Best Whaler Poems

Song of the mystic whaler 

Come on board to play and work 
come on board to learn to sing and praise the mystic whaler 
sailing...

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Harpoon raised,
 the chaser boat in full flight.
Coiled rope, explosive head,
 cold steel reflects
           ...

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GTF

Wizened skin like burnished leather
Thin, grey and long, disheveled hair
Clear, sharp blue eyes that seem to stare
Through sun scorched face, alert, aware

A ‘lived-In’ face that’s...

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There was a mermaid named Abigail 
Who swam so fast she would leave a trail 
Abigail could spin a tale 
When a whaler would hail...

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The dark sea heaves, the bright sea sighs,
Swells cup boats in a ballad’s swing,
Or drown birds when they skyward rise.
Always their roars and murmurs ring,
And...

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Joyful child runs to the sea
 following footsteps
 in red,
 spattered 
 sand

 She stops mid stride,
 a gasp 
 deflates her
 as blue 
...

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Alma was a Barracuda, married two times four,
she knew the game, she played so well and never failed to score.

So, when the chance came about...

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A Whaling Tale

by Gabriel Magno

The whaling ships approach as I stare into the bay,
today I said by short farewells, to friends who pled I stay....

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I'm a Piketown son who left his mum
To sail the eastern shores
Spent a year in Gloucester
'mong the barkeeps and the whores

Then a man came 'round...

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For years, Tim had the visions
Seeing things that no one could
If he spoke of them, he's crazy
He kept quiet, like he should
Just normal, little, visions
Of...

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So you’re fifteen and have a part time job walking distance from home
How safe is that?
So you’re living fifteen bars down from Queen’s Surf Waikiki
How...

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Don Arracho was fifty-four years old.
Rancho de Plata, gained from mission sale,
was Arracho's for price of a little gold.
Officials closed the mission's door, sad tale
when...

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Three blank canvasses lean  against a hallway corner wall
Upstairs are boxes of paints, brushes and knives
Finished signed framed paintings hang throughout the house
Woodcarved dragons...

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Three blank canvasses lean plastic wrapped against a hallway corner wall
Upstairs are boxes filled with paints and brushes and several sets of knives
Finished signed framed...

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(Or, The Whaler) 

Everybody wants a piece of my action
Everyone wants a piece of me 
Time is money — no satisfaction 
All I want is...

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