Best Disembark Poems

Travelling through life resembles an arc
We start out as a child emerging from the dark
To reach a crescendo
Establishing a tempo
Then sadly we all must eventually...

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When all the lines you crossed but didn't see
Grow darker by the day upon your face
Your rosy blush of youth has been erased
And cheeks are...

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It’s magic walking in the dark,
The sidewalks empty, shadows stark
And dogs have not begun to bark;
There’s promise in the air.

The birds are waking in the...

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how many of you 
wonder how
you find yourself 
where you are now
on some fast train
that's shooting by
the world outside
and don't know why
and wishing as
it takes...

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A versifier indeed, crowding the tiny city dwellers,
above the rest flying with the strongest propeller.

In day he disperses many tiny...

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a collaborative work with Alfred Vassalo


The Stars sparkled in her eyes
As light interlaced with her shadow
Causing her to question her senses
Even though she closed her...

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Noah heard the forecast and realised he must build an ark
It had to be impermeable for when they finally disembark.

They faced forty days and forty...

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We set sail as Reggae music played out on the Lido.
Our first night was casual; no need for tuxedo.
We could eat a pizza by the...

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The farmer's pond was still and dark
the boat was small and light
two lovers they did disembark
their pleasure to excite,
all on a summer's night.

He rowed them...

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Mark Clarke was the gentlest man of Denmark 
Yet considered by all a most unlikely patriarch
He was proud being Noah’s apprentice on the ark

Mark was...

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Life is a long walk,
The path meanders,
The path undulates.

Life is a sequence of doors,
They open of their own accord,
Until the final closure.

Life is a book,
Ancient...

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This is the good ship Dreamtime
And she sets sail every night
Weighing anchor for her cruise
With the fading of the light.
Her passengers are all dreaming
That they...

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At the end of the street,
lays a lonely beggar,
Fighting the hailstorms,
with no food nor light,
with no beds nor clothes.

He shivers in the cold,
and
burns under the...

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Otto`s life is not
their British
sickular motto
Grue is his banner
left by his
blue-eyed Brit mom
left long by one of
those hated South
African Paki
His guilty pleasures
in Green Street have
no...

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the quay is where he sat.
     deep in thought, he speaks out.
     “my money is my clout.”
he...

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