Poesi for utstyrsfanatikere

[HaHa]

Sakser denne fra blur.se, som igjen har sakset fra Petit Bateau

 

I must go down to the seas again, in a modern high-tech boat,

And all I ask is electric, for comfort while afloat,

And alternators, and solar panels, and generators going,

And deep cycfe batteries with many amperes flowing.

 

I must go down to the seas again, to the autopilot’s ways,

And all I ask is a GPS, and a radar, and displays,

And a cell phone, and a weatherfax, and a short wave radio,

And compact disks, computer games, and TV videos.

 

I must go down to the seas again, with a freezer full of steaks,

And all I ask is a microwave, and a blender for milkshakes,

And a watermaker, air-conditioner, hot water in the sink,

And E-mail and a VHF to see what my buddies think.

 

I must go down to the seas again, with power-furling sails,

And chart displays of all the seas, and a bullhorn for loud hails,

And motors pulling anchor chains, and push-button sheets,

And programs which take full control of tacking during beats.

 

I must go down to the seas again, and not leave frends behind,

And so they never get seasick we’ll use the web on-line,

And all I ask is an Internet with satellites over me,

And beaming all the data up, my friends sail virtually.

 

I must go down to the seas again, record tlie humpback whales,

Compute until I decipher their language and their tales,

And learn to sing in harmony, converse beneath the waves,

And befriend the gentle giants as my synthesizer plays.

 

I must go down to the seas again, with RAM in gigabytes,

And teraflops of processing for hobbies that I like,

And software suiting all my wants, seated at my console

And pushing on the buttons which give me complete control.

 

I must go down to the seas again, my concept seems quite sound,

But when I simulate this boat some problems I have found,

The cost is astronomical, repairs will never stop,

Instead of going sailing I’ll be shackled to the dock.

 

I must go down to the seas again, how can I get away?

Must I be locked in low-tech boats until my dying day’?

Is there no cure for my complaint, no technologic fix?

Oh I fear electric fever is a habit I can’t kick.

 

Jerry Hickson, “Arctracer”

[rogeri]

........Nå ble det stille i fjøset..........!

[trikkern]

Då får me rauta litt:

 

"Når i vande du går

med ditt skipsur som står,

korkje tid eller time du veit.

Vil du ha den i stand,

då du senda den kan,

inn til Sunde, til urmaker Tveit".

Edited January 16, 2008 by trikkern (see edit history)

[trikkern]

Oppfordring:

Er det noen som har flere fine dikt om båter og sjøliv, så kom med dem, kan bli lyrikktråd, dette.

Hvor blir'e av de intellektuelle, her'a?

Edited January 17, 2008 by trikkern (see edit history)

[m/s draugen]

Det er nevnt sjø her,så jeg prøver:

Jenta uti sjøen skritta,

sjøen nådde opp til...knærne.

Rima det ikke no,

vent til det blir flo

Edited January 17, 2008 by m/s draugen (see edit history)

[trikkern]

Når en liten båt skal ut og gå,

er det mange skjær å passe på.

Det er lumske grunner der du går,

og du fort på en av dem står.

Men om du styrer båten trygt i lei,

blir det sikkert ankerdram på deg.

Og er du like heldig slik som Per,

kan det kanskje vanke enda fler.

[roesok]

...kan bli lyrikktråd, dette.

Hvor blir'e av de intellektuelle, her'a?

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