Best Seajourney Poems
Gather friends if you care to hear, I’ll favor you with a tale
About the fate of a gallant ship that long ago did sail
Built of the finest teak wood in the year sixteen-thirty-nine
A three mast frigate tall and sleek the pride of the Holland line
One-hundred-twenty-three feet she was from her stern to her stem
She had a noble captain with a crew hand picked by him
Her beam was forty feet across and three hundred tons she’d weigh
As she left from home in Holland on that fateful summer day
She’d made this journey many times; this was just another run
As she sailed towards her eastern port in sixteen-forty-one
The ship arrived quite safe at port and received her cargo load
And then began her journey back along her seaward road
Off the shores of the African coast a storm began to brew
The ocean was quite treacherous unknownst to the gallant crew
In the stormy seas the ship made way towards the Cape of Hope
The violent winds blew mercilessly as each crewman grabbed a rope
As the ship began to flounder in the waters off the coast
Her angry captain shook his fist and began to loudly boast
The words the captain uttered became a curse old seamen say
He shouted “I’ll sail past this cape if it takes until doomsday”
From that time on the tale’s been told of the story of this ship
And what the fates have cursed her with upon that final trip
It’s said that on a stormy night off the waters of the shores
That you can see the phantom ship as the angry ocean roars
Some ships have sailed through eerie mists and there within the gloom
They have seen the shadowed specter of this cursed ship of doom
For those poor souls who’ve seen the ship must share its fate they say
And join its lonely crew on board as the ship goes on its way
There are not too many mariners who haven’t heard the tale
Of the phantom ship whose crew was lost out in a stormy gale
Few are those that can tell the tale as knowingly as I can
I'm one of the cursed crew of the fabled Flying Dutchman
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 so cold;
a mind and body born to win
whose beauty has grown old.
But once abundant youth did thrive
on passion's purest dreams
where eros was the truth alive
and Siren's sung her themes.
A gift the gods cannot evade
and I shall not rescind
when once upon a journey made
did I first ride the wind.
The journey of me
Your about to read
Migration of we
To rich grounds to feed
Vast waters
Gifted of blue
Humpback and right
My cousins true
In hunger dive
After giant squid
To the darken deep
On our sonar grid
Feasted, fed
Shadows appear
Orca pod
Our calves i fear
We adults encircle
To protect the young
Flick of our tail flukes
Orca's, in wave like flung
Danger over
Migration on track
To my left
An awesome humpback
We swim together
Grand beasts of the sea
Species of ilk
In total agree
Our sonar detects
That the water were in
For the many months
Of journey swim
For one third of a year
In our holiday home
Me and my cousins
Our freedom to roam
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