This is better left unsaid,
Would a doctor want this read?
"Growing old is not for jibs,
Your fluid tablets give us the blip!"
Categories:
jibs, age, feelings,
Form: Free verse
I see nothing that's made by man's hand.
My eyes make out this deep waterland.
We race sea path this day's way as planned.
Sails full, breeze strong.
Sheets need go far to reach beach and sand.
Sky's clear, way's long.
Wheel feels steady, ship stays straight on course.
We sail nine knots before Auster's force.
No life plays the swells these days for us.
Mates work, they toil.
They keep clipper trim gainsay words coarse.
Know ye, most roil.
Hey Ho, climb the ratlines, hold your jaws.
Stave thee thy bilge or you'll feel cat's claws.
We make Canton without little pause.
Fly jibs, we lug.
Be we slow now, the sea isn't cause.
Blow wind, sails hug.
Categories:
jibs, ocean,
Form: Rhyme
Seashells filled with oil
Then one by one set ablaze
Til they fill the night
With orbs of light
And turn it into day
Upon a beach
Once strewn with bodies
Of which tides and time
Have erased all trace
Yet still persist
Stark ribs of ships
And stately jibs
Like bones of whales
Bleached white
In sea foam lace
Wars like storms
Rage, then die
Only to subside
into history’s haze
And are of no more import
(perhaps even less)
Then seashell filled with oil
That briefly flare
…and blaze…
Categories:
jibs, destiny, history, ocean, time,
Form: Light Verse
Does anything look more serene
Than sailboats in a harbor scene?
Their stark white jibs and hulls that glide
A sense of peace and calm provide.
I've only seen them from the shore,
Not having been in one before,
But I am grateful they're a'sea
When near the water I can be.
Though other boats with foamy wakes
Look lovely, I would wager stakes
That none of them with sudsy trails
Could soothe like any boat with sails.
Categories:
jibs, peace,
Form: Rhyme
Aye and it’d be “Land Ho”, ya lazy landlubbers!
It’s where ya’d be if ya’d had yer druthers,
Braggin’ the seven seas and swiggin’ pints of ale,
Chasin’ maidens and wishin’ on a mermaid tail!
Look sharp! Turn to! heave ho! All hands on deck,
Er I’ll have hemp stretchin’ round yer neck!
Thars work at be done afore ya see yer lovely Bettys,
Grab rudder afore ya run er up on the the jetties!
This old ship is mine from crow’s nest ta keel,
Heave to er you’ll be beggin yer next meal!
Swing the yardarm, rig the jibs, look lively, set sail!
Follow the south end a that north bound whale!
Put on yer sea legs and hand me the long glass
We be after silver mateys! Copper and brass!
Yu'd rob the gems off the pearly gates!
BILLOW THE SAILS, MATES!!
Categories:
jibs, fantasy
Form: Light Verse
True feelings to hold behind the mask will see;
Changing colors is the only rightful need.
Emotions come and go behind the face shell.
The joker face detains each falling tear drop.
In happiness or sorrow the wild card swings.
Meeting one contract; then another in love:
Playing the game show never to deliberate;
On what others cannot see behind the jibs.
The ultimate poker card-player playing the blind,
Displays countenance of a professional;
With the feint he wishes for a lucky win
Double or quit his mask would never let him down.
Behind many masks confusion will prevail
For life, he clasps the mask; On death he needs none.
Categories:
jibs,
Form: Free verse