the Royaliste Posted November 2, 2003 Author Share Posted November 2, 2003 Sometimes for brief periods it's kind of fun to make believe that you don't own a boat. -Joe Richards The sailor is well aware that the stalls are filled with sea books written by landlubbers. -Lincoln Colcord Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read. -Groucho Marx Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Zephyr Posted November 2, 2003 Share Posted November 2, 2003 Sometimes for brief periods it's kind of fun to make believe that you don't own a boat.-Joe Richards The sailor is well aware that the stalls are filled with sea books written by landlubbers. -Lincoln Colcord Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read. -Groucho Marx One of me favorite philosophers! Were if W. C. Fields or the blessed Groucho who said...(seriously miss-quoting)..... "I'd never be so undiscerning as to belong to a club that would have me as a member......" PUB appropos Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
the Royaliste Posted November 2, 2003 Author Share Posted November 2, 2003 :) Groucho :) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Blind Rhoid Pyle Posted November 2, 2003 Share Posted November 2, 2003 "I'd never be so undiscerning as to belong to a club that would have me as a member......" Groucho actually lifted that line from British Prime Minister Benjamin Disraeli. But he did say... "Ah, I can see you right now bending over a hot stove. But I can't see the stove!" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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the Royaliste Posted November 3, 2003 Author Share Posted November 3, 2003 Were it not for sea-sickness, the whole world would be sailors. -Charles Darwin At sea I learned how little a person needs, not how much. -Robin Lee Graham Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cap'n Coyote Posted November 4, 2003 Share Posted November 4, 2003 Continuing with the song lyrics: COOL CHANGE Little River Band If there's one thing in my life that's missing It's the time that I spend alone Sailing on the cool and bright clear water Lots of those friendly people And they're showing me ways to go And I never want to lose their inspiration It's time for a cool change I know that it's time for a cool change Now that my life is so prearranged I know that it's time for a cool change Well I was born in the sign of water And it's there that I feel my best The albatross and the whales they are my brothers It's kind of a special feeling When you're out on the sea alone Staring at the full moon, like a lover Time for a cool change I know that it's time for a cool change Now that my life is so prearranged I know that it's time for a cool change Rumors of my death were right on the money. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rosalinda Posted November 4, 2003 Share Posted November 4, 2003 Crossing the Bar Alfred Lord Tennyson From: Demeter and other poems (I think this is about dying...not sure what the last line means?) Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there by no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crost the bar. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rosalinda Posted November 4, 2003 Share Posted November 4, 2003 Sea-Fever John Masefield From: Salt Water Ballads (1902) I must go down to the sea again, to the lonely sea and the sky And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by; And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking, And a grey mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking, I must go down to the sea again, for the call of the running tide Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied; And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying, And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying I must go down to the sea again, to the vagrant gypsy life, To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife; And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover, And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over. Argh, I know this isn't the poetry thread, but anyway.... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
