Related quotes: Our bantam scow drifts aimlessly...

We will survive

Our bantam scow drifts aimlessly
And clouds rise up before her bow
We hold our course tenaciously
Not knowing how

A scow she is and scow she’ll be
Her cargo is our very soul
Our tiny vessel on the sea
Has lost control

The sea of life is filled with pain
And rages as the storm appears
A cancer we cannot restrain
Confirms our fears

The tendrils of the sea seep in
And wraps its self about our helm
Destroying flesh and rotting skin
It’s cancer’s realm

We stand together in our fight
And choke the sea to stay alive
Beyond the storm there is a light
We will survive

_________________________________
Author Notes:

A Sapphic ode (Alexander Pope style) . Ode form means repeating stanzas of the same rhyme and meter, Sapphic relate to three long and one half length line.

poem by Amera Andersen
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Related quotes

The Wreck of the "Julie Plante": A Legend of Lac St. Pierre

1 On wan dark night on Lac St. Pierre,
2 De win' she blow, blow, blow,
3 An' de crew of de wood scow "Julie Plante"
4 Got scar't an' run below—
5 For de win' she blow lak hurricane,
6 Bimeby she blow some more,
7 An' de scow bus' up on Lac St. Pierre
8 Wan arpent from de shore.

9 De captinne walk on de fronte deck,
10 An' walk de hin' deck too—
11 He call de crew from up de hole,
12 He call de cook also.
13 De cook she 's name was Rosie,
14 She come from Montreal,
15 Was chambre maid on lumber barge,
16 On de Grande Lachine Canal.

17 De win' she blow from nor' -eas' -wes',--
18 De sout' win' she blow too,
19 W'en Rosie cry, "Mon cher captinne,
20 Mon cher, w'at I shall do ?"
21 Den de captinne t'row de beeg ankerre,
22 But still de scow she dreef,
23 De crew he can't pass on de shore,
24 Becos' he los' hees skeef.

25 De night was dark lak wan black cat,
26 De wave run high an' fas',
27 W'en de captinne tak' de Rosie girl
28 An' tie her to de mas'.
29 Den he also tak' de life preserve,
30 An' jomp off on de lak',
31 An' say, "Good-bye, ma Rosie dear,
32 I go drown for your sak'."

33 Nex' morning very early
34 'Bout ha'f-pas' two—t'ree—four—
35 De captinne—scow—an' de poor Rosie
36 Was corpses on de shore,
37 For de win' she blow lak hurricane,
38 Bimeby she blow some more,
39 An' de scow bus' up on Lac St. Pierre,
40 Wan arpent from de shore.

MORAL

41 Now all good wood scow sailor man
42 Tak' warning by dat storm
43 An' go an' marry some nice French girl
44 An' leev on wan beeg farm.
45 De win' can blow lak hurricane
46 An' s'pose she blow some more,
47 You can't get drown on Lac St. Pierre
48 So long you stay on shore.

poem by William Henry Drummond
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

I Had A Box of Poems

I had a box of poems
It must have been a thousand strong

Written by me to me
It was all my sincerity

Over an age of thirty strong
It contained my verse of right and wrong

Then there was this great, a rift
And adamant, divorce she insist

I packed my things, I was gone
No place to be but in my song

For safe keeping, I knew I could trust
Left my box that spilled my guts

Like an orphanage, they, my children safe
Until I could collect them, another place

It was like my personal Dachau
When I found out they've been placed in the garbage scow

June 21,2012

poem by Midnights Voice
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Rescued!

