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Pirate Bay

```Pirate Bay the Haiku``` 

pirates fierce and mean 
drowning fish, sea to sea 
parrots on their butt 


```Polly Wants A Cracker``` 

bloodthirst & brutal 
Quartermaster Gone Wild 
dirty wings on deck 


```Sea World Adventure``` 
ship crew goes on strike 
sailing the Caribbean 
wooden leg splashing 


~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~ 
                PD & Phil Boy

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TENTACLES

In the heart of the blackest abyss, down, 
Down, in fathoms deep crypt, where light
Does not penetrate, and the structured protective hauls,
Of men, are crushed beneath pressures massive
Weight, of the oceans deepest depth.
This is truly inner spaces aquatic zone of the
Unknown, a realm of stilled silence frozen
In the icy currents of the barren straights.
Where prehistoric giants dwell, amongst the
Tidal flow, ambush predators, forgotten beasts,
From long ago, living krakens whom devour
All life, hidden within their dark domain.
In Poseidon's mighty anger, the waves answer,
To his fists of fury, hurricanes wrath of vengeance,
Gives birth to the perfect storms rage, 
Vessels rise and than fall in the tidal surging
Waters.
Nay do the sailors cry out to the Lord God on high, 
For redemption's salvation, but the sacrificial altars must
Be appeased, by flesh and bloods sacred offerings.
Summons does the mighty lord of the seven seas,
To release the last of the ancient Leviathans.
Two thousand hands, of a thousand dead men,
Heave and pull at the tethering heavy chains,
To this devil of the depths cage.
From within interments vaulted keep,
Captivities living spawn from hell, is 
Unshackled and released, to reek havocs
Devastation above.
An aquatic spider, a maritime widow maker,
Flexing and in-flexing, its body’s motions,
Towards the surface, in pulsations rhythmic
Orchestrations, the gray giant is ready to strike,
With its killing arms extended wide, to grapple
At its unprotected prey, to engorge itself with
All living matter that it surveys, within its icy reach.
As bubbles shoot upwards breaking the waters
Surface, suction cups and talon claws are drawn
Outwards, aligning his eight legged tentacles of bone
Crushing death, behold the Giant Squid, instrument of
Lethal torture, a living killing machine from the fathoms 
Deepest depths.
For it is the beast, the true essence of evil
Incarnate, and none survive its destructive wrath.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

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Fog

She dances with volta do mar;
about her hips she swings and sways;
on currents of the seas for days,
she beckons sailors from afar.

Her mermaid song, it spins whirlwinds
about the deepest ocean’s gyre;
keep lit, the lanterns of desire;
of whispered lovers and trade winds.

On deck, attempts to navigate,
astern, the deadly shore and reef;
while men she would lure to their grief,
her spectral hand, did gravitate.

Her phantom tendrils now retreat;
revealed too late, their graves to meet.

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One Tune

Looking divine a picture goddess 
jewels crowning gems sparkling magic 
shining beautiful moon princess dazzling light

At a regal glance priceless cut, shines out diamond
silver ivory full face over and back 
we dance into the milky way to paradise

In silver shadows we kiss holding sweetly our love
our souls sparkle together amazing dreams shine
this picture forever lives in the mind one treasure

Most adoring of all queens gracious 
sweetheart I pray soon one day we will always 
be together all I ever want to do deeply

Is make you smile embraced with happiness  
its dark here alone shining in all dreams
Light of a thousand stars halo shine around you babe
 
Silken ribbons whisper tenderly soft
in every thought a warm breeze sails 
Silently this boat to you on golden waves 

Only if you wish darling 
one in a thousand dreams that come true  
you're the  sweet night in gale singing inside always now in your tune 


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You, Me and the Open Sea

Just you, me and the open sea,
in a boat with a big white sail.
We’ll ride the surf and laugh with glee,
said the centipede to the snail.

We’ll point our boat towards the sun
as it sets on the edge of the land.
We’ll sing sea songs and have some fun
as we sail away from the sand.

