Bay Poems - Poems about Bay

Great Beefy Tasting -------------------------- Walla,Walla the sweetest onions around! Brioche buns soft pillowy texture! And roasted garlic cloves! Were one to clarify the butter add the garlic and add the onions and then paint the buns to be toasted. set aside the buns. and then caramelize these onions to be set aside. Grill the big beefy burgers to a perfect medium. To what degree of wellness is the suiter desires. The lettuces, the tomatoes, the...

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There is a lovely town l know of called Habitat Bay Where the residents are of the animal kind Living together in harmony A community supportive and aligned Duck is the towns only doctor A beloved doctor to all indeed Many of the towns folk Have ongoing medical needs Parrot is the Doctors receptionist She is sweet natured but talks incessantly The patients just adore...

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12k, 7.46 mile race from the SF Bay to the Pacific Ocean They start at the Bay near downtown San Francisco, And they 'Break" at the great highway by the sea Oftentimes, exiting my front door was just a notion The ocean was blocks from where they started, And the chilly waters of the Pacific never departed May times we would...

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Sunset in Manila Bay is like a knocked over palette, soft reddish night pollution stains the sea...

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now tethered to dreams unhooked from the day suspended with e a s e above my own milky way I surrender my thoughts let them drift & swirl my armour...

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The sun beat down on a languid sea as a million diamonds danced and sparkled on the surface of the water. The red-tinged cliff hung over the beach, threatening to envelop an unwary walker. Above, the sky was so bright and blue, whilst on the horizon a misty hue. The rolling hills are so verdant yet bleak, with small...

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Have you heard the story, in all of it's fun and glory. It is about a young girl named Lori, she went with a boy named John Dory. She went running to the lavatory, was this going to become inflammatory? Eating blue cheese and old pickles each day, sitting by the bay. Her boyfriend John Dory just wanted to play, she kept saying no...

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Sea’s green water gleams Warm wind massages the sand Sun’s inviting smile ...

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The mystic bay channels my every emotion moving slowing throughout tunnels and vessels of my mind tampering with my infamous glow my tangible smile gathering mirth as i am quite taken with self the heart of my magnificent being tasting the glamorous hues of heavenly bliss coasting daintiness balanced so well embracing thoughtful interludes chastised...

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I was sitting on the dock of the bay listening to a song when Otis Redding happened to come walking along. He said, "You watching the ships roll in?" I said, "Yeah, and then watching ‘em roll away again." He said, "That stuff's really dug by some. I think it’s all pretty much ho-hum." ...

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A learned man in his discourse once said, Fear sin, fight with and save from sin your skin, To which a long silent sage objected: Stop this slaughter of self, sink in your sin. The learned man looked up from his discourse To say, what a fine mantra: Sink in sin! And asked: I’ve got...

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I sold you, you sold me There's no more bargain. Eyes don't lie, You saw me as just an emotional guy Now you are thinking Where all the emotions got drained. Emotions are bound to come and go After a decade of silence don't you think so?...

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Dr Bay reinstated but hey.' Did he commit some crime? Is that on our minds.? Well he had argued for medical Discretion in the matter of that dratted injection.' A body Known as A H P R A not in government ranks.' Acted real Ilegal just slapping in bans, hounding and harrasing good Practitioners who showed any impartiality !...

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The sun down and rest Before my eyes, while sitting On the bench, watching This big yellow-orb; Shines upon Manila cove. Foliage behind us, Swinging with the gentle breeze; Even Glenda’s hair, Who sits, beside me, beneath The trees and among lovers....

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She whispers, ‘Stay’ yet I find myself heading toward the bay I start with a hike though the woods if only the way I knew I could And then the marshes to soak my feet I’m on my way to a divine treat And then there is the entrance to the bay So little time to release what I have to...

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