In 1969 while serving as a Navy Journalist on the staff of Admiral Bernard F. Roeder Commander First Fleet aboard his Flagship USS PROVIDENCE out of San Diego I wrote a US Navy published book of poetry complete with wonderful photographs taken by Photographer Lt. Marc Schuman. Although I have copies of the poetry, I carelessly lost my only copy of the book. The following is one bit of poetry that brings to mind memories of that time.
rolling
in all
weather
seas
go on
forever
Showing posts with label sea. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sea. Show all posts
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Saturday, August 30, 2008
wooden ship sailors
wooden ship sailors
worked with creak and mast
on yawning, stretching hulls
amid thump and mallets
if only these men could spend
but a brief anachronistic moment
with today’s steel fleet
in dry dock
the sanding, poundings
would be cutting agony
leaving men begging to tend
the quiet luff of any canvas
worked with creak and mast
on yawning, stretching hulls
amid thump and mallets
if only these men could spend
but a brief anachronistic moment
with today’s steel fleet
in dry dock
the sanding, poundings
would be cutting agony
leaving men begging to tend
the quiet luff of any canvas
Labels:
sea
Monday, August 18, 2008
Thursday, July 10, 2008
a Captain
that man is a sailor
a Captain
there are very few like him, you know
he sits there now in his chair by the window
overlooking the sea, smoking his pipe
thinking about his days at sea
when waves tossed his ship about
and thrashed his crew against the rails
as rain and hurricane winds
fought to see who would be first
to dismember his ship
his eyes now smile in faint recollection
of Pacific ports
where natives gathered to look upon the face
that dared stand against the sea
and where young girls across a table listened
as he told tales of great adventures in unchartered waters
as together they sipped rough wines while slender
native fingers stroked his steal-gray beard
there were ports and storms
and brave men waiting his word
to set course for open waters
and other adventures
his face is firm as leather, yet kind
his hands, strong
her eyes, though old, yet speak with authority
and command the attention he has earned
he went to sea in his youth
and now, in old age, is satisfied to know
his dreams were fulfilled
that man is a sailor
a Captain
there are very few like him, you know
a Captain
there are very few like him, you know
he sits there now in his chair by the window
overlooking the sea, smoking his pipe
thinking about his days at sea
when waves tossed his ship about
and thrashed his crew against the rails
as rain and hurricane winds
fought to see who would be first
to dismember his ship
his eyes now smile in faint recollection
of Pacific ports
where natives gathered to look upon the face
that dared stand against the sea
and where young girls across a table listened
as he told tales of great adventures in unchartered waters
as together they sipped rough wines while slender
native fingers stroked his steal-gray beard
there were ports and storms
and brave men waiting his word
to set course for open waters
and other adventures
his face is firm as leather, yet kind
his hands, strong
her eyes, though old, yet speak with authority
and command the attention he has earned
he went to sea in his youth
and now, in old age, is satisfied to know
his dreams were fulfilled
that man is a sailor
a Captain
there are very few like him, you know
Labels:
sea
Monday, July 07, 2008
sloop
a lengthy swift sloop at sail at sea
with half a breeze and half a sun as you man her
nowhere to go and no call to go
just time to set far back
look up to the tall sturdy mast
as nylon sails snap
to the occasional wind's lick
the ocean spits bits of spray
back and forth over the bow
with a gentle lift the shore is visible
then a recline and shore is gone
another lift and the long, low line of land is there again
no need for a shirt with warm air rushing over you
and your hair is twisted and thrown and dampened by spray
a red neck feels good and a tan face
makes it better to have lived this way
strong hands hold the ship to a meandering course
from nowhere
in particular
and back a gain
with half a breeze and half a sun as you man her
nowhere to go and no call to go
just time to set far back
look up to the tall sturdy mast
as nylon sails snap
to the occasional wind's lick
the ocean spits bits of spray
back and forth over the bow
with a gentle lift the shore is visible
then a recline and shore is gone
another lift and the long, low line of land is there again
no need for a shirt with warm air rushing over you
and your hair is twisted and thrown and dampened by spray
a red neck feels good and a tan face
makes it better to have lived this way
strong hands hold the ship to a meandering course
from nowhere
in particular
and back a gain
Labels:
sea
Saturday, July 05, 2008
i can smell the ocean
i can smell the ocean from my chair
looking up, it isn't there
a peach ripens on the window sill
the clock's approaching quarter 'til
and as i pull the bag from my cup of tea
my mind takes me to places i'd like to be
here, magazines picture my vacation
while outside, birds make their migration
the mast will creak as my chair rocks,
i stir my tea as my ship docks,
with quill in hand, and love sublime,
i'll send this message out of time
corked and floating on ocean's crest
the letter drifts to islands west
at night, moonlight flashes the bottle glass
by day, the jumping dolphin pass
by sooner or later and seagulls
by lesses and greater in wind lulls
by storms and seasons
beyond all reasons
i put my feet up and think of beach
sip my tea, and eat my peach
looking up, it isn't there
a peach ripens on the window sill
the clock's approaching quarter 'til
and as i pull the bag from my cup of tea
my mind takes me to places i'd like to be
here, magazines picture my vacation
while outside, birds make their migration
the mast will creak as my chair rocks,
i stir my tea as my ship docks,
with quill in hand, and love sublime,
i'll send this message out of time
corked and floating on ocean's crest
the letter drifts to islands west
at night, moonlight flashes the bottle glass
by day, the jumping dolphin pass
by sooner or later and seagulls
by lesses and greater in wind lulls
by storms and seasons
beyond all reasons
i put my feet up and think of beach
sip my tea, and eat my peach
Labels:
sea
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Thursday, April 17, 2008
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