Deckhands Poems - Poems about Deckhands

...Egon Hedin the cook When I joined the ship as a second cook I had trained as a baker, on a tank ship with forty crews, one, who could bake a passable loaf was needed The cook’s name was Egon Hedin,......

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...(Or, The Whaler) Everybody wants a piece of my action Everyone wants a piece of me Time is money — no satisfaction All I want is to get myself free I became famous — Vulgar and shamele......

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...Love was in the wrong places Out of luck, there'd none at all Veered cross his eyes on faces Ebbed men and numbers to call Twilight drops an altered star ......

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...Wind filled sails drives his command, A salty breeze chisels his face. The crew obeys his every demand, Master of the sea stands in his place. Sailing South to all virgin lands, Heading's true......

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...Wind sweeps down the side of the mountain Crosses tracks and flings itself across the river, First slapping against the sides of the tugboats Causing the deckhands to shiver and curse ......

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...I see it now flying low over silver-spumed waves. I am a watcher I can enlarge the picture zoom in look into bright midnight eyes as if it were I that propelled it. Sprea......

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...The wheel of the ship spinning 'round out of control, the captain below deck spitting vitriol, first mate and deckhands at loose ends, no orders or goal... all coming undone beached on a ......

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...Saint Jude himself couldn't stop the spinning chariot wheels of all my lost causes, but I have this self-help book that I keep at my elbow; one day I'll read it. Occasionally I take a trip i......

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...With a big gash on her side still no one thought she'd sink In wanting to enjoy the ride such things they didn't think The alarms had been sounded with lifeboats at the ready Yet thinking it was ......

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...The captain’s eyes glow ruby red Atop the steamer’s deck – A rusted tin can set adrift By rough Atlantic crests A crimson emblem sanctions This whaler’s floating tomb – A battered vessel bear......

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