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To the Sea in Ships

Updated on October 5, 2014

They Go Down to the Sea in Ships - Poems of the Sea

They that go down to the sea in ships,

that do business in great waters ...

So begins Psalm 107

Join me on a discovery of the wonders and beauty of sailing through original poetry


All poetry copyright Mindy Makuta (aka MyFairLadyah) Reprint with Permission

Of the sea I am inspired by what I see around me

and by what I hear and by what I imagine

Let Us Sail the Waves

On the subject of weddings at sea

Let us sail the waves to the middle of the ocean

And drag out the captain from his wheel house

No matter that the ship is from fore to aft a-motion

So that you and I become one another's spouse

What a way to wed; T'was commoner long ago

When for months on end a shore would not be near

They'd celebrate the rite, then scurry down below

So better quarters they could commandeer

Masted Ships

Masted ships point toward the glittering surface of the sea

Away from the concrete and stucco enclaves of the bay

Some will entertain those aboard with the wind's melody

Others will seek the birds; harbingers of a fine catch this day

Quiet motors avail to aid the captain's tasks

Augmenting a sail's luffing in the wind

A partly sunny day is all one asks

As they glide to meet the dolphins and other creatures finned

Tis nigh sundown; a three-sailed schooner glides

Directly 'neath the yellow star

The wind gusts stiffly with the tides

And we are trebly glad for where we are

The Golden Vanity - A very favorite song/poem of mine

The Caravel - A Story of Courage and Loss

The ocean was calm that October morn

As the caravel edged around Cape Horn

Men carried out their various tasks

Stopping to sip water from heavy flasks

By and by the clouds appeared

Towards the nearest port, the ship, they steered

A cold grey drizzle came and chilled their bones

They lashed themselves to masts and thought of home

Darker and darker, a deluge mighty hard

Lightning flashed downward like glass shards

Prayers were whispered and caught on the wind

The ship lurched in that ocean spot where it was pinned

Hours saw the breakage of man and craft

With no option to launch their puny raft

Hours more and only flotsam lay in the wake

But the Lord did not these men forsake

Just called them earlier than they had thought

For their livelihoods on the seas they had sought

And of this possibility they had been taught

So their deaths upon the sea were wrought

Ashore, the families held a service for those lost

Who perished as the seas roiled and tossed

With Mariners' hymns echoing within the apse

While the wee children slept upon mothers' laps

Strong Armed Men - On those who go to the sea to fish

Strong armed men labor on the rigs and docks

Not paying heed to man-made clocks

Looking skyward for their time of day

As pelicans wait for scraps tossed their way

Soon the sailors put to the sea as many have before

Toiling long days or weeks to catch the albacore

Bronzed skin from sun's incessant shine

Marks years of pulling in strong fishing line

Away from solid ground they balance well

Keeping footing sure as decks toss in the swells

'tis said that those who go to the sea in ships

Have the Lord's benevolence guiding their trips

So with the guiding light of heavenly spheres

The men shove off from shores' weathered piers

To reap the plentiful bounty of the sea

As mariners have done through eternity

He'd Like to be Sailing

Oh, to live again on a sail boat

I talked to a man at the bar last night

Who likes to surrender a day to fishing

Off a 30' sailboat would be his delight

Reeling in a big catch he'd be wishing

To live on the boat and put to the sea

With a slip at the harbor as needed

Cooking up what he caught as fresh as can be

While every marine warning he heeded

He'd have friends aboard to partake of the sun

And the salt air in the billowing sails

They'd down a few beers sharing maritime fun

While swabbing the decks of entrails

They that go down to the sea in ships,

that do business in great waters ...

-- Beginning of Psalm 107

Sailing and Rhythm of My Heart - Rod Stewart

Would Thee Have a Sailing Ship

Would thee have a sailing ship

And tie thee well thy knot

Or would thee prefer to skip

A cushy motored yacht

A Video Sail from New Zealand to Fiji

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    • norma-holt profile image

      norma-holt 7 years ago

      Lovely poetic talent. Growing up in Bondi and with the magnificent Sydney harbour a stone's throw away meant never being far from the musical sounding throb of waves at night and the boats, fish, surf and everything the sea entails. It's the smell of the sea and the throb of the waves that I miss the most now that I live in the Southern Highlands and rarely see the ocean. Great lens and featured on Ghost Ships

    • TreasuresBrenda profile image

      Treasures By Brenda 7 years ago from Canada

      I miss living near the sea...

    • darciefrench lm profile image

      darciefrench lm 7 years ago

      Beautiful lens- it felt like I was on peaceful seas. Angel blessed.