Best Loveboat Poems
GRANDDAD’S Homemade BEAN SOUP
Bean soup was served ‘cause Granddad was in town.
Yes, every grown up in the neighborhood.
Was glad when Granddad’s boat was homeward bound.
His homecoming was grand, for he was good.
If bells on grandma’s door knob jingled sound,
Or someone made the knocker tap on wood.
He quickly would wake up though sleep he should.
Bean soup was served ‘cause Granddad was in town.
The neighbor folks came calling, gathered ‘round,
And when they did, my granddad understood.
That every ear would hear his tales, spellbound—
Yes, every grown up in the neighborhood.
His stories, games and tricks blessed my childhood.
Fun memories within my heart abound.
And every one that on his shared path stood,
Was glad when Granddad’s boat was homeward bound.
When he was near, I wore an invisible crown.
That he loved me, I clearly understood.
Such love cannot be measured by the pound,
His homecoming was grand, for he was good.
I dream that he, with heaven’s love is bound.
Walking with God, talking…life, understood.
Smiling God says I’m glad you’re back in town.
The angels now understand why, as they should
Bean soup was served.
Dedicated to My Granddad, David Elliott ("Ellie") Brandt Sr.
Who made my life magical even from a distance!
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
March 13, 2010
Poetic form: Rondeau Redouble’
I have booked a holiday,
I am going on a Cruise.
Plenty time to read my books,
lots of time to snooze.
Then to find romance,
meet my ideal man.
All aboard the Love Boat (baby)
For marriage and suntan.
Gonna get my legs waxed,
Bikini line done to.
Then to try to lose some weight
I"ll look brand spanking new!
The Ticket it arrived,
my Brain I tried to rack.
( that I had it all)
In the cases that I packed.
My excitement it did mount
as the date became the day.
The Taxi it will come
and i"ll soon be on my way.
I have never been at sea,
so the question always begs.
Will I feel alright,
upon my new sea legs.
The Love Boat is so good
and soon we leave the dock.
The journey is so smooth
it is steady as a rock.
I party every night,
but never heed the warnings.
To much drink and sea
equals throw up every morning.
But I think it"s great,
that I am ready and i"m able,
to finally meet the Captain
( got the invite to his table)
The big night it arrives
I am dressed up to the nines.
He wont know what has hit him
as he becomes all mine!
Going to get that Captain,
yes that will be my plan.
Turn on the seduction
and I will get my man.
But the Captain is a Women!
I don"t know what to say.
(oh her **** are so much bigger)
It spoils my Holiday.
So the Moral of this story,
Is plain for all to see.
Always check your Life Boy
or He might be a She!!!
What a sailor may dream
is the rustles of sea where
the boat the rocks above:
a palace of coral,
castles of rock,
a stretching seaweed
and creatures with fins,
fiddling and swimming.
And what a sailor may see
is the early sun peeking
at the horizon's line where,
the clouds that slither against
a velvet sky,
and the bronze crown
that it wears.
'Where- oh- where
this sailor goes?' asked citizens.
He goes to a place of
something lifting
like a reliving remembrance of
happier childhood memory.
And like a child he is-
he has spirits for adventure..
looking and navigating,
playing with tools
to find a located island.
An island of creatures,
new lands, and newer civlization.
And this he dreams- with hand
covering brow, seeking under
sunlight. He points and turns
the boat several times,
months after months.
And oft' my heart skips a beat,
for I love this sailor I know
he leaves alone,
though I smile for his passion.
Around The World In One More Day
by Rick Rucker
At the wheel, I see the rollers' foam,
The Ocean's undulating loam.
The race was lost months ago,
When the Hurricane did blow.
My trusty boat was almost dismated,
Not long would I have then lasted.
I thought that I'd use the Frightening Spin,
To forge ahead, then win.
The combo of Wind and Wave,
Made it unlikely that I would save
The Life of the boat or me,
That I would be Buried at Sea.
Once, on a wave that Rose, and Rose,
The Boat was dancing, on its toes.
Suddenly, it began to fall,
I heard the Ocean's Siren Call.
When it finally reached the Trough,
It went underwater, could only cough!
That was the worst it got,
Two days more, there was not
Any Wind worthy of the name,
But I was done, just the same.
I'll make land on the morrow,
Then, no more sailing, without Sorrow.
When I thought that I was done,
I couldn't stop thinking of The One
That made all skies blue, from gray,
I want to spend every day
In your loving arms,
And lose myself in your charms.
In a landlocked country I can live,
You will receive all the Love that I can give!
Up until my dying day,
From you, Love, I'll never stray!
How its divine fragrance lifts my soul.
Soft mimosa, blooming, next to my deck.
Announcing, Lady Spring has come.
My thoughts.......only of beauty.
And all the blessings God has given me.
The most real trophy in my life,
God gave me was my soul.
That dances above fear and strife!
Would it not be just too divine?
To coast softly in a mimosa love boat,
For the rest of this Springtime?
4-6-2022
Octaves, not slaves is the way it went.
220s, 440s and then in the vent,
880 was heard and the light was bent.
They left a CC on the note you just spent.
155, we are still alive in the day and the light,
we made it quite right. To be heard.
Gave IT, to a group we love to call our nerds.
They built a machine on quarters and thirds.
But forgot the heart and the song for the birds.
You used a plan that was left long ago.
With secrets incomplete so the boat didn't go.
How long has it been? mon ami , dos amigo?
We're invited to the Pen, the Dragon said so.
You used a plan that was left long ago.
With secrets incomplete so the boat didn't go.
And so a wake, is the way we'll know.
Setting it write, so it's right at the light.
My hand our pen and a sound.called Knight.
The AND on the compass switched a hand
and it knew... a little loop in the thread
should see us through. Little sew in the
seeds under skies of blue. Time to fix
the seas with a knowledge renewed.
Time to buzz with the bees,
hear our echoing Trees, now gone.
But their song...
I can hear in the air as it sings along.hear
A sound there. Love allowed.
Be Aware.
... to be. has always. continued.