Best Steersman Poems

Listen and you can hear the wind whisper 
the name of a lost ship and its skipper.
The wind’s name is Favonius, winged god
His sotto voce is but a whimper.

Gentle breeze doth tell of China Clipper 
Bound back toward London by English shipper
Lost from sight ten...

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Start your anchor boat steersman
Sun declines in the west
The new wife awaiting
on the near bank
Hope to return to own land
That free air
unbound movements
The rice cake and
Cares of blood.
Go, boatman!
She is lonely
Maybe she is crying
To back home;
To forget old memories
Maybe the husband left her
She is surmounting...

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(A throw-back piece, a breakup poem from high school)

What a lonely, peculiar, eccentric figure I must be. A girl, in a garden, crying at an iPad, in the dark.

Earlier, at school...

It was a clear spelling out, like steel cuts thru fruit.

As he spoke, he looked...

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The Indian Ocean is mean and deep
And careless sailing often death doth reap
It’s wild and vast a lonesome place to be
Needing to ply these waters has no glee
Angry relentless waves tall meters high
And troughs below seem to hide sails from sky
There’s no release from swirling...

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On display, million dollar vessel in canal's sunk tide
Tucked away, among mangrove mud clotted denial
Puce pearl oily oyster tender is tenebrous, enduring
Glorified twilit stygian tomb stratum, fruit forbidden

 
Subtly shell punctured soluble beach, myriad shards
Enigmatic still with wetness' enhance, violet invites
Transferral from rigorous guard to...

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BOAT   TRIP



It was a  short enough trip  - an hour’s
Travel with few diversions near
Which filled us with joy, or brought a tear:
Just different spots between showers.


Fellow passengers showed  kindness:
A stranger became a friend,
Kids fell asleep in the end,
Steersman kept a...

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What a lonely, peculiar, eccentric figure i must be. A girl, in a garden, crying at an iPad, in the dark. 

Earlier, at school... 

It was a clear spelling out, like steel cuts thru fruit. 

As he spoke he looked down and away, his gorgeous...

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Joy in work means joy in life,
And where none shirk there is no strife.

Bear down there, young man;
The wheel's in your hand.
Steady, set to it;
You know you can!

The glorious softness of multi-colored earth
And the glad straight rows of man, proving worth.

Side by side, in perfect...

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The steersman dry-heaves
into rolling scuppers,
the skipper dozes fitfully in his sodden berth                               
spew dribbling from...

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