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Array ( [sid] => 47999 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Sailboat in Moonlight (Oil on Canvas) [time] => 2004-05-17 23:30:03 [hometext] => A poem about the beauty of the sea at night. [bodytext] => Oh, I heard a noise while sailing
From adulterers out whaling,
And they asked me, with their backs turned,
If I knew about the moon.

So I told them I’d heard of it,
Asked them what they wished to know,
And they smiled, with their backs turned,
And they asked what makes it glow.

So, of course, I took my telescope,
And stared that moon right down,
And below me, heard a whisper,
And a new peculiar sound.

Down below me, in the water, I have ne’er understood,
There suddenly appeared a small, rune-shaped piece of wood,
So I picked it up and christened it and held it to the moon,
And within it, I could see a tiny band playing a tune.

So I told the Danish whalers,
Who were running out of luck,
That the moon glows simply brilliant
When the proper chords are struck,

And the tiny band above us
Played away their little soul,
As the pearl-white young belugas
Danced until their hearts were full

Then the whalers fell asleep
As they drifted through the mist,
And my lips uttered a “Thank you.”,
But would rather have been kissed

By the whales and the moonlight, and beauty all around.
Then I jumped into the paradise and let myself be drowned,
And I freed my silly spirit, and it went and joined the band
That fills your soul with splendor and makes the moon so grand. [comments] => 10 [counter] => 227 [topic] => 21 [informant] => Butterat_zool [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 28 [ratings] => 6 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
Sailboat in Moonlight (Oil on Canvas)

Contributed by Butterat_zool on Monday, 17th May 2004 @ 11:30:03 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems



Oh, I heard a noise while sailing
From adulterers out whaling,
And they asked me, with their backs turned,
If I knew about the moon.

So I told them I’d heard of it,
Asked them what they wished to know,
And they smiled, with their backs turned,
And they asked what makes it glow.

So, of course, I took my telescope,
And stared that moon right down,
And below me, heard a whisper,
And a new peculiar sound.

Down below me, in the water, I have ne’er understood,
There suddenly appeared a small, rune-shaped piece of wood,
So I picked it up and christened it and held it to the moon,
And within it, I could see a tiny band playing a tune.

So I told the Danish whalers,
Who were running out of luck,
That the moon glows simply brilliant
When the proper chords are struck,

And the tiny band above us
Played away their little soul,
As the pearl-white young belugas
Danced until their hearts were full

Then the whalers fell asleep
As they drifted through the mist,
And my lips uttered a “Thank you.”,
But would rather have been kissed

By the whales and the moonlight, and beauty all around.
Then I jumped into the paradise and let myself be drowned,
And I freed my silly spirit, and it went and joined the band
That fills your soul with splendor and makes the moon so grand.




Copyright © Butterat_zool ... [ 2004-05-17 23:30:03]
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Re: Sailboat in Moonlight (Oil on Canvas) (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Monday, 17th May 2004 @ 11:36:06 PM AEST
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breath taking now I want the ocean living in the desert a river does not run through it awwwww I can hear the sea
Michelle


Re: Sailboat in Moonlight (Oil on Canvas) (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Monday, 17th May 2004 @ 11:39:05 PM AEST
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exquisitly beautiful!!!! hugs n' love nessa

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Re: Sailboat in Moonlight (Oil on Canvas) (User Rating: 1 )
by Silent-No-More on Tuesday, 18th May 2004 @ 12:04:15 AM AEST
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Wow. Well done! ' nuff said.


Re: Sailboat in Moonlight (Oil on Canvas) (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 18th May 2004 @ 02:05:23 AM AEST
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I found this really entertaining, if a little disjointed in its theme, where you move from a 'rune shaped piece of wood', to 'playing a tune'. I don't remember now if this is in the dreams topic, so If it is, just forget I mentioned it because it would work well there.
Apart from that part, the rest of your poem was enchanting. I like the sea (in case you hadn't noticed) and appreciate any poem written with it in mind.


Re: Sailboat in Moonlight (Oil on Canvas) (User Rating: 1 )
by liquidsunshine on Tuesday, 18th May 2004 @ 06:39:24 AM AEST
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As I read this poem, a tranquility began to melt away the tension of the morning. I'm not even fond of the sea, but this tale is enchanting and could not have a better storyteller or a better flow. This is truly an artwork.
Bravo and encore!!
Love,
Chelsea
P.S. I did use your "Acid Rain/Pollution" in my paper and I'll let you know how that goes when I get the grade.


Re: Sailboat in Moonlight (Oil on Canvas) (User Rating: 1 )
by Spike on Tuesday, 18th May 2004 @ 06:51:32 AM AEST
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Almost, almost perfect. A lovely, romantic, silly, profound write. A beautiful, whimsical thought made real. It washed away the detritus of my day and has put me in a happy place. For that I thank you.

Spike


Re: Sailboat in Moonlight (Oil on Canvas) (User Rating: 1 )
by Merry on Tuesday, 18th May 2004 @ 01:14:37 PM AEST
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wonderful and enchanting - lovely images

merry


Re: Sailboat in Moonlight (Oil on Canvas) (User Rating: 1 )
by blueheart on Saturday, 22nd May 2004 @ 02:31:45 AM AEST
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I believe this is the first poem I have read by you. Amazing piece of poetry, excellent choice of words. Beautiful imagery. All in all a captivating write. It's no wonder this piece was named a special poem on the site. Great job.


Re: Sailboat in Moonlight (Oil on Canvas) (User Rating: 1 )
by Archie on Monday, 24th May 2004 @ 02:58:52 PM AEST
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Very cool poem. So how's it playing up there?


Re: Sailboat in Moonlight (Oil on Canvas) (User Rating: 1 )
by wray on Friday, 4th June 2004 @ 01:02:22 AM AEST
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I love this. I don't love many poems. I'm not that talented myself but I'm a harsh critic (keep most of it inside though so people don't hate me).

As soon as I read the 4th line I thought: This is gonna be a cool read. You're a cool person.




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