POET'S LAIR

Here it is Padre, as promised.


ESCAPE


Setting sail by moonlight,
When we must slip away,
To where our fate waits kinder,
Beyond the break of day.

Muffled paddles pulling, pressing;
Stretching for the open sea.
Destinies unknown awaiting,
Where the winds of life blow free.

Chill silver dew of breaking dawn
Must light upon a different scene;
Emptiness of peace and silence
Reveal a space where we had been.

Del-boy 2009.

Very impressive. I like it very much. :bravo:
 
Advice to Daydreamers.


If you should go to sea, my boy,
Leave school and ship-ahoy, my boy,
Your mother’s pride and joy, my boy,
There’s something you should know.

Don’t throw your weight around, my boy,
Or you will run aground my boy,
Retribution bound, my boy.
That’s one thing you should know.

And never lock the chief cook, boy,
In the ship’s meat freezer, boy.
He’s such a massive geezer, boy,
He’d kill you with one blow.

So don’t forget you left him there,
He carries a meat cleaver, boy
And when he’s in a fever, boy,
He’ll send you down below.

If you should go to sea, my boy,
Don’t linger there too long.
The sea’s a passion to enjoy,
But sings a siren song.


Del Boy 2006
 
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If you had theme music in mind, Padre, LOL, somewhere on the forum is a photo of the very ship I had in mind, The Fresno Star, deep in the atlantic; my first proper job at 16. Also somewhere is a photo of the very large chief cook, who I accidentally nearly killed by locking him in the ship's meat fridges and forgetting him - twice!!

That poem is full good advice, I have to say; straight from experience.:smil:
 
This is the only one I can find that has those words...

I Walked Among Giants

I walked among giants,
Men of renown,
Great ones they were,
Some, were women.
These men of might
Walked the earth
And communed with us.
They were brave when bravery
Had to make a difference.
Daily, they die.
Soon, they will be extinct.
They left their mark, though,
For all time.
During the great disruption,
They performed gargantuan feats.
These titans saved the planet
And preserved a way of existence.
Daily, they die.
Some were killed in the fight,
Others captured, tortured.
The remains of some were never found.
Some were maimed in body and mind.
Most lived to see a new day, a new world.
Now, these colossal men
Serve as pallbearers for their own.
They barely carry the load.
Some hobble with canes.
Some are bent over with years.
Some can only watch
With dim eyes from wheelchairs.
Their eyes see three colors blur as one
And slowly fall into the ground.
Daily, they die.
They are almost a lost breed.
Some are written about,
Most are not.
Some, were my uncles,
Others, my countrymen.
One was my father.
I can tell my children
And their children,
That for a time on earth
I was privileged,
To walk among the giants.

https://wesselhoft.wordpress.com/201...ng-giants-2/
 
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