Short Aweigh Poems
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island
craving dust
no more water
says enough is enough —
send-off
9/3/2019
(Hurricane Dorian)
What a grate dey it is
Sonny whether and awl
Let's wring in Spring Brake
Thyme for fun, half a bawl.
Cum on, let's get aweigh
and lei on the beech
reed books by the serf
sea and bee scene.
Wheel watch waives bye the peer
Whet hour feat and hour tows
Ewe just mite meat Mr. Write
Theirs a chants, who nose?
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Just belay, will you,
hook-up and just stay.
Grab a mooring,
until the break of day.
Or ride at anchor on line,
rode to sea's bedstead,
instead.
Just belay, and moreover just stay,
steadfast and sheltered, right here secure,
with no if and buts
for up-anchor, quick-and-away lifts,
to aweigh, your belay stay
with me today.
this sea
has cast its
wildest fury
for many months
relentless
aweigh
and through
the straights
into the far
and open
with wearied
sails upon
an infernal vessel
flailing madly
in the gust
but the stern
cuts the billow
aft for dreams
of home in a
quiet harbor
where anchors
will lay down
in the sand
as they have
often longed
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A runner plagued
by endless thirst,
tried all manner of things
to end the curse.
A camel bag or bottle
slowed his pace.
His yen for simple,
lasting relief, became a race -
Relentless!
Seeing smooth pebbles
in the bed of a stream,
he took a pea-sized one;
stowing it under his tongue.
His saliva flowed;
his thirst was gone, up-aweigh!
Until the bump, the trip;
the slip from tongue -
Breathless!
Laying inn the grass watching the clouds float buy, my mined wanders aweigh as eye smell that apple pi.
I've patiently waited four spring and now that's it's hear awl eye want two dew is sit outside and drink a bier.
I've waited four warmer whether and too bee outdoors, butt today I'm stuck inside and that's such a boar.
Spring inn Pennsylvania isn't as it seams, it goes from wareing shorts on a Monday then down to zero degrees.
Lucky Mi!
04/27/2015
Anchors without rancour are rare today.
They don’t just report rumors, they dissect some.
Men like Brinkley and Huntley, anchors aweigh,
anchors without rancour.
They steer clear of party-lines with no humdrum.
No newshawk floored CBS such a long stay
as Walter Cronkite whose candor ranks as plumb.
War correspondents, like Murrow kept at bay
and cleared away critics like so much pond scum.
Mark Levin at FOX deals much in the same way -
anchors without rancour.
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*Image of Night Out Ideas by S.CA
Guys Night Out
We’re going to see a show on Broadway,
About the navy called “Anchors Aweigh,”
A high-priced meal was too much, a cliche,
So we settled for a sidewalk cafe,
Listening to street bands, playing reggae,
Our waitress came with a varied entree,
Great meal, as well as the service, per se,
We gave a tip and a note to convey,
The show waits; we’re hoping there’s no ballet.
*RZ & HMS; 10 syllables per 9 lines.