Best Berthed Poems

THE FISHERMAN AND THE MERMAID

A young fisherman berthed in Penzance
Went ashore one fine night to a dance
He woke up on his boat
With a mermaid afloat
The First prize in a card game of chance


So was spawned a cross genus romance 
Though the neighbors regarded askance
They got...

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“Blue Sky Eye and The Hope Angels”



It came to be 
that many forgot
the messages imparted 

prior to arrival
instructions were encoded 
inside all our vessels 

we were berthed 
locked and loaded 
waiting for ignition

but we were all falling
fast asleep, being sucked in 
by the Hornet Helix...

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"Kaleidoscope" 

They say another
wrote the story, not I.
that I, mere I,
having little experience, shy 
and far removed from 
such an alien world,
would not possess the knowledge
of such terrible and ruthless, lusty 
characters of strong will; 
that these perplexities
and complexities, were not
birthed by a mere slip...

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One kazillion million miles away
Far off in a distant galaxy 
Is the most fascinating phenomenon
It is a star making machine
Berthed from a vast expanse of gaseous matter
Twinkling lights are born
Not a single one like the next
Each with its different elements and colors
Like a magical wand...

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THE   LEAVING   OF   LIVERPOOL


Giant  ferry berthed in  Mersey River :
Tugs  take the strain with a shiver, 
Ropes creak and we cast off  -
She timorously inches away from the wharf.  
Bow comes round and leaves...

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Art is an inspiration...
                                      berthed alive

Poetry is an...

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I know of a man. A man full of gratitude and humility for all he is and all he has
He has an eternal fault: an obsession to make a difference; to make an impact
To sow where he care not to reap
And give where, he does...

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Tired, weary eyes
Seen enough to rest forever
Time yet short spent
Longer bleak years yet to face
Do loaded ears hear?  

So, float in ecstasy, Eldorado
Hard long labor of the past punish
Reality of failed plans torment
Roads known from old vanished  
How will the song be sung?

The...

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(Dedicated to the memory of my mother Catherine who died June 3, 2011 and was 
buried June 24, 2011)


Sleep. Wake. Sleep
Sleep on empty stomach
Food and liquor make the journey
Eat, make Epicurus laugh double for once
Holiness! Is it not about angels and fruits
Eden has grapes and...

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. 
Shakespeare meets Popeye.

Once upon a time in a town called Sweet haven
There lived a sailor type, tattoos and quite unshaven.
The Mayor was a biggish guy, “Caesar the spinach salad”
Yes that was his real name,
His passport it was valid.

But in that very place three anchors...

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(Dedicated to the memory of my mother Catherine who died June 3, 2011 and was 
buried June 24, 2011)


Sleep. Wake. Sleep
Sleep on empty stomach
Food and liquor make the journey
Eat, make Epicurus laugh double for once
Holiness! Is it not about angels and fruits
Eden has grapes and...

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And who are we, ignoble birthed, 
knowing as we must, 
all elements of earth
laid down in divine trust
berthed in perfect form-
stupendous souls made from dust. 
Finger of God made so much of it
Divine capsule of design
Then the human being lost his mind, 
lost the way...

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Rise up black woman and you all of other colours
Rise up and grab your fallen baton
Passed down from the hand of heroines past
Rise up from the grave Amina Zazzau
The lioness who hunted for  lions to eat
Rise up lest her exploits be forgotten
Rise up to...

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A waterfall is neither a moon beam nor is it icing dripping from a big cake. It is wise to build fortresses of ice in skating weather but skiing weather cannot make the deadline so the cross country brigade of brigadoons are in areas unvisited...

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Generating a ring
     of bright waters, which
currently meanders, ponders,
     and then streams - twitch
ching reflexively as flora
     and fauna lap rich
text chard liquid
     timelessly streaming, rippling,

   ...

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