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Today’s Poem ~ A Drunk Pilot Whispers in the Wind

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A Drunk Pilot Whispers in the Wind (Inspired by William Wadsworth)

Drunk Pilot (guest poet)

My head spins round and round on high
As I command this drunken flight
But once, long ago, I too would sigh
At rainbows in the sky’s delight

Yet now I am a pilot, inebriated
No longer just a dreaming youth
My life is filled with joys that are debated
As I soar through the clouds, uncouth

But even as I stumble through the air
I cannot help but feel a sense of cheer
For though I am a man now, impaired
The child in me is still very near

So let me fly, despite my state
For in this moment, I am free
And when I grow old, let me relate
The tales of my wild youth, with glee

 

Poem available on the Drunk Pilot along with entertaining stories.

Today’s Poem ~ Crossing the Bar

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Crossing The Bar
Lord Alfred Tennyson
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;

For tho’ from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar.

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