Long Adventureboat Poems
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when I was young, my first boat was a whailer
going fishing to fripp hauling it by trailer
I stopped at Island Plaza, my boat I was a gassing
then the Gulla man asked me, while in passing
"youda mae goinda bat toe anggo strikking mon?
black man with gray hair and a gig in his hand
to go in my boat gigging is what he had demand
happy to have him never a prejedous bone I had
never gigged in day light, to learn I'd be glad
"youda bego down dat scrit da mon"
he had be drive out, to station creek
there were pelicans whose tummy held less than there beek
it was hard to see, it was a marshy maze
I was realy lost in a foggy haze
then in a small creek a little bigger than a brook
off the bow the Gulla man threw the hook
while the anchor set and I lit a cig
he started beating my boat with his gig
well I got his attention, by clearing my throat
and asked "what in the hell are you doing to my boat!"
"eyebe kull-pin de whompiss mon!"
"what?"
"eyebe kull-pin de whompiss mon!"
so with the Gulla man I didn't want to haggel
then I said "hey buddy can you call whompiss with my paddle?"
thinking about plan "A" but still on the limb
thought about takin Gulla man back where I found him
then I was a-mazed! about out of my skin
all around us we were surounded by a dozen dolfin
the water started to boil on top the fish appear
and the old Gulla man stabbed them with his spear
"Ibe gat shree I begit foe mon!"
2 or 3 at a time, bass, flounder, and trout
they were piled so high they started to fall out
with alot of fish, piled in a stack
when a dolfin got close Gulla man threw one back
well the boat was so full, high like a mound
so were the dolfin and they were no longer found
"gitbe dare gitbe dare!"
I was so amazed, never had such a thrill
I thanked the Gulla man all the way to the hill
"trit flider notak in megit may na churn be tak in da bass mon!"
so he kept the bass for his kids runnin about
and I got to keep all of the flounder and trout
by Capt Mike
Form:
I hired a ship to take a trip,
Over stormy ocean;
I shielded my eye from a stormy sky,
And the boat's constant motion.
There was a diving suit, a map to read,
And travels we had to sail;
So we left the shore as we leaned on the oar,
And held on to the rail.
The trip was long the sea was rough,
Our destiny was fate;
Day was drear as the place drew near,
For the hour was growing late.
The sky grew dark and wind came up,
To catch the fragile sail;
So we held on tight as the coming night,
Brought darkness to prevail.
Welowered the sail, prepared to stop,
So we could rest in sleep;
But the boat would rock, the wind would mock,
Waves that plied the deep.
We never slept but always kept,
Our hopes the boat would hold;
We fought the storm till the rays of morn,
Brought calm to waters cold.
Morning light bade goodbye to night,
And day dawned bright and clear,
So we sailed along to a sailor’s song,
As providence drew near.
At last we came to the place we claim,
That tattered sail unfurls;
We prepared to strive for a cold deep dive,
To look for precious pearls.
We were set to dive in waters dark,
Down to the oyster bed;
Where fishes float and grey sharks gloat,
And hearts are filled with dread.
We filled the net and strived to set,
A time to heed the call,
And shells we reaped were gently heaped,
In a net to carry all.
After many dives we came up alive,
And dumped our shells with pleasure.
Anxious to see if adversity,
Would give a royal treasure.
I picked a shell that was one of the last,
And opened it with haste;
It was covered with moss and seemed a loss,
But the pearl I saw was chaste.
As I gazed with surprise not trusting my eyes,
At something I’d never seen;
It glowed like a light, like a star in the night,
Infused with moonlit sheen.
Its splendor was lovely, perfect and round,
No fault was there to see;
This was the pearl of great price I found,
Sought in epiphany.
Boat floats at water's edge.
Frogs croak on a lily pad.
I'm glad I'm not a silly cad.
As boat floats down the stream.
Scream if you will as raft goes
Over the waterfall, call out. Shout!
Go about the fall and level it out.
Now boat floats gently down the stream.
Paddle, then saddle a horse for rest
Of the course. Of course there's the hike.
Strike a match, light a fire, desire a
Marshmellow or hot dog. Faithful dog by
The fire desires food. Rude is it not to
Give him a bite without a fight. Horses
Rest. They gave their best. Now it's time
To go home and roam another day by water's edge.