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Ode № 52128

Beam reach

by INTRANSIT

Member since 2002 · Posted 9 Jun 2003 · Edited 9 Jun 2003 · 9 comments

I, the Captain, this vessel my maiden, chased away from the land of the sun. I hoist my mainsail, spirit unladen knowing full well this voyage, begun. I lead, she follows, to futures unknown. I tension the lines to grace her with speed, while thoughts filter through trails of white foam, the spindrift rises and settles to bead. Our dance, a sway, to the beat of the waves cutting our course with the wind and her gusts. Daylight is passing, we cross unseen graves dashing past death with a mutual trust.

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[8] Christof 9-Jun-03/7:49 AM Reply
Very graceful (though watch spelling - 'futres'). Lovely alliteration of t and l in the middle stanza, you realy feel the tension and equilibrium there.
[n/a] INTRANSIT › Christof 9-Jun-03/8:42 AM Reply
well, flip! Thanks for the catch. Intently watching my subject and rythm, stepped right over it. Ever persuing the elusive iamb.
[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 9-Jun-03/9:39 AM Reply
An Unfortunate Gybing Incident (Horror) by -=Dark_Angel=-

Ready about! Lee ho!
*squelch*
O Jesu, what have I done....
[n/a] INTRANSIT › -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 9-Jun-03/4:09 PM Reply
Narrarator: You see, INTRANSIT, new to sailing, was thinking "upwind tack" when the order was given, thereby allowing the wind to catch him unawares. This in turn, caused his "deck shoes", wet from an previous unpleasantry, to *squelch* and ungrip themselves, sending INTRANSIT to feed the prawnes.
[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. › INTRANSIT 9-Jun-03/5:28 PM Reply
actually, *squelch* is the sound the boom makes when it slams into your horrid face.
[n/a] INTRANSIT › -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 9-Jun-03/6:29 PM Reply
Now, why is my face so hor-rid?
It wasn't that way when I boarded.
Your stories are sordid
your deck is not non-skid
And adeiu to you, I must bid.
[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. › INTRANSIT 9-Jun-03/6:42 PM Reply
There once was a lady from Ealing
who almost et her ceiling.
She licked her ceiling
with floppy lips,
and then said "Oh no, I've et my ceiling!"
[n/a] <~> › -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 9-Jun-03/6:58 PM Reply
the way i heard it, she said, "O, Jesu! What have I done?!!"
[9] horus8 9-Jun-03/11:18 AM Reply
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