Long Barque Poems

The First Thanksgiving (Sept. 3, 1578)

The shortest distance to Cathay 1
(Land of riches: silks, teas and spices)
Lay to the north to the South Sea. 2
Didn’t Barlow tell the King, 3
Was reserved for England.

The routes ‘round...

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Early in the MOURNING I usually went out,
To ride my bike on a FLOUR filled route.
BUTT because of the WHEATHER, today I changed,
A nice ride in the evening I had arranged.

I found myself riding THREW...

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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...

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Acciaccatura

And filled with stars and the land
A pale gentle hand turned the hourglass 
Of my soul

Stalking the alabaster moon 
I rejoined once more
Those who follow the dream

Cutting through crests 
Time the scythe of a barque
Treads...

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And there you stand by the broken brook
the rivers flow you never took
and on the dry bed there
the hand made boat of hope
without repair
still longing for the rivers heart
to keep its untamed bow afloat

And the...

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Elongated dazzling radiance cast abeam
sensational blinding brilliance
thru eyelids cast agleam
buoyed upon soundcloud airstream
entire corporeal complex edifice

rocked upon gently
shimmering weightless as moon beam
metaphorically floats yours truly
autonomic kickstarting process
since... flagellation enabled conception
circulating, distributing, enervating...

dna chromosomal genetic
data packets...

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Pytheas was a Greek who journeyed to Britain in the Fourth Century BC and 
discovered the link between the tides and the phases of the moon.

At first I followed the setting sun
To the mouth of...

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Is that a moon I see,
Flickering its solitary eye down upon me.
Casting earth in the light of its mysterious glow.
Hurling shimmering rays upon the winter snow.
Is this heavenly orb some kind of monster eye.
Making me...

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Leaving the dock, sounding the bells
Captain at stern, strong water swells
Winds give rise, full ahead call
Clear blue sky, no noted squall.

Boston harbor hosting, ships are notable
Schooners to Barque, old and admirable,
Sailing from Europe, Canada and...

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Come to me on rainy days,
with rainbows in your hair.
Come to me in many ways,
in weather foul or fair.
Come to me in Broadway lights
and strut upon your stage.
Come to me in big sound bites,
let words...

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As the shadows start to lengthen
And the colors turn to gray
The sun concedes its dominance 
For night it's making way

A barque for you is waiting
To take you out to sea
To sail you to the sunset
The...

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Your barque blocks the orb which steers my muse;
 change course, you are an intrusion.         Captain Wahn.

          ...

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Brenda penned a story about Brennan the boatswain in Bermuda
Who had bought a Bavaria 43 barque for a sailing adventure.
The story began with the ballad of Brennan:
'Come sail with me, on see-saw sea
Becapped, bedecked, emblazoned...

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Ocean blue, upon lazy waves I share this tale
Of a behemoth beast- the color of death, lifeless and pale
Forty miles long he was, from snout to tail
A frightenin' thing onboard a fifty foot barque 'n'...

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As each squall breaks the random motion starts
Leaves twigs and dust in chaos whirl and skitter
Yet at its core remains a still calm heart
The land shall be restored to a pristine glitter

But this metaphor denies...

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It was right on the tip
of my tounge.
I losed my thought in
looking for something.
Why aren't the folders
marked: by tempo? 
Who putlyrics and rhymn
on top.
They erased
 melody and harmony
and put Bounce and Boogie
in it's place.
Love song...

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