Best Rigging Poems

Spider’s Rigging
“I had resolved on a voyage around the world, and as the wind
on the morning of April 24, 1895 was fair, at noon I...

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Four in one, nine baptised,
I hear you say legalised fraudlence,
Promises air-conditioned highways and streets,
Salaries and wages without working,
An easy life made sweet and comfortable.

Now, all...

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“Over there,” yelled the Helmsman
“On the Starboard side.”
Though when I looked from left to right
Nothing caught my eye

“Over there,” he yelled again
“On the starboard side.”
And...

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Strolling the beach one day, a magnificent shell I happened to see.
I picked it up and held it to my ear - just out of...

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I'll tell you a tale
of our own Devil's Island
and the demonic crash
of the waves in the swell.
The smell and the taste
of the ball breaking weather;
the...

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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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Look at the face of a traitor within facts 
through this fraud he pushed his own personal opinion and agenda 
every vote cast from there...

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The pieces of peace were handpicked
Picked in the heart of the night 
Shredded for an aspiration 
To clutch the lone torch contained by the dark
A...

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“He fought often and once bled in the cause of freedom, but his habits of War did not lessen in him the peaceful virtues which...

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I've lived life hard, I've lived life full,

I wasn't the type that stood around and shot the bull.

Every lesson I learned, I learned complete,

Life was...

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To be a mariner.

We set sail for the Indies, our cargo stowed below,
As we leave the port of Liverpool and the woman folk we know.
Our...

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spring the season of procreation
a coming together, fun, elation
birds nest building, mammals den digging
cock birds singing, squirrels dreys rigging
dawn chorus, awakening a warm day
all life...

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Land Is A Loom
I sailed the fiord like inlets between Powell River and Drury Inlet.
The land itself  spoke from mountains, torents, islet
From bird song...

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A Ship In A Bottle
My great Grand Father sailed to New Zealand on a ship called the Wild Deer in 1872. I have always loved...

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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...

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