Barnacle Poems

Double Rhyming Sonnets, Each A Perfect One Hundred Words

(1.)
Rhyme For Rhyme, Sail Lights Of Deepest Sublime,
A set of double rhyming sonnets

Rhyme for rhyme, poetry's seeking heart yearns
to bring beauty, setting this world ablaze
raging fires-  eternity's breath burns
man and soul,...Read More

Internalized emotions wrought
quotidian psychological oppression
retrospective reflection courtesy
20/20 hindsight reveals absolute zero
positive development of body, mind, and spirit
extreme agitation compromised

maturation, education, and socialization
every year since being
born free and clear of obvious defects
minus alien aberration, Russian collusion...,
nor deplorable crooked Hillary accusation
and submucous...Read More

Each cherished memory of mine...cause iz woe

Analogous to unique ventifact for shore
and seven years ago,
where time and tide faintly roar
within noggin o'this common Joe
reviewing silent film unreleased,

unpopular, unimpressive tour
de force if technology existed
to broadcast and show
projected on big screen only
to...Read More

Does a banished beacon beckon?
But of course all beacons beckon
But only briefly if not brightly
Though never as boldly as the baritone
Before balancing bagpipes blowing ballads
But it’s got backbone and backfires
Unlike the babbling bellow of a baboon
Baffling unbelievably because it’s so...Read More

The Zombies are out there.

The zombies have taken to the streets
Stirring into nothingness and shuffling their feet
it's like they have just arrived from outer space
No soul in their eyes
A miserable face
shopping bags are their weapons
And boy, do I get em
Bang...Read More

the old swab barnacle bill
swilled all the grog at his will
chases the young winches
and never once flinches
knows pirate love is a thrill

Pirate Themed Limerick Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
4/9/49...Read More

She is whipping winds.

Salt,
washing over my hair, eyes, skin.
Numbingly cold waters,
as if just unfrozen,
spilling into, refreshing
the Bay.

She hosts,

An eroded map
Of webbed and pebbled paths.
Barnacle scattered
grit.
Rolling fields of green low tides.
A fisherman’s daydream.
A meeting
Of core and sun.

She is
an awakening,
a renewal,

a provocation...Read More

Barnacles Soundless Dream


sun travels elsewhere 
calm mandarin orange sea 
barnacles embrace

8/5/2018...Read More

 Canadian geese
black cheeked... brown...  white tipped feathers
stormy ocean waves 

barnacle geese
hibernate as barnacles
for some... once a thought

starlings murmurate
whispers of countless wings
safty in numbers

hark a bittern booms
invites new life to explode
sedges obliging

quack... quack... quack quack... quack...
mallard ducks enjoying life
frustrated...Read More

solely reduced to communicate
via my choice online mode
     (ease of use preference
     via Facebook Messenger), candidate

said Modus Operandi aye find tubby great
even though this papa doth hate
to say "good bye..."
  ...Read More

Chapter 12d (The Fireflower cont.)

As they held their breath and waited 
For a flame to catch the fire flowers 
Finally a smoky ribbon
Drifted upwards from the petals
 
Gradually the flowers smouldered
And a filmy smoke ascended
With an aromatic odour
As it played around Ipiki
 
So the...Read More

A little ways north of Mill Creek
the beach runs round
to a single wide arcing swath

Where the tide stems landward in shattered segments
fast against the open mouth
of sea and sand and barnacle

There is also a cliff near the free stone rising
above...Read More

The Mariner's old salted-air skin,  leather tight,
on a mast-hard frame of bones
and flash flood rushing blood,
faces ice-fed winds bouncing his ship
and helm cockeyed on continuous curling waves
from Nature's rough hewn seas,
beneath skunk-colored skies

Standing redwood tall,
in a locked jawed face...Read More

Shiver me timbers
What's going on
I was dressed as a pirate 
When I woke up this morn

I looked in the mirror
And let out an Arrrr....
I came equipped an eye patch
And a swash buckling Scar

I felt the strong urge
For grog, meat, and...Read More

 When you softly brushed the trestle of my hair
      and gently stroked my face
       All my signals shrieked aloud
    Beware,  Beware,  Beware
 ...Read More

Shiver me timbers
What's going on
I was dressed as a pirate 
When I woke up this morn

I looked in the mirror
And let out an Arrrr....
I came equipped an eye patch
And a swash buckling scar

I felt the strong urge
For grog, meat, and...Read More

She was drowning when

he pulled her on board his ship.

She held to his grip

anxious to start the trip.


He treated her wound with kindness,

shined her path with brightness,

took her to wondrous places,

and cured her blindness.


Soon she was hungry for more.

His touch...Read More

“Nothing Rhymes with Angel”  ~Merriam-Webster, Encyclopedia Britannica~


Nothing Rhymes with angel…

Ocean shell, barnacle, pink coral
Choir bell, temple, chapel, steeple
People 
Climb Mt. Caramel, smell a fresh timber fell
Drink 80 proof swill’
Throw a coin in the wishing wellllllll
At a seventy-five degree angle
Lift...Read More

She's the albatross around my neck
The stone in my shoe
The barnacle on my bum
She younger than my mum.

She follows me around the town
And I'm not sure what to do
She even got jealous when a talked to a lady of 92

I...Read More

When hurt is embedded, so deeply within
how does one remove it, where do they begin?

The decay begins slowly, when a life starts a-rotting
and it cannot be changed by planning or plotting

It's not be chased, nor coaxed from it's lair,
not left...Read More

My tale about the barnacle I bared upon my bum
has now passed into legend and folk law
The  battle I thought was over and now long done
Just when I thought I could sit down and relax
and lick my wounds
and heal...Read More

She was a barnacle on my bum
Following me around town
getting jealous if I talked to another girl
even if they were 91.

I didn't want to hurt her
because she was so sweet
But every time I turned around
she'd be there on the street
Some...Read More

She paints a perfect picture
As she trawls the rocky strand
A muscle here a barnacle there
Enough to fill both hands
.
Two odd socks for one at least
will decorate her cast
Her hair tied up as best dad can
Which probably won't last
.
Bent double as...Read More

The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake- Part Six

Awake! Dour Dreamer! And draw the curtain of benumbing clouds
Fairies hover by ears to whisper mantras dispelling doubts
Already unheeding magpies cluck rudely tongue-in-beak
And trans-continental flights from Orly pierce through rain clouds

Good hour or two...Read More

Once in my room it’s time to check my weapon.  I can’t live without her.  Which her am I thinking about?  This is not good.   I need to take a break and get my *****squared...Read More