Best Galleon Poems

Beneath the silent, cloudless skies
The Spanish Galleon swiftly glides,
For the Spanish Queen Isabella, in distant lands,
Its mighty mast’s unfurled by strong and sturdy hands.

She swiftly...

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On the south-western side of the old mission school,
on the corner of 1st,  where the blackberries grew
a field claimed by children, was crosshatched with...

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PART 1:          THE MEETING

Alone one night neath lantern light, I trudged a weary mile.
Forlorn, I went...

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Where are you God?
Where are you?
I see you.
I see you
in the clouds as you influence them to swell,
and nudge each other in the ocean of...

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When gazing Beta Persei,
a star with many ghoulish names, 
be wary of a winking eye,
for fluctuating flames
belie its evil aims. 

Ancient mariners would watch with...

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“Abandon ship and from her flee
Better her than all be lost to sea.”
“First Mate, be rendered silent,” is the captain’s plea
“Dear crew, I beg, depart...

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sunken galleon
underwater museum
marine life blossoms


8 May 2018...

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The Boat

In the harbor there is a galleon you can buy dinner on.
They sing shanty songs and talk to wild mermaids until sunset.
Then all, are...

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The days are long and unproud, they brood...
  and please not the weary soul wearying in its wake;
  when gnashing snow and rain...

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A good friend died
I don't know who
A eulogy on the car radio said
"He was a good friend to all"

It begins to rain
On the road a...

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Black Sun’s crypt sands,
feeling infernal crimson winds 
ancient galleon sail
Across a brutal bloody land.
Setting on Jagged black
Shores casting far into golden 
Halo’s, burning the horizon...

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Red Beard laughed at this lad
Stumbled on the wrong ship he had

Stowing away on a pirate vessel 
Turned himself in not even a wrestle

Stout young...

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The horse in my mind, gallops away,
His hooves, beat inside my skull, 
Like the waves, that pound, upon our strong hull
I hold tight, but the...

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THE DEEP OCEAN OF THE MIND


The warm pebbles touch  my foot,  my sole,
In the turbulent shallows of tide  and wave.
My waking ...

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Ardent galleon cutting foamy high tide
Each sliver born to venture yet farther
Captain and lady, stout crew by their side,
Still hailed by stalled gray frigate in...

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