Seas...rough, the sky…lightening and thunder
Charts...unclear, choices made led to blunder
The sailing ship My Life was going under

Scow number one wouldn't stay on course
She drifted away from me, back to her source
Away, away she blew, fast as a wild horse

Next, I climbed aboard dinghy number two
Maintaining her, more than I could attend to
No favorable wind, the voyage went askew

Safe and secure in lifeboat number three
No longer foundering amongst the debris
Fleeing the devil and the deep blue sea

Her trajectory was true and it did not falter
Rescued! Safe on my Rock of Gibraltar
Scuttlebutt is; I'm taking her to the altar

poem by Charles Hancock
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Museum Of The City Of...II

Behind their frozen forms, behind
the ribbed webs of their flipper-slippers,
in the distance dim
a stern-to-bow-with-garbage-laden scow
calmly plows the current-riven stream.
One unseaworthy old ark, 'way off-
(an obvious ancestor of the Circle Line)
triple-tiered and crammed with fun-seekers-
over whose rail a few vigilants hang
frozen in open-mouthed surprise-
(bringing to mind Auden's 'Musee des Beaux Arts',
but that's neither here nor there)
-to see three wet-suited men dropp from the skies:
eternally expecting a splash that never comes;
and wouldn't a bully pleasure yacht
cruising nearby reveal itself whole, but for that
misadventurous plunge into the frame,
cropping it in halves.
Up in the sky a twin-engine out of La Guardia,
props awhirl,
merrily shreds the clouds.
Then, there is the light shuttlecock of the chopper, itself-
compact, bird-like, blades atop stilled to stilettos,
it's saw mill tail a churning blur,
generating fanfares of light,
to a certain span the water beneath,
whipped to a low boil, a pockmark, an eschar,
like the maelstrom, seen from afar, a gameboard,
into which they imminently plunge.

What were they....

poem by Morgan Michaels
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

nixon's the One!

Though born to a Quaker
Who would use “thee” and “Thou”
Nixon swore like a sea cook
fresh off some garbage scow.

Named for King Richard
Of dubious fame
He too was “deposed”
at the height of his game.

He was great at “red” baiting
and exploiting the scare.
He served on committees
That McCarthy would chair.

He was chosen as backstop
for likeable Ike
When incipient scandal
forced him to the mike.

With wife, Pat, beside him
In her ragged cloth coat,
A cocker spaniel named “Checkers”
Brought sobs to his throat.

When he debated young Jack
He appeared quite Hirsute
Nervous and sweating
in his ill fitting suit.

With a receding hairline,
A ski jump of a nose
and a five O’clock shadow
from the moment he rose.

He lost to a Kennedy
He lost to a Brown
Told the press that no more
would they kick him around

After years spent in exile
He returned to the fray
And defeated a Humphrey
Named Hubert one day.

poem by John F. McCullagh
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Still I Rise

Shattered, but I'm not broken
Woudned still time will heal
Heavy the load the cross I bear
Lonley, the road I trod I dare
Shaken, but here I stand
Weary, still I press on
Long are the nights, the tears I cry
Dark are the days, no sun in the skys
Yet still I rise
Never to give up
Never to give in
against all odds
Yet still I rise
High above the clouds
Yet times I feel low
yet still I rise
Sometimes I'm troubled
But not is despair
Struggling, I make my way through
Trials they come to make me strong
I must endure, I must hold on.
Yet still I rise
Never to give up
Never to give in
agasint all odds
Yet still I rise
High above the clouds
At times I feel Low
Yet still I rise
Above all my problems
Above all my eyes can see
Knowing God is able
To strengthen me
To strengthen me
Yet still I rise
High above the clouds.

song performed by by Yolanda Adams
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

Still I Rise

song performed by by Yolanda Adams
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

The Blue And Gray

The Blue and the Gray collided one day
In the future great town of Missouri,
And if all that we hear is the truth, 'twould appear
That they tackled each other with fury.

While the weather waxed hot they hove and they sot,
Like the scow in the famous old story,
And what made the fight an enjoyable sight
Was the fact that they fought con amore.

They as participants fought in such wise as was taught,
As beseemed the old days of the dragons,
When you led to the dance and defended with lance
The damsel you pledged in your flagons.

