Best Keels Poems

When dormant skies command the winds to blow
amidst the tides where sailing vessels dwell,
the tranquil sea will soon become a foe.

Within the bluster, flailing in its throe,
the wanton keels reel wildly in the swell
when dormant skies command the winds to blow.

With sails avast, all front...

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IV

Once more I have been given cause to dwell
On that ill-fated romance;
I saw you again yesterday, years hence...was  
It just another casual dalliance?
The affected tilt of your cruel and
Arrogant chin, the high piling of a mass of
Staggering auburn hair;
And often I have wondered, just...

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Tidal breathing lunar pull ocean
Heaving  monthly passion waves.
Measures of timing in surely repelling  
Slow steady repeating gravity law
Winds of tomorrow and yesterday's keening
Fill canvas dreams as  keels argue sorely
Rippling and driving in moments of yaw
Time tied in tidal moon fluctuation
Swinging and tolling...

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So sailed they then o'er seas well spent~ 
Torn their skys & mastheads back bent~ 
Under their bowsprits well to a'sea~ 
From ravages o'wind did'st they then flee~ 

Down from their bulwarks & under their keels~ 
Sharks & Dorados & green Moray eels~ 
Mermaids a'singin'...

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I have long loved sailing ships, and stories and movies about them. I have even spent a few months designing and making a couple of models to erect inside bottles. Fascinated with the subject, I empathize with the men who built them and the men...

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she sat there with only one tear rolling alone to drip between her knees
Splattering on the tidal flow below.
Cross legged with ankles aching on wet jetty stone
Cold wet jetty stones gathered from God knows where
By God knows what and re planted to keep the harbor...

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Brunhilda married a fellow named Horst
For their first meal, she treats Horst to some borscht
  She serves him with sweetest smile
  But Horst cries, "This stuff is vile!"
Then keels over ~ should have filed for divorce...

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Gluggy margarine marine grips keels
        Apex sun spreads sickly circle of lard
        Plugged lungs, gust momentum marred
        Strait elongates co-ordinate, pace killed


  ...

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Love is God and God alone who died
Offering himself, cross gifted, self denied
Vow paying esteemer, making low high
Eternal giver, repenting no gift, you I glorify.

Love has no meaning in dictionaries, no place
Oystered in feelings like princely pearls
Valued in the market of the common race
Each man...

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A brook cascades daintily extant
~ flowing gayly heart’s incited joy
Meandering, nestles on Peace
~ quivering restraints strain ‘n squirm 
Breaking-bank, careens downwards
~ extols faith’s grim heart-bomb
Undulating, veering waves extrapolate 
~ Yonder’s zooming blue-adieu
Sojourns, so-longs, traversing under veils
~ weathering wry extremes
Heart’s incessant journey keels love’s mainland
~ new...

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‘Eau De Cologne’ breaches his senses as he walks towards the lady,
Her attire befitting of a bygone age; tastefully blending in with-
Her elegance and sophistication. She keels over like a ship in –
A stormy sea, yet within a moment her face straight laced passes him...

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November's winter sun is bleeding low 
where cold Thames makes a tidal run 
and also gentler pewter flow 
towards the city docks, the sea, 
towards the rising of the sun
 
A single coot beside a tethered boat 
paddles nowhere with each nodding scoot, 
to pace...

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Turner's artistic gift is sought to a working-class dream sequence.
His visual poetry beats the factory revolt's time and place.
In a stunning display of moonshine, which erupts through the sky.
At the right, Keelmen, flat-bottom keels hauling coal along the Quay

1st Place Contest Winner

Written: February 3rd, 2022


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Book ^Delta" 2005 
http://www.allbookstores.com/Delta-Bozhidar-Pangelov/9789549700480

***(Have the life)
The wings are bending of a dead
wind.
Under the fallen papers with words
blank
not burnt cockroaches are running
back
and forth
making noise…
And the ocean dries up.
The death is whispering in eyes
every single while,
when you’re bent above the oars.
The oars are making after the hits
circles
and...

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I'm trying to sing the heaven songs that ring within my ears,
Now got Fakes waiting for myself to doubt my fears,
So every night when they sleep I'm putting in the overtime to be where I want to be,
For they stay here, in the land of...

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