You can search the waves for silver stars
to brighten the blackest night sky,
then catch them in your wee glass jars
before hanging them out to dry.

I myself will fish for a moon,
said the centipede with a smile.
I know I’ll net one really soon,
if not in a very short while.

We’ll light the dark with fairy lights
and just wait for a lullaby
of mermaids bringing golden kites,
then off to our dreams we will fly.


**I wrote this for my niece Ella on her third birthday

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The Lighthouse

The lighthouse stands, the lighthouse stands
Above the foaming wave,
Above the sands.

He stands so brave, he stands so brave,
As winds against him blow;
The ships to save.

He sends below, he sends below
His fiery, gleaming light,
The way to show.

All through the night, all through the night
He guards the lonely point
With torches bright.

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BEYOND THE BLUE

There's a love that touches heaven
it's way beyond the blue
It travels across the ocean
it brings my soul to you
From these sandy beaches
a fiery passion within my heart
And when true love gets to you
it's going to touch every part

Oh, this is the great adventure
there's no quenching this flame
I'm bursting with excitement
at just the mention of your name
So I'm taking a dreamer's journey
going to sail across this sea
Nothing here gonna hold me back
Beyond the blue, just you and me

There's a love that's so compelling
it's beautiful and bold
It's far beyond the horizon
it's end is still untold
Allows me see your sparking eyes
smell the fragrance in your hair
When you're still a million miles
Girl, that's a love with no compare

Oh, this is the great adventure
there's no quenching this flame
I'm bursting with excitement
at just the mention of your name
So I'm taking a dreamer's journey
going to sail across this sea
Nothing here gonna hold me back
Beyond the blue, just you and me 

Contest: Linda's "True Love"
Date: 8-1-14

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Reaching Deepest Oceans

My beloved How far will I love you As far as where moons immerse in deep seas Beyond the edge of a tide's crimson hue Where your breath fills my sails with soft zephyr breeze Lone I embark to our promised land Across borders of secret pain Under still stars,above drifting sand through anchored shadows of rain Oh foreign eyes,but never distant Your arms'safe harbour of a long embrace Two souls entwined,two hearts persistent Beneath night's sky,my lips outline your face Water rise, water falls between shores and time Empty spaces still abhore our love,sweet tender and sublime

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BOAT ON SALE

its white corlor bright
its wide
has map guild
over ride the tide
good or bad weather
will not fail
flow like a wale
this
BOATS ON SALE

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the promised land

I look forward to that rising tide
The current has never been so low 
That we sail in style so calm
Rest deepens without panic 
The tweets sweeter than never 
The sun brighter than ever 

Mr sailor how did you stir on course? 
Because i still see us within the radar 
The arrow precisely points our destination 
It has disproved our dissolution 
And reproved our evaluation 

Could we have crossed over the red sea 
Because what i see now seems magical 
Falcons hover randomly above with joy they sing 
I thought it was a myth what they told us 
If we keep course, we'll get to that promised land
We'll bath in milk,roost in honey and bask under the hot supplies

This i saw so real
So sad it's only a dream.

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yinder yangsun

laughing the background shoveling into the depth of my mind
drawing a blank but insistent I never forfeit to submission iron the idol tactic is weakness I allow it the visits there are many I am alone and I dare to compete
listen only to my 3rd person when sized up in seconds the army lone side of my villa put the napalm to the childrens feet

 

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Golden Dreams

The Leprechaun.

. 
Run, run, run as fast as you can...
I'm still gonna get you, my little green man...
I grabbed on to the gold buckle on his waist...
I held him down, with no time to waste...
I tied The Leprechaun to a hollow tree,
Broke off a branch and poked him on the knees.
I kept on poking him with a stick.
I kept nagging him to reveal his magic trick.

This little shamrock kid would not break.
He kept insisting THE LEPRECHAUN legend was fake.

This little odd dwarf kept lying about his mythical pot of gold. 
