Sat on the ferryboat, up on the top,
Soaking the sun and the breeze.
Seeing the city a different way,
Like a tourist, there’s so much to please.
Cool buildings to spot and New Yorkers about,
On foot or on bikes or on skates,
With gardens and trees, dogs on leashes, as well
As the seagulls aloft with their mates.
The palpable buzz of a sweet sunny day
As the ferry skips over the waves
Casts a magical spell on the riders, which I
Would imagine most everyone craves.
Categories:
ferryboat, appreciation, boat, new york,
Form: Rhyme
The call of the wolf haunts the night
when the full moon rises
between the realms of nightmares and dreams
where souls are gathered
in dark fields of stone and fireflies
where fairies dart around
and shadowed goblins hide
this place of the dead
where ghosts abound
and whispers of the forgotten
are heard on the full moon
for they couldn't pay Charon
and now wander
on the banks of the river Styx
waiting in hell
until they pay the ferryman
with time or coin
only then may they take Charon's ferryboat
and cross the river
into the never realm of eternity
Categories:
ferryboat, fantasy,
Form: Free verse
Sit by the ocean,
And listen to the waves, crashing aggressively,
Against the jagged and grey, rocks.
Watch the fierce waves,
Rumble in the water after a ferryboat passes by.
See the birch trees swaying back and forth in the wind.
And watch the seagulls dive for ocean treasures.
Sit by the ocean,
And listen to the waves, crashing aggressively,
Against the jagged and grey, rocks.
Feel the warmth of the sand oozing between your toes.
Smell the fresh salt in the air that is all around you.
Let nature engulf your entire body into the spirit of the great outdoors.
Sit by the vast and lonely ocean,
Listen with all your might to the waves,
Crashing aggressively, against, the jagged and grey rocks.
Watch the mango orange sunset appear like magic in the evening sky
And enjoy living in the moment.
Categories:
ferryboat, beach, beauty, earth, environment,
Form: Free verse
Ever heard of the beautiful Ohio?
The writer in me wants you to know -
River life has its anecdotes
My granny, a German immigrant,
mastered that river in dinghy boats
to attend a Lutheran church.
I've crossed its waves on a raft that floats.
The writer in me wants you to know -
My father conquered the Ohio
on a ferryboat two times a day.
Except... when April rains closed the floodwall.
Then his carpool drove seventy miles one way
to cross on the next nearest bridge
in not-so-nearby Owensville Bay.
The Ohio River changes its flow.
The writer in me wants you to know.
My grandpa walked it in the depth of winter's freeze;
my grandkids explore its fossils in summer's drought.
Swimming it upstream is not an easy breeze
but its muddy shores hold childhood treasure.
It's where we teens met with our main squeeze.
August 14, 2021
Sponsor Constance La France
Contest Name Your Favorite Rhyme Poem in August 2021
Categories:
ferryboat, 11th grade, adventure, beautiful,
Form: Rhyme
“Lunchbox” just went sailing by
With “Cyclone Shark” behind.
There’s also “Seas the Day” and more
With river puns in mind.
The ferryboats that pass each day
All proudly sport a name,
Some student contest winners,
Guaranteeing some acclaim.
Though most are not creative,
Like “Connector,” I confess
I much prefer that to the flat-out lie –
“Friendship Express.”
Categories:
ferryboat, boat,
Form: Rhyme
Sitting on the dock
I, lost in thoughts
Stare into the deep sunset
Awaiting my ferryboat
Moments flip through my mind:
Family, friend, foe
Makers of priceless memories,
The pages of a fully lived life.
The blaring of the captain's horn
Draws me into the ferryboat
A smile on my lips
As I sail into the sunset.
Categories:
ferryboat, death,
Form: Quatrain
Summer Remembered.
It is odd in a country where winter last 8 months is it spring and summer
we remember and there were not too many of the good days either.
We took a ferry boat to a small Island for bathing now it is connected to
a bridge and parking spots take up the most land. Mother liked to go
there on Sundays she enjoyed the water, she swam like a seal and floated
like a wine cork thrown from a yacht, I was waddling in shallow water
collecting shiny objects that had the ability to lose its gloss when we came
home. My mother divorced at the time her lover was the ferryboat skipper
I think he wore uniform, it is jeans now for everyone and anyway with
a bridge who needs a boat, but they did go on camping holiday together and
I looked after myself. Mother loved him and he wanted to marry her but didn’t
want me it was silly of him to ask a mother will always choose her children.
Anyway it was winter approaching and Norway sleeps like the brown bear for
eight months if not going to boring places like Ibiza back then.
Categories:
ferryboat, adventure, cheer up, class,
Form: Blank verse
What the artist seeks to incite is a shadow of insight
Drawn out of the circumstance of desperation and regicide,
He becomes a spokesman for an intelligent design iterating itself into the human mind
He articulates the livelihood of the presence which confounds his nights,
Tearing seepage in his imaginative unconscious
Yielding unto the downpour of new words as unfamiliar feelings emerge
Xenophobic he cannot linger, for in the twilight of his contortion
The strange uniforms with hypnosis,
To the knowledge that approaching is the ferryboat that is meant to take him
The manifold of novelty unbounded in telling
Would he surpass the mirage of his peers’ regrets for his sanity,
The man will bring forth a new reality
What is worn
Is spoken as a token of return
To what is felt beyond
Worn to transcend the alarm
Categories:
ferryboat, beauty, inspirational,
Form: Free verse
FERRY]
FERRY.
-----------.
At dark of night,gentle touch on your body.
lying on home span leaf of date palm tree.
hatred mind, deep that hungry.
though i shall make a ferry.
gently touching on that beautiful till he is reluctant.
at dark of night like a sailor of my ferryboat.
my boat is ferrying on that dangerous river.
but the taste of same, i did not get ever.
no there is no blame of a man.
why take risk at dark of night,boat may sink than.
hatred eyes till waits with hungry. you will enjoy with hungry and take that chastity
SAROJ KHAN
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Categories:
ferryboat, saddark, dark,
Form: Imagism
Even the gulls have ceased their squawking
V-formations over eerie, calm seas
Is it you? The ferryboat man?
Making your way across waters without breeze
No lapping waves, sand fine as silt
Makes no sound as I leave footprints
A misty morning, no shells crack ‘neath my feet
The red orb rises, causes me to squint
Alone with my thoughts by the River Styx
I sense the passage from this world to the next
My mind on heaven seems transfixed
I stand and stare by quietude perplexed
The ferryboat man reaches shore
A wave of his hand beckons me
Without a word I board his craft
Before me lays the journey to eternity
Serenity comes as we cross the river
A world without sound surrounds me
A world that I willingly choose to leave
All senses drained now, as death I foresee
*For Paula’s “Breathe in the Silence” Contest
Categories:
ferryboat, visionaryworld, sound, me, sound,
Form: Rhyme