Gunwale Poems - Poems about Gunwale

...Legacy accompanied with inadequacy DESPAIR RING uninvited GUESTS linkedin as the themes of mein kampf. Despite countless factorial permutations & combinations, this cyber surfer avails left and......Read the rest...

...I love spending nights on the lake. Once the oven-like sun disappears, things get suddenly quiet, except for the occasional hoot of an owl, crickets, frogs and the soft lapping of the lake on the......Read the rest...

...Glory to thermodynamics in general... and generation of heat in particular cuz yours truly spoiled with trappings of Western Civilization. How ideal I imagine to dwell in a self sufficie......Read the rest...

...Despite countless factorial permutations & combinations, this cyber surfer avails two alms seeking succor asper Somerset Maugham. Mom mee whiz able to sic cure human bondage, boot metastatic ca......Read the rest...

...and spoils of Western Civilization. Thrum of the central heater... manually activated upon advent of twilight (since yours truly not resident within "smart home"), nevertheless warm cockles and......Read the rest...

...Thump-thump of stiffening fish contorting In the bilge beneath the gunwale; Lidless, bulging, reddened eyes, swivelling upwards, Protruding horribly from the straining sockets, Express ......Read the rest...

...Seventeen skiffs and boats tethered In twos and threes on the river Thames With their canvas winter shrouds And rows of seagulls perched on each, Almost perfectly aligned, Heads towards honey......Read the rest...

...Two, perhaps three miles out to sea, beyond the reef to Zapatillas, Bocas’ dual sand-edged footprint jewels with jungle centre trees, Francesco’s outboard boat heads out to Caribbean’s deeper blue......Read the rest...

...Chapter 13d Yet at length he reawakened As if in another lifetime Han discerned a sound and movement Stiffly rose to look about him And he saw his precious Matto Crouching near him in th......Read the rest...

...Off Terra Firma sixteen weeks now. My legs take roots; my eyes become infinite. Past the Tropic of Cancer, the Lesser Antilles. Talk of brown skinned girls, Purple Clouds of Magellan. The South......Read the rest...