A yacht would be the cherry on the daiquiri
but a tad too opulent for me
Give this admiral a sturdy old dinghy
let me row my way out to sea
A mansion with all the trimmings
six carports, servants quarters separate
Then again, with my aging Edsels
why invest now; I’m not desperate
Ah, a round-the-world cruise
just the tonic to soothe
Yet relaxing at home on my couch
I peruse the planet on TV, munch and slouch
So, just let me alone and leave me be
bathroom breaks ~ adventure enough for me
Tall, proud, somewhat conceited,
the elegant yacht sailed into the bay
(a place of meetings,
snuggery to a medley of lesser idols)
as a swan takes to a lake.
It dropped anchor,
aloof from the rest,
aware of the stare of covetous eyes,
it basked in calm waters.
Come night, its garland of lights
illumine the grace of a presence;
a rarity, speaking of riches,
unimaginable wealth;
dipping and bowing in exaggerated gestures:
a language all its own.
At the break of day, it set sail once more,
on a broad reach leaving the barnacled bay behind,
distancing itself from the blue bay’s waters,
the green of its eyes.
Yet, miles away on a distant shore,
once fierce waves, now a dying wake
make a gentle ripple
shifting the sands of envy
even as memory of its billowing sails
vanishes over the horizon
urged on by the persistence of protective winds.
(1st Prize in Craig Cornish's A Broad Reach Contest)
A partner in man's affairs
As lively involved in
Hangs out for each sail's appeal
To invigorate it
No happier is the wind
To be so recognized.
At least by the winning yacht!
Others did such omit!
Protruding pole in the middle
The top look like a keel that light
During the night in the midst of the bay
Your like a swan in the day time heralding
Its huge but gentle to look at its rarity
Seldom ordinary people has own you White
Now I see you move in smooth sailing
With girls and gents wearing sunglasses
The point of your richness and affluency
All eyes looking as you passed by with hope
That one day each has dock you in their dream
You swarm the sea with pride and with brevity
Careful pilot not to trouble the waves with rage
Because you're precious, rare but with worth
It's like a love that only longing for comfort
A pleasure, an adventure to the sea of life.
A man, more patrician than not,
Of folly, he had quite a lot.
Stentorian voice,
But words of poor choice,
A sot, not a yacht, had he bought.
tilt to left, lean
bends soft lithe mast
sails lilt, languid
Once an old prim yacht
Docked at Manila Yacht Club
Now at museum.
Feel the soft sea breeze
Soak thrilling views of azure
Seas and blue skies.
Chiseled bone fibre silences white noise water
Shiv splits through throat, jugular scissored
Flung spray fusillade's lain flat slaughter
Bluster bullseye stabs canvas concave
Albatross follow our sharp slipstream
Wind vane spins blur invisible
Dolphin pod adjacent symbol
Ludicrous becomes our lucid dream
Green glaze wake calms crazed waves
Plunge smashes panic, pindrop pools surface
Instinctive dive into icy effervescence
Jolts flailing heart buoyed purpose
Castaways tack to breeze's best advantage
Seahorse spawns, cloud coral hammock
Hull pointed toward demand
Relentless racing hour hand
Gathered globe gauges chances gigantic
Skippers puncture tides, shark agile voyage
20th February
Triumphant Felicity
A
Small
YACHT
SAILING
In the wide
Ocean, sails
free, flapping
In the sea breeze
Inching forward slow
For catching tons of fish
Wind propelling
Three men travelling on the yacht, letting the sea breeze hit their faces
Facing the sun, they forge ahead, toiling to keep the yacht afloat
Fishing over, they turn towards home in their small yacht
15th February 2023
Days in the homeland
Sang in the daylight
Hymns Hidden in history
Revealed by symphony
Waves that whispered
Roared at seabird
Mystic rhymes of sandbed
Yet to be defined
Daydream of yacht
Riding to faraway
Letter of new tales
Awaiting in moonlight
It bled belly up
my mother-in-law’s
‘yach-et’
Delirious
I forgot to
bury the hatch-et
Of all the things I haven’t got
The one I wouldn’t want’s a yacht,
For though most folks would be impressed,
I’d always have to look my best.
The details would just overwhelm –
The crew, the fuel, who’s at the helm;
The food, décor and where to sail,
All planned on a most lavish scale.
Decisions made to scratch each itch,
A consequence of being rich.
I do love water close at hand,
But from my viewpoint on the land.
Come sail with me once more dear friends, to ply the winds to comply.
To hoist the sails, pull on the sheets, to steer the yacht driving through waves.
Together, we make a great team, tackling and taming riled wild seas.
Palm trees, laying in the ocean
Honey, save me, save the mermaids
Pin-up girls are laughing from heaven
Golden water horses are spinning ‘round us
Oh no devil is on our side
He stole that American Atlantic Blue Yacht
Oh he knows how to be my man
You are my street racer
Midnight blue answer
Gimme Disney dollars
Cristals and bourbon yo
Creatures from the black lagoon
Burning roses in my room
Oh my God i saw a boom
You know, I have got a crush on you
Swimming in an American Atlantic Blue Yacht with you
We are totally fine
I don’t believe in turquoise stars anymore
You are my street racer
Midnight blue answer
Gimme Disney dollars
Cristals and bourbon yo
Creatures from the black lagoon
Burning roses in my room
Oh my God i saw a boom
The woman you love is dead
Oh she’s so fake
But she’s obsessed with your races
Drive her one more time, you know she loves it
You are my street racer
Midnight blue answer
Gimme Disney dollars
Cristals and bourbon yo
Creatures from the black lagoon
Burning roses in my room
Oh my God i saw a boom
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