Short Starboard Poems
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Sailboat
sails set
starboard sheets taut
west winds ten knots
wheel steady in my hand
not a cloud in the blue sky
fresh salt air
there was a young man from Altoona
who went to the ocean to catch tuna
the boat lurched to starboard
he was flung overboard
and he met a shark that was out to catch humans
Ship
Sonar
Sea captain
Sailors aboard
Search
Squall
Strike sails
Starboard side
Swinging the lead
Swell
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starboard saints
rowing ridges over
trembling tides, we're
brewing boulders topped with
wintery whitecaps
sinking slowly, we whisper
defeated dirges to the
abyssal plains
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Joanna Davis
Once a silly sailor,
sat upon a ship
Drank a barrel of rum;
thought he’d take a dip
Looked left and right.
then over starboard side
Saw a hump back whale
so he asked him for a ride
'No!' Said the whale,
I’ve far too much to do
to spend time wasting
with a sailor as silly as you!
a school
of dolphins-
on the starboard
a synchronised swimming
display
NOTE:A cinqku is an 'English language 'version of a tanka with 17 syllables 2;3;4;6;2
no title and last two(or three) lines being a surprise/comment on the first three
lines &was created by American poet Denis Garrison
Siren-red hair, it screams from port.
Starboard aflame with twilight’s trance.
Intense Paulette ~ the sea’s consort.
Siren-red hair, it screams from port,
nudging the captain and his court.
Danger at dawn - high risk romance.
Siren-red hair, it screams from port.
Starboard aflame with twilight’s trance.
1/8/2021
She is the pearl in my shell
In the heart of my harbor
When I pull into port
She keeps on pulling me starboard
Into her ocean of love
In fact, the only thing scarier
Than a clouded night landing
On the deck of a carrier
Is a moment without her
I want to shout her name
Out and then marry her
I want to drown in
The currents that carry her
I once turned me frigate to port
Grounded on Her Majesty's fort
I thought it was petty
They valued their jetty
And threw me in a prison of sort
I learned here that starboard means right
I wish I had known it that night
Born as a dyslexic
Directions eclectic
A natural sea captain's fright
7-31-18
For Carolyn Devonshire's contest Sea Tales -
gift for a lady
You ran roughshod over my sandcastle
Without a flicker of commotion
diverting the starboard
and finding ourselves
at a yawning beach
Did you see yourself
as a seashell
Did you cast an enchanted look
There's always a sea song
for a remedy overdue
Shake off the foam
and clear your head
Did you see yourself as a crab
yet noted the World didn't care enough
The old captain retired
At 65, he had skippered the ship
for ten years
and was at a loss as to what to do
The first officer was in his new
uniform to take the command
He had noticed the old man
coming on the bridge
In the morning, opened a drawer
He only had the key to
Curious, the new master opened
it, and on a folded sheet of paper
was written
Starboard is right
Portside is left
M
a
y
I, you may
play dress up
with showers
treat your crown
to flowers
trade in the cold
for warmer hours
M
a
y
I, you may
tiptoe outside
whisper
to the zephyr
eye the blossoms
as they sashay
port and starboard
M
a
y
I, you may
remember
Mother’s Day
with tears
and smiles
and cheers
M
a
y
I, you may
look forward
to Summer days
with a plentiful
garden of praise
SAME MAN, SAME FOLK
The day I adorned value:
Damask king of attire
Gold made me new mint
And my finery nonpareil ;
Even kings called me son.
Then dearth dressed me up
In a calico from cockroach’s jaw
And hooves that tilted starboard
It was want’s magic moment:
The visible turned invisible.
So I wondered what had changed
Same man , same folk
Then a thought sprang up in me :
No one avoids a man because
He rode on a horse yesterday.
She came aboard my sinking ship
a death blow to the bow,
attempts to bail and keep afloat
this mariners tattered sails.
Plot a new course and navigate
in storms and angry seas,
this vessel lists in the swells
life plundered by piracy.
Now this new maidens charge
is to steer starboard side,
for a new sheltered port
with rising tides.
This once scuttled ship
ill winds cast adrift,
is now tacking leeward
this sailors gift!
Sails flick while chattering
To the wind deciding
How to best throw itself
Into its arms.
Port rocks to starboard
And back again
While I'm throwing my insides
Over the rail into the sea.
Mainsail catches and off we go
Pushed along by nothing
Except the breath of the sea
My stomach as a sacrifice.
The water decides most things
And today to swell and fall
Bucking like a horse.
It's just the risk you take
When you let her be herself.
DOG WATCH
Dog walking askew in front of me
Musta read a sailing manual.
Listed to starboard about ten degrees
Against the taut leash on his port quarter.
Rudder seemed jammed 30 degrees to port:
And he tacked into the footpath ahead.
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And I try...
and I cry.
What if I said it would be good?
Do you think maybe you could
try?
I know you are not within the realm
of
my life.
I try to be understood.
Always at the helm.
You were my love,
you always stood
by my side,
but you kicked me down
at the stern
stern glances
passing chances.
but still at the bow
I bow unto you
my captain!
starboard!
I board that star!
and sail away..................
and now...
shipwrecked
Turn off the city lights
Rake the wind and
rake her leaves
rethink the cost
till its toil
a boat ride in the seas
smashing rocks
to the tide
a moons roll
the starboard side
of a porcelain soul
everyone is asleep
on the riverside
the tide flaps the shore
waiting in the grains my bare feet
sucked down in the sand
with each gaping moment
a splash in my hand
her breast form a shadow
i watch her dance
my reflection in the mirror
a warriors stance