I kept repeating all the stories I've been told..  
Nagging him and nagging him~ FOR HIS POT OF GOLD!
He lied, about the fables, telling me his gold does not exist...
The Leprechaun refused to hear the clover list...


**** 

It's been 7 days!
And, still he won't give up, what's at the end of the rainbow. 
Tickling his little Eskimo toes,
Running feathers underneath his nose. 
"Look you little green treasure troll, I've captured you, and demand the gold!"
"You won't get me with your tricks!"
"So don't even try to outwit me with your silly MAGIC!" 

I suppose his silver-tongue, will have to do,
And the little gold buckles on his shoe.
I got tired of trying to make him see, my point of view.
I got a better deal and trade for a monkey at the zoo.
Now the lions are enjoying a Pot of Leprechaun Stew. 
After All! 
Nothing I did, made him unfold.
All I wanted was his pot of gold!

by;pd

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The Signal

The castle tower stands there tall and proud, 
Awaiting for your safely coming home, 
Just as I do, with tears that freely flow; 
Salt water tears that pool are not my own, 
The salty ocean droplets sting the eyes. 
I am alone, in sorrows well nigh drowned,
And you alone, amongst the raging tides.
This white cloth waves to you amid the winds 
That blow your ship to my own sandy shore -- 
My heart a wind-tossed stormy cloud no more. 

Up here beside the stately castle wall,
Enfolded safely home within your arms,
The tears that from my eyes unbidden fall 
Reflect your face alight with joys and charms; 
There lie forgotten all my dread alarms. 
I am with you, by jubilation drowned, 
And you with me, the waves a distant sound. 

By Kelly Deschler, September 7, 2013  Form: Iambic Pentameter
And Isaiah Zerbst, September 14, 2013  Form: Rhyme Royal

Based on the painting of the same title by William Powell Frith, 1858

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The River

Before the weary pilgrim, flowed a river fair and wide
The way was filled with danger,  he couldn't cross the other side;
So the pilgrim sought another to be his expert guide
With a boat that could take him through the surging tide.

The sailor man was strong and he steered the boat so well
Or did the river bear the boat?  It was so hard to tell;
The sailor told the pilgrim of the signs that he might seek
Of the secrets of the river and the message it would speak.

Then the pilgrim felt the peace so he listened and he heard
The murmer of the river and sighs of whispered word;
He heard the river laugh and then he heard it cry
And the pilgrim heard the message as sad tears filled his eye.

He heard the drums of war in the torrent of the rain
And the awful cries of anguish that he never could explain;
Was there a reason for the crossing, or where the river ran
Was there another reason for the journey of this man?

He heard the sounds of death, he heard the sounds of mirth
But nothing that he heard gave tribute to the earth;
The sounds were fused together till they reached a common goal
And the quiver of his heartbeat found a cadence in his soul.

The river lost its birthplace and embraced the open sea
And the pilgrim gave his thanks on reverent bended knee
He opened up his eyes as the sunrise slowly died
But the sailor man had gone and the boat rocked on the tide.

The river filled his veins till the two at last were one
While the tide rolled on forever and earth went round the sun;
The pilgrim was the river and the boat and sailor man
Were the journey of the song, the singing river sang.




This is my adaptation of "The Ferryman" by Herman Hesse


 

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Sea World

under water guide
adventures of Jacques Cousteau
life Under the Sea

DX

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Past Proposal

The sun left the sky as I lay on the sand with a three diamond ring resting cold in my hand I lay in the place where I once wrote your name Till soft ripples of waves lapped in silence on shore and washed it away I can still see you there whispering in my ear and beneath a half moon can still freeze our time in the shadow of your tear I remember that night Our arms in embrace I saw love in your eyes and mourn on your face I remember those lights as the ship sailed at bay I remember our dream built on castles of clay Unforgotten your voice though lost in the mist Years in waiting,a return My lips still unkissed I wonder if your fingertips remember my hair If in your serene sleep You imagine me there? Or,Have you forgotten the promise we shared Through new perfume of women Does this heart go unheard?

