A Captain's Talk
Lord of the Sea
Boundless Journey Sea Chanty
Philosopher In The Crow's Nest
Maverick Trilogy (CLICK HERE)
"Titans of Maverick" Wipe-Out!
"The Titan of Maverick"
Riding Monster Waves
The Big Island
Women Of The Orient
Redwoods and Beaches
The Little Fish
Shifting Plates (California)
The Earth Shakes
Santa Cruz Harbor
Ballet at Gilda’s
Pig Hunting on Tejon Ranch
The Struggle For Life
Winter Solace Dialogue
The Seasons Of A New England Lake
A Doctor First
A Doctor With A View
My Doctor - Your Doctor
BEAT! BEAT! BEAT! (Electrophysiology Study)
LORD OF THE SEA
Take me to the sea,
And let me sail away
Into the ocean far,
Into the eye of the storm.
With a boat underfoot,
The sail bellowing full,
And the decks rolling.
The wind is mine - to command.
Free at last, spirit - fly!
Let the breeze blow true.
Let the wind blow hard.
The horizon is mine.
A sailor in his boat
Is a "Lord of the Sea".
Sail on! Sail on! Sail on!
Until the last sunset.
"Titans of Maverick" Wipe-Out!
(Ken Collins - 2016)
"It felt like two tons of water on me.
I was being pushed down to the bottom."
"Water was going inside of my head,
Down my throat. I was going to die."
"I activate my inflatible vest.
It pops open and I rise rapidly.
I see the sunlight surface above.
I pop through, gasping for air."
A Maverick wipe-out can kill a surfer
As the water holds you down with crushing force.
It disorients you and you are helpless.
Without oxygen, it is over in minutes.
Only in Half Moon Bay in California
Can you ride a "killer wave of death".
A wipe-out is a death defying experience,
If you survive, life becomes a greater gift.
The "Titan of Maverick"
(Nic Lamb - 2016)
"Today is not a day to be cautious."
The waves of Mavericks are fickle in nature,
They push up from the shelf below the surface,
Rising over sixty feet within a few seconds.
It is the wave that you must catch to ride,
You descend from a raging monster of churning water,
Straight down the face of death and destruction,
Holding board steady, riding the "pipeline" of life.
To be in the "tube" is key to survival,
It is life to ride within and exit again:
Conquering the waters crushing force,
Coming out alive and ready to ride again.
The winner of the "Titans of Maverick" must nail it.
He is the best of the best surfers in the world.
This is not a game nor even a contest, more it is.
It is life and death defying triumph to ride Mavericks.
Riding Monster Waves
(Rodrigo Koxa, November 8, 2017)
I rent a bungalow in Nazare.
It is a small fishing village
On the Central Coast of Portugal.
I am here to ride the biggest waves.
They slowly rise out of the Atlantic.
Substained winds of thirty kilometers
Push the water along until energy builds.
The crests can be as high as twenty feet.
The waves run toward the coast
And suddenly drop into a deep canyon.
The drop and rise escalate the energy,
Creating monster waves eighty feet high.
The waves break and thunder onto shore.
Riding down the front of such a wave is terror.
One fall, drops you below tons of water,
Which will push you down and crush you.
Tragedy and death ride the wave down.
Exhileration or a terrible death are the stakes.
"You have to go straight down." only one chance.
Down you go...the blackness behind you.
"I am running for my life."
"I've never gone so fast on a surfboard."
"I'm in the shadow of the wave, propelled."
"I'm going to outrun the monster... and live."
(World Record: height: varified 80 feet.)
I will never forget those moments.
I was driving my Austin-Healey,
A beautiful white convertible.
I was going skiing in the German Alps.
It was a cold snowy bright morning.
The sun wanting to break through.
The snowflakes swirling all around.
My wake was a cloud of white.
The road went up and back down.
It was hilly, but very straight.
I lost control on the slippery ice.
A spin began as I sped down the road.
Another vehicle crested the hill top,
Coming straight down on my spinning car.
I thought I was finished. I saw the end.
He slipped by, my spin half way completed.
As I spun up the road and crested,
My car turned straight down the road.
Gently, I touched the gas and caught traction,
Sweat glistened on my cold young forehead.
The Mount Everest of forests!
The densest bio-mass on earth!