In their dialect way the knights of the Gray
Gave a flout at the buckeye bandana,
And the buckeye came back with a gosh-awful whack,
And that's what's the matter with Hannah.

This resisted attack took the Grays all a-back,
And feeling less coltish and frisky,
They resolved to elate the cause of their state,
And also their persons, with whisky.

Having made ample use of the treacherous juice,
Which some folks say stings like an adder,
They went back again at the handkerchief men,
Who slowly got madder and madder.

You can bet it was h--l in the Southern Hotel
And elsewhere, too many to mention,
But the worst of it all was achieved in the hall
Where the President held his convention.

They ripped and they hewed and they, sweating imbrued,
Volleyed and bellowed and thundered;
There was nothing to do until these yawpers got through,
So the rest of us waited and wondered.

As the result of these frays it appears that the Grays,
Who once were as chipper as daisies,
Have changed their complexion to one of dejection,
And at present are bluer than blazes.

poem by Eugene Field
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Turnbuckles

Sometimes I think of the cargo holds on ships
with the metal covers secured by turnbuckles
to protect cargo in stormy seas

Even if the bow noses into towering waves
the covers hold and the ship won't sink
nor will the cargo shift

Then I read some of the posts that have
turnbuckles keeping secrets battened down
so that nothing leaks

There the metaphor fails in its comparison
because gossip and innuendo have a way
of eluding lock and key

poem by Michael Pruchnicki
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Unfill The Vessel To Again Fill

Tiny tale for a sale.
People from sands to vale.
Joy of praise to cheers.
A way from cut to sheers.
Jack beside Jill, to the hill.
Unfill the vessel to again fill.

Shiny white snow and blue sky.
Clouds over the hill they fly.
Sounds of roar still we dare.
Prize of present got to share.
Counted already million still its nill.
Unfill the vessel to again fill.

Warm of sun, Shades of the dark.
Rest on woods, Expectant on the park.
Worlds got lot of adversary and misery.
Rest of peace is core and treasury.
Still travel till you find it until.
Unfill the vessel to again fill.

poem by Diplove gautam
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

In Rest

Lay your head upon these feathered clouds, and rest,
Spread your silken tresses on this virgin wilderness,
Then I will beg sweet dreams to come, and be your company.

When darkness drifts across your eyes to steal their perfect light,
I'll summon lesser Angels, who will guide you through the night,
And sing to you their silver hymns, in purest harmony.

Let your sweet form, in rest, adorn, this bed of perfumed flowers,
Where I shall sit, and hold your hand, throughout the long dark hours.
Knowing you will never wake, again, to smile on me.

Farewell, my love, my own sweet child, go now to thy sleep,
And I will pray, both night and day, the Lord your soul to keep.
You may be sure, forever more, of my true constancy.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

poem by Owain Glyn
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

I want to call the name

I want to call the name
of a child of the sky
who drifts and floats and surfs
the clouds the waves the foam
who smiles half edged by air
whose hand rings tiny bells
whose hair unlocks the door
whose step will lightly touch
the earth that will be no more

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Luminous Times

Hey...sister love
Hey...sister soul
Hey...oh my love
You turn me around tonight
Hey...sister love
Save my soul, save my soul
Hold on to love, hold on to love
Love won't let you go
Love won't let you go
Hold on to love
See the sunshine in her soul
Hey...sister love
Hey...seems so bright
She comes like carnival
She is the big wheel
She turned my head around
Turned my head around
She is the speedway
She is the slipstream
She is coming 'round
Hold on to love
Hold on to love
Love won't let you go
Hold on to love
Hold on to love
She the sunlight in her song
See the sunlight in her soul
She is the gun fire
She is the car crash
She is a avalanche
She is the thunder
She is the waves and
She pulls me under
I love you 'cause i need to
Not because i need you
I love you 'cause i understand
That god has given me your hand
He holds me in a tiny fist
And still i need your kiss
Hold...on to love
Hold...
See the sunlight in her song
See the sunlight in her soul

song performed by by U2
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

The Vessel That I am!

