Long Poems About the Sea
#sea
I am
I am the island. My roots grip around this shaped shore. The trees hug me gently but the waves tear me down like predators taking a young lamb. They drag my bones to the surface so they can gnaw upon my still-living flesh.
I am the sun. I climb into the sky to shine down upon these waters, warming them only enough to encourage more to crawl out onto the sand. They thrash around in the heat, but they are only decaying bodies.
I am the cloud. I curtain the rays of the sun, sweating while I bear its never ending heat. I float along the endless skies. My thunderous voice...
I am the sun. I climb into the sky to shine down upon these waters, warming them only enough to encourage more to crawl out onto the sand. They thrash around in the heat, but they are only decaying bodies.
I am the cloud. I curtain the rays of the sun, sweating while I bear its never ending heat. I float along the endless skies. My thunderous voice...
#earth
#sea
#mountains
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drinking
I beg your pardon; I am drunk without a drink. English wine &
words are vulnerable to every man.”―Santosh Kalwar
sunshine drinks the morning dew,
as rivers drink fresh waters from the spring;
oceans drink hill-quickening brew
and thirst for more of what spate-rivers bring.
bleary men sip alcohol
on bar stools, floating on their...
words are vulnerable to every man.”―Santosh Kalwar
sunshine drinks the morning dew,
as rivers drink fresh waters from the spring;
oceans drink hill-quickening brew
and thirst for more of what spate-rivers bring.
bleary men sip alcohol
on bar stools, floating on their...
#romantic
#river
#sea
#alcohol
#FallingInLove
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Syl (with original Patois quotations)
Chapter 1
Family and Friends
A short slim man built a shanty in a squatter settlement near the fishing village in Greenwich Farm. He lived there with his girlfriend and his two little daughters. His name was Sylvester and everybody called him Syl for short. He also had an illegitimate son who lived with his mother in the country. Syl was a street vender. He had an old wooden stall on a sidewalk downtown and he sold a variety of items.
Fishing was Syl’s main hobby. He had two close friend Ronny and Arnold who used to go fishing with him....
Family and Friends
A short slim man built a shanty in a squatter settlement near the fishing village in Greenwich Farm. He lived there with his girlfriend and his two little daughters. His name was Sylvester and everybody called him Syl for short. He also had an illegitimate son who lived with his mother in the country. Syl was a street vender. He had an old wooden stall on a sidewalk downtown and he sold a variety of items.
Fishing was Syl’s main hobby. He had two close friend Ronny and Arnold who used to go fishing with him....
#women
#conflict
#sea
#fish
#curse
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Syl
Chapter 1
Family and Friends
A short slim man built a shanty in a squatter settlement near the fishing village in Greenwich Farm. He lived there with his girlfriend and his two little daughters. His name was Sylvester and everybody called him Syl for short. He also had an illegitimate son who lived with his mother in the country. Syl was a street vender. He had an old wooden stall on a sidewalk downtown and he sold a variety of items.
Fishing was Syl’s main hobby. He had two close friend Ronny and Arnold who used to go fishing with him. Ronny and...
Family and Friends
A short slim man built a shanty in a squatter settlement near the fishing village in Greenwich Farm. He lived there with his girlfriend and his two little daughters. His name was Sylvester and everybody called him Syl for short. He also had an illegitimate son who lived with his mother in the country. Syl was a street vender. He had an old wooden stall on a sidewalk downtown and he sold a variety of items.
Fishing was Syl’s main hobby. He had two close friend Ronny and Arnold who used to go fishing with him. Ronny and...
#women
#friendship
#sea
#fish
#job
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To love a Pisces Moon
I tried to describe you again today...
I've done it a thousand times or more
There's a surging tsunami of emotions
And I struggle with each wave inside me
One after another containing hundreds of thoughts
And I struggle to pick and choose the ones to say
I fall upon water imagery today when you came to mind
You are a perfect rainy day at the beach to me
The waves the color of your eyes as they roll and move
To try to leave that gaze is shockingly difficult
The thick wet sand pulling me down with each step
Purple seashells...
I've done it a thousand times or more
There's a surging tsunami of emotions
And I struggle with each wave inside me
One after another containing hundreds of thoughts
And I struggle to pick and choose the ones to say
I fall upon water imagery today when you came to mind
You are a perfect rainy day at the beach to me
The waves the color of your eyes as they roll and move
To try to leave that gaze is shockingly difficult
The thick wet sand pulling me down with each step
Purple seashells...
#love
#sea
#clouds
#nature
#admiration
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Captain Cheap is Best
The boatyard guys all shook their heads but the American who'd bought the wreck was cocksure of his dream and pretty little dark haired Lizzie always smiling by his side had bought into him, even though his motto was 'cheap is best'.
All summer the two of them worked, sawing, planing, scavenging dumpster wood, fixing up the wreck, scrounging discarded equipment, old rope from the beach and the treasure of a worn out sail, grayer than a gravestone and ragged as a toilet rag in tears.
Cheap was always best but free seemed so much better.
