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Cpat Hair

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since 2001-06-05

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0 posted 2003-11-19 09:18 AM

Currents lie twisted along her bed
And Mark the call of depth greater than
The bars of edge
                           line past twain
we breathe in sighs
                               deep enough
to pass

but she pushes hard the hull
and would sweep us down to Lady Orleans
who lies supine in languished repose
inviting all to come
                          with few to truly leave

Steady the hand
Comes up this way a bend
Where the Lily met her death ignoble
As Captain swilled his rum
And cotton on deck shifted in turn
To leave her hulled on last springs snag
Then to burn
                     Compromised

So speak to me softly dear
With words drawn from this murky deep
For too full I am to drink
Too foolish am I to dream
And would hear the voice of you
Recount beauty
                          To me the beast

Come Spring She’ll change again
And I may not sail her length
But this season’s work’s begun
And my mind still traces her curves
Hoping none will find me calling clear

“ Half Mark, Turn Slow, or we hull, keep her steady boys
or down we go”

Whisper again your words to me
       that I might remember them
even if lost

[This message has been edited by Cpat Hair (11-19-2003 09:24 AM).]

Enchantress
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since 2001-08-14

Posts 35113
Canada eh.

1 posted 2003-11-19 09:20 AM

Fantastic morning read Captain..
I hope your day is full of smooth sailing!
Hugs~

~I've loved you forever, in lifetimes before~

Seymour Tabin
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Tamarac Fla

2 posted 2003-11-19 09:21 AM

Cpat,
Well done enjoyed the read.

Sunshine

Administrator

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since 1999-06-25

Posts 63354
Listening to every heart

3 posted 2003-11-19 09:22 AM

I've been transported to Clemens' time,
and slow the channel goes...

Now.

Do it again.

icebox
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since 2003-05-03

Posts 4383
in the shadows

4 posted 2003-11-19 09:49 AM

Wow! You made me miss the sun on the water at dawn.

Thanks!

wranx
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since 2002-06-07

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Moved from a shack to a barn

5 posted 2003-11-19 10:15 AM

"So speak to me softly dear
With words drawn from this murky deep
For too full I am to drink
Too foolish am I to dream
And would hear the voice of you
Recount beauty
To me the beast"

This is the bit that speaks loudest to me, that says the most....

These were good to see m'friend

EvocativeVerse2
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since 2003-09-10

Posts 1279

6 posted 2003-11-19 10:20 AM

#1 must read poem of the day! Bravo my friend. I love this. This is such an interesting read. It makes me want to read it again. Back to the top of the list this goes...and back to reareading it I go.

Remember, if you're not part of the future, you're history!

Cpat Hair

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since 2001-06-05

Posts 11793

7 posted 2003-11-19 10:23 AM

Nancy.. thank you ma'am, hope you enjoyed.

Sy.. thank you kind sir

Sunshine.. perhaps not in Clemens time, perhaps timeless.. thank you ma'am

Ice.. to think something I wrote struck a chord of some kind with you is an honor sir

Ed.. that part is the center.. tied to the end with a lot of crap around it that tries to be of some importance, but in fact is probably not.. appreciate your eyes..and your picking out the heart of it...

Evocative..LOL.. glad you enjoyed.. but doubt it would be classed as more than a weak effort.. you kind words are appreciated, thank you

[This message has been edited by Cpat Hair (11-19-2003 10:24 AM).]

Midnitesun

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Gaia

8 posted 2003-11-19 11:20 AM

For too full I am to drink
Too foolish am I to dream
And would hear the voice of you
Recount beauty
To me the beast
*****************************************
Maybe, but what a pleasurable poetic beast!

NewEnglandlazurlu
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since 2002-01-04

Posts 7470
A Mountain Paradise

9 posted 2003-11-19 11:25 AM

Hi Ron ... how I long to be sitting on Nan's beach watching the water and the waves. Doesn't matter how cold or windy.

A wonderfully, delightful write to go along with my tea this morning.

Hugs and Smiles, Marti

“Prayer makes the heart large enough until it can contain God’s gift of Himself.”
Blessed Mother Teresa

LeeJ
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since 2003-06-19

Posts 13296

10 posted 2003-11-19 11:43 AM

This was a sensational read..Mr. Seaman...what a write...grabed hold of me and wouldn't let go, so I had to hit this verse with my purse, like the woman with the hair net on Laughin....whewwwww, thought I was a gonner!

Seriously though, sensational!

Cpat Hair

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since 2001-06-05

Posts 11793

11 posted 2003-11-19 12:14 PM

Midnight... lol.. you are far too kind and when I scratched the furniture to sharpen my claws, you'd change your mind....

New england... I've spent so little time near the sea or ocean I could not imagine living where I could actually go and visit, listen tot he sounds and see the world change as it does over water.. but I guess water is water..for me the rivers have always been a draw.. and I prefer the small ones.that live and change each season while remaining intimate intheir lessons.. thank you for the kind words..and for the read.

Lee..lmao.. never had one of my offerings compared to something that needed to be beat off with a purse... but perhaps it is fitting. As for the sea, as I explained above, for me it is the stream and rivers.. but the draw and pull is much the same, just a quieter way to expereince the beauty and peace as well as the lessons of water..

thanks all.... your kind responses are greatly appreciated..

Janet Marie
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since 2000-01-22

Posts 18554

12 posted 2003-11-19 12:49 PM

So speak to me softly dear
With words drawn from this murky deep
For too full I am to drink
Too foolish am I to dream
And would hear the voice of you
Recount beauty
To me the beast

Come Spring She’ll change again
And I may not sail her length
But this season’s work’s begun
And my mind still traces her curves
Hoping none will find me calling clear

“ Half Mark, Turn Slow, or we hull, keep her steady boys
or down we go”

Whisper again your words to me
that I might remember them
even if lost
===========================

For every time I spoke to you of my love and need of being near water...and my new found love of the ocean...you have always said the river was where you were drawn...

Once again the currents and bends become a muse that gifts you well....
this one rides up there high with some of your best..and thats a LONG list in my library.

So when we going fishing..you bring the johnboat...I got the bait...we'll float down and pick un Sen...shes got the crawdads