Louhi Louhi, me gotta go
Louhi Louhi, me gotta go.
Fine little demoness waits for me
Me sail across Pohjola Sea
Me sail dat ship all alone
I never think I go back home.
Oh Louhi Louhi, oh behbee now, me gotta go
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Louhi Louhi, me gotta go.
Three nights and days me sail that sea
Me thinks of Louhi constantly
An on de ship I dream she dare
I smell the sulphur in her hair.
Ohhhh Louhi Louhi, oh no, me gotta go
Yah yah yah yah yah yah
Louhi Louhi, ye mama now, me gotta go
I say, me gotta go.
Seafaring cats on the deep blue sea
They float away relaxed, happy and carefree
I wish I was along, oh my, oh sigh, oh sorry me.
I could use some of that joy, fiddle oh, fiddle dee.
a page of my diary
penned in blues
crimped fold over fold
crafted into an origami boat
set afloat to drift free
dreams and aspirations
captured in yearning
poured out and launched
seafaring under a starry vault
desperate plea to the winds of fate
AP: 1st place 2020, Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on May 13, 2020 to contest SHUTTER SPEED sponsored by KAI MICHAEL NEUMANN - RANKED 3RD
My seafaring days
Have come to an end
All that brash exuberance
Of youth,
Now wasted on younger men.
W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 2018.
Seafaring Foreigner
In steerage on a steamer with
Figs conceiving in Vesuvian soil
Hidden in a pot of a sturdy trunk
Made of hope and adventure. Fear of
Sights unseen and joys unbeknownst
Of sons and daughters yet.
Hazy canyons of skyscraping giants
Overshadow brick row houses
Hard at work, ethnic pride
Shameful bathing, worn-in
Clothing and nourishment
Beyond the return to
Much worse.
Sunrise at Sea
past salt sight sun rises
rubs the whitecaps from her eyes
stretches forever
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air heavy with spice
salt crisp on my lips and mind
eyes blinded by stars
Exile
callous bejeweled
I’m keeping secrets hidden
salt upon my skin
Gulf of Mexico
watching the moon set
sinking into the Black Sea
orange slice slowly
Red Sky at Night
Sailors delight night
waking in strangest place
I did it sideways
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now too long at sea
always another gangway
now too long on land
Port of Call
if my ship comes in
sails slow into your harbor
will you be waiting
Its course is set by tended wheel
A man of salt stands at the helm
Not led by maps, but stars reveal
The far off island, called King’s Realm
The spray of mist falls fast upon
The rough exterior of this man
With squinted eyes, to see the dawn
The island shows up just as planned
A smile he forms with stogy stuck
This one man crew now sees his gold
He’ll gain fortune, which is his luck
He knew his destiny, it was foretold
But, had he forgotten stories, well
The rocks enslaving the islands wealth
For not many men had lived to tell
Of the pierced ships and stolen health
Alas, an inlet that’s sure to guide
He’ll then cast anchor to make shore
For truth, the riches cannot hide
He’ll take them all, then take more
But, at very last, a wave broke course
A bed of rocks became his berth
When more had come with sounding force
That assured him then of island’s curse
Now, splinters of his ship do drift
As he so watches from the shore
The destruction came ever swift
For lot of gold, he wants no more
A ship is what he wants for sure
'O,my love
how my vessel creaks,this lifelong quest
...........passion inflamed on torrid sea's
searching shore to shore,with no harbor to rest
The standard I bear,proclaiming intention
banner's flutter the wind,as my heart
pounds a quickened pace, for oar's duration
Distant,far reached continent's,many
empty tropical island's are plenty
but....there is only one,still bay
that I wish to anchor.....
My search continue's,as I long to find her.....
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