Abalone Poems - Poems about Abalone

... Man weds cockroach in church ceremony Guests munch on freshly grilled abalone Pastor upholds his sworn duty Lectures bride and groom on infidelity Barel......

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...2025.1.28. Chinese New Year Eve. Tonight, all Chinese and Asian, Busy to celebrate the lunar new year. The entire house has been thoroughly clean, From floors to ceilings, In the cupboards, and......

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...As Medusa walks in, shuts the door, caresses precision hand down the mahogany- and shows one what for. Senses in starbursts-cloudburst flavor crystals accenting- your bloom of predicate corpu......

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...I stay awake; I am like a solitary bird on a roof Psalm 102:7 CSB lone bird, wings claustrophobic, abalone-gray sans dandelion’s glory surrounded by seeds ......

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...NOT WRITTEN FOR A CONTEST I often write about the ocean's secrets, of its crashing waves that roar in apogee and the treasures it washes upon the shore. I've verses founded on tales ......

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...I stand … my toes wriggling in cold sand (pigs in winter mud) sun has set bloody and shimmering like abalone the sea stretching from me to the reach shadowy and forlorn but the horizon, st......

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...rainbow abalone shell upon the sand starfish ......

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...To Avalon! To Avalon! Twenty-six miles from door to door. The Catalina Channel Isle: my destination off the shore. We sail a wide and glassy sea, arriving Friday evening, late. The Grand is seen......

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...The channel islands off the coast of California were my home on weekends sailing with my dad on glassy seas, on froth and foam. On Fridays after work he’d head to Catalina on the wind. Someti......

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...Sunlight rains upon my face Cascading memories cloaked in mystery Kissing my eyelids Ancient teardrops glide down my cheeks Warmth illuminating my hungry soul A sense of calm A pulsating elli......

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...Emerging from the shadows of the mission’s broken wall, The moon falls on her shoulders like a ghostly silken shawl. She wears a chain of silver and abalone shells. Her eyes as bright as emeralds,......

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...As I search to adorn my naked thoughts in nacreous chic, breathing bliss and sipping soulful seas, my wild whimsy in wanderlust glides like an albatross seeking the iridesc......

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...We Are One Dear Ancient Sister I hear your distant calls finding me on a gentle breeze You have lived in my dreams for many seasons My voice Your voice My soul Your soul And our Coming......

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...The Waterbed Sea Melinda went to sleep in her waterbed, (Not on it, but in it, is what I said,) Took not a mask, not a snorkel nor fin, Just a deep breath and she jumped right in. //Swim, ......

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... On the depths of the ocean floor, a seashell drifted all alone. How vacuous she felt in her soul and so incredibly cold! Tossed about by indifferent schools of fish that hurrie......

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