A Wind Has Got to Blow
(Chorus Repeated at *'s)
You’re sending me mixed signals...
To start, to stop, to go—
I’m trying to be patient—
But a wind has got to blow.
A whisper in the silence,
A rose left at the gate,
A river bathed in moonlight
A note that cautions “Wait”…
Your eyes are full of magic
They hold me in your spell
But even magic falters
With enough time to dispel.
I’m leaving in the morning
I’m sailing ‘cross the sea
So give me a straight answer—
Shall I come back to thee?
I’ll wait down by the river
Till the moonlight leaves the sky
Then I’ll sail away forever,
And never more come nigh.
My place is with the Ocean
The Sea. She calls to me like a distant friend.
Her waves are a promise that never ends.
She swells deep inside me like a yearning pain,
I must return, I can not refrain.
My place is the Ocean, out at sea,
to remain on land would be the death of me.
So I hurry forward and board the ship,
for we have many adventures planned for this trip.
The Ocean she calls to me like a long lost friend,
her breath upon my cheek, her mist upon my skin.
One day I'll die here and be buried at sea,
but there's no better place, than the ocean for me.
The Lad Who Cried Kracken
Scarcely out of port we were
Before the questioning began.
This one's a reader, to be sure,
But of what, I nay understand!
For some script filled his freckled head
With no ocean I e'er sailed,
And even greenest sailor's dread
He by comparison left paled.
Why, 'twas on that first fortnight
He exclaimed, "Oh, scraping sound!
Be it bony claws by moonlight
To jealous pull the living down?"
I nearly dropped my lantern cold,
As I quickly there denied,
"Nay, just cargo in the hold,
Shifting slightly side to side."
Quelled for but a day he was,
'Till once again he cried out, "Hark!
The creaking sound of great whale jaws,
Unhinging in the abyssal dark,
To swallow us whole, first and last!"
The crew, amidst guffaws, rescind,
"Nay, just bending beam and mast,
As we tack into the wind."
Nearly to our destination,
His sea legs fin'ly fit and broke,
He followed our eyes' investigation,
"That ship," says he, "just fisher folk?
Come to welcome us through the shoal?"
All were silent save for one.
"Nay, that great sail and flag of coal
Tell perhaps our tale is done."
A Freebooters Resume'
Snaggle Jaw Bert that would be me
Saltest seadog 'er to sail o'er the sea
Well known to be deadly with flintlock or blade
The canon me cannot fire has n'er been made
Master o' the helm o' a ship o' the line
Frigate, schooner, or brigantine
'er be not aboard ship what me cannot can do
If me grew a third hand could be a whole crew
Know all the chores from bow-sprit to rudder
Can pump out the bilge and swab out the clutter
Can trice up the stays can reeve all the spars
Can cipher the fathoms while sounding fer bars
Skilled at plattin rope and mendin 'o sail
while shinnin the riggin in the mist 'o a gale
Been sailin the brimmy since but a wee lad
fightin and plunderin fer all what me had
N'er be one fer shirkin me duty
long as be gets me fair share o' booty
So if ye be on the lookout fer to shore up ye crew
Ol' Snaggle Jaw Bert be the best ye can do.
The Paths of the Sea
Haiku Gloss on Psalm8:8-9*
the fowl of the air
glide through endless opal skies
dive rough or calm seas
and fish of the sea
school through living coral reefs
passeth the plankton and kelp
feeding vast oceans
through paths of the sea
swim magnificent mammals
that name each other
O LORD our Lord, how
awe inspiring is the sea
power sine waves pound
excellent thy name--
creation--mother of life--
in all the earth what
is more insignificant
than men on the sea
4. What is man, that thou art mindful of him?...
*8. The fowl of the air, and the fish of the sea, and whatsoever passeth through the paths of the seas.
*9. O LORD our Lord, how excellent is thy name in all the earth!)