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Jus Primae Noctis

Jus Primae Noctis

A Poem by David Lewis Paget


(In medieval times, the right of the Lord of the Manor to spend the first night with a peasant's bride). John and Jayne at the altar stood, To p..
Wind and sea

Wind and sea

A Poem by Jay


A poem I wrote in my 7th year at school. Recent events reminded me of it, so I dicided to show it to you guys. Had to create a poem about another cult..
Close to the Edge

Close to the Edge

A Poem by David Lewis Paget


My father was a sailor He was always off the shore, And I’d watch his sailboat ‘Ransom’ As it gaff-rigged past our door, And he ..
Song of the Alkonost - Sailing on Troubled Seas

Song of the Alkonost - Sailing on Troubled Seas

A Poem by Neva Flores Smith - Chang..


The Alkonost have the ability to sing so beautifully that all who hear forget everything else and pause to listen to the music. Entire wars have come ..
Chambered Nautilus

Chambered Nautilus

A Story by Ruminating Archaeologist


nautilus means "sailor" in greek. thus, I suppose, the different chambers of this sailor are the memories and the ancestry and the dreams and thoughts..
Sailor's Lament

Sailor's Lament

A Poem by Kenneth Compton


"They sicken of the calm, who know the storm" - Dorothy Parker
No more Moorings, No more Ports

No more Moorings, No more Ports

A Poem by RFDIII


On leaving home and wanderlust.
Mother says F**k HIM

Mother says F**k HIM

A Poem by Abdul Batin Osman Bey


My mother use to say this but not anymore since we had a long talk, but I wrote this in reflection
The Landau

The Landau

A Poem by David Lewis Paget


The winter fogs roll in from the Thames While frost forms up on the eaves, The damp will settle in aching bones, While the tr..
Maybe Flotsam Junk Will Do Just Fine

Maybe Flotsam Junk Will Do Just Fine

A Story by Libby Carsons


Not your average shipwreck.
 Home Again in My Dress Blues

Home Again in My Dress Blues

A Chapter by Colt 45 & 9/16


Able comes to his home town in on leave for the 2nd time
Mermaid

Mermaid

A Poem by SPF


On my shipIn the seaBehind a rockBlue eyes I seeTo my surpriseThere is a maidBobbingWith the gentle wavesHer hair is long,A firey redThat cascades dow..

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