These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Beginning at the Bottom of the Big, Bold Book

Bottom, bottom of the best.
Big, bold billows, harshest test.
Briny sea, and brazen wind,
the blasted blight of mariners thinned.

Beginning here begs the best of our search.
Believing the boast of their barnacled perch.
Befuddled by the bay and the deep blackish blue.
Befriended by the boys in the boat now not new.

Balance, balance, they're brave or they're bruised.
Brackish the bier with their brown scars bemused.
Blatantly blasted by the big ball of the sun.
Boneyard lambasted before they make fun.

Bold, bold, the book of the bound
Barb of the puffer through his belly now found.
Bitter the bite of the grief-burnished soul.
Baffled the base of the brains now unwhole.

Book, Oh the book of the ice-blistered mind.
Basest of bullies, who broke us unkind.
Boat has been banished from billows and shores.
Blasted by barnacles, boasted in lores.

Briefly, the breeze beckoned, "Bliss, I've for thee."
Barque ever broken before we could see.
Ball of the foot, blameworthy and blind.
Basking in barnacles, breath ne'er can find.

Bliss, ever bliss in the bastion so bold.
Believing the best from the bottom so cold.
Begone be the brackish and briny and bland.
Before boldest blaze, we ever shall stand.

by Jay O'Toole
on January 24th, 2020

Author’s Note:
This was written for the January 2020 round of "Rhythm & Rhyme: Poetry/Lyrics Challenge" 

Day 5 Prompt:
Create a poem OR song lyrics correctly using alliteration, and also using the 5 random words provided

**Alliteration is challenging for me as you can plainly see. I have used the required words to create the tale of an ill-fated voyage. The ship and the entire complement of mariners were all lost. Yet, even in the tragedy of the day, the writer and the reader alike may hold out hope for a great Day and life beyond the grave for those, who believed in the Christ, Who died and rose, again.

I have notated the required words in a blue font to insure, that they've all been used.**