Short Tacking Poems
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A fat flouncy funky flunky house sparrow bobs and bows his way tacking like a clinker built
dingy sailing across our sea of grass catching worms fattened by May's sun and showers .
Will Not Receive My Backing
Trump will not receive any of my backing,
While from him are receiving a shellacking;
Total trouble make;
Being breath taker;
Sailboat turned over after all of his tacking.
Jim Horn
Chet grabbed my story and claimed it as his own.
Tacking on a slightly different ending.
I kept my mouth shut about this.
War has obliterated his own stories.
PTSD dangles him in a state of web-like anxiety.
If claiming my stories makes him happy, then great.
I am glad to be of service to this Vietnam War vet.
growing up
we now have
a son who is
compared to
a free range
chicken
he is muscular
skateboarding
cycling around
and karate but
he did go off the
grid and without
cooping up
or telling what
was thought
to be our fence
he took German
in defense and
attacked with
tacking a flank
blitzkrieg upon
his wall and last
of all he knew to
let his hair grow
L
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Form:
Through pink glasses aiming Northward
Arctic lights and arrows quiver
The city life drags the final sword
As a sugar shack lilts with the river
The bow is his selenite
Mantra to foe, making them shudder
The amulet is his kryptonite
A tiller man now with no rudder
Longer boats to take him away await
Tacking slowly to avoid live minds
Leave a trail of very odd gait
Lowering his remains below water lines
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!
FEATHERED GALLEONS
Swans - eight white-sailed galleons
Bobbing on the choppy River Boyne,
Without tacking, heading into the wind:
Flotilla - organised, disciplined,
Sailing in line ahead through the spray,
Their feathers fluttering in slight disarray
As they stroked their way upstream:
White eight on a watery light beam.
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NOTE
The River Boyne is a very picturesque river in Ireland.