BEATING HEART

BEATING HEART
"Many a beating heart is silenced by the tyranny of indifference." ~Michael Faudet

THE PUREST PLACE

THE PUREST PLACE
"Retrace your steps and go back to the purest place in your heart… where your hope lives. You’ll find your way again.” ~Everwood (Trust Your Journey)

The Bible says

"a man's life consisteth not in the abundance of things which he possesseth."

6 August 2021

ANEJO RUM TO SOUTHERNLAND



Foreword:

Still not in my best, now insomnia is taking its toll. So I revisited my lame poetry. Here's one I wrote for a lame poet sailor. He was supposed to be my fish, but some unloyal sharks took my fish away from me. Oh well as the saying goes, "$%£€" happens. Inday in this poem is the name of the boat in case there will be people who like to jump out into the sea! Hope you'll enjoy the read.

By Leah C. Dancel 

In his hand
Sits a glass
Of Anejo Rum
Shot after shot
He merrily hums.
He osculates with the wind;
As breezy as a jolly friend;
With a shot of Anejo Rum
In his hand,
He skips in comeuppance.
Then slowly,
In manly dignity,
He takes orally
This liquid company;
Cautious not to waste
Its precious droplet
As if it's a clinquant pearl
That hides in the shell.
There's no dripping
While sipping
A glass of Anejo Rum
In his hand
As he stands
on Inday's bow
Right in the middle
Of the Pacific Ocean.
A quirky stranger
With a smirk appears
In folded arms
Quietly watching Inday
Under his cool command
As she drifts with the wind
Of the afternoon swelling tide
The King and Inday glide
Smoothly on a calm sea;
Far away from all the nuisance;
Thinking only of idyllic romance.
The King raises the wings
Of his lone fair lady,
Whose beauty is consumed
By his passion at play.
She curtsies
She obeys
To his every movement
In calculated precision
As he navigates
The familiar sea
With knowing ease
He sails and put her to rest.
Now the helmsman
Feels sombre.
Tho he's bold
And got strong hands;
He becomes feeble
Because of the Anejo Rum
That sits in his hand.
Now he's off to slumberland
And drifting with the wind
In the ocean calm tide.
Where the breezy wind
Is mating his Inday,
In his hand
Is a shot
Of the Anejo Rum.
And they sail
To the southernland.

©Leah C. Dancel
Copyright@2012
All rights reserved 
SH-Australia 
19 November 2012

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Versified Comment in Pilipino 

Ni Florencia Dayao:

Anejo Rum
Alak na Masarap,
Naging Modelo niyan
Kapit-bahay kong  tamad.

Dahil sa kagwapuhan,
Alak ay hinimas..
Hindi na masama,
Kumita siya ng limpak- limpak..

Alak na ito'y,
Marami ang naloko.
Naging popular,
Saan mang dako.

Ewan ko ba ,
Kung saan patutungo.
Ang tulang ito,
Nakakahiya...hhhh
Ako'y nahilo....

August 10, 2021
FPB