Semaphore

semaphore 2

the semaphore he used was terse,
but still, she knew her signal flags;
those dangers destined to get worse
she shoved in boxes and in bags
along with bits and bobs and rags

and so, averted were the rocks,
the danger he would run aground;
and safely from the teeming docks
they gladly ran them from the sound
and clamor of the crowds around
to where some silence could
be found

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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