Abaft Poems - Poems about Abaft

... I … have courted luck in countless ways against ragged judgments and self-umbrage I still draw breaths, counted and the mirror has been charitable most I meet deem me forty (I’m not about t......

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...A mackerel sky fillets a fish scaled village, an ear clapping, full sailed, fog moors itself to the rooftops, then hides all in a breezeless blear. Rheumy eyes peep out from nets, damp noses s......

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... Bottoms up in the brook a-babbling topside down ducks a-dabbling wings in webbed feet a-scrabbling omnivorously grazing on the dunk beneath the water for insects sunk yet in the U......

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...clouds as fluffy as the whistling bliss encircling in the sky, eyes fonder and kiss abaft the hidden pillows of lace brightness over hays above Thy grace......

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...Trailing naked toes, hat low peaked fingers laced abaft head and sun, white-water gently threading through the webbed keel of one foot. The sky is blasting blue, splotching louder blobs of cob......

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...Down the dreamed aisle comes the bliss of your sight Cord of your life sinew of your might. Abaft the unending trek comes the longed outset A more colorful kismet under the glorified s......

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...We've sought our sextant, fair and free, Thus bound with dreams, this starlit sea - Should other sentience thrive, perchance, And wend the depths of great expa......

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...We fly forever up high In our own blue sky Thru clouds, past rain, moon abaft......

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...We've sought our sextant, fair and free, Thus bound with dreams, this starlit sea - Should other sentience thrive, perchance, And wend the depths of great expa......

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...Behind those hidden marked wrists Are lies, skepticism and fears Behind those calloused, clenched fists Is a cauldron of uncontrollable tears. Behind those evident scars Is a constant cycle of......

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...I've courted luck, in countless ways Against the ragged judgments and self-umbrage I still draw breath, and the mirror has been charitable Most I meet deem me forty, (I don't......

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... * For Mary Kathleen Lessard Caithness * ~ cast tie-lines to shadowy depths above meteors to plunge the ocean of suns ......

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...The wind beneath my wings was a fart And excuse me is all I could say; Flying here where worlds apart As the good folk looked on in dismay. For they had expected much more, Loftier goals had b......

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...All is calm, all is at rest where once a storm had brew. No spray of mist, no violent torrent, nor upheaval of swelling wave to creek timbers or wash men over. There was a calmness but once before......

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...The ship was atoss on the ungallant sea The swells took a toll as the hull strained and cracked It would be fair time afore it sought the lee With the slams and the pitching the ship could be wrac......

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