Best Drop Anchor Poems
I'd love to buy a boat and sail the seas
Just loaf and let the string of life unwind
Drop anchor anytime or place I please
To visit every island I can find
I'd sail from cape to cape, from gulf to strait
Each bay and channel up and down each coast
My dog would be companion and first mate
Most likely, he'd be sleeping at his post
But every night we'd find a still lagoon
Perhaps we row ashore and build a fire
On first appearance, I'd harpoon the moon
And hold him hostage until we retired
A life at sea, beneath large wind filled sails
With peaceful friends, the dolphins, gulls and whales
February 21 2017
by Daniel Turner
I am the hope inside
That feeds on tide and wind
As ocean shores abide
A storm's subsiding din
I am the joy that died
Before the world took wing
Where cold and dark things hide
Beneath a cheerful grin
I am the vacant eye
The black and gaping stare
The vain and cunning lie
That only truth can bear
Where raging hearts surrender
I drop anchor there
As dying embers stir
And faith invokes despair
Written by © Raven Drake
I troll downstream; drop anchor and wait
To seize the day with just the right bait
I feel my first hit, a pulse one can’t see
Though anxious, I wait patiently
For opportunity to bite and run
In the struggle, break free and
Reach for the sun
Feeling alive with vision true
I see the shimmer. I glimpse a view
Tension mounts. To the challenge, I rise
Reeling and reeling, and then I surmise
This quarry requires less drag and more
line
Fighting, more fighting
I give it more time
At last, there before me, a beautiful sight
A trophy for certain...I hope that I’m right
An angler I’m not, but today I’m a king
If only I can carefully boat this thing
Then I heard a loud wail with the fish still a
stream
My alarm clock announced that
It all was a dream
~Christopher Thor Britt
(2014)
this epistle per mine choice of heir apparent presidential throne
composed from one liberal minded non-conformist rolling stone
prompted awareness that one voice can affect which contestant will win
and occupy the white house after the votes get tallied from political spin
aware thy missive from an anonymous fellow and a self anointed scribe
will be carefully screened no matter opinion already cast with nada bribe
personal opinion of this sole american male of two score and nine years
that barack obama possesses that je ne sais quois diplomatic state craft
despite disparaging broadside starring paris hilton plus britney spears
the land of lincoln candidate exemplifies (to myself) a charismatic charm
in tandem with a relaxed persona and gait akin per a commoner on a farm
that nonchalant easy going affinity speaks nonverbal volumes to this chap
cringes when espying or hearing from opposing challenger whose lips flap
meaning john mccain whose hidden motives and agenda include his trap
to plant seeds of doubt per un-decided electorate causing lead to get a zap
unknown how trials and tribulations rival democratic senator from Illinois
will weather local nor global challenges and said solution he might employ
i opt for said captain to steer ship of state and exclaim to drop anchor ahoy
if via cosmic divine intercession the galloping newcomer in this horse race
ushering biracial as nominal winner televisions would show a beaming face
the political ramifications analogous to betting square outcome on this ace
i gently beg, decry, fulminate counter attack advertisements fast and quick
against those subliminal sly messages that at first blush appear airily slick
and please reach deep in that magic bag resorting to retaliatory artful trick
lest burning from the madding crowd extinguished like jack’s candle wick!
Yo-Ho-Ho And Shiver Me Timbers
Shiver me timbers and loosen me limbers
I sail me sloop until it lin’ers
And drop anchor in t’ nearest lagoon
Bury me treasure chest full o’ doubloons
Then set off durin t’ next full moon
~
“Aarrr!” I’m happy go-lucky sea piratin Cap’n
With a short wooden leg and a limp, earrin’s, and rin’s on every fin’er
Metal silver hook for me left hand
Me cutlass, dagger, and dirk o’ me belt
Not a landlubber at all
~
Not a thin’ scares me that stand in my way
Especially when I’ve had a few grogs in me belly
Aye, I carry around me Ahoy! bucko Polly me parrot on me shoulder
That keeps me on t’ straight and narrow
~
They call me a barbaric and thief I don’t know why
A great insult t’ me, I just laugh into my handkerchief in disbelief
~
Don’t insult me temper because it gets carried away
Sarcasm, rudeness, and insults I cannot help
When swashbucklin’ scallywag get in me way
~
Me hearty weigh anchor
Or I’ll give ye a taste o’ walkin t’ plank
T’ Davy Jones’ Locker you will go and feed t’ fishes for mutinous
Dead men tell no tales!
