Teakwood Poems - Poems about Teakwood

...A world apart from whats normal prehaps it's the whats then between the first and last time folks gossiped the world a were witches meet a place were withches worship things these Wicca witche......Read the rest...

...There is a new mythology emerging, Howling from the hind end of the pack, Scorching the composted leavings Of established orthodoxy as a pillar of flame Showing the way for true rock & roller......Read the rest...

...Dropped anchor off the Fever Coast ‘board a rake-masted schooner Spooked by Ahab’s ghost. Lamps glowered through the yawning blanks Casting bone-twisted shadows Over teakwood planks. Salt bi......Read the rest...

...Stereo Typical G.I. David J Walker Admittedly I was way to easy The stereo typical G.I. The guy Willing to buy The cool green Lights in a Teakwood box connecting Overpriced Hi......Read the rest...

...As I gaze upon the majestic moon, She walks abreast in her silver shoon. To and fro I stroll and see, A sublime glimmer on the teak wood tree. As the tranquil woods were calling me, I sprinted......Read the rest...

...I step outside to get some air upon the ship’s fine teakwood deck, the North Atlantic air bites deep, I raise my collar ’round my neck. Remind myself that it’s April, and that it must be near ......Read the rest...

...in sponson's wake of beetled prow, cold foam formed horizons far, gray mist above, blue black below, pitted keel thrum anchored flow, splintered spar led teakwood jibe dawn broke on that deepe......Read the rest...

...Sorted memories of Augsburg abyss the tranquil lessons above empty channels of you and I why I've catered to the flicker of light coming from the corridor down the hall where the teakwood ......Read the rest...

...did you believe i had gone beyond the corsica moment the being driven wild beneath the tan skirt the city painted so nicely an yet we never opened the canvas oh how well you noticed the t......Read the rest...

...The Old Ship-Wright I’ve held the stars in the palm of my hand And ladled the sunrise where no man has been I’ve forged my anchors from hellish fires And planed fine teakwood that served th......Read the rest...

...Stained glass castle with teakwood walls fingers heating up the keys sent soulful down the halls Leather bound book of Paris from 1928 maps of streets which know your feet which your return d......Read the rest...