Frigates Poems - Poems about Frigates

...Midst mild and wild tumults like eddy, vortex, swirl, and whirl, A maelstrom is a summation of curl and twirl and hurl; Weather and season get amalgamated with currents, Winds, storms, gales, squa......

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...i suppose they will all be soon to depart the danish girl has removed her top the germans will soon follow suit the french girl will arrive soon minus everything there goes the male tourist d......

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...she is running down the staircase que pasa, que pasa, echoes before her i am on the front balcony watching the butterflies wander from one miniature rose to the next having my third cup of coffe......

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...is this then my fate watching the scurrying crabs rearranging sands, counting the waves the wary eyes of the magnificent frigates above your eyes were to me exotic birds of aquamarine whose fre......

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...she knew all the moves Queen's Gambit Sicilian Defense Bura's Desperado Sacrifice with her arms wrapping me we barreled the freeway racing headlong into the wind balanced on two wheels below ......

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...i become lost in these lazy days the ones i have learned to allow sitting here on the balcony watching the frigates glide to Bolero below a content ocean, empty beach my attention was broken by ......

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...i wander these winter beaches where autumn's storms have removed the footfalls of summer believing in spring here i am alone listening to the waves mellifluously remind yet never recalling ......

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...the boat is as weathered as his face it is his life, his treasure steering the prow to sea hours before dawn and in that darkness, the nets are set small talk meanders the ponga time to catch up......

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...You may talk of submarines And of other war machines As you sip your beer and talk of yesteryear. You may even look with awe At the ships that roll and yaw, And the carriers as steady as a ro......

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...my friend, beacon, bright ... how you have bewitched my years, dancing on the wall of my room since my first memory, a warm sweep of security and steadiness, ......

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...Let the Wind Blow Through My house is built of fragile sticks Each window opened shows a different view Clean or with a dusty film, yet held close A skin of remembrance hidden deep Different f......

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...Select the right alternative Despite rigours of states of nature Electing to sweep aside your initiative In the midst of shocks and blocks that determine to fracture Well meant decisions to b......

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...Underwater where sound carries much farther the bustling of fish feeding awakens the whales tis morning above frigates are moving their noise like fright rising all the sea's creatures su......

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...On a Sea Wild and Stormtoss'd Once, on a sea wild and stormtoss'd, two boats were flung, no sure hand at their helm, no guide to steer, they at the mercy of every wave lashing. Oft storms flung them......

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...If Emily—Ms. Dickinson—could pen fresh lines of verse today; what, I wonder, would she say? Where would she even begin? How will today change her verse—I ponder? Would the Lady in White still wri......

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