Best Keel Over Poems

howling black wolves complain to new moon,
of devastation wrought by creatures!
different from rest in size and shape,
walk on two legs, strange hairless features!

in packs behind...

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Me, my brother Tom and Uncle Pat were on a fishing holiday
three men in a rowing boat way out in Dublin Bay
we anchored up and...

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surely, no concept of Heaven
      compares in all object to this -
        ...

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What playground does not hold the magic lure
Of see-saws firmly braced upon their stands?
What child resists excitement, felt for sure
In ups and downs: the hard...

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When your befuddled mind
Forsakes upon the ragged edge
Of swirling darkness;
Where eternal night awaits
To sate upon purest innocence
Besides an open grave!
When the gravity of your perils
Be...

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I was walking home one cold winter's night
On a country lane that was very dark
Odd feeling I had something wasn't right
Then behind me heard a...

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I ponder my existence beyond the breakers,
Navigating depth’s perils past shallows of youth.
Will I rise with the tides and lift up those near me,
Or will...

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I see the edge of your smile
and the tip of your varnished toe,
the waterfall of your flaxen hair
that makes your shadow grow:
Love!  I am...

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Sailing on a ship of dreams, through a deep and starlit night
The wind softly hums a lullaby, as the sails catch the pale moonlight
Indigo waters...

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Sail away with me on a lovers voyage.
Let the wind's soft caress carry us gently out to sea.
Free of inhibition; cloaked in midnight satin;
each breathtaking...

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What loathesome burden wears your weary heart
a trinket on a cold and hoary hand?
And in its dark tide drowns the cheery part
to keep you bound,...

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.                  Mr. Kopp flies his   ...

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See-Saws  -   (First Poem posted on PoetrySoup, 08/04/2014)

What playground does not hold the magic lure
of see-saws firmly braced upon their stands?
What child...

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It is for sure, not springtime here
Shorter days now how bare His trees.
And looking back draws eyes to tear
For waste and loss of all my...

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Only silence dresses her rigging now
To the call of the bosun’s whistle
Her hatches now stand locked and secure
Where long past sailors once lingered
She is the...

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