The grand dame of the Pacific Coast!
So stand the tall redwood forests!
These two thousand year old giants stretch
From the Oregon borderlands south,
Along the rugged Pacific coastline,
Meandering down to central California.
They grow no where else in the world
In a mixture of rich soils and streams.
Watered by coastal fog and Pacific storms,
These regiments of redwoods tower.
Some say they reach to the sky.
But in truth, they are high enough,
With many higher than a thirty story building,
And hundreds of years of history in their rings.
Their magical bark resists fire,
And the ravages of insects and venom.
A break in the bark exposes living tissue,
From which a new sprout will germinate.
The redwoods absorb carbon emmissions,
The underlying streams provide nursuries for salmon,
The habitate is parkland for our leisure.
They present nature in all its glory.
The trees, with healthy forest management,
Supply long lasting lumber of top quality.
The eco-system is a California treasure,
To be preserved and enjoyed by all mankind.
A Little Fish
It is only a little fish.
It swims down the rocky stream
And migrates into the Ocean
Where it feeds and grows big.
After many years at sea,
It returns to its habitat.
The place of birth is imprinted.
It spawns in these sheltered streams.
The roe of a salmon are mixed,
Produced by multiple matings.
Diverse within their creation,
The stock will remain strong.
After spawning, the fish die off,
Becoming food for the animals.
Their residue feeds the soil.
The nutrient rich soil feeds the trees.
The giant redwoods grow high,
Storms, fire and logging topple them.
They fall across forest streams,
Creating quiet pools for nurseries.
Ballet at Gilda's
This restaurant is different.
It is full of life and bustle.
It is movement as in a dance.
The staff performs as if in a ballet.
The maitre-d' smiles and directs.
The bartenter shakes drinks and pours.
The waitresses are poised and helpful.
Even the busboys are part of the rhythm.
Platters of foods, hot and steaming,
Arrive with a smile and anticipation;
Lobster and steak, pasta and soup,
And wine entices the palate.
All is done, and the patrons are happy.
It is time to pay the tab and tip.
Dining is part of life's enjoyments,
The ballet at Gilda's is added fare.
I love my automobile.
Everyone loves thier auto,
Free to travel and enjoy
The luxury of the open road.
I've noticed a few bad trends.
People do not pay attention,
Cell phone usage frightens me.
The driver is no where near focused.
Now, the kids seem to have skills
That are beyond my capabilities.
They drive, eat lunch and text.
Yes, they text messages while driving.
They call that multi-tasking.
I call it insanity and stupidity.
The brain is a marvelous instrument,
But it requires a focus to execute.
I said: "A focus", not skip-focus.
Skip-focus allows you to ere
On multi-tasks simultaneously.
Wake up! You are driving! Drive!!!
Winter Solace Dialogue
The shortest day of the year
Is the day of the long night.
It is a day of rain and storm.
It is a day of gloom and dark.
Yet, it is also a day of warmth
By a crackling fireplace
With friends and companions,
Who can imbibe without care.
The mood should be joyful,
It is the season of holiday cheer.
But this darkness depresses me.
My soul needs light and sunshine.
Turn all the lights up to bright.
Pull your stool close to the fire.
Come huddle near my warm body,
For in time, we'll enjoin to bed.
The warmth of my bed does entice,
With your cool skin to envelope
As it heats in the nights embrace
And darkness turns to light in your arms.
It takes a woman to turn darkness
Into the explosive light of ecstacy.
It takes a woman to make warmth
And to make tomorrow's sunrise brighter.
I think I understand what you mean.
A long dark night in winter
Is a warm joyful night in your arms
And the soul is heated by the nights fire.
A Cold Front
A monolith standing tall
In a cold barren landscape of ice,
With the sun breaking through,
Emerging sun of hope and light.
With darkness of the Antartic night,
In process of receding daylight,
After six months of darkened freeze.
The midnight sun reemerges to renew all.
Note: Poem appears in book: Breaking The Ice, by Anthony F. Fiorentino. A story of a scientific expedition into Antartica.
To be a doctor, a noble endeavor.
You must study and work hard.
You must be committed to excellance.
You must want to serve mankind.
A doctor is a savoir to the needy.
He or she is hope to the suffering.
The knowledge of a doctor is salvation.
