Halyard Poems - Poems about Halyard

...In the timeless tumult of time’s tempestuous tide, I find myself adrift, with neither rudder, nor guide. Each crest and trough, a murmured decree of fate, In this ceaseless sea, I strive to naviga......

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...Three times the Master spoke and three times the capstan broke. Decks awash with briny spume, the storm raged in the gathering gloom. 'Pull in that spar or else we're doomed!' Above the roar the......

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...The hustle and the bustle of the port is all around The shouting of the merchants quoting prices by the pound The throwing of supplies over gunwales is all but done The time has come for us to le......

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...Edge of wharf diner courting saline tastebuds, Halyard rope bell hop with a catch, Grandee gourmet glutton wolfs marinated cod......

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...It was glorious ... A glorious, glowing morn ... crimson crept up the sky, as if air-brushed ... little round globs of fair-weather clouds tiptoed on the reach, (so as to not wake the moon,......

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...Like silent sentries in a row the pylon docks await my arrival. It is low tide as I step onto the gangway. Crusty barnacles cling tenaciously to the pylons as salt sea water laps the rock......

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...A Ship In A Bottle My great Grand Father sailed to New Zealand on a ship called the Wild Deer in 1872. I have always loved ships in bottles, and one day decided I would drain a pretty bottle of ......

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...Water falling, trickling downward wet mossy stones shine and glimmer droplets dancing tumbling onward Soft tinkles as they head coastward the sounds echo like a crooner water falling, trickling down......

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...To those who have done prep Prep up for break, hanging in morning dew Made fast with sailing twine, awaiting dawn Brass belaying pin holding halyard to I glimpse across harbor, Third Fleet’s mo......

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