Best Houseboat Poems

Shimmering waves of satin ripples, all of the black night,
As lustrous moon visits the river, in its pearls of white.
In the fragrance of the hour, stars twinkle for me tonight;
And the water mirrors the sky, as it did in noon daylight!

Just awakened from dim dreams,...

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My lover is to me a cluster of henna blossoms
     from the vineyard of En Gedi.

Song of Songs 1:14 NIV

he is vulnerable 
   with me.
he is charming, handsome —

   his silver hair and bedroom eyes.
i press my...

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                                  Colourification-- Vibgyor Romance.


Newly married,we flew in the valleys of Kashmir,
me,a man...

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In this time , this town, you'd grow
In this town, this time, you'll feel at home
your poor plenty more than rich enough
to crack the faultline,
your cup half full, half overflowing.

You stretch your legs and wings and mind and laugh
Find friends too easily,
and hand frayed throw...

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the illuminating sounds of summer
first there is birds sweet sernarding amidst cottonwoods
and if your lucky enough even capture whispers of the wind speaking 
down in a lustrous valley of green and don't forget about  
echoes of an eagle encircling the blue yonder looking for...

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Abandoned houseboat
a cage,  hungry bird within.
just a living thing...

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Sir Rule, Ian Ballew and Ock, a marine
set off on a houseboat to study
the difference between greenish-blue and bluish-green.

The deep blue sky on that fog-foggiest of days
they mistakenly thought was the sea
which explains why to us, when they saw a green haze -

Ian whooped, "It's...

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NATURE AND YOU
	
On the horizon gray clouds tending towards purple black 
swimming slowly breaking in spots to thin slivers of light letting the final rays of the sun break through
the mood was somber and threatening as cloudy days will be

Swans flew south to Florida
mosquitoes in...

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A repressed scream.
Someone breaks the head.
I was hitting the wall.

The rape hurts.
Withers away the dam.
River was changing the course.

It was very pompous;
the benign torture. No
more I belong to this world.

And the dilapidated
houseboat floats on the lake
to collect the immersed-

bones of ancesters. A 
door opens. The...

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 This is the story of Albert Bligh,
who painted a boathouse upon the sky.
Albert was as bored, as bored could be;
he’d grown up in a house high in a tree.

Albert had a bigger dream, you see
and wanted to sail the seven seas.
Through the world, he...

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I walked in Draper Park
Saw a family at a table, heard a dog bark
"Ernie's friendly," said the Mommy, "he won't bite"
A large goofy dog came at me, seemed alright.

Ernie growled, maybe because I smelled of beer
Or maybe because I didn't let him sniff my rear
But...

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