Masthead Poems - Poems about Masthead

...PAINTBRUSH Fingertips the bristles of a pagan paintbrush painting a Tree of Life on pacified cheekbones instead of in liver from whence it sprung now it burns to feed HeartSpace with wi......

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...BLOOD-coated discourse exposing features of BASIC heathen hearts, INSPIRED INSTRUCTIONS for errant humanity executed by ordinary vassals served divine fountain pens. BOLD<......

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... To wallow in the fires is a tempting surrender. A swan dive into the maelstromic implode of mushroom clouds, return to sender. If I let it take me into its vespered aqua......

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...He sleeps in thunderstorms, temporarily cocooned from a fathomless death. When his ship sunk he had swam away from a life to an island in his mind. He sways hammock-less as a crashing gale ......

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...In my room there's a chair It's not much to see It has no special flair I'm sure you'd agree But to a child of four It's no longer a chair But a shiny new car A fleet stallion or mar......

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...in sponson's wake of beetled prow, cold foam formed horizons far, gray mist above, blue black below, pitted keel thrum anchored flow, splintered spar led teakwood jibe dawn broke on that deepe......

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...Spider’s Rigging “I had resolved on a voyage around the world, and as the wind on the morning of April 24, 1895 was fair, at noon I weighed anchor, set sail, and filled away from Boston, where the......

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...Below earth, streams release the arteries of the undersea teeming with precious abalone, granite and shells, as a roulette of lotus defies gravity soaking on the chlorine of a wind only......

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...and lost while wracked in pains of change, wilted seed in wintered eye, hands clenching white in advent rage, knee bones scuppered, bleaching age, knelt stung as tears run dry, writ black ink in......

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...THE EMPRESS OF IRELAND Two mighty workhorses, colliding Titans, Leviathans of the Saint Lawrence river. Devastation’s maritime wrecking balls, Slamming head on, even after the warnings Sounding, ha......

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...This poem is from a book I'm working on of poems based on great poems I love. I have taken their format and the basic style and tried to craft my own poem like it. Just for fun. Not to compete. This ......

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...The sea gathered her voice on the crest of the waves as dark clouds were herded by the wind as he raved in a symphony orchestrated through elements of sound composed by the air from his drafty......

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...They said she sails forever the seas off Cape Horn: See her and wish to God you never was born. Laugh if you wish but there’s countless bones And hulls been sent to the locker of Davy Jones. ‘......

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... Cap'n & the Wench *part the second* Says the Wench to the Cap'n "I thinks I'll have Me a Tequila!" So says the Cap'n to the Wench "Go right ahead Me Dear~ I'll be hard a'lee ta feel Y......

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