~
Aye, aye, mates, pull anchor and set sail
I be Silver Hook a feared pirate that sails t’ seas
9/5/2015
Contest Name :A Pirate's Life For Me
Sponsor Name: Kelly Deschler
The channel islands off the coast
of California were my home
on weekends sailing with my dad
on glassy seas, on froth and foam.
On Fridays after work he’d head
to Catalina on the wind.
Sometimes, the trips were fast and rough;
sometimes, you thought they’d never end.
I’d go below when it got dark;
he’d often sail late in the night,
drop anchor in a quiet cove,
and hear the gulls at dawn’s first light.
My father would go snorkeling
and abalone were the game:
delectable when cooked just right,
breaded, sauted on a flame.
The prize, not easy, on the rocks
some twenty feet below or more.
A suit and weights to take him down
to pry them off the ocean floor.
I stayed up top and manned the oars
and kept the dinghy close at hand,
collect the catch and be right there
when things did not go quite as planned.
Though this was fifty years ago,
I picture it as clear as day.
My father found a hunting spot.
The waters, calm; the skies were gray.
He’d found an abalone bed
with numbers plenty to be found,
and so he’d bring them to the boat,
inhale, and take the next trip down.
But then, he came up rather quick
and backed up slowly with his fins.
His snorkel made the strangest moans,
and then he dived back down again.
Again, he came up fast and tossed
the catch into the boat and said
a large black manta ray down there
was quite protective of the beds.
’Twas near ten feet across in size,
and though they shouldn’t cause one harm,
when they are coming after you,
it sets off all the fire alarms.
On one last trip, he headed down,
and next I know, he’s like an otter.
The ray had come straight up at him;
he might as well have walked on water!
He managed to get in the boat
in one smooth motion, in a blink.
Normally, it was a struggle,
requiring help and lots of strength.
He laughed and said we’re done today;
whatever’s here, we’ll call it good.
No arguments from me, for sure;
I’d never been, and never would!
We've sought our sextant, fair and free,
Thus bound with dreams, this starlit sea -
Should other sentience thrive, perchance,
And wend the depths of great expanse.
Abaft the beam glow maelstroms, bright,
That guide us through the endless night,
From star-to-star we bound and prance,
And wend the depths of great expanse.
Such wonders found, and more to glean -
Strange worlds no eyes have ever seen,
But bent with time, we can't but glance,
And wend the depths of great expanse.
We strive to know the stars, white hot,
And learn the myst'ries physics wrought,
To spin those spheres of grand romance,
And wend the depths of great expanse.
While here-and-there, we'll find a world
Much like our own, with bounties, furled,
Our stores refreshed, we then advance,
And wend the depths of great expanse.
One day we'll reach a realm, quite grand,
With care-worn hearts, drop anchor, and
Upon those shores, commend our dance ...
And wend the depths of great expanse.
~ Honorable Mention ~ in the "Strand Select 7, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
~ Honorable Mention ~ in the "Brian's Select H, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
Well and I know these lakes like
The back of my hand
I used to like to be on the open
Waters alone the serenity made me
Feel strong but now after meeting
You I am a new man and now I'd
Like nothing better than if you came
Along and...
Sail Away With Me together in
The breeze of the sea let lose the
World and breath deep the
Tranquility yes and it is true I know
The best things in life are free so
Baby want you come along now
Come and Sail Away With Me
We can drop anchor right here
And make love underneath the clear
Blue sky lovers in motion to the
Waves a rocking' and a Rollin' pooh
Yeah baby and looking into your
Eyes I can see you feel the way I do
Inside I can't believe this is happening
To me but now I am a new man and
Now I want you always right by my
Side so...
Sail Away With Me together in
The breeze of the sea let lose the
World and breath deep the
Tranquility yes and it is true I know
The best things in life are free so
Baby want you come along now
Come and Sail Away With Me
Come and Sail Away With Me!
from the sandy bottom
up periscopes
from depths,
hidden in the sea
of thoughts,
through an ocean
of memories
scanning the distant horizon,
in vision
my rising sun
as my waters swell
a saviour,
my soul motions
drifting a wave,
dreaming
beautiful sunshine
drop anchor,
paradise with palm trees,
the ocean calls
touching beautiful colour
handing out
mother pearl,
this treasure
from deep
my mutiny
abandon ship,
lost
on this island,
alone with you
upon the rocks
on this sandy shore
I sit
holding hands
in the spray
of beauty
like a rainbow
colour of light
you
to romance
the very stones
on the rocks
that you sit
merman
calling to you
mermaid
Laura Lee's Funeral
1.
