Best Moored Poems

The tale below was carved one night
upon the stone, by candlelight
...most won’t believe, but some just might
.........most won’t believe, but some just might



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PART 1:          THE MEETING

Alone one night neath lantern light, I trudged a weary mile.
Forlorn, I went...

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In my distal conception you shine like a lucent star
whose touch fondles the fret and strings of my guitar.
An image worth painting in oils with...

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"Escalating the Muse"



Written on the body
passive complacence
stretches sharp ink 
etched pain in the soul
then real beauty 
from the 
Book of Truth, 

a page moored
in transparent...

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MISDEMEANOR 

A soft lisp runs through blonde summer grasses,
shoving at kites or the hems of long skirts.
Umbrellas and hats stir as it passes, 
jumbling at...

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Stars fall under failing skies...stars fall...stars fall...
And sadly...i start to drive.
Through the unremarkable village with its tall 
Georgian Bay window panes, lightless,
devoid of visages; outwardly...

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As flames of summer’s infatuations wane, a new love,
  Unheralded yet undaunted, arrives,
    Transforming and maturing until, like trees windblown, though
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When the rising tides of the storms of life assail,
My hope abides fastened secure to the Rock.
When the chilly waters cause my strength to fail,
My...

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Her name was Madame Butterfly;
   true love embraced her one fine day.
By sea, he came, neath bright, blue sky,
   on Navy...

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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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It was a special time of life
With my children and my wife
In a tent among the trees
At a place called Camp Louise

Sitting around a campfire...

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Trapped in a prison of flesh and of bone, 
limited by the rules of time and space. 
I dream of a day when all will...

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all at sea, my restive heart
waters are calm, but in calmness
   moored 
the bounty of a lover's soliloquy
raging torrents bequeath a joy 
you...

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The tempest kiss of seaweed miss.
Her temper heard ~ his heart stirred.
     His ship astern and fast.
    The...

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It's a place I know, 
my feet familiar 
with each timber plank
that deck the way, 
the smooth ones 
and the ones buckled 
and raised ready
to...

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