A doctors brain is an instrument of care.
We trust our Doctor with our care.
We trust our Doctor in time of crisis.
We trust our Doctor to do her best for us.
A doctor is unique in caring for mankind.
A Doctor First
(Dr. Elisabeth Ryzen)
From nowhere, the attack came.
Her auto immune system failed.
She was subject to destruction
By her own defense mechanism.
Only a powerful drug would help
And the injections soon began.
This drug had many side affects
And her bones began to thin within.
She would pick up a bag of potatoes
And hear a rib snap within.
She would sit down in a hard chair
And her hip would fracture.
The pain and disabilities mounted
And soon she was using a walker,
And ensconced in front of a TV,
Trying to take her mind off the pain.
The drugs finally began to work,
And the many broken bones healed.
She could walk on her own once again
And she escaped from in front of the TV.
Now, back at work and recovering,
Not yet on a full time schedule.
I asked my doctor "Are you OK?"
She paused and thought for the answer.
"I've seen so many who have suffered more.
I expect to recover fully in time.
I enjoy my work and helping others.
I am a doctor first and yes, I'm OK."
A Doctor With A View
(Dr. Elizabeth Ryzen)
It really is nice
To have a smart Doctor:
One who can view more
Than what is in the box.
To look beyond the view,
To search the horizon,
To be open to other ideas,
Is indeed smarter than most.
Experts, with credentials,
They enjoin with opinions,
From all they think they know:
Without reviewing the problem.
It is the problem
That needs to be solved.
No matter the credentials -
I really need a remedy.
Yes, I have a Doctor.
Yes, she is intelligemt.
Yes, she views the problem.
Yes, she has a remedy.
My Doctor - Your Doctor
(Dr. Elizabeth Ryzen. M.D.)
It is personal to have a Doctor.
Your Doctor looks after your health.
Your Doctor is a surrogate for life.
Your Doctor wants you to be healthy.
Your Doctor is the navigator of life,
Guiding you on a journey of good health.
Should a problem develope with you,
You have your Doctor to call for advise.
A Doctor is a dedicated professional.
Their motivation is about giving to others.
They give of themselves in a lifetime of effort,
With others benefiting from their knowledge.
Nothing in life is more valuable to me
Than to be as healthy as I can be.
The very quality of life is in health:
Your moods, physiology and well being.
How does one thank a Doctor for their quality of life?
How does one thank a Doctor for their health?
How does one thank a Doctor for being there?
Those are a few things only we need be thankful for!
(Doctor Zayna Nahas)
The Doctor advised that I proceed
With an operation to remove my cataracts.
I readily agreed, things appeared too cloudy
And the night glare was too much to be driving.
The "phaco" operation took close to an hour.
I was soon out of there with one eye patch.
A night at home and back again to clinic
Where the bandage was removed and the eye checked.
It looked good and I was cleared to drive.
So home I drove, but I couldn't read the signs,
That is, until I removed my eyeglasses,
Everything was clear and I could see everything.
That was a surprise, a one hour operation
And my vision restored to youthfulness.
I discovered what they meant by high definition T.V.
And I really didn't need eyeglasses for much at all.
There was a bit of a shock when I looked in the mirror.
I saw details I had not seen before with cloudy eyes.
The face was older and much more haggard.
Yesterday's beautiful image stared truthfully back at me.
Life Plus Plus Plus
(Stephanie Monterrosa Conversation)
Getting older changes one's focus.
I'm now more interested in lifespan,
I'm talking about extending the norm
And controlling the process of ageing.
Studies that address methology;
We all know exercise is beneficial,
It has been credited to adding to life
Three and a half years of longivity.
I've got your attention now I expect.
Dental flossing, what benefit to life?
Try guessing the life extension factor;
In reality, it is an extra two years of life.
But, that is not even the best of it:
Stress kills, avoiding stress is important,
The data indicates six and a half years
Of lifespan can be lost to STRESS.
This is really interesting, even to youth.
I'll bet you'll floss more regularly now.
How about a steady regime of exercise
And don't get mad at me, if stress gets you.
(Dr. Zayna Nahas)
This time, it was the left lens.
She was breaking it apart
And removing the fragments,
Discarding a foggy view.
I could sense her focus and effort.
