Long Boaters Poems

AKULA

Mark and I caught the last plane from Ft. Lauderdale to New Orleans to escape Hurricane Andrew, leaving Akula ,our boat, tied up at Rolly Shipyard to face the wrath alone. The next few hell...

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Chapter 3 THE RIVER continued (b)


Carefully they placed the children
In the small canoe amidships;
Pushing out into the current 
Han swam alongside to guide them
 
Kwona, as she stood and waited
On the shore now took the...

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Some people got off the Dumb Boat, and came to work one day. Honestly!
Birds were quietly sitting in a tree! Someone couldn't help himself, you see!
Shouting ‘Run they’re terror birds of prey!’ The boaters’ got...

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It lies within a long valley,
amongst rolling Green Mountain Peaks,
its southern Vermont’s largest lake,
a place boaters and partiers seek.

But nature did not build this lake,
that task fell to the hand’s of men,
built up a broad,...

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It was a century ago
when Joe Gibbs’ rode the water’s flow,
driving logs through the river’s waves,
a young man only twenty years,
fast with a pick-pole, had no fear,
and never had they seen a man more brave.
At...

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If you’ve been to north New York,
or the western side of Vermont,
you might’ve head of a sea monster,
the vast Lake Champlain is his haunt.

The locals all call him ‘Champy,’
not to dissimilar to Loch Ness,
many folks...

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Bermuda Triangle

This event was terrifyingly true,
Out in Atlantic, on the ocean blue.
It was ‘81, after we left Fort Lauderdale,
Hoping for happy Bahamas vacation tale
Aboard chartered sailboat, ketch of 52 feet,
Even air conditioned for the Florida...

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Working as a NY cop on three alternating shifts,
his wife at home with five little kids,
ranging in ages from 1 to 12,
his police boat up and down on the swells,

One week he'd have normal 8-4pm...

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(hello! I'z bee'z day old Cap-pin Mike! this is my first poem I posted on heres!
I'z writes poem'z about my life on day ocean. just bee'z keepin in yaz head dat 
I'z very dis-sleck-sick and...

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Fearless flames licking the night
as the glow flickers fire in their eyes
ah the tales round campfires light
of Sasquatch shadows and cougars demise

When sleepily those embers to ash burn down
like marshmallows slipping to the ground
lanterns cast...

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Why The Willow Weeps

Once upon a time, a long time ago, there was a beautiful park in a sunny valley.
In this park there were three Willow Trees. In those days the Willow was a proud...

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This is Lily she is a delicate and beautiful lotus, she is really something to look at.Lily is also very strong, and can withstand the elements.Lily is very well rooted in the pond.She floats with...

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August 1969, the park, down by the lake
the summer afternoon draws to a close
laughing, screaming, splashing times, our own fun we would make
pure happiness, with torn and muddy clothes.
M.V Britannic was the boat by hand...

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I like to think of family by visualizing a boat
with one family all together as on the sea they float.

Every family’s boat is different in size and shape and form
It’s a place where we learn...

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Oh let me sing of the river's people
No, not holiday boaters, but those rare few
Whose homes and hearts embrace the river, 
Trafficking in all that she so blithely carries.
Backyards a port of entry for wayward...

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If I was an Ocean
Tour my calm waves and feel the balmy breezes
Become at ease
Far and wide would be my waters
Water of reflections and see through bottoms
Breathless Visions would be what my ocean would be...

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Let’s go visit the Bermuda Triangle of New Jersey someone said.
The place where many missing boaters are found enormously dead.
Twenty-six people have disappeared in the lake, according to the masses.
One body floated out four years...

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Boat Ride II

      Upon the crowded deck, boaters go their way
      Drifting silently among sunken glades
      Where sun kissed ripples...

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The moon shone on the water
Dyed ochre by the iron mines. 
Centuries of men have toiled 
In trenches and in chines. 
Carving through the sheer rock face
To tunnel under hills
Canals to link the land of...

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Rivers of life--that's what they are,
They cross our land from near and far,
Helping boats with food go up and down,
Bringing commerce and products to all the land.

Rivers flow-some slow, some fast-
They have brought many inventions...

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Lovely days are what I dream for
Every single day 

Lovely days are going for walks
And stumbling across little things that make me smile 
Like beautiful flowers 

Lovely days are getting up 
And seeing the sun...

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Boat Ride


      Lead by unseen hand through watery forest,
      Drifting silently among sunken glades
      Where sun warmed breezes kiss rippled...

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What do the poor hang onto?
When all the trees are gone. 
When hearths are quaked to crumbs...
with nowhere to hide from the whirling gray eye of a storm.

In the afterbirth show boaters will arrive. 
One...

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Just west from where I live is Utah Lake,
where in the summer boaters like to take
their many kids, for Utah is the state
where Mormons live and like to populate!

Down south from my small city, deserts...

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CRUISING ALONG THE SEA WAVES   © Tanka 

White sheets billow forth
Winds drive the sale boaters out
Through deeper crowned waves
Sea-tides ‘might’ held fast by reigns
 Not complying right or left!
 
 BURN © Tanka...

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