• theteague (25)in #sailing • 6 years ago

  Parse: Stowaways onboard

  Twas evening napping in cockpit, Accused of whistling & tweeting, Logging Z’s softly awoken, “Teague is that you?” Not I! Twas forty winks a slumber, Search we did, find…

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• theteague (25)in #equatorial • 7 years ago

  Parse : Equatorial squall

  Ominous black cloud looms aft, Singular akin an old steam train, A few drops felt upon head, Suddenly wind speed doubles, Swarming rain barrels ń buckets, Torrents pełting…

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• theteague (25)in #poetry • 7 years ago

  Parse: Sailors' sustenance

  Discussion of the day, Dinner’s delight, Rolly polly pudding & pie, Preparing to feast, Below deck juggling the sway, Holding on one handed, Readying a scrumptious…

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• theteague (25)in #poetry • 7 years ago

  Parse: Sailing Atlantic Trade Winds

  Downwind whistles, Fresh Atlantic chill, Swell rolling, random wash astern, My mermaid cleansing deck, Swish swash, Gliding through the ocean, Vast multitude of cloud…

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