Best Seaman Poems
Out at sea, facing a dark heartfelt storm.
Heading for a lighthouse, taking him home.
Looking at a lit place, over the Hill.
Music and laughter, the night was not still.
In a mood for company, He went in.
Walked to the bar an ordered a Tonic and Gin.
Slow music playing as He sat alone.
Finished his drink and was headed for home.
A lovely lady walked over to him.
Introduced herself, and smiled with a grin.
A once in a lifetime moment in time.
His love had arrived, could this be a sign?
Feelings he felt his heart couldn't keep pace.
He looked in her eyes, and heavenly face.
"Oh what desires you created in me."
"I was a lonely seaman out at sea."
You were the lighthouse that I searched for.
Holding you close and forever adore.
Michael Tor
6/12/2023
Categories:
seaman, lonely, love,
Form:
Rhyme
by saint schack or saint creep
Golly Gee, shoot I'm mad
Golly Gee shoot I'm mad.
I feel sad
I fell sad
I try I try
I cry I cry
Why?Why?Why?
C'mon guys
C'mon guys
Dang Dang de doodly. How screwy.
Dang Dang de doodly. How screwy.
Damn. Damn. Damn.
Damn that Dan.
Damn that Dan.
I wish I may. I wish might.
I wish I may. I wish might.
Oh well, Oh well.
Gee guys this isn't too swell.
Ah hell! Ah hell!
I guess it's just as well.
Categories:
seaman, abuse,
Form:
Free verse
Today we celebrate
Sammy the Seaman
who caught enough
to overfill his big net.
It's truly amazing that
he fed every family
from one single catch
which we'll never forget.
Categories:
seaman, imagination,
Form:
McWhirtle
There once was a seaman named Seymour
Who dived thirty feet down the ocean floor
When he spotted a great white shark
He swam up to the top like a rocket spark
And left the sea for the mountains of Lenoir
ring size 8.5
azure color
Categories:
seaman, funny,
Form:
Limerick
He was turbulent, fearful, and a dipsomaniac. He was dead to the target, undeniable emulation of his father. So I've been told.
Equated with many of his uneducated and socially stigmatized peers, starting at an early age he worked menial jobs until he married and asserted himself to a position on a cargo ship as a Merchant Seaman. So I've been told.
He traveled the world and had many long tales to share. Tales when spread made him a hero of many causes, and these inflated tales rein the peninsula and many compared him with John Henry and Jack Johnson. So I've been told.
He was a tall sepia man with a handsome face that was divinely chiseled to the image of Hermes. So I've been told.
He was a courageous bull that suffered his demise at the hands of his enemy. So I've been told.
He was a vigorous bear with broad shoulders that expanded forever like the Baeke plateau and was a comforting pillow for my weary head.
His legs when stretched out from a sitting position was a nuisance, a tripping device for a young child whose vision was aimed high when walking by.
He smelled of stale tobacco and Old Spice.
His tatami cheeks pricked fingers to the touch with delightful pain.
His long fingers with soil underneath its horny protective covering could move swiftly over finger plates of a saxophone or skillfully up and down the fretted neck of a guitar if he, so willed. Yet he titillated my ribs, under my arms and the soles of my feet.
His voice vociferated like thunder at his adversaries and changed to an astonishing softer degree when he called my name. This I know and so you are now being told.
copyright Labyrinth of Life
Categories:
seaman, father,
Form:
Narrative
A Bo'sun in the pub was wheezing
From Wanda Mann's underhand teasing
An organist by trade
And accomplished milkmaid
Her fingers were quite busy squeezing
The Bo'sun recalled a sperm whale
That spouted away in a gale
Wanda knew how whales blow
And performed it just so
The Bo'sun would buy her more ale
The Bo'sun was never a sinner
And saw her a champion winner
He took her for wife
She took up her knife
And swallowed his sausage for dinner
The Bo'sun now lies underground
His widow is fooling around
Like an octopus
She will grab men thus
Explaining she's on the rebound
A widow must have food to eat
A sausage is filled up with meat
Just one dram of rum
And seamen will come
To give Wanda a cream-filled treat
But the Bo'sun's fate still lingers
Like Wanda's octopus fingers
'Tis said on her plate
She'd resuscitate
A galley of real humdingers
Now the Bo'sun's fate took a toll
On many a poor seaman's soul
When out on a date
Remember their fate
Keep your sausage out of the roll!
