Best Azores Poems

Atlantic storms had taken the main mast
For seven weeks we drifted helplessly
Fresh water and food were running out fast
There was talk below deck of mutiny.

Hunger, boredom and thirst were taking grip
As a boy I saw the dark side of men
To keep order the captain used...

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"I wandered lonely as a cloud"
                 William Wordsworth. 


I wandered lonely as a wave.
slowly, upon the ocean's tide.
O'er depths of a watery grave
alone, in current's wake I ride.
Always moving,...

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A Little Hill in Arlington

There’s a little hill in Arlington
Where no bodies are interred
Yet crosses dot the hillside
And Taps are sometimes heard

Unlike the Unknown Soldier
With “unknowns” in the ground
This little hill in Arlington
Is for soldiers never found

I grew up without a father
He was gone when...

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Science can’t save you, neither can religion,
at least Popper and Niebuhr, philosophers and poets,
are entertainers, which is why actors and athletes
are paid so much. Thanks for the summaries.
I was teaching Shakespeare’s 92nd ridiculous sonnet
to my student who lays blacktop in the off season
Shakespeare bellyaching about...

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His sister said to Johnny
“You’re going to go to war
The draft board called your number
They’ll be knocking on your door”
Johnny said “I don’t like marching
And I’ve never loved the sea
That only leaves one option
It’s the Army Air Corps for me”
So he dropped out of his...

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The day that we left port, to new horizons we would sail
Knowing the dangers ahead, seafarers in the end we would prevail

Our journey from the Highlands from Inverness my home town
To Brazil in South America a new life to settle down

With charts of old we...

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O ther misconceptions of my
H ome of birth and where I spent some of my

Y outh is that 
E veryone lives in mud huts and wears grass
S kirts as tourists are greeted at the airport.

B ermuda is a place of 
E xceptions in that as...

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MY LIFE

Born in Dublin on Saint Patrick's Day
School; spelling champ; steady girl
Senior Prom; graduation; went away
Air Force career; traveled the world

Turkey; Germany; England; Japan
Korea; Vietnam; Philippines; Guam
Austria; Hawaii; Azores; Alaska; all grand
Thirty eight contiguous states fit the plan

Fully retired  --  more to be...

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When the bronze-skinned, 
silver tongue surfer
came smoothly yacht cruising
at year’s end
All the island ladies,
at the cabana house welcoming party,
mosh pit fell in ... 
Fell in love 
with the cosmopolitan thought
of permanently leaving
Loose their dinghy life from the slow-pace wharf,
and deep dive go fast
romantic adventure sailing
Isle...

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Ghost Ship
Benjamin Briggs a master, with three previous commands
Took over the ill fated ship, which was to prove to be his last stand.

The ship originally named the Amazon, was 103 feet long
She was listed as a half-brig, and everything seemed to go wrong.

She had a...

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In green/blue shimmering shades

Alien squarbs have been sighted

From southern tip to northern shores

Prismatic globules lighted

Collectively in the Azores









Theresa Stephens
21st June 2014...

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She grew up in the South, in the age of Jim Crow
In a town divided, no black friends did she know

She has her father's russet red hair and mother's walnut-brown eyes
The rarest combination, I surmise
She was a daddy's girl, at twelve he taught her to...

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Quick snap of my heels and through a time warp I fell
To a place that Plato had written about so well
In a lost continent I emerged safe and sound
Gilded architecture and pyramids did surround

Now having traveled back more than ten thousand years
My request was granted...

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A different Sonnet 
Sunlight from early morn and not
Far from here the Azores a cyclone
Lashes onto shores and makes the island
Taller and more meagre 
Stealing top- soil near the coast and 
The rocks tremble, will it not end.
I sit in the winter sun tanning old...

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Syria
In the ugly streets of Homs I lied on my back snipers´ fire hit
 walls and filled my nose with cement dust and the horrid 
smell of early death, the aftermath of abused young men
who have only murder and agony as a leading light to...

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