanks.

The Poet’s Prayer
Guide these fingers as they type,
My mind is prone to wander.
Put meaning into what I write,
My talents not to squander.

Protect me from the critics rage,
Please guard me in my youth.
Guide my pen across the page,
And turn my ink to truth.
Amen.