Best Shipshape Poems

The River Mersey and The Black Pearl New Brighton 

Let the Caribee and sultry sea call to the pirates bold. 
But on this shore, with its tales of lore, The Mersey keeps its hold
For merchants, priests and pirates too left these docks to find
A new...

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Is Friendship Just a Delusional Fiction?

Is friendship a lifeboat that floats on convenience?
Can we all divorce who we like with a gesture
that’s less than a wave on a looking glass seascape,
ignore too, the wreckage of dreams that waves scuttle,
consigned to obscurity absent a tombstone,
now fodder...

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All I have to offer  is this cigar
and  clay cup of  whiskey that’s not so bad.
Hides are loaded, sir,  thought you would be glad 
We’re ready to sail at first evening  star.
Rounding the Cape at this late time of year
is...

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HIPPOCAMPUS SADDLED IN DAYDREAMS

Hippocampus saddled in the vast sea, one of God’s superimposed dreams.
In miniature form these seahorses be, an aquatic burst of genius it seems.

Hippocampus in old Flossie form, spotted from the Scottish shores.
A frightful nightmare, not the norm, thus shiver in my corporeal...

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and you tap tap on my leaves
high tide descends shipshape as
wholesome as can be brought forth
from the gale force fete relief

oh the hamstring you do hug
taut grasp relieves danger from
belt strap as it leaves beach plank
so the treetop perch easing

soothing dry tides of the wind
cool-charm...

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Living the dream, in your teens, not hardly.
If you forever found yourself back in time
but with memories of all that is lost, and
find you cannot even locate your Valentine,
even with your good looks, shipshape body,
your countenance would become crestfallen.

Missing the moments, did you live them...

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It’s thirteen thousand miles from Boston to
San Diego around  far Cape Horn’s way.
Ship needs to sail to that distant quay.
The Cape is a hard challenge for the crew
It’s where the Atlantic and Pacific
Oceans meet and the waves are horrific.
The number of ships lost are...

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~The Unpredictable~
The view enlivened her imagination by remembering how 
she escaped her long past history of abuse by being judged 
over the years she had nightmares as it was not her fault their
eyes were all over her. 
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~The Unpredictable~


Being judged changed her attitude 
voluntarily her Communicating 
will grow beyond, she will not feel trapped 
 or suffer her velocity will willfully create wrath 
among those who had judged her. 
            ...

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If I did all that my momma taught me

I would live in a clean home
And always wear perfume

I would say thank yous
And how do you do?s

I would find brand name bargains
And have no hand me downs

I would always wash dishes
Keep everything in shipshape

I would manicure...

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Barren land of illiteracy ,
Soil never having been loosened,
Not fertilized by education !

Prejudice from heart difficult to eradicate,
Aspirations vacilitate, soon disheartened,
Barren land of illiteracy !

Comforts and bad money marionette ,
End of the day, lie disillusioned,
Not fertilised by education !

Howsoever doodads may shipshape,
Barefaced soul eventually feels...

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Barco do Boa Vista 2 

Windswept, worn and weary sails
You might think that this boat ails
But with sound and sturdy, solid mast
She sails the ocean's waves at last

There was one here not long before her
But she sailed away to who knows where
Perhaps the Pirates thought...

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It is so hard to let go of love,
lovingly.

It sharks, 
unpeels more gut more quickly
than reel or reeler ever lost
in all those years of lazy inches
in and out:
casting,
winding in and playing out,
hardly fishing, rarely catching
anything
from the deepness out of sight,
hardly ever losing . . .
anything.

Blisters...

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UndefeaTed.  A Boxing Lesson.

A friend, off the Vineyard,
wrighted a ship.
And, perhaps himself,
and certainly the worlds ‘round him.
His words were fashioned, shipshape and watertight
as were the splines and bungholes and rudder pins and
All the Things I didn’t know what they were.
All the Things I didn’t...

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the following quite quirky epistle may not exhibit the ordinary characteristics of poetry, but i decided to share this self made challenge (where every word begins with the letter "S" - no explanation can be offered why such self cerebral torture imposed, nor what motivated...

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