This is not an easy profession,
One error in a thirty minute operation
And my vision could be impaired.
I was her second procedure.
There were four more operations
That were scheduled after me.
I knew she would be drained.
Zayna's still young and strong.
She anticipates the challenge.
She enjoys the reward of success.
She is making a difference.
She cuts an opening in the eye
And slips a new lens into the cavity.
Zayna relaxes and the tenseness fades.
Can an ophthalmologist be a hero? Yes.
Basel Cell Cancer
(Dr. Michelle Windmire)
A pimple, nothing more, nothing less.
So I thought when first I noticed.
It did not heal. It did not go away.
This one was not like other pimples.
I called my dermotologist and scheduled.
On Thursday; a look, a scrap, a biopsy.
We'll let you know if it is positive.
"Yes, you have Basal Cell Carcinoma."
"O.K. What exactly do I have?"
It is caused by ultra violet rays.
The sun can be harmful over time.
It is a form of cancer and we must purge.
A local anesthesia in my right cheek.
The Doctor cuts, removes and stiches.
She admires her work professionally:
"It's out, you'll heal nicely in a few weeks."
A thirty minute procedure and it is done.
Cancer removed, a long life in my future.
A pimple is a pimple. That was not a pimple.
"I don't want to die from being stupid."
Hammer And Chisel
(Dr. Rayher & Dr. Kalka)
The dentist advised, my crown failed,
Beneath the surface lingered some decay.
She advised removing, cleaning and refitting,
Of course, that would depend on the decay beneath.
The crown removed, the decay purged,
Not enough left to secure a crown upon.
We'll extract the tooth and implant another.
It is a tough procedure, but you do like to smile.
Back at the dentist, shots to void pain:
Instruments, lights and the action begins.
Try as she would, there wasn't enough old tooth
To grasp and remove from this jaw of steel.
She called in an associate, a sturdy fellow,
"No problem at all. Pass me the hammer and chisel."
That really got my attention, I stiffened up a bit,
Preparing myself for "the hammer and chisel."
It took quite a while from my prospective.
Finally, tooth removed, bone graft implaced,
Stitching taking more time, I wondered at it all.
Done! I staggered away, not quite smiling yet.
My Neanderthal Tooth
(Doctors Khoury and Rayher, Dental Nurses Angela and Khin)
"A little decay below the crown.
We'll remove the crown and purge."
"We got the decay, but one problem:
We lack enough base to reattach."
" We need to extract the residual tooth
And we'll prepare you for an implant."
"You'll have a brand new tooth.
It may be larger than a normal tooth."
"The gap was previously two teeth,
An inclining tooth narrowed the space.
There is only space for one large tooth.
That should work: a one for two "implant".
Two dentists, two assistants, ready to start.
"We'll implace a screw to hold the big tooth.
Drill, drill, drill, drill, correct angle: check!.
The space has to be exact without fail."
Doctor Khoury steps back in admiration:
"It looks right, this tooth will sit right."
Doctor Rayher: "Perfect! You did well."
I'm ready for my big Neanderthal tooth.
When they finally escalate my bones;
Eon's from this time, they will debate:
"Is he Homo Sapian or Neanderthal?"
This debate will occupy many scholars.
(Dr. Edward Mariano)
(Dr. Natasha Funk)
"An operation on you is necessary.
We must perform a surgical procedure
To repair and remedy your injury.
You will be sedated during your surgery.
Next, I had to go to pre-operation.
They checked my vitals and history.
They performed an electrocardiogram.
The Anethesiologist explained the procedure.
I'm wheeled into the operation holding room.
The Anethesiologist determines the dosage,
It could be local, a block or full out,
Depending on the pain management required.
There is always a fear of not coming back.
Surgery is a procedure with inherent risk.
I hope it doesn't hurt, I hope it works.
"Don't worry, we manage pain and reduce risk."
The day following the procedure,
The Anethesiologist checks in on me.
"It was "A Piece of Cake", no pain at all:
Not groggy, no nausea, I feel great!"
A Simple Challenge
The project came into my head.
One little poem, a lark in endeavor.
Can I write a poem on "XX" and "XY"?
That will be tricky, I like the challenge.
Well, I need to make it a trilogy.
It is not complete - I can see that.
Two more poems will do the trick.
I'm beginning to get the hang of this.