I am a weak vessel.
Strengthen me, O Lord!
Help me fill up to the brim
With virtues of all sorts.

I am a small vessel.
Make me hold more, O Lord!
Take away my porosity;
Let things remain intact.

I am a clay vessel.
Polish my sides, O Lord!
Let me stand most splendidly,
Glorifying my God.

I am a mere vessel,
Distorted somewhat, O Lord!
Place me on a rocky base,
To show the world my class!

The vessel whatever that I am
Will serve Thee only, Lord.
Fill me up with thy grace, O God
To prove that I’m fine clod!

poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

The Here And Now

for the meantime take the here and now
what choice do we have?
we are beggars we have nothing
we were taken here
without our knowing we were naked
we were spanked on the very first hour of our arrival
in mother' bed in that cheap government hospital
there were no fathers or priests or
politicians
they heard our first cry
and since then
life begins to have no meaning

what we have is the here and now
but will that be an end? a misdemeanor? will that be a burden
forever? a curse?
a suffering that is senseless
a sorrow that is soaring and roaring?
the here and now is in our palms
look at it closely, there are tiny lines there
the directions and instructions are there
embedded

we shall trace where we are and where we are going
in the tiny lines of our palms
we locate our hidden fortunes we shall find where the secret lies
the real meaning
of this existence and if need be
we must create and invent what we will be
in the future

let us see from our feelings the coolness of blue
the fires of red
the clouds, the sun and the moon all lie in the hold of our hands
from this here and now

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Fog-Horns, Even Bow-Bells

Nautilus on a cargo vessel, to avail,
devoid of an older route, and drift
his beats of abreacted pulse, to trail,
his home-land on cloudy forms, to lift.

Long locked in dreams, assemblage,
soul sails forward, spilled life's wine,
in Nordic Northern seas, God Brage,
unworldly lyrics to compose, in brine.

I reckon he befits an Angel, alone,
he plays a harmonica in broken notes,
a song for loners or friends, gone,
mistral petals him along, as boat floats.

I reckon he remembers her, a Naiad,
the sun crowns his head, far setting,
a dalliance, a harbor song, her bard,
depicting of his solitude's odd wedding.

In dark she comes, from away shore,
along windy fog-horns eerie call, in air,
she gliding sails, comely to invite afore,
Nautilus and drifting souls in despair.

She comes as bow-bells ring, and sings:
'Enfold me in your lone heart, and I,
shall lift your soul, with halcyon wings,
to fly in incipient stills, to imbue of nigh.'

She sings along, as drifts of mist repeat:
'Enfold me in your lone heart, and I,
shall lift your soul, with halcyon wings,
to fly in incipient stills, to imbue of nigh.'

poem by Giorgio Veneto
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Clouds And Moods

Puffs of clouds covered the sky
Like my thoughts of you and I.
At times I could see and think clearly
But my mind would get weary.

Those puffs of clouds would take control
And my heart it would hold.
It’s amazing how it could be
That the clouds are like you and me.

When the clouds get dark and grey
We become defensive in every way
And the fights come into play.

And when clouds are a misty white
I want to make love to you day and night.
And when the clouds look like ripples in the sand
I want to squeeze you and hold your hand.

And when the clouds completely cover the sky
I thank god you’re by my side.

poem by Louis Rams
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Winter Wonderland

There are strange and mysterious sounds
When the winds of winter blow,
The long nights are crystal clear and cold,
And the fields and meadows are covered with snow.
The stars are frosty against the sky,
And the wind's whistle is shrill,
As the snow blows against the house
And drifts against the hill.
Yet, I like to see during the winter
A white carpet on the ground,
To plod aimlessly in the deep snow,
where deer tracks abound.
I like to feel the stillness
Of a crisp winter's night,
Watching a full moon rise over the horizon,
Exposing a winter wonderland beautiful and bright.

