Best Mainsail Poems

He stands upon the salty,slippery deck,
Yelling yaargh matey ,
with a halfhearted pirate drawl.
He's not to impressed with himself,
not an eyepatch or wooden leg,
not even a hooked claw.
The parrot on his shoulder,
is a wannabee,
a sparrow that fell from the Crowsnest, 
from high up above.
It has no...

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The trip was a riot of color,
It brings a myriad of queries,
Fantastic tales of utter darkness,
Views' visible roots were explored. 

Mainsail surges,
pungent froth carried wave tips while,
blast swings moaning openly.

superb mountains,
Convey streams into streaming rivers,
Down slants shrouded in woods.

And the majesty of the stars,
Is confronted...

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Sails flick while chattering
To the wind deciding
How to best throw itself 
Into its arms.

Port rocks to starboard 
And back again
While I'm throwing my insides
Over the rail into the sea.

Mainsail catches and off we go
Pushed along by nothing
Except the breath of the sea
My stomach as a...

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Eyes of light beams pierce ocean air
as Neptune rests within his lair.
Sentinels hand-made of stone,
that keepers used to call their home;
guide travelers, sailors on their way
a lovely sight both night and day.

Though today they’re automatic,
once someone ascended to their attic;
to turn on the light and...

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Cold rains, wet and weary... seeping through the sky,
spectres pass ’long side me... bent, with collars high,
my visions are invisible and no one sees me cry.

Minstrels of destruction... rapping at my door,
naked anvils aching... heavy hammers roar,
their monodies of emptiness pulse, bleeding through the floor.

House...

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When I saw Richard last
Sailing the Winds of Change
His mainsail unfluraled by Whisper
With a Siren's song in range

The melody sweet like wine
Of love's long lost refrain
While the Saint danced upon the rigging
His face full of Neptune's Reign

A voyage is filled with peril
Each league and nautical...

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Barco do Boa Vista 2 

Windswept, worn and weary sails
You might think that this boat ails
But with sound and sturdy, solid mast
She sails the ocean's waves at last

There was one here not long before her
But she sailed away to who knows where
Perhaps the Pirates thought...

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I am a young man, to Nantucket I've traveled
never before have I been out to Sea,
here in the Harbor, I've spotted the Pequod
I knew then and there, that ship was for me,

Ishmael is my name,I was a Teacher
Queequed my friend, best harpooner on board,
the man...

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Cast off the mooring ropes at bow and stern
Head out into the early morning mist
Hoist the big mainsail, free the jib, and turn
Feeling the filling canvas make her list

The venerable diesel chugs and splutters
Its smoky wraith lingering in our wake
We weave our way between sloops...

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Retrieved Passage 6:
From The Book of Days - The Cellar


Don't send me down to the cellar
I swear I won't do it again
lest my sanity goes inter-stellar
and I beat myself senseless in vain

Don't send me down to the cellar
there are things there that scuttle and crawl
there...

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My love on the surf
I can’t stop the wave
Of two hearts in a crush
Earth and fire in a splash

Sunset in her eyes
Sparkling love rays
In the arms of a sea breeze
Blowing her wildest dreams

The beach is a towel
Dry passion our smile
Wet hair rides the spark
Of wet...

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Odyssey from Africa, Chapter 11 (d) cont...

Thus the boarding of the parties 
Was a speedy operation 
Very soon the whole flotilla
Sailed toward the open ocean

This wide bay from which the ships set
Sail is called the Bay of Pemba
In the present land of Mozambique 
Along its...

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Hoist
the Jolly Roger
atop the mainsail
we're heading
for Bermuda
with the wind
on our tail....

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You’ll be a man tomorrow, child, yes,
If you respect animals and pristine nature,
If you don’t kill elephants for ivory,
If you don’t kill the whales for soap,

You’ll be a man if you can stop time
If you can listen to the birds in the trees,
If you protect...

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And once upon a journey made
did I first ride the wind
far from the scented verdant glade
with mainsail fully trimmed.

The salted sea is memory,
my days of sail long passed,
where death was bound by destiny
to vacant shores so vast.

I feel a surge of heat within
this aged shell...

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