Categories:
seaman, betrayal, desire, food, marriage,
Form:
Limerick
Somewhere far beneath the mystic tide
golden fish swim and shy mermaids hide.
Magical creatures seen by keen eyes
dance with waves tinted by blue of skies.
what if, by night, a different tune,
upon sea rocks, attended by Lune
an old seaman, long beard and long hair
plays color-filled notes on silver lyre.
It happens each night if waves aren't high
the songs begin on evening's sigh
softly, then swelling, tinted notes sound,
filling night air with beautiful sound.
Notes of gold, silver, aqua and green
misty droplets of colors unseen
heard by ebon skies, notes in night air
colors joining sapphire stratosphere.
Heard by waves, seen by a seldom few
playing tinted notes each night anew.
spirit relic from long-ago sea?
dweller in ocean's deep mystery.
February 9, 2023
for Wave of Fantasy poetry contest
by Mystic Rose Rose
3rd Place!
Categories:
seaman, beauty, mystery, night, sea,
Form:
Rhyme
Bivalves echo the sound of
His longing for a solitary existence.
Peripheral of a dark storm
Of a crowd.
He looks down.
The seaman. The man of the sea.
This is no man's land.
An outsider, he is.
Living on the margins
Of the big vast void.
Oh the sea. The sea. He yearns for.
The vast cerulean sea.
How did he get here?
He has no memory. He catches a glimpse
Of his loneliness in the reflected glass.
Dark shadows loiter in the corners.
He is thin yet his longing is magnanimous.
The sea. The sea he will return to again.
One day. The sea urchins await.
His boat at the bottom of the sea.
Gathering moth, moth. Moth.
Categories:
seaman, adventure, allegory, appreciation, beautiful,
Form:
Rhyme
My grandfather Hymie
spent his entire life at sea
his thick calloused hands
and ruddy complexion re
enforced non verbal body language
voluminous tomes as testimony
to countless years
(spilling into decades)
exposed to salty spittled
spumed raw elements que
sin art finest artisanal blended, crafted,
dredged by mother nature pre
pared within each trough and crest only
for thy fiercely weatherbeaten nee,
tough as rawhide, leathery,
chafed skin to me
not surprising, since
this mariner born, bred and near lee
schooled within
briny deep ever since knee
high (or so he claimed truth
to swirling rumor), jovialy
pleased that his purportedly
learnin' myth writ tik ne'r included
NEVER settn' foot in formal classroom,
his knowledge icy
anecdotes aced, surpassed,
and trounced that of what he
referred to as grenadier landlubbers
green behind the ears – glee
fully jabbing with his
unsheathed scabbard play flea
actually downplaying any exploits,
that didst educate him, prith ee
teaching him survival skills asper
getn' taut via eddy fied tests frequently de
siding a life or death outcome,
yet our Dickensian mutual friend
shared exploits while
he dressed not in tatters,
but self made clothes from cree
chores comfortable furs, and though
a striking appearance cut, ne'r
did this ole codger (fit as a fiddle
with tall slender build),
said middle aged man appeared quite be
coming. An aura, charisma, dogma
amazingly graced stalwart, gestalt,
deportment aie
found added an air of charming debonair,
esteeming flair, genteel heir
which tasked guessing years old,
aye presumed him to exit the uterine lair
at least a few score tours round oblate sphere
as aspect of youthfulness played across his eyes
one colored green like a spring day in the country,
the other jetblue sans burnin'
four pearl jam oyster cult year.
ah...them tha many decades past
since the merchant
from Neptune to mast
to nether world, though his parting seems
like it hapt last
year, noot nay twas scores o' full moons ago,
that grim reaper came swift and fast.