poem by Joseph T. Renaldi
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Rise My Soul

Rise my soul
watch over me
as I rise to be free

Rise my soul
watch the crow
fly free

Rise my soul
as I fight
for freedom and peace

Rise my soul
let them see
freedom is not a sin
it's for people like
me and him

Rise my soul

poem by Dave Alan Walker
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

The Hulk

Now, 'ere's my tip
Fer the Fusion ship,
An' I tells it straight an' square.
I'm a rare old tar
As nigh an' far
You'll not meet ev'rywhere.
I've seen 'er sail
In many a gale,
But she's done 'er final trip;
So I 'itches me breeches, an' a simple tale I pitches
O' this good ole Fusion ship.
'Twas Alf an' Joe,
Long years ago,
They built 'er any 'ow.
Twas a strange ole skiff
With 'er keel skew-wiff,
An' a double-ended bow.
Yus, a nose each end,
An' a grecian bend
Amidships, quaint an' queer.
When I seen 'er take the water, 'Ho!' ses I, 'she is a snorter!'
An' I gives a 'earty cheer.

An' sail she did.
But I'l lay ten quid
No ship, befor enor since,
Done 'ark 'er tricks;
'Er darned ole fix
'Ud make longshoremen wince.
She'd bob and bow,
The blamed old scow,
Like a wet an' foolish 'en;
An' 'er subsekint behav'er an' the effects fer to save 'er
Was a treat fer sialor-men.

An' Alf 'e was
'Er skipper, 'cos
No other could be got
To sail that craft!
An' fore an' aft
They was a rare ole lot.
So queer a crew
I never knew
An' Joe, 'e was fust mate.
An' to 'ear 'im scold and rate 'er, when 'e tried to navigate 'er -
Well, I tell yeh, it was great!

Fer some they said
To point 'er 'ead
Fer nor'-nor'-east by east,
Fer Tory Bay,
An' some said 'Nay,'
An' the langwidge never eased.
An' some they pressed
To sail doo west,
Fer the ole Freetection port.
An' the way she waltzed an' wobbled, while they 'owled an' fought an' squabbled.
Ho, I never seen sich sport!

An' poor ole Joe!
'Is watch below
Was mostly short an' sweet;
Fer 'e never knew
Wot time that crew
Might up an' change 'er beat.
But Alf, the boss,
'E took 'is doss,
An' 'e let 'er sail or stop;
Fer in days when seas was finer 'e was skipper of a liner,
An' 'e sorter felt the drop.

Now, she dropped at last
'Er anchor fast
In the 'arbor of Recess.
'Er sheets is tore,
An' 'er plates is wore,
An' she'll sail no more, I guess.
Alf got the pip
On 'er final trip,
An' there's some as said 'e swore
'E was sickened of 'er capers; so 'e 'anded in 'id papers,
An' she'll put to sea no more.
But it's 'ip, 'ip, 'ip!
fer the Fusion ship,
Fer the navigatin' 'en!
Since 'er cruise begun
She 'as give great fun
To us 'eart sailor-men.
We 'ave cheered an' laughed
An' joked an' chaffed
Since the day she put to sea;
So I takes a pull and 'itches (as our 'abit is) my breeches,
An' I give 'er three times three.

poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

En.Citatepedia®.ro

We will survive

Related quotes

The Wreck of the "Julie Plante": A Legend of Lac St. Pierre

I Had A Box of Poems

Rescued!

Museum Of The City Of...II

nixon's the One!

Still I Rise

Still I Rise

The Blue And Gray

Turnbuckles

Unfill The Vessel To Again Fill

In Rest

I want to call the name

Luminous Times

The Vessel That I am!

The Here And Now

Fog-Horns, Even Bow-Bells

Clouds And Moods

Winter Wonderland

Rise My Soul

The Hulk

En.Citatepedia^®.ro