Best Astern Poems

I am to him a Stradivarius, a treasured violin
His bow expertly caresses my supple strings
My body moans when tucked beneath his chin
Revving to his rhythmic pulse, my heart sings

I am the delicate ivory he strokes on his keyboard
his adventurous fingers roam over me in staccato
Those...

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Sam Ebenezer
a sad ol' geezer
was lamenting his shrinkage of late:
my worthless ding-a-ling
is a bell without ring
my manhood in diminishing state
 
From whence I salute
is thin as a flute
and soft to the touch as cashmere
I search with persistence
it offers resistance
on nature's call to appear
 
On heeding...

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~ This poem is written in the 8686 syllable count style of one of my favorite Emily Dickenson poems, 'I Felt a Funeral in My Brain.'


'pon roiling sea a fierce storm brewed
  waves crashed within my veins
fueled by heady winds, they pursued
  to...

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When the time arrives for me to depart
from the sunlit harbors of the living.
Take me aboard a navy fighting ship
and carry me back again to the sea.

Order the boatswain to construct a skid
made of wood and painted with fresh white paint.
Build it to hold a...

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As I looked out from the clifftops 
The ocean sang to me.
A long sad lament I heard 
A yearning for the sea.

It sang of the good ship Mayflower,
Setting sail from Plymouth sound. 
Carrying forth the pilgrims,
All were New World bound.

It sang of tall ships sailing,
And...

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This journey fraught of desperate dreams

Within the grip of swelling grays
The Southern Cross astern now shines
Ever close of darkened bays
Adrift of lost and endless times

Sails now hoist, direction’s wind
I hear the angry waves a’ crash
Spume does touch my worried skin
Tempest waters come to lash

This journey...

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The tempest kiss of seaweed miss.
Her temper heard ~ his heart stirred.
     His ship astern and fast.
    The siren’s scorn lambaste;
Blind youth’s reality is blurred.

The satin hair of Whitney bright
A pearlescent veil, the tide ~
   ...

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Fair winds and following seas.
May full sails surge with scudding breeze.
May peaceful moorings host your craft
wherever indulgent winds waft.

A toast now to your safe return.
May choppy seas be left astern.
May evening offer pleasing berth
to ensconce in halcyon firth....

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Spaceward: genesis, obedience, fathomless: universe.
In Cerulean: lambent, sullen, discernible: Close ignite.
With harmony: hypaethral, skyward, aether: womb hiccups 
Whelm time: serenade, stardust, drizzles: diamond dust,
Overall trends: extinguish, slumber, wonder: celestial hymn,
By extolling: Argyle, twinkle, soothing:  miraculous rule

Alabaster Gypsum: portholes, peering, ogling: rain glints
Rubicund Jocund: ventral,...

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After winter’s cold, Apple Blossoms unfold.
Bright, fresh spring brings Bluebells to behold.
Cheery Blossoms burst then dance to ground.
Delightful Dahlias bloom spring all around.
Eastern Redbuds warm cold winter emotion and
Fresh Freesia compliments each spring notion.
Gardenias touch each faith-filled belief.
Hardy Heath hones its spring dream leaf.
Impatiens show...

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The Flag of the British Merchant Navy 

The Battle of the Atlantic

We’ve heard of the famous Mighty Hood that was sunk by a Bismarck shell
We know how many men were lost and the Skippers name as well
We’ve seen the Battleship Barham rolling on her side...

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Strategically placed when raised 
Upwards
By your masterful and well 
Practiced hand.
To mingle with ever changing 
Skylines 
That frown down with arrogant 
Scowls
Upon the indigenous populous of 
This just and tolerant island.
To study and pontificate upon 
Predictable behaviour, 
When so lamentably remarking,
Then to inwardly digest;
Our conclusions...

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she lit the candle,
watched the wick kindle
but as the flame burst forth
the wind by windows fought-

But alas! the flame, stabbed
wavered for life, but sabbed
soon faltered and died.

The drapes rise and fall
the wind hurries at four wall
and another match lit
by its glow she saw it-

The pale...

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The dark and moonless night at sea
reflected well his mood,
from where he stood out by the rail
the ship seemed not to move.

He was gazing far away
into years gone by,
where there resided youthful joy
to recapture if he’d try.

He wore a paper around his neck
dangling on a...

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fog bank just astern
bathroom fan is on the fritz…
ship in a bottle...

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