Lizzie patched and sewed, made curtains...
All summer the two of them worked, sawing, planing, scavenging dumpster wood, fixing up the wreck, scrounging discarded equipment, old rope from the beach and the treasure of a worn out sail, grayer than a gravestone and ragged as a toilet rag in tears.
Cheap was always best but free seemed so much better.
Lizzie patched and sewed, made curtains...
#dreams
#sea
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Miss Nelson
Miss Nelson was an old widow who resided alone in a small house by the sea in Port Henderson. She was a peaceful and quiet person. Moreover, she did not have many friends and she kept to herself most of the times. Her next-door neighbour had a bar at the front of his yard and at nights, the loud music and the noisy drunkards caused a disturbance. The noise affected Miss Nelson, but she did not say anything about it to the owner of the bar. A particular old man who was a regular customer at the bar used to bother Miss Nelson. On weekends, he would go to her yard when he is drunk and repeatedly...
#home
#sea
#night
#music
#curse
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A Pirate's Life
Canvas snapping in a southeastern wind,
Sun above and salt spray on me chin.
We make for Jamaica, our next port of call,
Montego Bay, so that we bypass the squall.
Aye, we be men of the sea, and secrets she keeps,
Pirates they call us, tis’ only treasure we seek.
The smell of the brine and the air tastes of salt,
When a ship comes in sight, we force them to halt.
If after a bloody battle, the ship is left for scrap,
All is commandeered from a well-executed attack.
We tie all captains to the mast, as their ships sank,
The...
Sun above and salt spray on me chin.
We make for Jamaica, our next port of call,
Montego Bay, so that we bypass the squall.
Aye, we be men of the sea, and secrets she keeps,
Pirates they call us, tis’ only treasure we seek.
The smell of the brine and the air tastes of salt,
When a ship comes in sight, we force them to halt.
If after a bloody battle, the ship is left for scrap,
All is commandeered from a well-executed attack.
We tie all captains to the mast, as their ships sank,
The...
#sea
#historical
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SHADOW DANCE (7-23-2000, Galveston Island, Texas)
morning sun
throws its warm gold
across upon into
my shirtless
back
as its all embracing
bright light
brands this long road
up ahead of me
as i ride
and roll on
my bike
ever further
into this strong
western
salty gulf breeze
as my shadow
precedes me
along this remote
open beach road
fleetingly hiding
in other shadows
i occasionally
pass through
along my way
where larger tree shadows
so...
throws its warm gold
across upon into
my shirtless
back
as its all embracing
bright light
brands this long road
up ahead of me
as i ride
and roll on
my bike
ever further
into this strong
western
salty gulf breeze
as my shadow
precedes me
along this remote
open beach road
fleetingly hiding
in other shadows
i occasionally
pass through
along my way
where larger tree shadows
so...
#countryside
#sea
#beach
#sky
#nature
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I AM SAILING (APOLOGIES TO ROD STEWART)

#sex
#sea
#rhyming
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Island Love
My dear World Traveler Most Beloved,
I am not privy to your tropic secrets
As you may be to some of mine,
But know I’d trade my wildest of memories
Those crazy and erotic Thailand trysts
(Indulged attempting to erase my love of you)
For Hawaiian sunset dreams, adventures
And romantic nights
Alone with you
My dream might hold paired snorkeling trips
Though you, my athlete would out-swim me,
As we admire lolling turtles and exotic fish
And smiling share our sightings with each other
I’d have you give me tips and...
I am not privy to your tropic secrets
As you may be to some of mine,
But know I’d trade my wildest of memories
Those crazy and erotic Thailand trysts
(Indulged attempting to erase my love of you)
For Hawaiian sunset dreams, adventures
And romantic nights
Alone with you
My dream might hold paired snorkeling trips
Though you, my athlete would out-swim me,
As we admire lolling turtles and exotic fish
And smiling share our sightings with each other
I’d have you give me tips and...
#love
#erotic
#dreams
#sea
#beach
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My Little Deep Sea
In my dreams
the waves of the ocean lap to brush the cheek of the bank,
in my arms like growing tides, I'll draw you in and pull you out to sea with me.
And over the deep deep blue we go, rocking with the waves and swirling with the wind,
living with the ocean, among the wriggling fractures of moonlight that dance upon its surface.
Mystical streaks that breathe alive and moving, inhaling the darkness.
Glowing, as these little creatures skim upon the ripples and waves, sandwiched between the endless black below and the open-mouthed void gaping above – ...
the waves of the ocean lap to brush the cheek of the bank,
in my arms like growing tides, I'll draw you in and pull you out to sea with me.
And over the deep deep blue we go, rocking with the waves and swirling with the wind,
living with the ocean, among the wriggling fractures of moonlight that dance upon its surface.
Mystical streaks that breathe alive and moving, inhaling the darkness.
Glowing, as these little creatures skim upon the ripples and waves, sandwiched between the endless black below and the open-mouthed void gaping above – ...
#loneliness
#dreams
#LGBT
#sea
#shame
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DU Poetry : Long Poems About the Sea