Long Old salt Poems

To this day, the breath labours on still 
Marrow birthing blood same as ever 
to keep this battered carriage oiled
The soul wills the flesh to hobble on 
and prays the spirit keeps aflame 
The game...

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It was glorious ...

A glorious, glowing morn ...
crimson crept up the sky, as if air-brushed ...
little round globs of fair-weather clouds tiptoed on the reach,
(so as to not wake the moon, laying down its head...

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Once upon a time in the lands from the north, south, east to west    
Navigating on the cold white sands formed of sugar and ice       ...

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This is the stuff some hearts are made of.
Anguish. Elation. Say it once again!
Just for the sake of hearing a feeling's name,
and the long drawn out sigh
of sounds echoing out of breath, out of breath,
out...

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Spider’s Rigging
“I had resolved on a voyage around the world, and as the wind
on the morning of April 24, 1895 was fair, at noon I weighed
anchor, set sail, and filled away from Boston, where the...

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The sea plays tricks you see
The old salt said looking straight at me
For the sun and waves look different
And sometimes they appear heaven sent

He was leaning on the pier that day
Sucking back his pipe in...

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In the corner of a pub
There sits an old sea dog
He tells the same old stories
His mind is full of fog

“Ahoy, me hearties! Pass the rum
And I’ll spin you a yarn of old
About the time...

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Art gallery glimpses
Posters on walls;
Unfamiliar insights

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Fresh good market
Country festival;
Abundant fruits

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Young child escorted
Proud parents each side;
Nurture greets nature

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Roasted meat stall
Duck, chicken, BBQ pork;
Appetizing fares

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Pay day queue
Busy ATM buzz;
Cash flow escapades

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Sleepy moments
Heavy eyelids flutter;
Bedtime stories

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Quizzical notions
Unanswered query;
Planning-in-progress

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Chinese...

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I’ve seen the seaman’s life around, 
 So, when I step on solid ground, 
 Where I’ve forgot how life self goes, 
 Who rules this world and how grass grows, 
 I have a...

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The Old Salt was a special man who came along in a time
when he was needed most.

A time that is now gone forever.
When men believed and sacrificed, when hero’s walked the earth in mass.

When patriotism...

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the wharf was teeming
black and white,
the gulls were keening
in their flight
  round and round
the fishing scow
the old man scowled
his heavy brow
  forty years before the mast
and now today would be his last
the smell...

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It's the summer, and it's time
to take the train to old Saint Ives
and visit my Aunt Clementine
who lives alone by an old salt mine.  

Aunt Clementine, she likes to dine
on mac and cheese at...

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I came to rest 
At the Edge's Mill Inn
But that old smell missed
I just smelled again.

The longing quenched 
My surprise of you 
Then I knew
The old smell here

Was that old smell there 
In your home...

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Me thinks drinking may well be the prime sin.
Givest me that evil every time, lad.
You can boast of other ways now akin,
true, but they don’t makest me half so glad.
I’m glad finding new friends sharing...

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Why do shellfish
Seem so selfish
Is it they dwell
Inside their shell
And don’t admit
But only spit
That old salt brine
After they dine
Day in and out
In their hideout
Yet near the rocks
Creation knocks
On their hard wall
But through it all
They stay...

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Taste sanguine rhymes in simple flair,
Indulge blunt wit as rhythm springs;
Notes frame old times in common air,
Truth spreads fine bits as music flings.
Obtain sure flow as senses sway,
Feel fancy free the poignant lines.
Hurl then verse...

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