Long Keels Poems

she sat there with only one tear rolling alone to drip between her knees
Splattering on the tidal flow below.
Cross legged with ankles aching on wet jetty stone
Cold wet jetty stones gathered from God knows where
By...

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I have long loved sailing ships, and stories and movies about them. I have even spent a few months designing and making a couple of models to erect inside bottles. Fascinated with the subject, I...

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November's winter sun is bleeding low 
where cold Thames makes a tidal run 
and also gentler pewter flow 
towards the city docks, the sea, 
towards the rising of the sun
 
A single coot beside a...

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So sailed they then o'er seas well spent~ 
Torn their skys & mastheads back bent~ 
Under their bowsprits well to a'sea~ 
From ravages o'wind did'st they then flee~ 

Down from their bulwarks & under their...

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far beyond cold light window edge      
flirt and flutter
wild lashes of winter wink
wandering flakes
soundlessly sow
layers of lazy shadows, dust
over cool contour conceal
autumn rust

gentle narcissus and nasturtium snare
brooding violet and valerian
holy...

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Gluggy margarine marine grips keels
        Apex sun spreads sickly circle of lard
        Plugged lungs, gust momentum marred
    ...

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IV

Once more I have been given cause to dwell
On that ill-fated romance;
I saw you again yesterday, years hence...was  
It just another casual dalliance?
The affected tilt of your cruel and
Arrogant chin, the high piling of...

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I'm trying to sing the heaven songs that ring within my ears,
Now got Fakes waiting for myself to doubt my fears,
So every night when they sleep I'm putting in the overtime to be where I...

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When dormant skies command the winds to blow
amidst the tides where sailing vessels dwell,
the tranquil sea will soon become a foe.

Within the bluster, flailing in its throe,
the wanton keels reel wildly in the swell
when dormant...

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Book ^Delta" 2005 
http://www.allbookstores.com/Delta-Bozhidar-Pangelov/9789549700480

***(Have the life)
The wings are bending of a dead
wind.
Under the fallen papers with words
blank
not burnt cockroaches are running
back
and forth
making noise…
And the ocean dries up.
The death is whispering in eyes
every single while,
when you’re...

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Love is God and God alone who died
Offering himself, cross gifted, self denied
Vow paying esteemer, making low high
Eternal giver, repenting no gift, you I glorify.

Love has no meaning in dictionaries, no place
Oystered in feelings like...

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