Long Jib Poems

Part 10

The Sun high above was swiftly given a shove
    As the Moon appeared to swallow the night.
And with another miserable day... just hours away,
    They all slept to...

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Nope Not Even A Brief History...
About Month Named December

The Latin root (albeit - lo'
(mein lee) first two syllables
i. e. decem) - no
joking - translate to mean ten,
where millenniums ago
this delineation quite apropos,

cuz (wade back in...

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Far out on Neptune's briny sea,
my hammock holding still
while the ship slowly rocks side to side,
tired and lonely, I close my eyes.
In this darkness I can hear
the constant lapping of the waves
against my ship's hull...

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they would dice many a chive
   by management me from da dive
apartments in hatfield in close proximity 
   to the bloody sorry fate 
   oof a von nee gutt...

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Enticed by his faceted aspects
                Political points show his honour
          ...

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A Study in Character

My aunt…. 
wears jewellery that winks as she walks
and she always has a sharp, shivery look
that you pay attention to …just in case!
She makes the world around her nervous
and I can hear...

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a blast of whiskey the summon of the king to appear
a real encounter with Elvis & Zepplin,
from the early 70's sparks a calm to remedy
three at the bar forced to civality..,
under thick chains received
band was...

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fear seems to be the cause du jour
fear if it all just ended
shapes us like quivering jello molds

fear of the landline
tapping into our heads
fear of the landmine
careless gifts from the feds

electric shivers
primal and oozing
forgetting ripe...

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Twere a   blisterin day, on da Fundy Bay, aboard da ‘ Black Angel of da Blue”, 
with a crew of 32, whilst resting a spell, wid a thunderin clap of grog ,
when da...

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Life's Tempests

We ride the waves of innocence
on the ocean of The Now.
From the depths of dank
the evil stalks our bow.
It's little that we can do
to keep all our decks so clear.
For in our minds as...

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The Man O'War HMS Arcturus dominated the billowin' main!
Foes were fearful of closin' battle with 'er should they ever deign!
What a magnificent and imposin' sight was she with 'er riggin' full o'sail,
As she raced to...

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A Klingon Love Poem
                    (In Klingon and English)

 tlhIngan bang bom tlhab
(pa' tlhIngan 'ej English Hol)

tugh...

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in the deepest of my deep dreams
I shall take my little dream boat
away and away from the earth
I shall gently slowly surely float
outwards in between the planets
I shall haul and jib tack and run
setting my...

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Upon the cresting, violent seas, the little ship did sail
The captain and his merry men, were never set to fail
For they were sea men through and through, ready for a fight
The pirates of the Lady...

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Green carpet fields, laid seamed and edged 
with berry hedge 
and windswept tufted trees hemline the valley stream that cuts through to the sea. 

Coarse bracken covers the higher cliff, 
with feather ferns in darker...

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I am going to sea in a blueberry boat
That danced in the wind by the lee she did float
With vanilla sails and strawberry jib to bend her
Her chocolate chine hull held true on this double-ender

From...

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Who are you!!!

it doesn’t matter as you will be judged
not by who you are
but by the perceptions of “who – they think - you are”.

Oh, I know, you don’t judge - you evaluate
my look, my...

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FAREWELL   TO    NOVA    SCOTIA


A net of cables stretching overhead  in the mist to Dartmouth Bay:
Our boat slips under Angus McDonald bridge out into the Atlantic greys,
Leaving...

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By moonlight step on the pitching deck
Leave the safety of dry land behind
A quest to know what lies beyond here
The familiar and the known recede
Like sailors of ages past who left
A thousand treasures to seek...

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Flying Jib son of Curry Comb
The care of the comb son of Garden Gnome

Garden Gnome son of Pillow Case
The case of the headrest o’ Second Base

Second Base son of Baby Chick
The chick who’s a pip...

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Cast off the mooring ropes at bow and stern
Head out into the early morning mist
Hoist the big mainsail, free the jib, and turn
Feeling the filling canvas make her list

The venerable diesel chugs and splutters
Its smoky...

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No reason to sink into dumps
When your spouse scrams from home without leave
Financial muscle into the red jumps
Joy from chaff you can’t sieve

With a head shrinker you may disagree
When mental health strikes
All trial and tribulation...

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The bay was free for mine to gain
with weather mean of falling rain.
Then late inside a quaint cafe
our wine together we did share.
The streaks of gray in dame’s  black hair
found shoulders low attractive way.
...

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How black the seas in a pounding storm!
   The lanterns were all blown out.
Only the lights within still burned
   For crewmen strong and stout.	

The flash from the clouds would scarce reveal
...

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Rippling phosphorescence i leave in my wake, 
ghostly trails i leave on the dark blue 

Moon light light reflects off my jib and stay 
silver strands gleaming 

My blue sail pulling me along softly, 
boat...

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