Best Masted Poems

The girl and her smile straddle the rainbow
neon hair the fluid cascades of northern lights
seafoam cloak the ripples outgrown by the shore
she adores the breeze adorned with gems
emeralds fly from silk strings in the wind
kites made of ruby and sapphire and pearl
sit on a picnic...

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The draw of the tide...
tugs away inside...
remembered rekindled emotion...
lived on the water ...
remember i ought...
Portugese, on the ocean..

cabin boy ..
on a 3 masted schooner...
we lived on salted pork...
the maggots they walked...
red meat went rotten the sooner..

In Timor it's said ..
we'd get fresh bread...
more chillies, beer...

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Beware young lad, tis the dawning of thy demise,
For the water witches screams, are carried on the
Winds breath, of the tidal waves hurricane.
Be-she, the banshie of the fathom’s abyss, treacherous
Mistress, beguiling temptress, enslavement's captive, 
Whom belongs to the sailors devil himself,
Thus she announces her masters...

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Enchanted Voyage

Aboard the Magnolia paddle steamboat 
Bound down the Mississippi River
Carrying its precious cargo
Daring anyone for a challenge on her beauty and speed
Enchantment captivates guests of its breathtaking beauty a
Fortune spent to showcase and entertain in its
Grand elegant saloon with carved gilded mirrors 
Hanging far...

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Stilled again across the canals broadening 
Girth;
Mesh cages of rock-filled Gabions 
Reinforcing patches of exposed and arid earth,
Reflecting the glints that gleefully
Twist and dance in the hot glare of the sun...
Provoking images and stirring indefinable feelings
That begin to irrevocably up and run;
Pictures and voices crowding...

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SHAPE SHIFTER
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Whiter than the bright
Light at the dawn of the day
Like an angel I fly
... High across the skies

A giver of life where I can
Amidst the dying bands
God's healing hand
To suture broken lands

Nobility fluorishes as 
I furiously and faithfully fly
Throughout terrestrial turf
Adhering my hierarchy's call

Not...

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We were a poor Yacht Club, lacking prestige, but with knowledgeable sailors who believed in one another and more importantly, our club.  We also had the best boat.  A 65'  two masted Schooner named S/V "Apparition" and with her we would attempt...

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  Oh, to be in Trinidad
when the hot scented currents flow,
  from East Dry River to Nariva 
samaan and silk cotton tree grow.
  Where whisperin’ palms reach
across island reef and coconut lagoon,
  and the forests of Papa Bois 
flower with poinsettias...

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06 February 2010


Dream of Sailing
By: Noel N. Villarosa


Never sailed on a three-masted sailboat
Where it bustles to find a smooth wave
Where the wind is its engine
And heels above at the wave’s commotion

Feel the quiver of disappearing in a trough
Then mightily emerging to open water
To stand atop...

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Today I learned, once more, the lesson of loss.
Today I learned of a brother gone.
Tonight I pay my respects, in what words I can muster;
forever he is one of us.

I didn’t know him for all too long,
and never got all that close, 
when it really...

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four masted schooner
eerily drifts on the waves
smugglers sip on rum...

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A UK Royal Mail Ship was RMS Rhone
A sail-steamer and a two-masted brig, she shone

Rhone had an iron hull and was 310 feet long
Her compound steam engine made her fast and quite strong

An innovative ship with a bronze propeller
To save water, she had a surface...

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Ketch

Keel's deep in water and
Kelp off the bow appears
Kembed as I " keep her luff". 
Knighthead to the South, with
Knots at fifteen, on the
King plank I stand...O' this
Ketch is so mighty yar!

3.8.2017©deborah burch 

Pleiades 

Notes:   Kemb means to comb
    ...

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Masted castles crown the mountains
   Hidden by the brackish sea,
Where a string of boiling fountains
   Dot the ever-spreading lea. 

Leafless forests of the deep,
   Visited by swimming birds,
Serve as sailors’ place to sleep,
   Roamed by mute, abyssal...

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as the cool air blows
the barren wasteland regrown
a luminescent glow
feeds the reeds
feeds the trees
photosynthesis reborn
the budding of fruit
nourishment
webs are casted
sails are masted
in preparation of the morn
of the sweet candescent norm
Spring is love
it rises in the air
like a gryphon's wings
as songbirds sing
they float
they gloat
to feel the...

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