Sailing to windward


Sailing to windward Poems

1. Sweet Seeds 12/15/2007
2. St George's, Grenada, Christmas Day 12/26/2007
3. Glitterazi 2/2/2008
4. Sounds Like...... 2/3/2008
5. When Valentines Is Over 2/15/2008
6. At A Loss, Perhaps 6/21/2008
7. All Good Things 12/27/2008
8. ((Working On It)) 2/19/2009
9. ((0)) Dry Hulls Don'T Float 3/24/2009
10. One At A Time 5/3/2009
11. (*) Forever Sailing 5/3/2009
12. Harbour Dues 12/22/2009
13. Casting Stones 12/25/2009
14. (brilliant Performance - Re-Post) 1/1/2010
15. ((Of Mind's Change)) 1/1/2010
16. Life Is................... 1/2/2010
17. (0) Carbon God 1/8/2010
18. Herm Island - Keeper Of Hearts 1/16/2010
19. Vice Versa 2/1/2010
20. Vanity 3/18/2010
21. *** Carp(E) Diem 3/20/2010
22. (1) Softly Speaks Our Dream 10/27/2008
23. Today 10/21/2010
24. Reality Of Dreams 3/15/2011
25. More Than A Kettle 4/3/2011
26. (0) Bon Port 12/1/2008
27. The Boat Catcher 8/13/2009
28. Fate - Mystery Solved Then 11/12/2011
29. Grandad's Green Flash 11/18/2011
30. Tit Fot Tat 11/17/2011
31. Ship Of Life 11/21/2011
32. Freedom's Price - Re-Post 11/26/2011
33. Tree Mooning (Re-Worked) 10/22/2011
34. The Hopeful Heart Of It 10/25/2011
35. Gone Blue 12/21/2007
36. Grave Stock Market Tip 10/28/2011
37. Blink 10/29/2011
38. Auto Motive 10/30/2011
39. Backward Walks The Kangaroo 11/4/2011
40. Sweet Bay 1/20/2014
Best Poem of Sailing to windward

((0)) Faith, Rocks And Other Rainbows

If thoughts
were carried on scented winds
And prayers
were caught by candle light,
If love
was found under seaside rocks
And dreams
fell ripe from honey trees,
If faith
was kept afloat, gliding,
in a green canoe,
and fish knew
our given names
and how to let us go,
and if life
was more than a teardrop
clinging,
briefly,
to a smile
and if wars were fought
with lollipops and laughter
and our children
never cried,
would we still need
those 'good books'
and rainbows in the sky?

Read the full of ((0)) Faith, Rocks And Other Rainbows

(0) Me First

I am left behind
In constant state of catching
Up flies another target
And I miss

Others came before me;
I am always second
at being in front,
or last.

Except when
You are watching, then
I always cross the line
First.

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