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The Midnight Watch


The Captain bellowed out the order,
soon after the midnight bell;
He said, "batten down the hatches boys,
we're in for a night a hell.

Seems storm force winds were brewin,
a Nor-easter in all it's might;
Sweeping down hard from Labrador,
with no shelter in plain sight.

The Deckies scrambled with precision,
and gave each dog an extra heave;
And never waivered from their duties,
amidst the pounding seas.

The water seeped in where ere it could,
and the cookie stored the mess away;
We all silently knew one truth,
there be no last meal this day.

The skipper yelled, "Hard into er",
as the wheelsman yanked the helm around;
The Mate watched into the blackness,
so no rogue wave would bring us down.

She blew herself out by mornin,
and ragin seas became gentle rolls;
And we silently gave thanks at breakfast,
for we never lost one soul.
 


Copyright © Carl Fraser | Year Posted 2012


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FLEEING IRMA

FLEEING IRMA

spotlight moon, full, like an Old Testament cloud, leading
Floridians forth, not into the desert, but away from the wrath
of Irma.  bumper to bumper, neighbors from pilot to caboose,
illuminated in each other’s flood beams. testiness and pride
put aside, as fleeing cars, in camaraderie, brave the calm
before the storm. like the Israelites, they leave behind the
homes they know, put themselves in the hands of God. many
have family and friends north of their beloved peninsula,
an unintended visit, a warm haven, not a picnic nor a vacation,
but each pulls themselves up, for our Southern neighbors
are not of the craven sort. those who choose to live near the sea,
with its beauty and fortitude, know how to batten down the hatches.
hammocks left behind will tangle, and hug palm trees, suffering
the loss of their occupants. hotels, with never ending vacationers,
takes a much needed rest. God believes in rest, sometimes
a seven year sabbath, even when the soul forgets its place. we
pray, even north of the path, in stillness, we must, in gratitude,
never taking for granted, lest we too find ourselves seeking solace
elsewhere. godspeed our tanned Peninsula friends. godspeed
and bless, with safety, tenacity, and love as we reel you in.

9/8/2017


Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2017


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First Frost

Return to heavy, layered clothes
Purple lips and frozen toes
One last breath before it snows
Loathsome precipitation

The land now strewn with slippery patches
Bye the wood stove, extra matches
Time to batten down the hatches
Human hibernation

The months meander, oh so slow
The cold impedes the rivers flow
The flowers weep, and wait to grow
I should be on vacation

There is some good, I do suppose
Snow topped trees in splendid rows
And all mosquitoes surely froze
Yet I'm filled with anticipation

For summer reveals my sunny side
I rub my eyes and step outside
To walk bare foot through turning tide
Still six more months of frustration


Copyright © Joe Inca | Year Posted 2006


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Batten Down the Hatches

Batten down the hatches – 
A storm is on its way.
Don’t know when it’s comin’
Or how long it’s gonna stay.

Every market’s crowded – 
People gathering supplies.
No one wants to be caught short
Or taken by surprise.

Plans are being canceled,
Dates all rearranged – 
Phones and laptops busy as
New info is exchanged.

We’re ready for the tempest – 
We’ve got flashlights, candles, matches.
I’m prepared to do some battening,
But what the hell are hatches?


Copyright © ilene bauer | Year Posted 2012


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Hurricane Matthew's Ominous Show

Hurricane Matthew is lurking like a message from the Devil.
It is sinister and daunting, putting millions in peril.
The forces of nature are giving us an ominous hello,
Putting on an enormous and frightening show.

This is a sobering reminder of our fragile mortality.
We pray that disaster won’t be a sad reality.
You have to respect the size of this monster storm.
Batten down the hatches, and watch it perform!



Copyright © Brenda McGrath | Year Posted 2016


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Protect what is forever

The world would like us to call it normal everyday chaos
But the Lord our God says its evil gathering souls of the lost

Death upon the innocent and violence against whoever claims Christ
The only thing I can hold onto is they died believing he paid the price

The images are shown to shock you and give you the sense hope is all lost
 Becoming dooms day prepper’s for the inevitable coming of the holocaust 

So you collect your canned goods, guns and ammo for your family’s protection
Protecting what is temporary and forgetting about God’s promised salvation

So before you batten down the hatches and load your array of guns
Ask God to save you not from this world but from sin through the blood of his son


Copyright © Erin Soares-Anselmi | Year Posted 2014


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'ere Comes Earl!

Don't stop the CHOP
dash the glorious bits of foam and froth
let the leeward side fill
let the fertile delta pray 
for mercy from Poseidon
All hail the storm God...