Categories:
seaman, adventure, art, character, deep,
Form:
Ode
How can one be a,
Master seaman if the sea,
Is forever calm.
Categories:
seaman, analogy, boat, destiny, ocean,
Form:
Senryu
(scoured from dregs of me muss held head)
I shore up a vignette to free
my ("FAKE") grandfather Hymie,
whose scrunched countenanced
evinced beetle that of browed monkey
he spent his entire life at sea
his thick calloused hands
and ruddy complexion re
enforced non verbal body language
voluminous tomes smoothed
nick holed money
to countless years (spilling into decades)
exposed to salty spittle nee
where watery terrain spumed
raw elements piscine
art finest artisanal blended, crafted, nein
mean feet resources dredged reluctantly
relinguished by mother nature mean
craftily pared within each trough and crest
found thee old man with privateer mein
whose skin fiercely weatherbeaten
leathery and lean,
epidermis tanned tough
as rawhide, reptilian, prithee
chafed skin to me
not surprising, since
this mariner born, bred and near lee
schooled within briny deep ever since knee
high (or so he claimed truth
to swirling rumor), jovialy
pleased that his purportedly
learnin' myth writ tik ne'r included
NEVER settn' foot in formal classroom,
his knowledge icy
anecdotes aced, surpassed,
and trounced that of what he
referred to as grenadier landlubbers
green behind the ears – glee
fully jabbing with his
unsheathed scabbard play flea
actually downplaying any exploits,
that didst educate him, 'ee
got taut learn'n survival skills asper
pre ponder hunt via eddy fied tests frequently dee
siding a life or death outcome,
yet our Dickensian
mutually bonding friendship
via shared exploits while
he dressed not in tatters,
but self made clothes from cree
chores comfortable furs, and though
a striking appearance cut, ne'r
did this ole codger (fit as a fiddle
with tall slender build),
said middle aged man
appeared quite becoming.
An aura, charisma, dogma
amazingly graced stalwart, gestalt,
deportment aie
found added an air of charming debonair,
esteeming flair, genteel heir
which tasked guessing years old,
aye presumed him to exit the uterine lair
at least a few score tours round oblate sphere
as aspect of youthfulness played across his eyes
one colored green like a spring day in the country,
the other jetblue sans burnin'
four pearl jam oyster cult year.
Categories:
seaman, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Narrative
Walking along the seashore
Sand sifting through my toes,
Pondering ancient mariner lore
Walking along the seashore,
Scenes my mind can scarce restore
Of sailors and their pirate foes,
Walking along the seashore
Sand sifting through my toes.
Written March 10, 2022
Categories:
seaman, beach, dream, history,
Form:
Triolet
Seamen of HMS Dribble
Take Sundays off just to quibble
They all enjoy
The Cabin boy
But which of them gets "First Nibble"?
Categories:
seaman, humor,
Form:
Limerick
A man attracted to the sound of waves
Ended up to live in the lighthouse
Since then
His job is to hang the things
Floating in the ocean
At this port
Ships come in from all over the world
Some travel on the sea of tears
Of hearts that have never reached to their beloved ones
And fell into the salty waters
Hearts, shaped like soft worn-out bullets
Are picked up by the light house keeper
Every time he hears the sound of them falling
And floating in the ocean
He goes out there
To pick them up
Wit his big and thick hands
Then he waits
Until the hearts are dried
Until the tears of the lingering attachment
Are evaporated
And they make a lively dry rustling sound
What the light house keeper is concerned with is
That he must find someone
Who will succeed the job
Which he has been going
For more than seventy years
I'm thinking to recommend
That he ask the captains
Married to ships all over the world
Categories:
seaman, boat, loneliness, memory, metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
Sailor men, bell-bottom dressed,
They know what ladies like the best:
Strong men, with hair upon their chest
And with duration well possessed.
So come ye maidens howe’er you look,
If you can bake or you can cook
Come out ye from your sheltered nook
And do not pleasure overlook.
Categories:
seaman, fun, happiness, joy, lust,
Form:
Rhyme