Short Batten Down Poems
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A confirmed landlubber is my friend Pete
At water sports my friend Pete can't compete
Once he tried on some skis
Almost drowned in the sea
Going rafting? ~ Batten down Pete's aisle seat
Batten down hatches
as hurricane season is
with us once again.
The alphabet will
roll out names like Katrina
fraught with memories
even for west coast
voyeurs in awe of weather
we never have felt.
Batten down the hatches!
Bar the doors!
For the storm looms above
boiling hot with natures wrath.
Stand tall men! Do not waiver!
Or run like the cowards you are
leaving me to tarry through the storm
wrecked by waves and rain
till I'm nothing but
splintered battered wood.
Let me tell you a tale
Of a wild ride on the tail
Of a whale
So through the water he splashes
Hither and fro he dashes
Batten down the hatches
I never thought Id ride a whale anywhere
Its fun up in the air
But terrible under the water down there
So up and down I go
For how long I don't know
I just hope he doesn't blow
- Underway
Batten down hatches,
Engine order telegraph...
Clangs full steam ahead.
- Crossing The Bar
Gray sky’s foreboding,
Waves crashing over the bow...
The steal womb shudders.
- Making Way
The days grow longer,
As gulls climb on the fresh breeze...
Betwixt and between.
- Arrival
Red, right, returning,
Tugs hasten our arrival...
Heaving lines are thrown.
...(fall, winter, spring, summer)
Hurricane Matthew is lurking like a message from the Devil.
It is sinister and daunting, putting millions in peril.
The forces of nature are giving us an ominous hello,
Putting on an enormous and frightening show.
This is a sobering reminder of our fragile mortality.
We pray that disaster won’t be a sad reality.
You have to respect the size of this monster storm.
Batten down the hatches, and watch it perform!
Batten down the hatches –
A storm is on its way.
Don’t know when it’s comin’
Or how long it’s gonna stay.
Every market’s crowded –
People gathering supplies.
No one wants to be caught short
Or taken by surprise.
Plans are being canceled,
Dates all rearranged –
Phones and laptops busy as
New info is exchanged.
We’re ready for the tempest –
We’ve got flashlights, candles, matches.
I’m prepared to do some battening,
But what the hell are hatches?