Philosophy Boat Poems

I don’t deal in rushed quotes,
I’d sooner I kissed goats;
Pirates watch spare seen boats;
Claim Rock in water floats…

I’m tied to paradox:
My Pride-of-Barbados,
Sometimes my Forcados,
While my...

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Let's push the borders of reality
Of knowing what's wrong or right
Without an agenda that makes
The sheep follow closely behind
What is it like to fly with...

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"is it just me, or is that an
actual reality, that people are nowadays blind and deaf in one."

-Ds-...

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water rocks me on
the boat of tranquility
in arms of the stars...

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Rocking boat with the motion of the ocean,
My ocean, Unsettling Ocean, but the boat
Does not rock by way of the waves, it rocks
Because the occupants...

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Reach Out
In sailing the fastest tack is a broad reach,
Sails both billowing and bird's wings,
Wind pushing, lifting, hull raising to plane screech,
Physical Therapy gleams &...

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I ride the waves of innocence
on the ocean of The Now.
From the depths of dank
a demon stalks my bow.


Posted 11/10/2018
Entered 11/17/2018 in "Life's Tempests" Standard...

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One rides the waves of innocence
on the ocean of The Now.
From surging swells a siren sings
and steps upon my bow.

Through a break in brightening skies
I...

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THE   CURSE   OF   FOG


The curse of fog
Descended while our boat was  wearing,
Before we had time
To  fix ...

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To succumb to one's own pride, 
Or to the ferrying tides?
To hold on, you must decide, 
That this journey's worth the ride. 

Often times I...

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That day in the crowded pub
as the bard began to sing
what a friend wrote and he composed
stopping the dancers in their tracks
as the words danced...

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On the galley I stood. I could see, a shadowy figure,
wearing a black dress and a hood.
 
 It’s stories I have heard. Legends of...

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Chapter 13: Leaving the River

Our leaving the river I think surprised us both,
But the seeds were sown early in our preparations,
And shared philosophy of following...

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A thing so paradoxical, sin
So all encompassing it’s grasp
A curse of eternal thirst
though we are drowning.
Our hands desperately scratching for a life raft
Secretly made of...

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that soft sail
and the wind looks as if
it’s trying hard to breathe 
i have elements in me
a compass borrowed, for some sorrow i assuaged
my eyes...

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