Long Seafaring Poems

As to the this and the that and the how and the why,
    I pass no judgement on the tale at hand.
And leave it to scribes to much later decide
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Part 5

They continued to fry under a blistering sky
    With little water to stifle the heat.
When the Hippo put forth, "Considering our course,
    We have entered the waters of...

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The Letter         

A young man strolled along the waterfront,
His mind and heart at ease.
Said an old man, sitting on an upturned punt,
Gazing out towards the sea. 

“Come...

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Strategically placed when raised 
Upwards
By your masterful and well 
Practiced hand.
To mingle with ever changing 
Skylines 
That frown down with arrogant 
Scowls
Upon the indigenous populous of 
This just and tolerant island.
To study and pontificate upon...

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Turning my back on typhoon skies, 
a pestilent past, I pitch my mistakes 
into a forgiving wind. Standing barefoot 
at the edge of apologies, 
coastal tides carry hope, tomorrows stir
on a mariner’s horizon. I search...

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Fertile Crescent
and Vestigial Conscience

The sun overshadowing my morality
my self- righteousness eclipsed

Where early mans' dawn is, 
Our sun over my left *should* threaten to tinge me if
I pontificate platitudes that fail to connect us to
full stomachs...

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Beware young lad, tis the dawning of thy demise,
For the water witches screams, are carried on the
Winds breath, of the tidal waves hurricane.
Be-she, the banshie of the fathom’s abyss, treacherous
Mistress, beguiling temptress, enslavement's captive, 
Whom...

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My life and my love are the open sea. I do not fear her and she has come to respect this old sailor man. 

Alas, it may be that my life of bliss is only...

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Dear Lori, my lady, my darling divine
My vision of beauty, my radiant shine
More precious to me than the tulips you bring
That opened for me in the sips of my Spring

Your lips are the dells of...

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Standing at the tavern door,eyes dark and brooding
Neath his floppy hat, stared into the crowded room,
A Raven flew from his shoulder settling in rafters high,
He smiled a sardonic smile and ordered a mug of ale.
All...

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The Sinking of the Cargo Ship, El Faro


The Bible, itself, speaks of the men of the world that go down to the sea in ships
because notably, they see the Hand of God move more than...

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I like to be the hero in my dreams, 
                       a seafaring captain...

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Parents methods, a question asked
Mothers rule one, questions, answers forthcoming
Fathers think they are kings of the family domain
As said previously see rule one if ever questioned
Mothers watched from afar so proud of her Children
My Father...

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The sea is beautiful, strange, and mercurial -

tour de force of nature,

since time, immemorial.

A vast mighty ocean, 

when it rises and roars,

fathom upon fathoms

down -

to the sea floor.

 

A friend of the fishermen,

the sea sustains...

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"Upon this rock I will build My Church!"

There it perched upon a bluff high above New England's rugged shore.
Its glass-stained windows, now shuttered, were closed forever more.
What once had been a vibrant house of worship...

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The noose is a nightmare for any seafaring man
Especially those who thrive the best they can

Danger lurks on the waves like a mugger in the shadows
The only concern is the prize and the gallows

For the...

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The fake isolation of the island insinuated the fostering of remnants;
remnants of religious fervor, close knit seafaring families, and rugged farmers;
remnants of power past and present.

A fog shrouded canvass awaits the onslaught of August revelry.
And,...

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April is here 
Spring is getting kicked in the next gear 
Leaving is winter basically a whimper 
Giving way to life’s beautiful day 
Like the New Testament said 
The cold of sin is dead 
Started...

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"Poetry is a life-cherishing force. For poems are not words, 
after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, 
something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry."
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Sailors Rusty and Oz cruise back from the steely shores of the Bahamas, underway and navigating to Key West. Tired from the ship’s routine, duties, and three long months away.  There is a full...

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"Poetry is a life-cherishing force. For poems are not words, 
after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, 
something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry."
 ...

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Furry mice

Many years ago, I was in Houston (Texas) to victualize 
a new cargo ship, back then a ship carried a large crew 
for all the functions needed.
The ship chandler was keen to show me...

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I’ve been drifting for such a long time
This old ship with its seafaring ways
But big waves ever harder to climb
Seem to threaten to shorten my days

This old ship and its seafaring ways
Barnacled heavy with bowing...

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All are born in blessed Fire as was the world,
Two wishes mesh  and the ballet dancer is hurled. 
Thrown into an unknowable bleakness of cold,
Burnt we recoil as we let it all unfold.
Most spend...

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Death met at work, a months' long livestock voyage 
Appalling fate found forty men in ocean's contempt
Churned in days' worth of typhoon crazed torment
Upside down violence turned trapped crew to carnage 

Water walled onslaught slammed...

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