Long Tacking Poems

Two, perhaps three miles out to sea, beyond the reef to Zapatillas,
Bocas’ dual sand-edged footprint jewels with jungle centre trees, 
Francesco’s outboard boat heads out to Caribbean’s deeper blue.

Where sun burns softer gringo skin, but...

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futures cavort below the horizon
  an expectant dawn glows, duly announcing the first born arrival
  tomorrow then forward smiles, feeling good
  half planned momentous moment, ordering fate, shaping survival

  surf wave...

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screwed.bumped.bruised.fingers caressing a flossy silhouette which happens to be a cup of
brewed coffee.savoring its stunning richness while helplessly  drowned in sincere fondness
from its hypnotic scent.better than hell.better than a new-mown hay.better than anything
else that...

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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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Flings and wings and rings rejected…
 Cupid’s arrows fly deflected…
“It clearly is too late” she signed, “to love, adore or pay me mind”

Penciled lines drew cruel conclusions
mocking mirror’s cracked illusions…
Sometimes, in time, I hang awhile,...

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Chapter 11c (The Island Kingdom, continued...)

Every member of the party
Had their fill of roasted sea-flesh
All the dogs and Rosy also 
Wolfed down all that they could swallow 
 
Then they rose up and departed
Heading north...

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I see it now
flying low
over silver-spumed waves.

I am a watcher
I can enlarge the picture
        zoom in
look into bright midnight eyes
        as...

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Akin to a journalist (hoofing
NOT huffing on the beat)
heedful, mindful, and pain fully aware, bleat
me, asper caveats help me set sights
tacking within parameters of lawfulness,

when questing without sparking browbeat
upon my person, or worse...proceeding toward
said abstract...

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an old clock composed of several larger and smaller gearwheels 
hung on the wall; some teeth are worn or missing therefore 
the gears occlude poorly 
they skid and roll unbalanced   

no matter how...

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bloated girth deceased,
not surprisingly packed orotund
size appetite conveniently weighted
gravity helped fell
giant gourmand chowhound
demise linkedin automatically tightened
neckerchief doubled as noose clothbound

neck, the luckless bard dead -
poets society he didst cofound
oh captain my captain compound
suffering no more,...

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Captain Bligh was his name,
he ruled his ship with an iron cane.
The Bounty was the ship,
sailing to Tahiti, via Cape Horn was the trip.
At Cape Horn, after tacking back and forth,
eastward, was set the course.
It...

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I once heard a voice that can speak ever so quietly into the night

And while it was in a dream, it deepens to a whispering thunder

Like a roller coaster, where it’s very coils, silences the...

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Garden Golden Glove Award
(Or should that be Globe?)

Just dropping by St. James the Fisherman Church.
There was Father Dave doing all of his usual landscaping
work. He is really incredible. Not only does he help us
grow in...

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A light wind gently rocks our sailboat as
breezes begin to pick up on the sun drenched dock. 
Cable wires rap and tap upon the mast as
daylight filters thinly through the clouds. 
Egrets begin to peck...

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I may be poor
But yet I'm so rich
I count myself lucky
And so privileged.

I have a roof over my head
And a warm cosy bed
To rest my head.

Although my body is often weak
And I'm in a lot...

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On the cliff at the Worm’s Head 
High above the horns of the bay
I see the surfers ride great waves
With horses’ manes
That ever fail, but never end
In the strong Atlantic surge

In the estuary at Dartmouth
Where...

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He clipped another one out of the news
The head on collision of Mr. Bob Hughes
Tacking it to his wall, he laughed to himself
Those trusting fools, he’d so kindly “helped”
He never thought he would like his...

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At Sunset

Moving out of my shell at dawn

As the moving steel swag into sunset

Muse at the reception ground

Pattering partying feet colliding

Eyes scouting for a flower
No vacancy embossed in her lips

Adjacent my nose, stood a pebble...

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The mellow western sky darkened, 
The sea was calm that night,
Yachts tacking across the bay
Towards their appointed piers.
Luminous moon rays shimmer 
Over wavelets that bathed
The coloured pebbles
Strewn all over the long shore.

As night slowly fell
I...

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Ticking! Tacking!! Tic Tac!!!
Time is running, seconds passing by
Years going with nothing that counts
Greys are showing, almost ready to die

Ticking! Tacking!! Tic Tac!!!
Flashes of his past, shadows of his future
Contents in his heart, wicked like...

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What have you gone and done?
All I gave forgotten, forge on alone
Born and then torn apart again
Navigation of ornamental pain

How, knowing this do I go on?
It cannot be that all hope is gone

Tacking taking towards...

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If there is any deity out there,
And if you hear my voice cracking,
Why’d you let the seams tear,
And let the animosity come tacking. 
I’ve built you up in my faith,
I’ve built you up an effigy....

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Blue Jay

I cupped the fallen fledgling in my palm,
And unwittingly, caused the neck
To retract the mere measure as had
Raised the hand. 

Lowering the foundling, the head rose.
Really?  I continued. Down, up;
Extend, retract, eyes fixed
Always...

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Tents of various colours in parade across the sands
It's summer time in Brighton as the sun beams down so grand

Families too many to mention, on blanketed abound
Whilst laughter resonates from the children all around

Even nature...

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Gone forever, the used ones
Never can it be set aside for future use
As food, fuel or money can be
Can it be stored like a pea?

Like a large swift river 
Ever flowing forward
Neither can be stopped...

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