Seaman Poems - Poems about Seaman

The eternal seaman Coming from the sea, he stayed at a B/B hotel Churchill  near the railway station in Liverpool, a handy place for working women to bring their customers, who would come home late blaming overtime at the office. At the hotel was the captain/lieutenant waiting for secondment, he suspected the wait would take some time because the officer  had...

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Out at sea, facing a dark heartfelt storm. Heading for a lighthouse, taking him home. Looking at a lit place, over the Hill. Music and laughter, the night was not still. In a mood for company, He went in. Walked to the bar an ordered a Tonic and Gin. Slow music playing as He sat alone. Finished his...

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While on the topic of blood kith and kin, I relate another fabricated poem about blimey bloke of a fisherman. Trawl tale of a fictitious seaman told to ye... Courtesy webbed whirled wide net wit cursing thwarted life, liberty and pursuit of happiness if eavesdropper, you would discern nasality – cause uvula split holed within mancave unit b44, a regular...

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Somewhere far beneath the mystic tide golden fish swim and shy mermaids hide. Magical creatures seen by keen eyes dance with waves tinted by blue of skies. what if, by night, a different tune, upon sea rocks, attended by Lune an old seaman, long beard and long hair plays color-filled notes on silver lyre. It happens each night if waves aren't high the songs...

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The eternal seaman Coming from the sea, he stayed at a B/B hotel Churchill near the railway station in Liverpool, a handy place for working women to bring their customers, who would come home late blaming overtime at the office. At the hotel was the captain/lieutenant waiting for secondment, he suspected the wait would take some time because the...

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Walking along the seashore Sand sifting through my toes, Pondering ancient mariner lore Walking along the seashore, Scenes my mind can scarce restore Of sailors and their pirate foes, Walking along the seashore Sand sifting through my toes. Written March 10, 2022...

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Sailor men, bell-bottom dressed, They know what ladies like the best: Strong men, with hair upon their chest And with duration well possessed. So come ye maidens howe’er you look, If you can bake or you can cook Come out ye from your sheltered nook And do not pleasure overlook....

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A man attracted to the sound of waves Ended up to live in the lighthouse Since then His job is to hang the things Floating in the ocean At this port Ships come in from all over the world Some travel on the sea of tears Of hearts that have never reached to their beloved ones And fell into the salty waters Hearts, shaped like...

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He was turbulent, fearful, and a dipsomaniac. He was dead to the target, undeniable emulation of his father. So I've been told. Equated with many of his uneducated and socially stigmatized peers, starting at an early age he worked menial jobs until he married and asserted himself to a position on a cargo ship as a...

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Seamen of HMS Dribble Take Sundays off just to quibble They all enjoy The Cabin boy But which of them gets "First Nibble"?...

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How can one be a, Master seaman if the sea, Is forever calm....

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A Bo'sun in the pub was wheezing From Wanda Mann's underhand teasing An organist by trade And accomplished milkmaid Her fingers were quite busy squeezing The Bo'sun recalled a sperm whale That spouted away in a gale Wanda knew how whales blow And performed it just so The Bo'sun would buy her more ale The Bo'sun was never a sinner And saw her a champion winner He...

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(scoured from dregs of me muss held head) I shore up a vignette to free my ("FAKE") grandfather Hymie, whose scrunched countenanced evinced beetle that of browed monkey he spent his entire life at sea his thick calloused hands and ruddy complexion re enforced non verbal body language voluminous tomes smoothed nick holed money to countless years (spilling into decades) exposed to salty spittle...

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There once was a seaman named Seymour Who dived thirty feet down the ocean floor When he spotted a great white shark He swam up to the top like a rocket spark And left the sea for the mountains of Lenoir ring size 8.5 azure color...

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My grandfather Hymie spent his entire life at sea his thick calloused hands and ruddy complexion re enforced non verbal body language voluminous tomes as testimony to countless years (spilling into decades) exposed...

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