Angry, black-and-blue, bruise 
the coast, claim the futile calm...
meditate on the black hole of the abyss
Can’t STOP the chop…

Brash and brazen tentacle of DOOM
destruction stirs the devil’s cauldron
Watch the witches brew boil over the
capes of man 
removing the zen garden
prissiness of the pandering fools

Batten DOWN the hatches boys
There BE a BLOW on ‘er…
ships flail like paper boats
RALE against the dieing, FIGHT
Ride the crest on boards LIVE the fright!




Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2010


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Batten Down The Hatches

( BATTEN DOWN THE HATCHES )

Battin down the hatches, the clouds are moving in in patches.
The sky is darkening up, and the wind is moving trees in batches.
The animals are looking up, they dont like what they see.
The hair on their bodies are standing up, on a different degree.

The lightning is very bright, and the thunder makes you jump.
The rain it pours on the road, and the hail gathers in a clump.
People they run to take cover, as the hail hits their head.
The weatherman called for sunny skies, is simply what they said.

The tempatures cools and goosebumps they appear.
Hoping that there are no tornadoes, is what everyone will fear.
Grab the raincoat and slosh through the puddles.
Grab your friend and hold them close, as both of you must huddle.

Its that season for the storms, and looking up at the sky.
Its always quite normal, as eating apple pie.
Have candles ready, and a box of tempernate matches.
Get ready for the storm right now, and battin down the hatches.


Copyright © Jasmine Cruz | Year Posted 2014


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Disruption

Are we ready for what’s to come?
Will we know how to behave?
Never before in human history has there been such disruption. It was once a much simpler place. No more. The future is arriving faster than ever before.
Gia now has a neural net the brain is coming alive.
Things are changing at such a clip not like anything seen before. Things will never be the same.
Computers that once filled rooms are now held in the palm of our hands. Not too many years from now they’ll be cursing through our veins.
Nanotechnology, biotechnology, computer technology exploding at such a pace, soon enough, the internet will be connected to our face.
We’ll all be part of the global brain, have instant access to all the knowledge mankind has thus far obtained. Soon, artificial intelligence will join us where we live, things will never be the same. Machines will build machines smarter all the time. Where we go after all this may drive us insane.
Some say we’ll build virtual worlds every bit as real, and designed them to meet our every need, absolutely ideal. No one knows for sure which way all this will go.
I suggest you batten down the hatches though, it’s going to be quite the show.


Copyright © JG Collins | Year Posted 2016


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The dark sea



It fills me with trepidation
To sail upon the sea,
A heaving green colossus
Of such immensity.

No fetters can restrain you, 
Borders you have none, 
There are cold dark depths within you
Where many ships have gone.

Your beguiling siren song,
Sighs softly on the waves,
Luring unsuspecting mariners,
Where many find their graves.

A halcyon day upon you,
The sea like polished glass,
But a brooding sky forewarning
This peace will surely pass.
 
From calm seas, to raging fury
In the blinking of an eye.
Like some dark avenging demon,
Wreaking havoc from the sky.

So when sailing it is tranquil,
And the current it runs slow,
The monster's only sleeping, 
As any seadog knows.
  
So batten down the hatches.
And stow away the gear. 
Don't take calm seas for granted,
For oblivion is near.


Copyright © Gary Smith | Year Posted 2016


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Wading through Venom

I love the way the sky defends the sea;
The way the waves do break upon the shore.
But when the clouds seep in to disagree—
My eyes begin to guide the tides of war.
My fingers twitch; I smell the herald’s fear,
I must prepare my love to play the part,
To save our sacred crux from the unclear—
And batten down the hatches of my heart.
For every storm is drafted by the lords;
I know this hurricane will surely pass,
However long it takes to wreck the boards—
I’ll stake our claims with ruins from the mass.
So when the deep begins to lift its head,
Lest we forget the beaches we have wed.


Copyright © Lxnnnie Rutledzh | Year Posted 2016


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Lunatic's Song

Lunatic’s Song


I think Jesus knows I’m nuts
so why would he arraign me 
in front of all those saints on high 

so sane they’ll never see me 
skipping down the road  at dawn
and not a soul behind me. 

Funnel clouds may tear through hell 
but not the ones inside me. 
They come and go all on their own 

as if  they can’t abide me. 
Today they’re off to New Orleans
so batten down the hatches.

When they return they’ll churn again
whirligigs inside me. 
Yet every day when I get up

I know this much for certain: 
I think Jesus knows I’m nuts
so why would he arraign me?


