Short Ferry Poems
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ride with dream
some have map guilds
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FERRY RIDE
Leaning on the rail,
Clasping a clutch bag of dreams.
Sea spray blends with tears.
Propellers churn memories,
Of Love betrayed and submerged.
they come in town
won't look around
than its like a rat pack
all syack
you see them smoke
there also old goat
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BIG CITY
FERRY BOAT
There was a man called Terry
Who captained his own Ferry
When his ship hit a rock
He recovered from the shock
Drinking a bottle of Sherry.
The ocean
Gave a gift to me
A coin for passage
Across the sea
To pay the ferryman
Should I need to cross
To light the lanterns
So I won't
Get lost
it was hugs and stugs
at night under the moon light
as ferry cruise
its lke good news
kiss and did all this
nothing miss
love one one anuther
we on a tirp that dip
FERRY LOVERS
Everyone is sleeping,
As we glide across the lake towards home.
The shore line, glows in the distance.
The engine hums below the water.
And somehow I am captivated,
By the beauty of a single moment.
As we gobble berry
And devour cherry
The heart is merry
Towards Bliss on a ferry
For Jerry and Kerry
And for Perry and Terry
As we indulge berry
And mouths cram with cherry
Disappointments we bury
And our woes the dreary
Then, a reply that shouldn’t me weary:
Where’s my promised berry
And guaranteed cherry?
I'm writing this poem on the ferry.
How much do I like this? Well, very!
The water, when smooth,
Does nothing but soothe
And my stress I am able to bury.
Though sometimes the river is choppy;
My handwritten words come out sloppy.
But still, I can write;
On my desktop, tonight,
I will print out a neatened-up copy.
Hurry, hurry, don't miss the ferry
That takes you up to Londonderry
They are having their annual fair
You'll hear them sing Londonderry Air.
Take the trolley up to London town
Where London Bridge is Falling Down
Be sure to listen for old Big Ben
And when you leave come back again.
written August 30, 2021
Young Terri loved a ferry ride,
She rode it all the time,
She'd put the money in the slot
To ride the ferry line.
The ferry rose up and down
Upon the harbour wave,
Sometimes she'd hear the foghorn
Blown by Ferry Master Dave.
When Terri arrived at the dock,
They'd put the gangplank down,
She'd whistle down the walkway,
Then stroll around the harbour town.
Ferry man elf rode in on a stream
From the River Styx, or at least it seemed….
We were a tiny bit afraid of this elf so gray.
He had appeared suddenly on this somber day.
Do you think he’s here to collect? Someone asked.
It would be mean, and it’s such an awful task!
We did not know, but we gave him a wide berth.
This ferry man elf who sprung from middle earth.
The water laps the ferry dock;
I keep my eyes upon the clock
For soon my chariot will arrive.
(We city people hate to drive!)
The schedule is accurate
And rarely strays the slightest bit.
I know that at 3:46
It will be here, so time for tix.
I open up the trusty app;
A few clicks later, it's a wrap.
I'll flash my phone and strut onboard;
A peaceful ride is my reward.
8:15
The island ferry rumbles at the port
A stream of tourists scramble from the rear
As the sun goes down behind the concrete
Taxi doors glow in colours that can't be
Bought, sold or caught.
8:53
The Oil truck rumbles at the port
A stream of sweat with the change of gear
5 attempts to scramble up the drawbridge
And an empty bottle of beer
Glowing like an emerald on the wall
Diamonds dancing upon the waters
I see the giants lining up along the shore line
some dipping
as if thirsty
into the sparkling waters
I see birds
wings spread wide to catch the breezes of the spinning earth
and watch them soar
in search of sustenance
I smell the salt laden air
that permeates every pore of my skin
and I feel taken away
to be alive is to experience
with all our senses.
By heck it was cold on the Humber ferry
The water was deep and Hull smelled like leather
May I mention the bridge it’s all there’s left
The boat man’s gone, it must be the Styx
Right it was cold on the Humber ferry
!ow I’m a widow from him who I married
His mother was Hilda his father was Harry
His father went fast but his mother did tarry
We could well have drowned her
If she had come on the ferry.
Heard the sound of a horn this morning
Pulled back the curtains and realized
The night dream still must be going
The waves splashed by before my eyes
The tourist ferry had just moored
Passengers disembarked on the shore
It seems that your face has appeared
For a split second, or maybe more
I began to look closely, but very soon
I got dressed and hurried down the stairs;
The snow swirled under fainting moon
The streak of dawn spread in the air.
Tapping a biro against a mug
Waiting, but then it happens
We're closing for the day
God is sitting in my office
I've written a song for Bryan Ferry
Nobody but Bryan will do
But I don't know Bryan and
I have no way to get the song to him
Who is humming this to me?
I don't run away from the fire, I run straight towards it
I'm waiting by the phone
For the movie offer for my books
Me and Jericho, roof down, route 66
Undergoing much revision
took trip on ferry
waves seemed to be so scary
sizes would vary
(that applies to both ferry and waves)
had been contrary
only fools take a ferry
ugly wife marry
ride ferry had urge
great idea did emerge
buy my ticket splurge
after trip would end
only small amount did spend
ferry my new friend
would rain more and more
on ferry started to pour
on each beach and shore
knew without a doubt
from ferry we caught a trout
saw whale which would spout