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Parts of a Sailing Ship

(All right you scallywags of questionable seaworthiness, we begin with an up-tempo step-liveliness.) Send him aloft, high into the crow's nest, He'll keep watch with his keen young sight. Let me out, the wind is a-freshenin', Roll me up in the middle of the night. Over to the hatch and have a check within the hold, lad, So we know that down below, the ship is nice and tight. Roll into the galley, and fetch the cook potatoes, But throw 'em in the water if they've got the bleedin' blight. Roll me out into the wet heart o' the glossy sea, Hand me down a whoppin' tankard o' rum, Tomorrow, on the hunt we'll be, The Captain knows where that foreign vessel's from. Roll me into our sheltered island hideaway, We can sleep a while before dawn's early fight. Give us one drink but we're gonna cut it off right there, Gotta wake up in the mornin,' gotta wake up feelin' right. Roll me out, now we're after a prize, boys, Watch out for the shallows in the middle of the bight, Roll me away, don't let them hit us broadside, They'll soon surrender to our mighty pirate fright. (Okay, me hearties, slow it down a shark's whisker...) Now we're all as happy as the humpback whale, We'll treat the prisoners fairly, or it's impolite, The sun slips below the rail, the briny dark will then prevail, The crew's asleep, full fathoms deep, of moonlight take a bite. Roll me easy, there's peace upon the ocean, The softest wind, and stars a-burnin' bright, Drift through the water with that slow rockin' motion, When we make it back to shore, our tales they will write. (Avast ye now, slow it on down until yer barely makin' a wake...) Roll me quiet when I think about my lost girl, Nothin's bigger then than me a-wonderin' why, Roll me back because I can't forget the dead boy, And turn your head away, before I start to cry.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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Date: 12/4/2016 3:30:00 AM
Good, bouncy read, Doug, seaworthy images.
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Doug Vinson
Date: 12/4/2016 9:10:00 AM
Cheers, Lassie; we're treadin' the open seas....
Date: 12/2/2016 10:47:00 AM
Stopped by, to read some of your poetry, like a good book that you do not want to but down. I enjoyed them and your quote, keep them reading.
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Doug Vinson
Date: 12/2/2016 12:45:00 PM
Thank you, John, that really makes me feel good. I didn't (and really, couldn't) put it down when it was coming about, either. While some poems are torture to finish, this one was so much the other way that I've thought of adding to it.
Date: 12/1/2016 9:42:00 AM
Excellent Doug! Where did that come from? Definitely +7 from me. // Barry.
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Doug Vinson
Date: 12/1/2016 10:50:00 AM
Just shoot me - had to break up my reply due to the 400 character limit, and then still could not get the parts to post in correct order. Below, "Hey Barry,..." is the first one. Then, "Nothing but 2 cups..." (which appears at the bottom)is the second one. Doggone it.... Dagnabbit.... wascally wabbit....
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Doug Vinson
Date: 12/1/2016 10:47:00 AM
Hey Barry, thank you!. Great avatar there. : ) Yesterday, in the early afternoon, it was just there, in my mind - the basic "Roll me out to the middle of the ocean, Roll me up in the middle of the night" rhythm. It was bouncy, and rolling, itself, and I heard accordions and old salts singing a sea chanty. That 11/10 rhythm/syllables/beat is still in my mind now. : /
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Doug Vinson
Date: 12/1/2016 10:46:00 AM
It was almost all there; probably 80%. I've had little to with the sea, in my life, and this entire week have really just been reading stuff on Poetry Soup and writing myself, so no explanation about where it really came from. It was one of those enormously compelling creative times - sounds a bit pretentious there, but it was not to be denied.
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Date: 12/1/2016 10:46:00 AM
Nothing but 2 cups of black coffee so far that day, so had to go and eat, and also had to go to the drugstore and the bank. 80, maybe 90 minutes passed, and things were getting more insistent; it was like I was going to piss my pants, trying to hold it back, wave after wave of impulse came, heading for a bad end unless action was taken. Got back to my computer, and just blasted it out.
Date: 11/30/2016 9:25:00 PM
Intriguing matey, this one is a seaworthy vessel of poetic charm coursing the raging seas of love and that lost to the tides of a vanishing horizon. Aye, you done good.
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Doug Vinson
Date: 11/30/2016 10:53:00 PM
My gratitude, Commodore.
Date: 11/30/2016 9:08:00 PM
You are an intriguing fella! Love your work ! And I didn't need my dictionary once! Haha.
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Doug Vinson
Date: 11/30/2016 10:52:00 PM
Thanks, Rick. As for dictionaries, Arrr... good for little more than paper to burn when we're lightin' the lamp on the bowsprit.
Date: 11/30/2016 8:53:00 PM
Your poetry took me there upon that sea with the shipmates, Doug! The rhythm and flow were fantastic, and you have the lingo down pat, matey! We own a small sailboat, so this is right down my alley, so to speak :)
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Doug Vinson
Date: 11/30/2016 8:59:00 PM
So then, Lassie, how much gold do ye have aboard? More seriously, thank you, Laura. Great comments; I am honored.

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