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A Lover's Duet

The farmer's pond was still and dark
the boat was small and light
two lovers they did disembark
their pleasure to excite,
all on a summer's night.

He rowed them out and let them float
into his arms she came,
the dense pine cloaked, kept them remote
two lover's sought their claim,
their passions so inflamed.

She felt him smile, as off he leapt
from boat to waist high lea,
he beckoned her into his keep
a groom and his beauty,
all night's passions to foresee.

On the soft sand, the fertile land
he pledged his troth to she,
as maid and man blessed the soft sand
with raucous revelry 
lovers in harmony.


10/9/12

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My hovercraft is full of eels

I'll try to tell you without my usual cant
that all I wanted was to go sailing with
Sherry Saturday morning but I can't!
My hovercraft is full of eels!

The watchman phoned when I was lying  
in bed to notify me of this.
I was shocked to find he wasn't lying!
My hovercraft is full of eels!

My good-will has been weakened
because of this horrid event
which completely ruined my weekend.
My hovercraft is full of eels!

These morbid creatures are serious
party-poopers. Remember!: Their
electricity is deleterious.
My hovercraft is full of eels!

My beloved Birthday present invaded by
these heinous monsters! I will have to buy  
a new one 'cause to this one I must say bye!
My hovercraft is full of eels!

Ghastly! You don't know how this feels!
My hovercraft is full of eels!

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From our Deck-Front in December

From
our pink deck with a Jarra  cocktail table-set
We sit awaiting  sunset with an
 ‘Hawaiian absence’ of seagulls
As dusk comes  with violet echoes
across the spotted water,
from the resturaunts
 comes a wine hubbub - table- laughter

Mountains, marshmallowed
in occasional cloud on this still night- 
constant torchlight on quiet water
un-moving palms, paddle sounds

A swanky stingray drifts past

A shadowed water taxi 
and strangers who wave at us 


 Suzanne Delaney

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going to the moon

             i'm going to the moon tonight 
              in a boat with big white sails 
              and you can come too if you want too 
              just the two of us 
              in a boat with big white sails 
              going to the moon 
              we'll sit real close and huggle to keep warm 
              and i'll sing for you if you want me too 

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Part of Me

There's a part of me that still lives on the water
A part of me that you can never keep
Tears fill my eyes as I dream  of the ocean
I see that island paradise in my sleep

My fishing boat lies sleeping in the harbor
Anchor weighing heavy on the ocean floor
I still miss all those nights at sea
My fishing boat will sail again no more

This was the life that I had chosen
From one port to another I would roam
Never stayed long enough to be familiar
Never knew a place I could call home

Sometimes I walk along the shoreline
Listening to her song out on the sea
That's when I know that someday I'll be leaving
The song she's singing is calling me

There is something magical in a night at sea
There's a million stars hanging all around
Untold stories lying behind me
New horizons yet to be found

Now that my sailing days are over
And my life is shifting gears
I can still resurrect those memories
When I taste the salt in my tears.

