Sailing Poems
A Bright Future
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Pretty sailboats glide in molten sun
toward a new gold horizon
Our Day on the Water
by Dr. Robert Ippaso
The sun is hot
The birds all flock
The boats convene
Revelers serene
The drinks are cool
They make you drool
The wind blows soft
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Rowing for Home
by Richard Randolph
We cut the mooring lines
and quietly paddled into the bay.
The ocean dared us onward
there was nothing left to say.
The stars, those distant travelers,
silently guided us on our way.
“Looks pretty rough,” old Johnson noted,
and spit defiantly into the sea.
“We’ll never make it,” the young ensign asserted,
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Aurora Blue Sea
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
magic skies blue sea
beautiful lights are trailing
sailing at midnight
colors everywhere
time's come to the mellow hour
when all dreams flower
glory of nighttime
absent sun spreads such splendor
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The Octopus
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
Having just finished me tour of duty...
Been at sea for over a year...
I needed a pint of whiskey...
And a romp or two with me dear...
She saw me enter the parlor...
I fell in love with her on first sight...
She dragged me upstairs to her bedroom...
To love me long into the dark night...
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Wild seas
by Mario Odekerken
The ocean never asked
who I was.
It only threw itself at the hull,
again and again,
daring me
to hold my ground
on something that never stood still.
Salt in my mouth,
steel beneath my boots,
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Full and by
by Joe Cyr
Advice to youth
In sailing ships of yore, on deck,
when you glanced up toward the sky,
if the sails were full and ship close to the wind,
then she was “full and by.”
You will soon arrive at the moment
to decide future and vocation;
that point in life to chart your passage
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Our Day on the Water
by Dr. Robert Ippaso
The sun is hot
The birds all flock
The boats convene
Revelers serene
The drinks are cool
They make you drool
The wind blows soft
......
Rowing for Home
by Richard Randolph
We cut the mooring lines
and quietly paddled into the bay.
The ocean dared us onward
there was nothing left to say.
The stars, those distant travelers,
silently guided us on our way.
“Looks pretty rough,” old Johnson noted,
and spit defiantly into the sea.
“We’ll never make it,” the young ensign asserted,
......
A Death That Grieves No Stranger
by Patti Masterman
A death that grieves no stranger
Is witless as a mouth
That deaf eyes do not fathom
Mute singleness of route
As pines a troubled forest
For signs of seeded quarry
We herald the dumbest signpost
To break the traveler's story
A death that grieves no stranger
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