the Royaliste Posted November 4, 2003 Author Share Posted November 4, 2003 A capital ship for an ocean trip was the Walloping Window-blind- No gale that blew dismayed her crew or troubled the captain's mind. The man at the wheel was taught to feel contempt for the wildest blow, And it often appeared as the weather had cleared, that he'd been in his bunk below. The boatswain's mate was very sedate, yet fond of amusement too; And he played hops-scotch with the starboard watch, while the captain tickled the crew. And the gunner we had was apparently mad, for he sat on the after-rail, And fired salutes with the captain's boots,in the teeth of the booming gale. The captain sat in a commodore's hat and dined in a royal way, But the cook was Dutch, and behaved as such; for the food he gave the crew Was a number of tons of hot-crossed buns, chopped up with sugar and glue. And we all felt ill as mariners will, on a diet that's cheap and rude; And we shivered and shook as we dipped the cook in a tub of his gluesome food. The nautical pride we laid aside, and we cast the vessel ashore on the Gulliby Isles, where the Poohpooh smiles, and the Anagazanders roar. Composed of sand was that favored land, and trimmed with cinnamon straws; And pink and blue was the pleasing hue of the Tickletoeteasers claws. And we sat on the edge of a sandy ledge,and shot at the whistling bee; And the Binnacle-bats wore water-proof hats as they danced in the sounding sea. On a rubagub bark, from dawn to dark, we fed till we all had grown Uncommonly shrunk-when a Chinese junk came by from the torriby zone. She was stubby and square, but we didn't much care, and we cheerily put to sea; And we left the crew of the junk to chew on the bark of the rubagub tree. -'A Nautical Ballad', by Charles Edward Carryl Misplaced earlier, moved by request Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Coastie04 Posted November 4, 2003 Share Posted November 4, 2003 Eyes of A Wolf -Wendy Joseph The ocean watches With the eyes of a wolf Follows the ship as she puts to sea Strong bones and strong hands to guide her But the eyes of the wolf, they watch, and wait Tanker northbound, trawlers ahead The eyes of the wolf are watching Purple tides rush forward faster than plotted And eight million barrels meet fish holds The eyes of the wolf, they gleam A silent watchkeeper updates the log Radar says all is clear ahead Below a submerged container awaits New delivery for the contents The eyes of the wolf watch it near the bow A bare pole zig-zags fifty degrees The mast of a single-hander At the helm, unaware dark bilge water's rising The skipper thinks of a shower at home And the eyes of the wolf, they dance Northwater blue meets indigo south And two weather systems combine Force ten gale turns blue to white And canyons to mountains they rise The eyes of the wolf pierce the spray Ashore they watch the sky And think out six hundred miles Where is the soft wind to blow mine home Let the wolf hurl savage howls round my ship Let the eyes of the wolf draw away The eyes of the wolf be devil Side stove in, stern going low Dark undershores wait as the Mayday goes out Final arced wave silver green dashes all And the eyes of the wolf delight There is no safe sea Pitch bottomed sun blue waters Drawn into a current no one can claim Vanish the soul past last breath's chill Under lantern glowing eyes of the wolf Dawn comes again to safe harbors The chief brings the engines to life Cook's beating eggs in the galley Deckhands cast off the last line And the eyes of the wolf, they watch, and wait She was bigger and faster when under full sail With a gale on the beam and the seas o'er the rail Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Blind Rhoid Pyle Posted November 5, 2003 Share Posted November 5, 2003 Sailor Kevin Godley & Lol Creme Sailor, I love you, but you only love the sea Sailor, why don't you love me? Like a ship in a bottle, you ache for the sea, Sailor, ache a little for me. I'll haunt every harbor 'til the sea decides, If our love goes in or out with the tide, I'll still be here when the ocean's dried, Oh Sailor, you're still my man. Sailor, I love you, but you only love the sea Sailor, why don't you love me? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rosalinda Posted November 5, 2003 Share Posted November 5, 2003 Waterfront John Lee Hooker I cover the waterfront, watchin' the ship go by I could see, everybody's baby, but I couldn't see mine I could see, the ships pullin' in, to the harbor I could see the people, meetin' their loved one Shakin' hand, I sat there, so all alone, coverin' the waterfront And after a while, all the people, left the harbor, and headed for their destination All the ships, left the harbor, and headed for their next destination I sat there, coverin' the waterfront And after a while, I looked down the ocean, as far as I could see, in the fog, I saw a ship It headed, this way, comin' out the foam It must be my baby, comin' down And after a while, the ship pulled into the harbor, rollin' slow, so cripple And my baby, stepped off board I was still, coverin' the waterfront Said "Johnny, our ship had trouble, with the fog And that's why we're so late, so late Comin' home, comin' down' Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
the Royaliste Posted November 5, 2003 Author Share Posted November 5, 2003 As I drift in my boat on the harbor, in the calm of the summer night, The moon in the arms of the crescent floods all with its misty light. The water reflects the moonbeams in a wavy, twisted band, Like a mirror of polished metal from some distant Eastern land. No sound but the click of the rowlock, and the measured dip of an oar, And the lisping plash of the ripples, as they break on the western shore. -Dexter Carlton Washburn Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
