Poetry thread

Here's a long one. It needs some more work. It can be taken at face value, but there is a fair amount of metaphors. If interested, I can explain.

Other poems using ships don't use dreams a cargo. This is masking, absorbing others ideas, delivering their dreams and not your own. 

I have some better stuff about how thinking and the mind works, which I may make into a collection. 

I also plan to write a film script.

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Ship of dreams

From timbers new, we carve and hone,
Error teaches, till skills are grown.
Our mast and keel, the major choices,
From deepest truth, project our voices.
To ribs we shape, and hammer planks,
To gain a form, we feel the flanks.
With time our craft, do we refine,
Our vessels shape, within our mind.

Construct as best, as we are able,
With earnest hope, we trust it's stable.
The day draws near, we knew it would,
The slip to leave, we know we should.
A simple test, with all at stake,
To reach the world, a chance to take.
Our vessel rests, in waters calm,
Dreams are loaded, to fears a balm.

Though still naïve, we doubt we'll fail,
We'd like more time, yet still we sail.
Our ship of dreams, reflects the sun,
Out puffs our chest, we want some fun.
Unfurl our sails, colours on show,
They flap then hold, and off we go.
A gust then comes, with heel and creak,
To test our ship, and weakness seek.

An empty map, our plan unclear,
To roam afar, or shore stay near?
How bold to go, and what to see,
What trips to have, and who to be?
If fate be kind, we learn our trade,
We grow ourselves, with journeys made.
A ferry of dreams, some delivered,
But of our own, merely slivers.

Some storms are seen, with time aplenty,
A change of course, avoids them gently.
But some appear, with warnings few,
A test of courage, to make it through.
Sails are reefed, and hatches shut,
From times like these, our jib is cut.
On angry waves, the ship is brave,
We struggle hard, our dreams to save.

Skills are tested, we must prevail,
Our inner drive, to tell the tale.
Own eyes to see, knowledge hard won,
Damage patched, was almost fun.
Yet while we float, there is a cost,
When taking stock, a dream was lost.
We journey on, we mask our pain,
Life does not wait, for peace to gain.

There is still hope, the dream be found,
Upon some rocks, or run aground.
From up above, there comes a cry,
"Our luck is in, a dream I spy!"
As we draw near, we see the frame,
The dream it holds, is not the same.
Loss is mourned while onboard we haul,
New cargo fresh, it may yet call.

Too much can we, for granted take,
If ship repairs, we do not make.
And once again, the ship is stressed,
The tightest hatch, the sea caress.
The water seeps, then pours right in,
We fight so hard, it feels quite grim.
So much effort, and more we gave,
Our ship with dreams, we dared to save.

Courage stunned, to self I think,
I must put first, I must not blink.
In water cold, and bracing air,
I swim away, then turn and stare.
The tempest wails, she comes apart,
With cracks and groans, and sinking heart.
The shock alone, was hard to bear,
To stay afloat, I barely care.

Larger pieces, on waves do float.
My options thin, and none a boat,
To it I cling, on currents drift,
To land ahead, my spirits lift.
My keel and mast, they wash ashore,
Memories and scars, from storms before.
The deepest truths, of which I cared,
Have not been lost, my values spared.

To terms I come, mistakes to learn,
Wounds now healed, grief now burned.
Rebuild the ship, but what of dreams?
Desire now comes, to find the means.
Reuse the keel, with stiffer ribs,
Improve the frame, and change the jib.
From pain I forge, a harder nail,
Authentic self, new planks and rails.

The mast again, it rules the sky,
From up above, new banners fly.
The day draws near, was ever so,
The reef  to leave, I have to go.
With fuller map, and wiser plan,
A weathered hand, a wiser man.
I journey forth, with goal in mind,
My course is set, a dream to find.

Along it comes, no fuss to see,
The dream, it floats, and comes to me.
Outstretch a hook, and bring it in,
It was not where, I thought I'd win.
Lock is rusty, with knock, opens.
Lid propped up, hinges broken,
Inside there lies, the goal I sought,
By other course, could not be bought.

No more to sail, with dreams to lose,
I seek a base, with time to use.
With peaceful mind, to settle down,
My tale to tell, without a frown.
Wisdom to share, I hope it will,
For others help, improve their skill.
I do not speak, but still maintain,
A silent wish, to try again.

Here's a long one. It needs some more work. It can be taken at face value, but there is a fair amount of metaphors. If interested, I can explain.

Other poems using ships don't use dreams a cargo. This is masking, absorbing others ideas, delivering their dreams and not your own. 

I have some better stuff about how thinking and the mind works, which I may make into a collection. 

I also plan to write a film script.

.

Ship of dreams

From timbers new, we carve and hone,
Error teaches, till skills are grown.
Our mast and keel, the major choices,
From deepest truth, project our voices.
To ribs we shape, and hammer planks,
To gain a form, we feel the flanks.
With time our craft, do we refine,
Our vessels shape, within our mind.

Construct as best, as we are able,
With earnest hope, we trust it's stable.
The day draws near, we knew it would,
The slip to leave, we know we should.
A simple test, with all at stake,
To reach the world, a chance to take.
Our vessel rests, in waters calm,
Dreams are loaded, to fears a balm.

