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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required On a ship Poet (Po) Reason (Re) Po: Look at the billow of the sails, the sea, its black and blue hails. Re: I’ve seen it before, even now and again. I miss the pines outside my window pane. Po: The sea kicked back for you and me, flapping and fraternizing with the enemy. Re: Even dandelions, even their seeds… painted onto my eyes…even the weeds… Po: Banish your thoughts of land and its blubber. Enjoy the fishy smell of salt and deck scrubber. Re: You’ll think differently if today we drown. Curtains could be drawn, take us down. Po: But I hear the wind’s bells and sea carols; the mesmerizing squall without perils. Re: Hide the sound from your ears, Poet. Beautiful sirens and sharks know it. Po: The lyrics drape over the sides, and embark, sad and true, surely don’t lie, moon’s watermark. Re: What a fool with your measuring rod, the rings will tatter, split this boat into a raft without wings. Po: Embraceable you…this mermaid is playful. Her and her lullaby friends, my mind they fill. Re: I fear the tidal wave, its cloth, our shroud. The ripcord and undertow, of teeth, are loud. Po: Auld rhymes and runes have lured me into the sea. I’ll just lie back and listen to the soul-stirring poetry. Re: I see now, I’ve learned my lesson too late. Leave the poet on the shore. Don’t wait! Po: O the climax of this sensual score. It is certain our sea-harem will be unveiled beyond the curtain.
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