One night out upon the raging sea,
In a storm so dark the stars did flee,
When in a moment a massive wave,
Sent a ship to a cold, watery grave.
From another deck, a wreath was thrown,
For the brave crew that joined Davey Jones,
Red roses that marked an unknown spot,
A simple act done with profound thought.
Those of the sea spurn long morbid woe,
But give honor to those lost below,
In a sea that offers much can take,
Friend and foe that demands great respect.
Upon the shore, gentle waves roll in,
Bringing a message from those brave men,
True mates resting in that murky den,
“Given the chance, we’d all sail again.”
Not to sail again is thought amiss,
Fear of the oceanic abyss,
And its haunting terror cannot keep,
Men from sailing o’er the briny deep.
Oh! the sea, the salty briny sea
takes my worries far away from me
Your rolling waves, your frothy white hat
along your sandy shore edge I've often sat
Walk the shore in my naked feet
seek your kiss when as lovers meet
Mermaids carry aloft silly sailors tales
above the pelican flies with wing spread sails
Moon she floats above us all
while stars in twinkling glitter fall
And the sun a part of an ancient pair
as the maiden let's down her golden hair
8-12-2021
A Brian Strand RHYME ME Poetry Contest
1st place
Tide ebbed from the sea,
sublime poetic fervor
charge and impetus
enhanced responsiveness leads
unbounded benevolence.
Briny deep, long crested waves
forever beating the shore.
3/27/2019
Poetry Contest: CHALLENGE
Sponsored by: Martin Brown aka ManPoet
web-tide of briny in cerebellum
don't know how much depth it has
non liquid sensation rolls there in
travels different places from with in
communicate through acute channels
a dark zone covered by skull sky
pictures many things deserve or not
as per strength deluges thoughts
in its soft screen
I'm a briny whore
wit' reekin' drawers
me honor ter make yer acquenchance
th' skipper's maid
me port's decayed
one doubloon, yer seafarin' urchin?
Yer scurvy rat
a-crawl wit' gnat
orf seadog scourged wit' rabid
yer cannon's immense
'tis cocked 'n tense
yer cutlass be yearnin' me scabbard
Yer stench o' sewer
me bits'll chew yer
bumps 'n boils 'n rottin' flesh
yer britches singe
yer helm unhinge
ter boot yer hornpipe thump 'n thresh
2013-11-20
The briny water
Slowly drifiting down her face
Was a cleansing tear
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