We are traveling on the infinite ship
From our forgotten harbor
To our unknown port of call
Beneath impassive stars
Upon the endless, everchanging sea
Towards a sun that may be
Rising from,
Or sinking to,
The Deeps.
It is up to us
To discover which;
The answer lies, I think,
In the voyage.
2.
It is, of course,
A day like any other.
Save that today another traveler
Has gone below the decks
And we know we shall not see her
Walk the ship amongst us
'Til who can say when.
We all go belowdecks eventually;
Some quietly
Some with great fanfare
But we all go
And it is left to those above
Who knew them
To celebrate, or rue
Their time among us
'Til our time to follow comes.
3.
This one we celebrate.
Oh, how we do.
For she was one of the Good Companions,
Those who make the sailing easier
Come calm, come gale.
The Kind word
The Attentive ear
The Helpful hand
That soothes the seas beneath
Stills the storms above,
For which the ones she traveled with
Lived all the better.
4.
We hold our ceremonies
We say our words
When the ones we know
Go below
Into the Hold,
There to await us.
We weep our tears
We dream our dreams
We weave our memories
Among the milling throngs abovedeck.
Until one day or night
Something calls us,
Then down we go.
The infinite ship
Keeps sailing on
Towards that rising? setting? sun.
5.
I think that sometime,
When the Hold is finally filled,
We shall make our Port of Call.
We shall drop anchor,
Disembark;
When we do,
The Good will see a sunrise
The Bad will see a sunset
Above that Undiscovered Country
From whose bourne no traveler returns.
And on that day,
Laura Lee and all the Good Companions
She graced along the way
Will stand and shine together
On that Undiscovered shore,
In the perfect,
Incomprehensible
Sunrise.
(after Alphonse de Lamartine)
Thus, ever driven onward to new shores, borne constantly away,
Can we never, in the Ocean of the Ages, drop anchor for a day?
Oh, this beautiful lake! The year has hardly flown,
yet here am I, beside these so-beloved waves of hers. Here, but alone.
Waves! You crashed against these rocks for her, white-blazing, beat
your heads against the wind, but also caressed her lovely feet.
One night - do you remember? - we lay here and felt
the rhythmic swish of oarsmen, slicing through your pelt.
That night was so enchanted, I swear to you I heard
accents never known on earth, as she let fall these words:
"Oh, Time, stop your flight! Hours, don't run away!
Allow us to savor this delight, the best of life's brief day!
So many unhappy ones implore you. Run, run for them.
Take, too, the cares which eat them up. But leave us in pacem.
It's fruitless to complain, but these moments aren't enough:
I beg shy Night to linger, but look - bold Dawn scares her off.
So let us love, then. Let us love! Time can not be caged.
Make haste: we'll strut our tiny hour, and then must quit the stage."
Jealous Time! Why do you rob with such frank eagerness
our days of joy, but dawdle when you see us in distress?
Why is it that we live and love, but leave no trace?
Why give us these raptures, which you then efface?
Eternity. Nothingness. The Past. Such somber chasms!
Where do you hide our human fire, our passion-prompted spasms?
Lake! Tall rocks! Oh, deep and secret woods! Nos amis!
Won't you keep of us at least some memory?
We live on in your calm, Sweet Lake, your storms, your laughing shores,
your gloomy pine trees, craggy rocks, through which the water roars.
It's in the summer wind we'll live, which ruffles as it kisses,
and in the single thoughtful star, which reflects and reminisces.
The rose which droops, the oak in ivy gloved,
the fragrance of the forest. These will tell the world, "They loved!"
I bought an RV , that's where I'm living these days..
Living and learning all the RVing ways.
When I awoke this morning it was raining 'round here.
But my RV wasn't leaking and that filled me with cheer.
Last night I fixed the fridge and I filled it with food,
I'm a warm, dry, well fed, RV having dude..