The trilogy is good but the story is not done.
There is more to life than three poems.
I'll write a bit more and figure it out.
This is beginning to get interesting.
Oh my God, I've discovered the truth.
It's "Scream" for me and it is real.
The horror of the discovery moves me forward.
I'll reconcile, adapt and get beyond the trauma.
A dozen poems concluded, what a task.
I now understand women as never before.
I have new knowledge, new power, new compassion.
Life is evoled evoleability: required for mankind.
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They Own The Egg
Women have ownership of the egg.
It is theirs and always has been.
The male implants his sperm,
Mostly at the invitation of the female.
It is a design of the milliniums;
Modified, changed and improved.
From hunched "Lucy" to the a smiling "Mona Lisa",
It is the womans creation.
The egg of life delivers:
A male developed with fewer genes,
A male with specialized traits,
A male designed to be useful.
This clever egg even allows
The offspring to look like the Dad,
While being intelligent, able
And beautiful like the mother.
The design developes aggressive males
And a passive female with beauty,
That bears and rears children.
Women know, a male can be replaced.
The "XX" Design
I must be attractive for mating.
I'll have a slender body of curves
With enticements both front and rear.
They will bounce as I walk and cause focus.
I need not be taller than my mate,
As he will protect and provide.
I'll also need the pleasure of mating
And their need be no limit on endurance.
I'll need extra body fat for survival.
Let the male be lean, he'll hunger quickly.
I'll live off my internal reserve of fat.
Yes, my breasts and bottom will round perfectly.
Procreation is the rule of the species survival.
My breasts will feed my offspring for years.
The children and I will bind my mate,
He'll need to return to fulfill his urge to protect.
I'll be verbally more capable than my mate.
With language, I'll be capabe of persuasion.
I'll design full lips and a soft voice.
My eyes will be larger and view better closer.
This will be a dynamic attractive creature.
Woman as art form, beauty to be pursued.
God did not create woman, woman created woman.
"I designed the male too, designed to perform."
The "XY" Design
I need protection by man.
He must be bigger and stronger.
I need substance provided by man.
He must want to work and be able.
His body fat need be less than mine,
As he will hunt and provide substance.
When he becomes hungry, I'll still be full.
When he returns from the hunt, I'll be hungry.
He must desire my slender body.
My curves must attract him to me.
His desire must be observable
So I'll know when to proceed.
He must be capable of delivering his seed
And he must want to procreate.
I must devise a method to bind him,
So that he will provide substance to offspring.
His physic and musculinity must attract me.
He must be capable of providing sexual joy.
But he should be limited of sexual endurance.
It is me he must satisfy, no one else.
I'll provide a beard so I can see him afar.
As a male, he could be a mate or a threat.
His eyes should see distance for hunting.
Less verbal skills, he need not talk too much.
One last thing, he must be aggressive.
I need to see him in performance
Thus I can weed out the weaker pretenders.
Yes, all men are to be easily replaced.
John J. Duffy, the poet has published four poetry books and previously been nominated for the Pulitzer Prize in poetry. Warman, Peaceman, and Sageman document his war experience as a Special Forces Commander. His The Bush Chronicles gives a redition of the most important events in George W. Bush's first term as President.
John served as a Commander in Special Operations and is a highly decorated officer. He rose from Sergeant to Major and has sixty plus awards and decoration including the Distinguished Service Cross and eight Purple Hearts.
After military service, John held senior positions in Publishing and Finance. He founded an investment firm which was sold to Ameritrade.
He is retired in Santa Cruz, California and writes poetry. Two of his poems are inscribed on a monument dedicated to Forward Air Controllers in Colorado Springs, Colorado.
Chromosome 23 is a story about you.
It is a story about me and all the rest of us. It delves into the "XX" and the "XY" chromosome. This the female and the male chromosome.
"I never understand women". We've heard that before. This endeavor is the key to understanding women and the men they need. Women own and design the egg, all else follows.
Read "The Chromosome Dozen" and enlightenment is yours. Take a lyrical journey with words to the musical: "Chromosome 23".
Last, journey into the brain, your most important tool and vision how it functions. This journey is just beginning, read "Inner Universe", the most important discovery of anotomy.
John J. Duffy
Soldier, Businessman and Poet