Though still naïve, we doubt we'll fail,
We'd like more time, yet still we sail.
Our ship of dreams, reflects the sun,
Out puffs our chest, we want some fun.
Unfurl our sails, colours on show,
They flap then hold, and off we go.
A gust then comes, with heel and creak,
To test our ship, and weakness seek.

An empty map, our plan unclear,
To roam afar, or shore stay near?
How bold to go, and what to see,
What trips to have, and who to be?
If fate be kind, we learn our trade,
We grow ourselves, with journeys made.
A ferry of dreams, some delivered,
But of our own, merely slivers.

Some storms are seen, with time aplenty,
A change of course, avoids them gently.
But some appear, with warnings few,
A test of courage, to make it through.
Sails are reefed, and hatches shut,
From times like these, our jib is cut.
On angry waves, the ship is brave,
We struggle hard, our dreams to save.

Skills are tested, we must prevail,
Our inner drive, to tell the tale.
Own eyes to see, knowledge hard won,
Damage patched, was almost fun.
Yet while we float, there is a cost,
When taking stock, a dream was lost.
We journey on, we mask our pain,
Life does not wait, for peace to gain.

There is still hope, the dream be found,
Upon some rocks, or run aground.
From up above, there comes a cry,
"Our luck is in, a dream I spy!"
As we draw near, we see the frame,
The dream it holds, is not the same.
Loss is mourned while onboard we haul,
New cargo fresh, it may yet call.

Too much can we, for granted take,
If ship repairs, we do not make.
And once again, the ship is stressed,
The tightest hatch, the sea caress.
The water seeps, then pours right in,
We fight so hard, it feels quite grim.
So much effort, and more we gave,
Our ship with dreams, we dared to save.

Courage stunned, to self I think,
I must put first, I must not blink.
In water cold, and bracing air,
I swim away, then turn and stare.
The tempest wails, she comes apart,
With cracks and groans, and sinking heart.
The shock alone, was hard to bear,
To stay afloat, I barely care.

Larger pieces, on waves do float.
My options thin, and none a boat,
To it I cling, on currents drift,
To land ahead, my spirits lift.
My keel and mast, they wash ashore,
Memories and scars, from storms before.
The deepest truths, of which I cared,
Have not been lost, my values spared.

To terms I come, mistakes to learn,
Wounds now healed, grief now burned.
Rebuild the ship, but what of dreams?
Desire now comes, to find the means.
Reuse the keel, with stiffer ribs,
Improve the frame, and change the jib.
From pain I forge, a harder nail,
Authentic self, new planks and rails.

The mast again, it rules the sky,
From up above, new banners fly.
The day draws near, was ever so,
The reef  to leave, I have to go.
With fuller map, and wiser plan,
A weathered hand, a wiser man.
I journey forth, with goal in mind,
My course is set, a dream to find.

Along it comes, no fuss to see,
The dream, it floats, and comes to me.
Outstretch a hook, and bring it in,
It was not where, I thought I'd win.
Lock is rusty, with knock, opens.
Lid propped up, hinges broken,
Inside there lies, the goal I sought,
By other course, could not be bought.

No more to sail, with dreams to lose,
I seek a base, with time to use.
With peaceful mind, to settle down,
My tale to tell, without a frown.
Wisdom to share, I hope it will,
For others help, improve their skill.
I do not speak, but still maintain,
A silent wish, to try again.

Excellent, what a journey!

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While not poetry, this was a quick bit of fun. I wondered if I could write 2 lines where the number of syllables increased then shrank back down and have it make sense. It needs control of phrasing and meter. An exercise I set myself.

Two characters are developed, with no scene, name, place or details. The AI read all sorts of things into it.

1
Yo?
No

2
Hello?
Now what.

3
Back again.
Go away.

4
Hello once more.
Do you hear me?

5
I've come back to talk.
Go on, say your piece.

6
I don't know what to say.
But you said hello first.

7
I know, how are you today?
I'm fine, is that all you've got?

8
How long have you been in the dark?I'm not sure I can't see a  clock.

9
That's interesting, aren't you worried?
I'm used to it, do you not like it?

10
It's not my favourite, I'd rather see.
As far as I know there's nothing much here.

11
How do you find food if you can't see the bowl.
You get used to it, you just do it by touch.

12
Don't you step in your food by accident sometimes?
You develop a kind of spatial awareness.

13
Do you think you have a kind of echo location?
I never thought about it. Why do you want to know?

14
Just curious. Is it good to have someone to talk to?
Not bothered. I was quite happy sitting here on my own.

13
Don't you feel unimportant if no-one talks to you?
I've my own sense of identity, I don't need you.

12
Why are you so cold, you could open up a bit.
That's not very friendly, I answered your questions.

11
I know, I'm sorry. I'm just trying to help.
Why? I didn't ask for you for any help though.

10
Thought it might be nice to break your routine.
I like my routines,  I know where I am.

9
Where is that? You can't see anything.
It was figurative, as you know.

8
Do you want to say anything?
Not really, I'm getting tired.

7
Shall I come back tomorrow?
It's your choice, I'll still be here.

6
You are hard to talk to.
It's no big deal for me.

5
What do you want next?
It was your idea.

4
You had enough?
Of your questions?

3
I'm going.
Whatever.

2
See you.
Doubt it.

1
Bye.
Hmmm.