Tacking Poems - Poems about Tacking

...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 li......Read the rest...

...What have you gone and done? All I gave forgotten, forge on alone Born and then torn apart again Navigation of ornamental pain How, knowing this do I go on? It cannot be that all hope is gone ......Read the rest...

...The mellow western sky darkened, The sea was calm that night, Yachts tacking across the bay Towards their appointed piers. Luminous moon rays shimmer Over wavelets that bathed The coloured pe......Read the rest...

...On the cliff at the Worm’s Head High above the horns of the bay I see the surfers ride great waves With horses’ manes That ever fail, but never end In the strong Atlantic surge......Read the rest...

...The English language is a potpourri of foreign words whose sources vary from Sanskrit, Latin, Greek and Swahili and others original to our vocabulary. For snobs these imports have become a w......Read the rest...

...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-l......Read the rest...

...I am the almighty Beangoose, Jokester to the stars, But more so of a man that would rise and fall. They also call me quizmaster, Though I'm now more of a spellcaster... Reading daily tarot to ......Read the rest...

...I feel sorrow and dread when they borrow ideas from Marx. The sorry living, and the dead, know it never works. It never has in the least. To that, let the millions of people this theory has kill......Read the rest...

...I see it now flying low over silver-spumed waves. I am a watcher I can enlarge the picture zoom in look into bright midnight eyes as if it were I that propelled it. Sprea......Read the rest...

...Blue Jay I cupped the fallen fledgling in my palm, And unwittingly, caused the neck To retract the mere measure as had Raised the hand. Lowering the foundling, the head rose. Really? I co......Read the rest...

...Two, perhaps three miles out to sea, beyond the reef to Zapatillas, Bocas’ dual sand-edged footprint jewels with jungle centre trees, Francesco’s outboard boat heads out to Caribbean’s deeper blue......Read the rest...

...bloated girth deceased, not surprisingly packed orotund size appetite conveniently weighted gravity helped fell giant gourmand chowhound demise linkedin automatically tightened neckerchief doub......Read the rest...

...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 tell......Read the rest...

...If there is any deity out there, And if you hear my voice cracking, Why’d you let the seams tear, And let the animosity come tacking. I’ve built you up in my faith, I’ve built you up an effigy.......Read the rest...

...Akin to a journalist (hoofing NOT huffing on the beat) heedful, mindful, and pain fully aware, bleat me, asper caveats help me set sights tacking within parameters of lawfulness, when questing......Read the rest...