the Royaliste Posted November 6, 2003 Author Share Posted November 6, 2003 You may delay, but time will not. -Benjamin Franklin Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Coastie04 Posted November 6, 2003 Share Posted November 6, 2003 You're planning to make a ship sail against wind and tide by lighting a fire below deck?? I don't have time to listen to that kind of nonsense! - Napoleon, about Robert Fultons plans to make a Steamboat She was bigger and faster when under full sail With a gale on the beam and the seas o'er the rail Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Captain of the 'REVENGE' Posted November 7, 2003 Share Posted November 7, 2003 "The nearer the land, The greater the danger." To command is to serve, Nothing more and nothing less. -Andre' Malraux "Meet my Raven, his name is 'Death', and he's hungry" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Blind Rhoid Pyle Posted November 8, 2003 Share Posted November 8, 2003 "There is nothing - absolutely nothing - half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats." -Ratty said to Mole in Kenneth Grahame's beloved 1908 classic, The Wind in the Willows. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Captain of the 'REVENGE' Posted November 8, 2003 Share Posted November 8, 2003 To me, nothing made by man is more beautiful than a sailboat under way in fine weather. -Robert Manry "Meet my Raven, his name is 'Death', and he's hungry" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TalesOfTheSevenSeas Posted November 9, 2003 Share Posted November 9, 2003 Here's a jazzy WWII era song which was sung by the Andrews Sisters in the 1940's- Shoo Shoo Baby You've seen him up and down the avenue And now he's wearin' the navy blue She had a tear in the corner of her eye As he said his last goodbye Shoo, shoo, shoo baby Shoo, shoo, shoo baby Bye, bye, bye baby Do-dah do-day Your papa's off to the seven seas Don't cry baby Don't sigh baby Bye, bye, bye baby Do-dah do-day When I come back we'll live a life of ease Seems kinda tough now To say goodbye this way But papa's gotta be rough now So that he can be sweet to you another day Bye, bye, bye baby Don't cry baby Shoo, shoo, shoo baby Do-dah do-day Your papa's off to the seven seas (Shhh-shoo baby) Do-dah do-day (Shhh-shoo baby) Do-dah do-day (Shhh-shoo baby, shoo, shoo) QUIET!! I want a little bit o' quiet in the house, please (She wants a little bit of quiet in the house) So your papa's on his way to cross the seven seas So don't you cry, oh, don't you sigh goodbye now Shoo, shoo baby Shooo-oo-oo Shoo, shoo my baby Shoooo Goodbye baby, don't you cry no more Your big tall papa's off to the seven seas Seems kinda tough now To say goodbye this way But papa's gotta be rough now So that he can be sweet to you another day Shhhh baby, shhhh baby Shoo, shoo, shoo baby Goodbye, goodbye Your papa's off to the seven seas, the seven seas Your big tall papa's off to the seven seas -Claire "Poison Quill" Warren Pyrate Mum of Tales of the Seven Seas www.talesofthesevenseas.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Coastie04 Posted November 10, 2003 Share Posted November 10, 2003 To me, nothing made by man is more beautiful than a sailboat under way in fine weather.-Robert Manry You forgot the best part of the quote... To me, nothing made by man is more beautiful than a sailboat under way in fine weather, and to be on that sailboat is to be as close to heaven as I expect to get. It is unalloyed happiness. -Robert Manry She was bigger and faster when under full sail With a gale on the beam and the seas o'er the rail Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Coastie04 Posted November 10, 2003 Share Posted November 10, 2003 Cruising is more than a sport. The mood of it comes over you at times, and you can neither work nor rest nor heed another call until you have a deck beneath your feet and point a bowsprit out to sea. -Arthrur Sturgis Hildebrand She was bigger and faster when under full sail With a gale on the beam and the seas o'er the rail Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
the Royaliste Posted November 10, 2003 Author Share Posted November 10, 2003 It has always seemed to me that a bit of historical or romance reading about strange coasts adds much to the enjoyment of a cruise. -Carl D. Lane Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Captain of the 'REVENGE' Posted November 10, 2003 Share Posted November 10, 2003 I have hunted wild boars and watched wild lions, built boats and killed many men. -T.E. Lawrence "Meet my Raven, his name is 'Death', and he's hungry" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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