Over time, they washed up on the beach
From salt and sun, they were permanently bleached
Bones preserved well, larger ones are from whale
But, human bones also here somehow reached.
Centuries ago, there had been a shipwreck
Hundreds of slaves chained below the foredeck
Now they are found on this hallowed ground
On Bone Beach they have found freedom yet.
From the bones you can’t distinguish slave from slave holder
Though you can tell the young from the older
The seas didn’t care whose bones they put there
The beauty of Bone Beach is in the eye of the beholder.
The sands on Bone Beach make for a shallow grave
No telling if any of their souls had been saved
No eulogies given; don’t know who was forgiven
But I bet these are bones of the brave.
Please don’t disturb any of the bones where they lay
Another storm may come take them away
On the next trip they will return to the ship
Or so the Bone Beach myth-tellers say.
Categories:
foredeck, beach,
Form: Rhyme
I have fashioned my desire from Carpathian obsessions,
Indulging in the calm between extremes.
It’s a blood and iron promise that sets my soul alight,
Embarked upon a pilgrimage of dreams.
Standing on the foredeck in a silent, moonlit trance,
Sipping from a chalice rimmed with stars.
Knowing when I find her, I’ll be three sheets to the wind,
Branded by an irony of scars.
Categories:
foredeck, adventure, allegory, love hurts,
Form: Lyric
With billowed sails the Schooner glides across the open sea
The crew secures the rigging as they’ve done through history
Port side there’s a Humpback coming up to take a look
They watch in pure amazement its like a picture from a book.
The Skipper takes the Helm and guides the vessel on its path
The crew they scramble round the deck to fight mother natures wrath
Everyone has got their job the Main Trimmer, Mast and Pit
The Secondary Trim the Foredeck and the Main Trim/Tactics
As the Schooner fights the rugged waves The Skipper steers the wheel
It brings on such excitement that it can not be concealed
With puffy trade-wind clouds above waves of blue below
If one gets the chance to sail, the Schooners the way to go
Categories:
foredeck, adventure, sea,
Form: Light Verse
With the winds of change billowing in her sails,
the ship of Hope forged her way through
beating off waves of doubt and fear
with nothing more than faith and determination.
Battered, but unbeaten,
Hope rocked gently in the quiet calm of the moment.
While her intrepid crew celebrated some early success,
her young captain stood frozen on the creaky foredeck
eyeing the sea of discontent and the dangers ahead.
With one stern brow slightly arched,
Hope's captain pondered the challenges that await.
Can hope endure the treacherous waters ahead?
How many more vicious onslaughts can she sustain?
Can the integrity of her hull be maintained?
Will cheers and confetti mark a historic voyage,
or will tears and wreckage note a tragic end?
Hope's fate rests in her captains hands
for he alone commands her destiny.
Categories:
foredeck, life, sea, integrity,
Form: Free verse