Best Gunnels Poems

Many now, the years have passed,
Since I found my heart at sea,
And never have I shared the tale
That I now will grant to Thee ...

We'd...

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Deep ocean of azure blue

Overhead seagulls circling flew

In constant motion, heaving sides

The old merchant ship upon it rides

Rust scorched it's barnacled coat

Salt encrusted railings forever...

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'Camp Chippewa, ' its tennis and rifle range, X-Class sailing, 
And classic 'Old Town' canvas covered wooden canoes, 
Not the low-class aluminum canoes of a...

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Any one for the 8-10 to Allepo 

His suicide lorry packed to the gunnels there hoisted on his own petard
another loved up modern muslim the...

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Oh the air is not so sweet today, 
Nor, I fear, will it be tomorrow, 
For disgruntled love has left the fray
Of tortured wills that...

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Grace Darling

Tempest spits upon the gunnels
But Grace Darling manhandles the paddles,
To rescue the folks of the Forfarshire crash,
Stranded on Farne Islands off Northumberland coast.

The spirit...

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No hero me only in my dreams
A pleasant night out
Coast walk with my lady
People mesmerised and all just looking
Watching a boat drifting onto the rocks
Somebody...

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Floating on a sea of dreams
In a craft of woven wishes
Holding fast to helm of hope
Trimming sail with fishes
The waves advance
We waltz and dance
With gunnels...

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Fog slow-dances over the inlet
until water and air waltz together.
Too early to tell
if any birds are awake
besides, my ears are muffled in the wet air.
Grebes...

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Methinks aliens are preparing to invade the earth
Warning, this gives us time to prepare, for what it's worth
Man the gunnels
Prepare the tunnels
Some may perish but...

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Kelso has a boat
smeared to the gunnels,
with cawk and greasy weeds.
Kelso is old enough
to be free of care,

his dog don't care neither.

At the prow of...

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Kelso has a boat
smeared to the gunnels,
with cawk and greasy weeds.

At a prow of dawn
he hauls dripping lobster,
and their pots
up the scummy steps
of the silty...

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Laid back over oarlocks,
arms akimbo, hat slouched;
slow riding the Loire.

The river pushes
into a bobbing place
a sylvian picnic
where female bottoms convene
in soft repose.

Iridescent thuds, a thrashing...

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Somewhere between an in and out wave,
my boat broke; it's an essential
scaled down vessel of my body -
I become somewhat alarmed.

Water being almost always in...

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Methinks aliens are preparing to invade earth
Warning, this gives us time to prepare, for what it's worth
Man the gunnels
Prepare the tunnels
Some may perish but I'll...

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