Poetry Blogs (2018, ships)
I grew up in Wales
Around the Swansea docks
I walked beneath huge cargo ships
Held up with props and blocks
I was made in Wales
Around the southern ports
I watched the big ships dock
My family guessed my thoughts
I was mined in Wales
Near valleys black with slag
And closing pits and picket lines
With many a mine lodge flag
I was forged in Wales...
Tuesday 20th February 2018 1:49 pm
With billowed sails the Schooner glides across the open sea
The crew secures the rigging as they’ve done through history
Port side there’s a Humpback coming up to take a look
They watch in pure amazement its like a picture from a book.
The Skipper takes the Helm and guides the vessel on its path
The crew they scramble round the deck to fight mother natures...
Sunday 9th April 2017 2:17 am
A Memory of Schooldays
Quinquireme of Nineveh from distant Ophir,
Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine, ...
Thursday 27th February 2014 5:29 pm
SWIM IN THE SEA
Dark blue ocean has so many moods, just like a person.
If you ever make one mistake you will pay for it dearly with
life; this ocean is a thing of beauty and of mystery, yet deadly.
So many planes and ships have disappeared into the dark waters –
who knows where they are now?
People sail the seas on such flimsy craft, old sea rafts and dangero...
Tuesday 27th March 2012 4:46 pm
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