Best Seaday Poems
My name is Peter the Pelican
I'm nothing special at all
I fly around as I'm supposed to
But this day I was close to a fall
Every day when I take to the skies
They are blue and sometimes grey
But this day I never imagined
That my bluey seas would decay
Oozing from metal giants
Now appearing after millions of years
Mans honey as they seem to be happy
Every find I hear all their cheers
One day their tears turned to shouts
For much of it was getting away
My blue was turning to a distasteful mix
In the place where I always played
One day without a care in the world
As I dived for a meal one morn
On surfacing I struggled to respond
Splashing I became so worn
My feathers were not responding
I'm drifting close to the shore
Amid a sea of thickening black
I sense the closing of my pores
What little strength I have left
As I lie in decaying kelp
I flap my wings and hope in my heart
Someone hears a cry for help
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I remember the day as I stood on the pier
From beyond the point the trawler drew near
Weeks away amidst their wilderness of blue
A crew so brave in their quest to do
Berthing was simple as they had done so before
As I await in anticipation where the fish are stored
Basket after basket, many species graced with ice
Their quota now declared as they await the best price
Smiling faces now radiate all around
So successful from their new found fishing grounds
To their local they celebrate their catch
Back home safely in family attach
On this day as I stand on the pier
Beyond the point no trawler draws near
Weeks away amidst their wilderness of blue
A crew so brave, back on land worries grew
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Sleek ship in a bottle sits on the mantle~
Next to her a'flickers one slender candle~
Lighting her silky sails & her decks down below~
Where if she could sail would this fine ship so go~
'Tis not a question deserving of much thought~
Nor 'tis such a notion easily e'er caught~
For such as this ship shall ne'er be free~
For her bottle shall ne'er set sail to sea~
Yet what does imagination create of all this~
This ship & her bottle such seeming all bliss~
Naught but fancy & vivid wild dreams~
This ship does then sail after all it so seems~
Dreams are her seas & her winds are of chance~
Songs are her pleasure & laughter her dance~
She sails the minds o'all who have such~
A need to one dream reach out & touch~
One day I'll find on her decks I may stand~
One day on which I'll be happiest o'the land~
Fore'er after I'll sail blue seas~
I'll sing & I'll dance as oft as I please~
After all I have done & considered worthwhile~
Naught can compare with such as this trial~
For to sail such a ship as she does so sit~
Shall add to great pleazures just bit by bit~
The candle has burned very long now this night~
Sleep I must have if I'm to set all things right~
For this ship in her bottle speaks softly to me now~
Whispering of sweet dreams found at her bow~
SeaWolf
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One day herding my animals
The other, tending our crop
Strangers out of the distance
To them, we knew not
The colour of our skin
Is with these distant men
On arrival at my village
We are herded into a pen
Our women and children screaming
Warriors manacled and chained
Treated like this in our homeland
Degraded mistreated, unexplained
The next day we witness our nightmare
Our village ransacked and burned
Six hundred marched to the coastline
Our existence overturned
The coast we eventually reach
A ship, The Brooke's sits offshore
Ferried out on their longboats
For our future, remains unsure
Many weeks at sea
Grown men cower in corners
In the bowels of this infested ship
Families have become mourners
Tilbury Docks we berth
As i look around and see
From over 600 villagers
Around 300 left and me
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