Best Bilge Poems

If we’re all just dreaming and life has no meaning
And tomorrow’s no better or worse
Than what we do now is pointless somehow
Including another new verse.
To this one uplifted
From one that was shifted
From down in the deep bottom bilge;
If life is a squander
Then why do we...

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And you will know me by the trail of dead,
the whistle of wind in cutthroat pipes,
the jolly japes and spring heeled capers
in the sepia pulp of the Sunday papers
and in all the Jack Tar bilge in your head,
for you will know me by the trail...

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Thump-thump of stiffening fish contorting
   In the bilge beneath the gunwale; 
 Lidless, bulging, reddened eyes, swivelling upwards, 
Protruding horribly from the straining sockets,
    Express stupefied amazement at inconceivable 
  Abruptness  
   Of a former world...

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Mother said, “Avoid the bilge,”
Keep your dreams clear, don’t let them delve.
No depth in anger, nor strife,
“Steer clear of paths where woes are felt.”

Do not let your heart be like a delft,
Cold and rigid, set by a protective shelf.
Live close to the warmth, shun the...

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Twere a   blisterin day, on da Fundy Bay, aboard da ‘ Black Angel of da Blue”, 
with a crew of 32, whilst resting a spell, wid a thunderin clap of grog ,
when da Jack o’ Cups , his Jib a hangin, spotted a...

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"The Payload" 

The payload 
came crashing down
like rain expelled
from the fat belly 
of a ruinous pregnant cloud 
bilious with buxom promise

it came crashing down 
like school fish released 
from the tight confines
of a course rope net
heavy onto a deck, where 
harried feet shuffled like cards

it...

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Silence is my favorite crypt, 
and when I'm feeling pious, or 
magnanimous, or greedy 
or alive, 
I go there. 
I go there because 
in silence, I can run so far 
away from the creeps and the 
whores, the moneygrubbing 
clerks and the bilge of puddles...

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I want to talk of days of old
and a story that was never told
and I will tell you this story is true
and here it is without further adue

many trips I moved green bales from the keys
on my coast guard cutter called "cherokee"
I smuggled marijuana right...

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To the North, South, East, and West...

Geniuses are lost in the jaunty jewels of rakish cads,

The hazard morsel palaver allot odium on idioms...

Rankle virulent mishmash wheeze addle chagrin jives,

Loosing a volley of expletives ordure waft charmed oafs,

Self-iniquity gull maven heresy when blighted wizardry jinxes,

Ticklish cynic...

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Grog

Gulping down a flagon 

Gives one a gibbous glow. 

Gather 'round ye hardies,

Grab one and have a go. 

Ghostly foam and farting 

Gnomes bilge one gushing flow.

Garish gaffe...drinking Grog!


deborah burch©12/4/2016

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Form: Pleiades...

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Brine kisses window impermeable
Impermeable to sea’s hydration
Hydration fills the hull, so visible
Visible in ship’s flagging flotation

Flotation, bilge pumps’ precipitation
Precipitation steaming on motor
Motor caked with salt crystallization
Crystallization of need to defer

Defer to elements, a requisite
Requisite to survive the Nor’easter
Nor’easter which does not invigorate
Invigorate soul of the...

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agonizingly dutifully didst wait
to distract anticipatory anxiety,
(analogous to an expectant father)
while protracted procedure promised
nothing short of a millennium

whereby echoing thru the corridors of time
olly olly gluten free ranging NON GMO, oxen
oiled lubricated cloven hoof
nsync cup aided toot tune to clacking choppers

activated after this chap dialed...

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SOLUTIONIST:
This is ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES... 
VERSE 1:
Drenched soul placed on a bench,
Avengers revenging not ready to repent;
Edge of grudges they always entrench,
Dreading of fate, that's what they depend.
Trends and hypes risen from their wrench;
Pitching and hitching bit of all been said,
Mashed titanian chillies' that strongly stench,
Splashes...

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Tennyson's Revenge

Unknown bumbling stumbling reading,
Of an old poem, its story older stored,
About the 'Revenge' of English men
Who died keeping Spain from our shores.

Sir Richards blazing stand, one I never knew,
The gallant English David, standing despite sick crew,
One little English ship, sailed out in Spanish deeps,
Her...

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I have long loved sailing ships, and stories and movies about them. I have even spent a few months designing and making a couple of models to erect inside bottles. Fascinated with the subject, I empathize with the men who built them and the men...

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