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A Letter To Santa Part One Please read first

As I lie near the covers all cosy and tight
I smile when I think Santa’s coming tonight
Most of the Prezzies are under the tree
But Mum say’s Santa’s coming especially for me
I wrote him a letter which I put in the mail
Asking him to bring me a boat I could sail
Down by the lake with my best friend Ted
And maybe with Susie, Tim, Alice and Ned
I added some kisses and promised I’d be good
Not to make a fuss and to do as I should
In my boat we’d be Pirates and sail the Spanish Main
Or men in a trawler, fighting storm and hurricane
Or explorers in the Antarctica seeing what was up
Or maybe the crew on the America’s Cup
Or we’d join the Navy, pretend my boat a sub
We might even form a secret sailing club
W hen we got to shore we’d drink slurpiees by the tub
Discuss our adventures and eats lots of grub 
I put in a request for Susi’s new hair
She hates it when the kids at school always stare
Alice a doll and Ned a fancy guitar
My sister a boyfriend and  Dad a new car
Susie say’s cause he Jewish, Santa can’t give to Tim
I reckon she’s bonkers, Santa can’t forget about him
He needs new braces and a new teddy bear
As he gave his to Peter when he lost all his hair
I know Timmy’s Jewish, but so was God’s son
And they say the Lord Jesus he loves everyone
I asked Santa to help my Parents, not worry about me
For the Lord, my friends not to take to heaven with thee 
For Peace in the world, joy and content
To stop all the fighting and unemployment
To give Mummy roses and a great big hug
For the Doctors and nurses let me do a jitterbug
So as I lay near the covers all cosy and tight
I’m glad Santa’s really coming tonight       (continued)
  
 

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The Seaside Lullaby Sonnet Kyrielle

Your daddy's boat is on its way.
The lighthouse sends a gleaming ray
that blinks and whirls in starry sky.
For you, sweet babe, this lullaby.

You soon shall be on Daddy's knee,
for though tonight he rides the sea,
he follows gulls that homeward fly.
I sing the seaside lullaby.

The beacon's beam is light that guides;
it's steadfast as the ocean's tides.
So close your eyes, for sleep is nigh.
For you, sweet babe, this lullaby.

Your daddy's boat is on its way.
I sing the seaside lullaby.


For Catie LIndsay's "Sing A Lull-a-bye" Contest

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The Boatmans Song 1/ Many

1/ To be continued in many parts

It was a different era and it’s a different story
Of a boatman and his enchanting melodies 
An Apsara* falling in love with that boatman 
But the boatman having a different love story  

The boatman used to carry simple villagers 
From one bank of the river, to its other bank everyday
While moving his boat on the river  
He used to sing those heart touching stories 

His voice in itself was a melody 
Bestowed on him by the Goddess Saraswati*
And his love songs were the songs of true love stories
Sung by the boatman, in full throated ease and beauty
While oaring his boat in the river side stream
Flowing between a Jungle, on one bank side of the river
And long sand dunes spreading  
All over the other non ending side of the river Ganges

Charmed by boatman’s voice and songs
And charmed by the beauty of the enchanting Jungles* 
Spread all along the one side bank of the calmly flowing river Ganges
His passengers used to get lost in the melodies of his songs
So long as his boat was moving from the sand bank of the river stream 
To its Jungle end every time the boatman carries some passengers

One day the echoes of his melodies crossed 
The airy levels of earth and started flowing
Like a soothing cool breeze, even in heaven
And charmed all the heavenly bodies in the court of Indra*
He listened them almost spellbound and became enchanted 
By the echoes of those unheard melodies of the boatman

Urveshi* who was a crown beauty among the Apsaras* of Indra* 
And was much more than, beautiful and charming
Among all the Apsaras of heaven, found her lost in hearing
The echoes of those love songs sung by the boatman 

Urvasi found one day after hearing those echoes 
That she was in love with them and became restless 
To hear the real songs of the boatman, while sitting before him
In his boat in the river Ganges on earth 

Urveshi asked the Lord of Heaven Indra*
If she can go to earth to hear the songs of the boatman
As the echoes of his songs had made her restless beyond imagination
She found that even she can not enjoy the heavenly pleasures
Till she quenches her thirst of listening the melodies 
Of that boatman, he was singing on earth


Ravindra
	
Kanpur India 4th January 2010

* Apsara=   A Nymph dancer of heaven in the court of Indra as per Hindu Mythology 
* Indra=   The Lord of Heaven as per Hindu mythology
* Urveshi=   One of the most beautiful Apsaras (nymph) of Indra 
* Saraswati = Goddess of knowledge, music & arts as per Hindu mythology
* Jungle =  Forest

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The Lake

The lake was only small
But we boated.
Not far to go...

Back and forth
On the little lake
And watching the boat go.

Back and forth and go  -
Using up the day
That won't return.