Hornpipe Poems - Poems about Hornpipe

...The Captain had a penny whistle Which he wore around his neck And he played it every morning As the crew danced on the deck. Sometimes it was a Hornpipe Sometimes a Palais Glide As the crew da......Read More

...(sung to the tune of "The Sailor's Hornpipe") Tell me what would happen if we were fishing here and we would fall asleep in the middle of the pier? Well, we might just roll around and n......Read More

...Doing an Irish Jig*** (To the music of The Bothy Band) ——— ——— So early in the morning, If you looked, you Couldn’t tell that I Was really awake, With my mind mixing Throu......Read More

...Jim Daley and Joe McCarthy had something in common. They died at 80 going to the bathroom in the middle of the night. Walt O'Brien, their protege, found this out when he called the homes of both men ......Read More

...The Piratess of Love (Children's Verse by Joan Donnelly Ellis) If I could have my way today...a good pirate I would be I'd wear a patch o'er my eye and sail the fic......Read More

...Excitedly we travelled to the fair. As fragrant scents of flowers filled the air. Dawns gift of light showing sights enthralling. Dewdrops mirror, broken pearlstrings falling. Sunshin......Read More

...“holy candle blues” in the rust red sunset - angel brother bends his blown glass ear over the wall of eternity listening in on my sweet restless rathouse jam she entered peeling story-caked walls ......Read More

...I'm a briny whore wit' reekin' drawers me honor ter make yer acquenchance th' skipper's maid me port's decayed one doubloon, yer seafarin' urchin? Yer scurvy rat a-crawl wit' gnat orf seadog scourge......Read More

...Yer briny whore akin to boar wit' mangy hide 'n scurvy-pocked chomped 'n chewed me black 'n blue wit' carnassial chompers as of croc Be curs'd, yer nit me ample bits equated ter yer own be nowt y......Read More

...Summer, soon, will be opened to all with warm hugs and the blue sea will welcome us, cheerfully. And, when its pompous eyes rinse the day in the great bath of its eternal breath, the weigh......Read More

...The very same shoes took a lonely seat on the wing of Port Piraeus, while the procrastinating noon wind, so calm, letting my tongue be clothed with orange rinds down the sea of passion. The ......Read More

...Stage in blazing lights Lovely steps of a hornpipe Sailor boy's delight......Read More

...The stillness of the night is greeted by a gentle wind; With joy, I watch as the orange sails swell out, flapping teasingly; Wanderers of the blue sea are invited to a hornpipe.......Read More