Donal Mahoney


Copyright © Donal Mahoney | Year Posted 2010


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Hunkering Down

Ready or not here he comes
Best you batten down the hatches
Unless you were one of the smart ones to run 
Like a Coon Hound in July chasing rabbits

Alright, alright, alright
As you turn and face the wind
Open the door to a Category 4
And let Matthew come screaming in

Oh me, oh my, oh my, oh me
Is that Grandma in the yard below
Hanging tight with all her might to the clothes line 
With her cat Skeeters in tow

This is getting rather exciting
As I see trees by the dozen crack in half
With my Boy scout skills I might need to later build
A sturdy family size raft

But for now we'll all hunker down
Try and stay away from the windows
And all the flying debris that I decided to leave
In the yard scattered between plastic Flamingos 

I'm here wondering at this moment
Which of the two could be worse
Being blown away by a hurricane 
Or eaten by a gator face first 

Still you've got to love Florida
With 20 foot waves crashing to shore
As I step outside to grab that branch floating by
I think I need to start whittling some oars

I live in Jacksonville Florida and thought some humor would be nice before my power goes out and I crawl off into a corner to whimper...


Copyright © Mike Hauser | Year Posted 2016


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I Think Jesus

I Think Jesus


I think Jesus knows I’m nuts
so why would he arraign me 
in front of all those saints on high 

so sane they’ll never see me 
skipping down the road  at dawn
and not a soul behind me. 

Funnel clouds may tear through hell 
but not the ones inside me. 
They come and go all on their own 

as if  they can’t abide me. 
Today they’re off to New Orleans
so batten down the hatches.

When they return they’ll churn again
whirligigs inside me. 
Yet every day when I get up

I know this much for certain: 
I think Jesus knows I’m nuts
so why would he arraign me?


Donal Mahoney


Copyright © Donal Mahoney | Year Posted 2010


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The Tongue

When ever I turn to look at you
What could the difference be
Out of all the words that you spew
And a boat tossed on the sea

To say you have a hard time
Is to say the least
A rudder for your tongue you'll find
Might better suit your needs

How many raging forest fires
Come from out your mouth
In ignorance you're tossing gas on it
As flames come pouring out

And if they don't move fast enough
Your fanning of the flames
With destruction from the tongue
In all you have to say

Instead of holding higher standards 
You're lowering the bar
If you have no need to reach
You'll never reach that far

So batten down the hatches
Put the lighter down
Set the ladder to the side
Until you figure out

How in the world you get it done
In this world in which we live
I can tell you from experience 
With the tongue is where it all begins


Copyright © Mike Hauser | Year Posted 2017


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God is The Captain

God Is The Captain Gather up this new love It was sent from up above Now it is ours to share So to God send a thank you prayer Give us inspiration to do for each other What one could not do alone Savor each moment as if it were the last Live in the future, not in the past Be prepared for sacrifice Take heavenly advice Don’t think once, think twice So batten down the hatches Tie up the mast God is here at last To help us ride out the storm Of love brewing in our hearts God is The Captain of our love at last


Copyright © Patricia LeDuc | Year Posted 2018


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Great Scot Resolves

I resolved on this write 
like I could escape your swirling vape
or take a romp through the swamp
without that ol' croakin' bullfrog 
Oh yeah right I'd be freed from rhymin'?
So it just kept on 
like first piece always moved 
is the pawn
'cause it looks like you've found 
your nook
floating freely 'cross the squares
as a rook
a collage of souls catalogued 
the incessant knawin' 
way more than your two timin' 
And yes I thought if I could 
batten down the hatches
might cure ya of your need
for multiple catches
but when I turned the lens inward
I saw I too matched that word
fitting the mold of professional lyin'
So it appears that our shared cup
of shaking each other up
has finally inverted
the weight of the rock 
like useless small talk
yet still a slipping tarp
elevating the creaking harp
so noone averted 
the wind set on cryin'
So I was ever so lent 
to do what I've always had a bent
to do is run
'cause sitting still long enough 
just might stir up too much
of that painful stuff
'til time better off spent
starin' down the barrel of a gun
Then when all the votes were cast
the crew on shore leave
so noone to bind me to the mast
and there's the ship as it just lists
like you'd turn your head to the side
to avoid the intimation of being kissed
still on the crumbling podium 
of my heart proposing new start?
in silence I speak
though my speech pitch is weak
it's you I continue to elect
So when it's all said and done
and we both run to the ends of the field
with our yield of communal fun
and my rambles are through
the sharp brambles
of the ever thickening forest
wondering if the cuts will heal
or just reel in hemophilia 
musty parr for the course
stopping up the tearing
will I ever stand alone in the clearing?
a victorious subject.
2-19-2018 Duncan R.M Ferguson 

P.S.Norway's still #1 in Winter Olympics 






Copyright © Duncan R. M. Ferguson | Year Posted 2018