A CHANCE TO SAIL IS ALL I ASK
A CHANCE TO RIDE THE WIND.
I’VE DREAMED THIS DREAM A MILLION TIMES,
THEN DREAMED IT ALL AGAIN.
I’VE CAST ALL LINES, AND RIGGED THE SAIL,
I EVEN CHART THE COURSE.
MORNING COMES AND I’M STILL HERE,
JUST ANOTHER DREAM OF COURSE.
IT’S NO SENSE WAITING FOR YOUR SHIP TO COME IN,
IF YOU HAVEN’T SENT ANY TO SEA.
WITH THIS ADVICE I’VE TAKEN THE STEP,
I BOUGHT A BOAT YOU SEE.
SO NOW MY DREAMS WILL ALL COME TRUE,
AS SOON AS I CAST THIS LINE.
I’M GOING OUT TO RIDE THE WIND,
BUT I’LL (SEA) YOU AGAIN SOMETIME.
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A POEM MADE UP OF CLICHES
At Poetry Soup we're admonished
Never to use cliches
They provide us an extensive list
For the error of our ways
But one thing you can rely on
Is people just don't pay heed
Like a dog gnawing a ham bone
Poets write stuff unfitten to read
Over and over again
I traverse the road less traveled
No one understands me
I feel worn to a frazzle
When all is said and done
I'll just wish upon a star
Or perhaps I'll follow the sun
And hope I don't go too far
Since fools rush in
Where angels fear to trod
And people get under my skin
I'll go by the grace of God
When life takes an unexpected twist
And you're plagued by a multitude of sin
Not making money hand over fist
Misery loves company and broken hearts never mend
You have reached the end of your rope
Tired of waiting for your ship to come in
Don't sit around and mope
'Cause you have fences to mend
Curtis Moorman
30 November 2018
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