Nostalgia Boat Poems

On the cliff at the Worm’s Head 
High above the horns of the bay
I see the surfers ride great waves
With horses’ manes
That ever fail, but...

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Do you remember that long-ago summer
Camping out down by the lake?
You, me, your sister, and my mother
And all of the memories we’d make?

Fishing, we found,...

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Do you remember that long-ago summer
Camping out down by the lake?
You, me, your sister, and my mother
And all of the memories we’d make?

How we strolled...

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Una donna rattristita e velata dal pianto,
guarda verso un mare
piu' squallido di questo invernile mattino: 
rimpiangendo i pensieri dolci
cullati dalla nostalgia di ieri
che non sara'...

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tarn featured delicate swan so exquisite and rare,
I stood in silt and gave a soul-seeker-stare.
smack of cold lake water lapped past my socked toes 
grit...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Engineered to sail far
across Duck Pond's great beyond,
Daddy built my marine dream.
Through Seven Splashes she swayed,
calmed by swan songs and toad croaks,
lily pads and lotus...

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The horizon is sleek :
       No sails coming
       No boat slips
>  ...

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From every birth to every death
Underneath the sky
Every day in moments of music and tears
Every week month and year
Opaque and clear
The constant continuum
Containing millions of...

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When I was young and had zero dollars to spend
Grandpa's skiff with succulent mangoes I loved to tend
With view of City canal, flowing not far...

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"Here they come!"
We ran hard, fast
in the boots of our
brothers, too loose, 
laces frayed and complicated, 
up the slope of a hill
that marked the bitter,...

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For the Lady of Shallot Contest


Just sit back and hear a tale
About some folks that chose to sail
In a boat, that was so frail 
Caught...

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(Dedicated to Folake)

Your eyes, woman
are like twilight rainbow
amorously bearing aloft passions of mine
toward androcytic ecstacy.
They tell of endless lights.

Night skies clarion the warmth of you
keep...

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Warm is the breeze and cold is the weather
Life is short and time is good only for sailing.

O brother, why have you kept the boat...

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