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. (1) Softly Speaks Our Dream 10/27/2008
8. All Good Things 12/27/2008
9. ((Working On It)) 2/19/2009
10. ((0)) Dry Hulls Don'T Float 3/24/2009
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. Today 10/21/2010
23. Reality Of Dreams 3/15/2011
24. More Than A Kettle 4/3/2011
25. (0) Bon Port 12/1/2008
26. The Boat Catcher 8/13/2009
27. Tree Mooning (Re-Worked) 10/22/2011
28. The Hopeful Heart Of It 10/25/2011
29. Gone Blue 12/21/2007
30. Grave Stock Market Tip 10/28/2011
31. Blink 10/29/2011
32. Fate - Mystery Solved Then 11/12/2011
33. Grandad's Green Flash 11/18/2011
34. Tit Fot Tat 11/17/2011
35. Ship Of Life 11/21/2011
36. Freedom's Price - Re-Post 11/26/2011
37. Auto Motive 10/30/2011
38. Backward Walks The Kangaroo 11/4/2011
39. Sweet Bay 1/20/2014
40. The Secret Of A Good Soufflé 6/23/2014
Best Poem of Sailing to windward

((O)) Wrist Tag, Toe Tag

At birth,
a tag on the wrist
generates a list
of places one may roam.
The concept of race
limits the space
a man can call his home.

In life,
beliefs chance provided
keep us divided
and confuse our sense of right.
Our level of wealth
dictates our health
and who will win the fight.

In death,
that tag on the toe
won’t help us to know
if we’re off to fire or glory.
It’s not what we take,
but the love we make
that’ll shape the final story.

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My Idea Of Heaven

Lord, in my heaven, the sun smiles warmth and laughter.
The sky and clouds have many bright colours - and we
look up to them in wonder.
Rivers ride waterfalls, streams wave green wands, brooks babble mystery and all flow with fish.
Thirsts are slaked, gratefully; days and stomachs never hungry.
Night holds no darkness or terror, and the restless sea is a lullaby, hummed by a rocking chair.
Life's weft and warp are comfort and routine, as needed,
and to each may come delight, surprise,

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