Best Longboats Poems

The tempest rages, tossing longboats high -
It’s better than a ‘straw death’ way to die.
But is the cause the writhing Midgard snake?
Are Aegir and his Maidens wide awake?
Is Aegir lurking, planning a surprise,
To clutch at us, with glee in his old eyes?
I scan for nixies,...

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Sat all alone beside that muttering shoreline he busied 
      Himself, diligently, and sewed.                          ...

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Arrogant autocratic Ahab
Sails set seaward
Heartless harpoon high
 
Wind wracked Waves
Revenge rage regret
Wretched white whale
 
Opaque Ocean oblivious
Deep dark dangerous
Titanic terrors traversing
 
Captain callous cold
Blood bought bonds
Obsidian oaths ordured  
 
Foreboding fears fester
Sacrosanct silent seas
Motionless midst moonset
 
Dim daylight dawned
Spray shot skyward
Lithe Longboats launched
 
Barnacled...

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I am a young man, to Nantucket I've traveled
never before have I been out to Sea,
here in the Harbor, I've spotted the Pequod
I knew then and there, that ship was for me,

Ishmael is my name,I was a Teacher
Queequed my friend, best harpooner on board,
the man...

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This poem was inspired by the interviews by Earl K. Pollon and S. S. Matheson conducted with native Sekanni peoples who were negatively effected by the flooding of their communal homelands by the building of the W.A.C. Bennett Dam. “This Was Our Valley” tells that...

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My father to me when i was young
What you tell me must have been fun

It was more than that
I was actually there
My first see
A Plesiosaur

Swimming in pods
A family of three
New to my world
Fancy free

I slept for a while
Nature asked me back
A ***** man
From the Nile...

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~ In memory of Herman Melville, who lived a similar darkness to my own ~

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The day star hisses,
          Kissing the cold...

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Blue carpet waves,
White foam gyrates.
Cool breeze blowing,
Beaming sun growing.

Low flying crows,
Fishing nets throws,
Slumbering dog packs,
Dry nets on wooden racks.

Lone fisherman rows,
Sea gulls numbers grows,
Around water dripping nets,
Pelagic fish they ferret.

Silver silky waves,
Low flying eagles braves,
Sand shacks longboats,
Orange buoys afloat.


Sun rays warm up,
Need black coffee cup
It...

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4th march 2012,by : Sashi.Prabhu ( zeauoxian)

Blue carpet waves,
White foam gyrates.
Cool breeze blowing,
Beaming sun growing.

Low flying crows,
Fishing nets throws,
Slumbering dog packs,
Dry nets on wooden racks.

Lone fisherman rows,
Sea gulls numbers grows,
Around water dripping nets,
Pelagic fish they ferret.

Silver silky waves,
Low flying eagles braves,
Sand shacks longboats,
Orange buoys afloat.


Rowed...

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VIKINGS

Erik  went east  to Yamal peninsula’s spring  
For Russian hides and terrifying antlers
From the world’s biggest  reindeer herd,
In April  crossing the thawing  Ob River, 
Safe from predators :  good hunting  
And  fully  laden longboats. ...

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Citizens Are

By the numbers, 
1,2,3... count them all you see. 
From here and there and everywhere, 
we are one. 

America. 
The land of plenty. 
But what does that mean? 
There is a story, 
and a truth, 
and freedom on paper... 
that still waves
high above... in...

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M anors towering
Over the horizon
Western skies ablazon
With majesty possessing.

E arth trodden soil
Bearing feet of noble birth
Tramping blades of aged turf,
Hearts destined to inner turmoil.

D anger lurking in
Shadows of the silent souls:
Smoldering, burning coals
Leaving scares of ashes within.

I nsightful minds too
Rare to locate in this time,
Appearing...

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Finally by the blood of swordsmen
They reach the mystic shore
Torn by battle each parched tongue
Corrupts it’s enemy once more

Flesh and spirit torn then stained
In legend myth and tale
Blew them, this final war
Llyr upon his sail

Bleached bones, sinew, hungry fists
Baying for a fight
Women to there long...

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Once Greenland
Had bananas
Monkeys sat in trees
Snakes in the grass.
Then it colder
The jungle vanished
Ice took over.
Yet
The Vikings
Did farming
Had cows 
And root plants.
When it got too cold
They took the cow
Home
To Norway
In longboats.
The clime
Had changed
Now it is changing 
Again.
Will, it ever snow
In New Delhi....

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One day herding my animals
The other, tending our crop
Strangers out of the distance
To them, we knew not
 
The colour of our skin
Is with these distant men
On arrival at my village
We are herded into a pen
 
Our women and children screaming
Warriors manacled and chained
Treated like this...

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