Long Trawlers Poems

Alaska; the wilderness state, the last frontier:
Where majestic mountains,
Deliver streams into flowing rivers:
Down slopes covered in forests
Of Sitka Spruce and Western Hemlock,
That dominates the landscape.
The name Alaska originates
From the Aleut word ‘Alyeska,’
Meaning the ‘mainland’ or...

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My dearest Cordelia: I scribe this letter now to you from domestic port, the embrace of our farewell still entrenched deeply in my mind. The morn is now upon the tranquil bay and the fishing...

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I stand atop a mountain tall,
look down upon the land,
the forests clinging to the slopes,
green valleys long and grand.
Rivers carve torrents right through them,
can still hear them up here,
cabins scattered amongst the woods,
one such belongs...

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Beneath my tendrils,
Hidden by waves of despair
Lie Souls lost in storms nightmare
No cross, or family visitors,
 Except crabs and eels 
And curious seals

Picking away at the last semblance
That made them once human
The seas sermon, their...

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she was a sassy little mermaid
with only one ardent wish
to wreak havoc on mankind
for introducing chips to fish
she’d sit upon that lorelei rock
and keep her constant check
and in the cold weather wore
a cardi zipped up...

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Blood money isn’t paid in silver these days,
just transferred to your account
with a sheet of computerised data
to tell you their proffered amount.
I’m standing over the fish sheds,
to my front near empty docks,
to my rear swift...

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Standing here feeling the constancy of the trade winds blowing my hair around
I marvel at the bright whiteness of the birds flying in their madly screaming love of 
life
Again I try to focus on one....

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I catch myself roaming around our cottage by the bay this July--- the glare of sun toasting shells along the coast. My mind wanders on until nets are hauled by fishermen of our town, arms...

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It was a year of revolutions
Worldwide, quiet little fights
Wanting more from democracy?
Fighting for Civil Rights.?
From Hull three trawlers sank
February, fifty eight lives lost,
Adding to that 10 thousand
Deep sea fishing would finally cost.

They called them Headscarf...

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trawlers steam out from dutch harbour
patroling the frozen waves
serching for gold under the sea 
to feed my family

in the wheelhouse the stars shine in
skyes dark and air so thin
no mater where this vessel takes me
my...

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Within the strands that capture attention,
    Layered by levels to constantly attract.
        Is a web that's woven in multiplicity,
      ...

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I adventure through jungles

And tropical lands, 

I travel deserts over vast area of nothing but sand, 

I sail the oceans on the jet stream

I work on trawlers fishing in the extreme, 

I hide from spies...

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Once almost a little village
Within the city’s bounds,
Huddled around the fish dock
With its own smells and sounds,
Streets of rows of terraces
All well kept and neat,
Pride shining through
Every worker Street.

Deckies, Filleters, Bobbers
All closely living there, 
The...

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The little thrill as the wave’s ripple in
Making the hairs stand up, on the surface of my skin.
The kiss of the sun with its warm breath so light
As it soothes my skin with warmth and...

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A happy new year needs a new resolution 
To sort out my lifestyle - to find a solution
I'll stop fishing each day - from dawn until dusk
I should be proactive - not follow blind luck

I'll...

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Fishwives 

In junkets to 
     the golden shore 
Beside the cobalt 
     sea of lore 
Was told of dwellings 
     and rapscallions
Of ramshackled...

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LOTUS FOR SLOPING KNEES
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the contentment of disheveled twigs
sitting on shoulders of humming trees,
the sunlight wafting shades on meshed nets---
it is before early morning, pale always ever,
pagan and pliant as the swoon 
of winged winds. after...

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Gone with the wind.....

When I walk along on the ocean shore
my old memories swirling in my mind
Recollect my days when I was with you
We held our hands and walked together
while your head rest on my...

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Slips marked and mapped across the intercoastal waterways
 a scanning breached out of high low tidal waves,
silent, still, obscure, and not well hidden
 liveaboards hold steady isolated sheltered misgivings;
embedded and anchored in place
 buoys secure...

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The past is a thought.

The coastal fishing town in Peru was charming
its upland was bare and light brown, with roads 
looking like scars caused by a triple Bye-Pass.
The sky was enormous, the biggest ever seen
but...

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Gone with the wind.....

When I walk along on the ocean shore
my old memories swirling in my mind
Recollect my days when I was with you
We held our hands and walked together
while your head rest on my...

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the human race
how many subspecies
do you know

orange sunsets
they were once all red
the status quo

housemartins... late
nesting on a window pane
swallows in the porch

dunnock feeding
on suet balls for the tits
goldfinch on niger

smooth newts... fifty plus
til the lawned...

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Where the earth, 
either scorched or drowned,
meets the fire of war 
or the floods of indifference,
where the sky,
once pristine, now flight-scarred,
meets the trawlers and the oil rigs
on the dying sea,
and the righteousness
that you wore as...

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If DAY was GOD
What have yew done this DAY little man pray tell us just what have yew 
accomplished at all. Tell us all in your own words just what has been done that 
you...

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Sustainable Fishing 
Theirs`s were small fishing vessels with painted eyes on 
the bow, the eyes of cunning 
The men went out early to catch the biggest fish with 
hooks and line and at what landlubbers...

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