Best Skippers Poems

In one square mile, northeast of Noojee,
there are seven birds that I often get to see
as I walk on the tracks in pristine forestry,
in one square mile, northeast of Noojee.

A Whipbird crack through ti-tree scrub,
a Lyrebird echo from Cascade Creek,
Red Browed Finch on the sword...

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We talked about poetry
Over cups of coffee and cigarette
In a café full of prowlers of pleasure
And skippers of wisdom
On a wintry day 
That was numbing my patience

The bitter taste of coffee 
Energized my words, 
Fluttering like cherry blossoms of spring, 
Right from my heart, timid,...

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Ancient Aliens

They have always been here
ancient? – alien?
living amongst the unknowing
hiding in plain sight.
How have they altered
our past? – our future?
advanced or hindered
our progress – our failure.
How have they touched us
with an unseen nudge,
aligned the stars
that we might follow
crumbs of reason,
sat with us in silence
awed...

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Friend Ship

When my inner compass falters
	     with joy suspended from a sinking buoy 
as waves rush by in sunken dreams
	     you shine the torch’s flare of sun and moon

When the tell tale light house fades
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The Flag of the British Merchant Navy 

The Battle of the Atlantic

We’ve heard of the famous Mighty Hood that was sunk by a Bismarck shell
We know how many men were lost and the Skippers name as well
We’ve seen the Battleship Barham rolling on her side...

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In summer my garden comes alive
as graceful butterflies make it home.
Peacocks with vivid colours flit
from blossom to blossom

Busily working gathering nectar
pollinating as they go on to next
flower. All so pretty I love them all
visiting my climbing rambling roses.

Red Admirals, Swallow tails and monarchs
adding swathes of...

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Lies in the large area of Atlandic deep
Betwixt Florida, Puerto Rico, and Bermuda
A creepy, frightening, and mysterious reef
Formed the devil's triangle above atoll Barbuda

The heavily travelled shipping lanes of the globe
Where vessels vanished in mystic circumtances
Region where aircrafts routinely fly over and rove
But skippers and...

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At dawn the bay bed glows peachy yellow.
The waters above blue-green and gleaming. 
Further out a grey shroud of ripples entraps the yachts
with lace nets en-snaring a flock of hulls.
Yet farther out still, the sea surface glistens and sparkles.
Then, the bay yawns and stretches, waking...

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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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A Glimpse of T.I.P Journey


Education never stops and so learning does
The moment we embrace challenges 
is the moment we climb and hold this torch
The torch of light and hope as we, painstakingly 
reach for the pinnacle of success
On this day of Valentine’s 
May we, instead...

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The Rum Runners

Dry was the USA a hundred years ago.
Prohibition just begun, and spirits running low.
Then, to the rescue, fishermen, fresh from the Georges Bank,
Weighed down their boats with “demon rum” instead of fishing tanks.

For Woodrow Wilson listened to religious devotees,
Who thought that Prohibition would...

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May the butterflies of this world return to us once more 
when the spring provides her heat we will no longer hide
Eastern winds of far away lands flying in unknown shores 
their cellophane wings of light need to return and chide 
 
Once they adorned...

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enter… find nature
Boultham Park hides its wonders
flora and fauna

hedgerows… privet…
hawthorn… laurel.. woodland walks
lake bank side vistas

siskins… goldcrests… gems
sparrowhawks… if your lucky
sneaky brown rats too

floating treasures… ducks
mallard… tufted… goosanders
widgeon… on good days

nuthatches… winter…
feeding stations… eye candy
great… blue… coal… titmice

a mammal mouse too
the cheeky little wood mouse
house...

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1
by the river Seine
a girl of sixteen summers
opened her blue eyes

2
the tulip opened
to speak out love but the bee
carried the last dew

3
a wrinkle in time
puckered the curtain of her
certain diffidence

4
the distant thunder
to wake  the quick and the dead
smashed in the window
5
the sun cascaded 
over...

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        Chiseled bone fibre silences white noise water
        Shiv splits through throat, jugular scissored
        Flung spray fusillade's lain flat slaughter 


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