Short Fore And Aft Poems

A young rogue named Finn
Ran away with an escaped slave,Jim,
Down the river on a raft
On the Mississippi this tale was craft-
Encounters & adventures,fore and aft....

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My eager man bought me a wee thong
which I put on to best get along
but rubbing bugging attacks
soon whacked my fore and aft crack.
My pinged pong found his dingdonged thong wrong.

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On Reading

Voyages ‘pon seas
Of ink and tide
On journeys
O’er oceans wide

In time transported
By imagination ferried
To exotic ports and 
To treasures buried

Made of paper and page
A fragile craft
No more than a hand span 
From fore to aft

But a transport no less…
Through both space and time
Crewed only by a lone
…And inquisitive mind…


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I like to think 
that poetry
has intrinsic value
above and beyond 
the actual craft…

That the origins
of poetry’s meter
and rhyme precede
each preliminary
draft…

That something, perhaps
even spiritual, transcends
the fore-and-aft…

And when the writer
thinks to scuttle
a work, as often
inherently we do, 

always
may there be angels
floating him
a Literary-raft…....

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Staring Fore and Aft
By: Tom Wright 
5/12/03]

We oft stare hinder,
knowing that there, lurks only time spent.
We embrace in thought those days without birth,
while probing their existence.
We're cognizant of frailties at discerning the future.
We should rather, focus on time at hand
for this is all we possess.
Time can ne'er be secure beyond today’s moment.
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