Aboard this vessel I'm the captain and crew.
King of the castle ? Hell yeah I'm him too !
My ocean's made of asphalt and my ship's got wheels,
And I'm here to tell you just how good this all feels..
I've finally found freedom on the asphalt sea,
Where it's where it's good to be captain and it's good to be me.
I'm free to drop anchor and I'm just as free to roam.
Wherever I find myself I'm always at home.
Ain't got no mortgage, don't gotta make the rent.
And wherever I am it's cause that's where I went.
Every day is an adventure , or so it would seem.
Life is made for living and I'm living the dream.
Yeah it's all good on the asphalt sea.
It's good to be captain and It's good to be me !
I got a fantastic woman along for the ride.
She's here because she loves me, man that fills me with pride.
Yesterday is gone forever and tomorrow never comes
Today is where the action is so fare thee well my chums.
As for me I'll be sailing on the asphalt sea,
Where it's good to be a captain and it's good to be me !!
~~~ Ernie Rodrigues - 04/16/2022
We've sought our sextant, fair and free,
Thus bound with dreams, this starlit sea -
Should other sentience thrive, perchance,
And wend the depths of great expanse.
Abaft the beam glow maelstroms, bright,
That guide us through the endless night,
From star-to-star we bound and prance,
And wend the depths of great expanse.
Such wonders found, and more to glean -
Strange worlds no eyes have ever seen,
But bent with time, we can't but glance,
And wend the depths of great expanse.
We strive to know the stars, white hot,
And learn the myst'ries physics wrought,
To spin those spheres of grand romance,
And wend the depths of great expanse.
While here-and-there, we'll find a world
Much like our own, with bounties, furled,
Our stores refreshed, we then advance,
And wend the depths of great expanse.
One day we'll reach a realm, quite grand,
With care-worn hearts, drop anchor, and
Upon those shores, commend our dance ...
And wend the depths of great expanse.
~ Honorable Mention ~ in the "Brian's Select H, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
~ Honorable Mention ~ in the "Strand Select 7, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
What better place than here
to be
To stop drop anchor and rest aboard
my floating throne and dotted
upon by endless servants
feeding me grapes of wrath
And take in all of this ethereal world's
majesty I am seemingly deemed to own
And If only for a little while
Breathe in another most
auspicious rustic desert sunset
slowly fading behind the pyramids
chastening the horizon
Drifting pleasantly along the silent tepid
river Nile like a calm deflecting Oasis
Oh how I can only wish to imagine if
I were the Pharisee King of this domain
my own people and enslaved Israelites
as well
Placed in charge over all of this
fertile land and ever increasing empire
Adorned and drapped with such
bedazzled finery as die cast hand
crafted robes
Wearing a crown made out of
the purest yellow gold with every
kind of precious stone one can imagine
carefully set
So even when come sunset and daylight
is then eventually replaced by moonlight
He is still the only thing around able
still to be seen as his regal attire
reflects and shimmers the moonlight rays
afterglow luminescence back
And if you we're sceptical and never
did believe in his status as a living
God on earth before
After seeing him somehow be able
to glow and transcend even the
natural rule of law by turning
darkness into light
10 plagues alone your subjects
would gladly suffer through but
not suffice nor be enough
To start or begin a revolution
or revolt
Gather on mass and march we as
the common people finally standing
united under the banner
" Let Those People Go "
Because never mind them do it for
us after all we are the one's suffering
out lives now resemble hell
And what exactly is to be gained and
the reason behind this madness
And now you come to mention it
That has never actually ever been
explained
The world is always in balance
Harmony is created again and again
Disguised in the madness
Tucked under this sadness
Peeling at the corners, twirling mad with the wind
The things that are
And the way things are not
Defy all the control and continuous plot
The maze aint the same as the ones that proceed
Yet the middle and its trappings
Make you seethe with unease
You stand at the cliff, where the edge meets the sky
With your burning heart, pounding
You let go and fly
But you don’t- not yet
Your toes grip the earth
Why can’t you sink into the chaos?
Why not multiply your mirth
Your misery, pity-me
Your cry to the Divine
I only exceed you because I try all the time
I will not drop anchor at these murky, damp streets
I will not shelter my fears, I will gut them, expose them
Let them rot like raw meat
Because I am alive
And my heart, it survives
I will open my skies, let them bloom
Crystallize