Best Combers Poems

Tide out ...

Swells break far and creep slow,
sweeping tender 'cross washboard flats
where they used to dance -
where they lauded the ebullience of life
in purpose ... and pairs.

Beach ballerinas, flaunting perfect line ...
toothpick legs busy as Baryshnikov 'midst the billows,
leopard mantle still as stars
while they streaked...

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It's taken me sixty years
Of evolution
To realise the simplicity 
Of Earthen electricity 

My naked feet, like freshly cleaned
Battery terminals
Strolling in hilarity 
To observe correct polarity 

Electrons flowing in and out
As I freely shuffle about 
In hippyfied insanity
With toes embracing nudity

The science is effusive
So wonderfully conclusive
My...

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FAREWELL   TO    NOVA    SCOTIA


A net of cables stretching overhead  in the mist to Dartmouth Bay:
Our boat slips under Angus McDonald bridge out into the Atlantic greys,
Leaving forever the blues and yellows of the clapboard houses and...

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The lush of the land lies as velvet moss green carpet
The river rushing its morning wash
rumbling as it spins twisting and turning its tidal path
over the chance carried stones to the seas
Where the coastal sands of time are met
Meeting waves pulled by undercurrents
Finding rocks, kale,...

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Over the horizon, 
on distant shores
lies my message in a bottle
cast askew on the beach
with other remnant memories
and hopes in tatters scattered
strewn among the drift wood debris
dead soldier memories lying face down
castaway sailor survivor sobs long gone,
in the debris fields of dead memories, silent

On distant...

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Though a sad day goes,
And a sad night comes
(For my Dear's not here with me),
I will bring up living
Our first love's giving,
When out of the sea came she.

Her leap was as sweet wind was,
Singing sweet, and where white waves
Rushed downward, shedding brightness at her side,
Her...

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CHI - RHO    IN  THE  BOOK OF KELLS 


A millennium and more since it left the Scottish shore,
Chi -Rho  Christ’s name 
Swirling  in an anaesthetising trance induces
The soul-memory  back  to an  isle,
Called Lorn settled by...

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ONLY TWENTY  YEARS 

Who  can know the future of  twenty years
And discount the dim offerings of Gateshead?
What  12 year old can imagine
The emptiness of prairies in Montana
Or  smell from fifty miles away Russia’s boreal forest  
Or feel the rocky...

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BACCALIEU   EPISODE

Portuguese  named  it when they found
Bacalhau  -  meaning  codfish island.  They knew
Its  essence  -  the  French called it Baccalieu, *
This dangerously rich fishing ground. 

Coming home to  St. John’s from Labrador,
Autumn...

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Heaven’s Servant

The grass of the earth The King of Heaven generously gave
People to enjoy Kentucky Bluegrass nice lawn, nutritious hay,
Timothy grass highly cultivated and seed easily harvested
Stock cattle, sheep, and horses healthily eat by day in sun’s ray.

Long ago Yeshûa? sat 5,000 men, besides women...

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Fire lust of the angry clouds doth cover envy
To fork the stars upon my ever-changing view.
The crestling being i endure to hold of many
Foreign thoughts to translate a bonafide rue.

Carnival of lights leave me starstruck
In a haste no more than that of my gloom.
No one...

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VIKINGS

Erik  went east  to Yamal peninsula’s spring  
For Russian hides and terrifying antlers
From the world’s biggest  reindeer herd,
In April  crossing the thawing  Ob River, 
Safe from predators :  good hunting  
And  fully  laden longboats. ...

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a mystical flying marauder
soared in from space
ten thousand years of time
throughout my two hours
fathom out the lake, icicle has risen
an utter lack of pulse and recess of air
we were both hence unmoving

I rant dawn and not despair
scattering pearls to steer in combers
walking yesteryear to retrieve...

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Chaucer's Stanzaic Form
Iambic Pentameter

In sunny Southern California late,
when grandiose Dons rode their charging steeds,
and women deemed that males should rule their fate,
vast cattle ranches great supplied all needs.
Ships came from foreign shores with trinkets, beads
to take away the cattle hides well dried
for Boston market leather...

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At Peralta the combers break but low,
and boats do carry mates ashore with ease.
Yet they are safe since waves are no big foe.
The harbor's deep and wide with gentle breeze;
in winter, weather's mild - there's no raw freeze.
Soft rain falls gently, seen without a force,
and...

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