Best Galleys Poems

Continued from Part 1

Hungary hounds harangue the highlands,
howl at skies and desert islands…
Below, unfettered carbon crows conceal the parting path she chose

Lighthouse lamps and lanterns lolling…
Mute abandoned fleets are calling…
The shallow shadowed portholes vaunt dim traces of the past that haunt

Curved magnetic curtained faces
yearn contorted...

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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 not, stay along with me.”

But Admiral calls from ships numbered three.
“Leave Elpida alone, and Captain, for drowning.”
Then company vanished, quick...

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Contest:  Trilonette Contest		Sponsor: Joseph May		6-21-23
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River of Clouds

Lazy mists dawdle through valleys,
Wending in a river of clouds,
Surfs deep dales on rising tides.

Silver curly-cue veils dally
On twisting rivers like a shroud -
Leaves a pale kiss on riversides.

Mystic Rom roams the pine alleys,
Gypsy brume evergreens beclouds,
Cryptic nomad...

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The Devil spoke to me
with glee about what could be, promising, possibly,
he thumbed a drum of hearts pulsing
so I could see the drug of love
that I was missing,
a tempo true and rude impossible to elude
took my breath to the hue of blue,

reflections of calm joy...

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Friends , I present to you a slice of History about the ancient Greek scientist and 
mathematician Archimedes , who ran naked across the street
of Syracuse , in his birthday suit, after he discovered the Theory of Buoyancy , with which he 
could find out...

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Tails and claws in reefs, with opiates for pain,
Bad sight, ten legs and dollar profits to be made.

Prior to their own demise, they dined on fish and mollusks,
To savor and munch away with epicurean palettes.

Galleys rattle while lobsters kneel and pray,
“Boil!” and “Cut!” Chef Lemon-Snow...

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Tails and claws in reefs with opiates for pain,
Bad sight, ten legs and dollar profits to be made.

Prior to their own demise, they dined on fish and mollusks,
To savor and munch away with epicurean palettes.

Galleys rattle while lobsters kneel and pray,
“Boil!” and “Cut!” Chef Lemon-Snow...

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In the heat of winter one dreary night
A storm was eager to show its might,
The temperature was frigid outside
Yet it was hot and steamy inside,
Lying languorously I saw her
on a recliner of white satin and fur,
Dressed as the day she was born,
Slick as a snake,...

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Who were those hoodlum, who wanted thy do lour ,
thou were revered by all the classes , honored by only colors' ,
thou ruled the entire family of the galleys , who looked like the great Hercules ,
who had a large amount of strength , whose...

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Gather round both young and old for I've a tale to tell. 
About this little lonely cat by the name of Tabby O'Dell.

Tabby was a fiesty critter. Spunky as could be. 
She loved to play with other cats and often played in trees.
Many a day...

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Deep in the ocean,
where the sun
doesn’t reach
and the galleys
of Salamis sleep,
the fish-moons
pass
on tip-toe.

In yellow
the time is shining,
forged
to the oars
of once passed
foam
in flags
dreamers of eternity.

But it happens to me
(at unsaid hour)
in the moon garden
of the sea
to meet the chained ones.

*Salamis - an island in Aegean Sea...

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Madness exuded like the 
war cries of epic battles
and sagas' past,
the myth of man and 
the passionate woman.
As the eruption
began to procure its
preparations, Prince Alarumdives,
a moment with the King,
solace, questioning divinity.
"My father, what troubles 
plague us?  The trumpets 
do sound, do us not, impede
decision,...

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WE SIT and watch our amber tigers
beautifully silent now, their stripes gone, however
they lie by the bedside in their fleeting splendour
with the serenity of heaven’s blue
a reminder of heartbreak on a wedding day
an image of awakening
I think that they’re dying.

WE REFUSED an invitation to a...

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Summon the patient matrons from their hollow galleys 
Waiting on the edges of the musical drums within the flesh
None will know a return
In the outpouring of words, the distance becomes a rather familiar apparatus
And eerie reflections upon the surface raise the darkness in a dance...

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he walks aimously about the galleys
calling to a sullen expressional nook
unexplained by raw humor
of the chastisement. of man's bitter hues 

crawling beneath a mother's warm hem
he bestows her beauty as
wonder and wrath his rapture chafe 
and yet crudely he sighs motionless

to his surrounding's a poshed...

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