Boatman Poems - Poems about Boatman

The Lord is my boatman He’ll take me home In the turbulent sea I am sailing safe with Him I have full faith in Him He protects the boat In surging storm I don’t lose hope He knows the course He is an expert navigator in rough weather conditions He always takes care Keeps the boat afloat He knows precisely well for me How long...

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Why did you slide a coin in his pocket? She asked with a little smile. To pay the Boatman, my Grandma said, you’ll understand in a while. He lay there in his Sunday best a smile on his face no tear, no worry anymore he’s in a better place. Slowly he approached the shore and waited in the line, old and young, rich and poor, some...

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An old thatched boat full of goods and secrets sails down memory lane. Rice boils on a stained stove again. The same kerosene lamp flickers in the salty breeze. His eyes row along the wet feminine nudity. Often he shatters a widow’s solitude on the Kanoli Bank. He used to steal the tender coconuts... The moist events, he recalls and repents. Trucks...

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Twilight descends slow On burnt sun sinking so sad Boatman hasn’t come. November 18, 2017....

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Harry Boatman 1879-1916 It is true my friends. A man thinks of many things While on his deathbed. A man remembers and reflects and responds. He responds, as with a child, to The insistent pleadings and proddings of the wall clock, Responds and obeys, as with a woman expecting, to The cosmic commands of the moody evening tides. The incredible colossal circling globe, of Spasm and...

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Beautiful Brenda was bewitched by a man she created in her novel, Blissfully absorbed in her imagination with this man she marveled. Boats and the sea were his lifelong passions. Besotted with the ocean, it sparked supreme satisfaction. Beguiled with this boater, Dan, the author had imagined, Brenda futilely fantasized about this blue-eyed man with abandon. By chance, she was invited...

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Brenda penned a story about Brennan the boatswain in Bermuda Who had bought a Bavaria 43 barque for a sailing adventure. The story began with the ballad of Brennan: 'Come sail with me, on see-saw sea Becapped, bedecked, emblazoned blithely, a blast! Your love becalmed in my arms embrace. All aboard, all in, with my deck I beckon.' As the rollicking tale...

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Charon the boatman. what a ghastly old soul Eternal death for the man with no toll No Garden of Eden on the other side Climb in the boat and ride out the tide He took you across the river Styx For some it gave eternal bliss Those who came without a fare Lost their souls and forever stared With two pence placed on...

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There is a misty hanging over the lake A line of pollen colorless in the smoke lapping the bank With things those outlined unreachable against the far far shore Needle outlines pines roof of...

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