Star of wonder, star of power
Bluest of steel blue
It shines at the midnight hour.
More wondrous than Regulus
Its eight points burst forth
Beautiful and careless.
Calling moths to flight
The bowsprit lantern burns
Inspiring them to a new height.
It wades through the black sea.
Turn your face this way –
Shine on me, shine on me.
Categories:
bowsprit, light, night, stars,
Form: Rhyme
Oh she of many lovely looks and names
reflects the golden glories of the day.
Her mythic face points to the western way
an intrepid mascot for freedom's winds
this flying lady lives well out in front.
Seeing her heading across these vast skies,
a vision of an ecstasy divine,
adornment to the delight of deities.
Oh she, the figurehead who we admire
a shining seer seeing journeys ahead
keeping all of us far from fear and dread.
She who holds my love wears a bonnet badge
on the bowsprit of my heart while we
float haplessly away in fantasy.
Free Verse Sonnet 14 Lines 98 Words 12/7/22
This is a colored pencil portrait of my wife Jean
as a young woman ( artwork by G. Gaul).
It tells of how she navigates life and her influence
on me. The ornament on her sun hat represents
hood ornaments on automobiles and figureheads
on vessel bowsprits used as symbolic help to see
the way clearly.
Categories:
bowsprit, fantasy, flying, heart, journey,
Form: Free verse
Sailing ships race through the water with beautiful grace and form.
Catching wind, sheets move the vessel fast over bad seas that churn.
She will pitch, rolling from side as to side, in a raging storm.
Facing hard time, bow dips deep in the brine for expectant turn,
needing to stay on this heading till captain's command some learn.
Bowsprit proud, showing Columbia crashing through waves that cap.
Pennant on high to wind, streaking for goal crew minds do yearn.
Clipper's fast voyage to distant far places that scale the map.
Categories:
bowsprit, ocean,
Form: Rhyme
A Beautiful Sailing Ship
Great white sheets spread before Auster's wind seem to fly.
She sails ocean rout's course coming from East Indies.
My eyes take in ship's sight: be her goods Celanese?
High top-gallants with main-royals full blown in sky.
Gale speeds merchantman's race toward home with pennant high.
White capped bowsprit now seen pitching through waves with ease.
Spray goes by the boards - rainbows in a right strong breeze.
SeaQueen makes for where huge London town markets lie.
She takes tea and cloth, jewels from Maylay Isles.
Cargo's weight is worth nine million in sterling paid.
Sleek windjammer still needs travel far thousand miles.
Fine East Indian prize conducting Bombay trade.
Bold coast pirates could be menace with corsair wiles.
Queen's speed keeps her well safe- no chance of carvel raid.
Copyright © ramfire ... [2002-07-11 09:42:33]
Categories:
bowsprit, beauty,
Form: Rhyme
Above the craggy cliffs along the shore
a small white cross stands wearily alone
a solemn mark, a requiem of yore
where perils struck a young lass far from home.
A bonnie beauty, angel rose of spring
a wild and ancient tune stirred deep desires
she had a gypsy heart for wandering
she left to satisfy adventure's fires.
From port to port she followed Northern star
her face was set, a bowsprit figurehead
determined as she travelled long and far
she settled on an island where fate led.
The day she fell the winds whipped wild and free
her daring spirit brought her to the sea.
Written on 9/1/2016
Categories:
bowsprit, adventure, desire,
Form: Sonnet
Catching a star, rushing forward the frigate,
Through the storm ahead, the bowsprit of his high,
But ahead all the same abyss without borders,
The desert of black waters in silence of latitudes.
Cracks and groans bom-topgallant topmast,
Chiseling strong ezelgof,
Mars and Ray converged with parrel in battle,
With a dream - to get rid of the shackles.
The wave growls, rolling terribly,
And with the power of the wind jib-boom mast on the beats,
And a low, menacing sound of the cello,
It is suddenly heard from the blackening heights,
That drill groans together with a heavy wind,
The key of the forgotten Symphony are trying to find,
And torn violin strings - moaning times through the centuries,
And killed the brave men among depths.
The thunder storm is rushing with noise, howling,
Shaking stars in heavens,
And the thunder echoes it a disparate,
And the frigate is hurtling on the sails.
Categories:
bowsprit, adventure, death, destiny, stars,
Form: Heroic Couplet
Oh those buzzards flew from Barnegat,
In search of easy prey.
As sailors donned dark woolen hats,
On frozen winter's day.
Saints cared not for whom they prayed,
For none a'shore had stayed.
Maidens wailed through that gale,
No lovers left to save.
Stout their ship as so could be,
In search of depth of sea.
Bowsprit down into wave,
No time then left to save.
O'them who sailed from Barnegat,
In search of easy prey.
None then knew from whence she flew,
That storm of winter's day.
While wind so chose to hide from all,
In her misty cold dark cave.
That silent deep a secret keep,
'Til maidens cease to weep.
SeaWolf
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Categories:
bowsprit, seadark, dark,
Form: Ballad