Best Dikes Poems

Many times the ocean 
has saved Nippon,     pearl of the sea,
an oceanic symbiosis  a speck in a fecund see.
The dikes of man  such miniscule plans to   hold back the tide. 
The throngs, each and all  ...

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I live in the land
where seas are high
and soils are low
where dikes and dunes
are border posts of
safe and sound

I live in the land
where sea levels rise
and soil levels sink
where boats look down
on red tiled roofs
and tops of trees

I live in the land
where sand and clay
replace...

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Sedimentary and metamorphic rock
From earths mantle or crust
Host of tungsten granites and diorites

Intrusive extrusive and hypabyssal
Of batholths sills and dikes
Eruptions of subaerial volcanoes

Continental crust 
A pacific ring of fire
4030 million years old...

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Neptune 
 The king sits on a wooden throne on a turf of
dry land, his country has been swallowed up
by the sea, turns to his premier and says; why 
didn´t you ask the Dutch for help, their flat 
country has been beneath sea levels for...

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Now we along one of hard rims are brought;
And a thin spray on the  brook is fixed, 
So shield to rims and water is begot.

As Flemings, Cadsand and Bruges bewixt,
Fearing the high waves pouncing against shore,
Build dikes to sea to have shield affixed; 

And...

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Innocent child,
wake up from your rainbow colored dreams,
listen to the red feathered rooster,
it crows the early dawn's burden,
hang on me,
dance along with the swaying golden weeds
among the fields of corn,
watch the trees of blue and gray,
follow me on the dikes of rice fields of amber...

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There's gonna be a Freaker's Ball,
tonight at the Freaker's Hall.
Everyone's invited one and all,
so come on ladies grease your lips 
grab your hats and swing your hips
and don't forget to bring your whips. 
I'll take you to the Freaker's Ball.
Blow your whistle, bang your gong,...

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Stinging sensations dancing across my staring globes.

Unable to blink.

The deep brown of the mud puddle

may reflect my aching heart, 

oozing pain,

but I can’t see.

I don’t know.

A lead weight thumping away 

longs to be free of its prison.

Why does it feel so heavy?

Why does it seem...

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RAINS

Rains connotes many things
Rains from heaven is a blessing
A natural phenomenon
It is God’s wish that keeps us from drying
Rains is life giving.

Why does one tears, perspire and urinates?
Why do we produce artificial rains?
To survive
For an Ophthalmologist, tears from the eyes 
Is the simplest form of...

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Massil with Carn Mor Dearg
you rear up in massive bulk
Devonia volcano with collapsed dome
proud you stand against darkening skies

Many to your summit climb
wary of your cloud chambers
us mortals tremble at your storms
forked lightening flashing deadly bolts

Venomous mountain your Gaelic name
at your summit a series of...

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Yes, indeed, Mr. John Heck is the winner with his answer-"Tulips"; His reasoning 
is as follows...Keyboard humor; a somewhat off color joke I've heard, and 
apparently, so has John, which goes: What's better than roses on your piano?  
Tulips on your organ.  I...

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I have felt the storm cloud’s roll
glimpsed the tempest churn itself. 
Watched rivers swell, dikes overflow
by light of lightnings quivering glow,
a bright, forbidding unnatural clef. 
Thunder by thunder rumbled aloud.  
Yes, I have feared the dark storm cloud.

I’ve born witness to the wind storm's...

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The crimson hue in the dusk.
A girl with nasturtiums.
And the streets are starting shaking
like dikes.
The sea is tiptoeing.

A picture of a Golden Age. 
And of my heart....

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On the sea breezed side of the mountains 
in my share of the Land of the Free,
you will find me midst beautiful flowers
beneath a grand evergreen tree.

In winter- time it seldom freezes,
and our summers are cooled by the sea.
With soil that is richer than Midas,
it’s...

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A Sea Dirge

I once saw, where the horizon ends, 
a ship ploughed the sky. 
White tears on pale blue, 
I saw the waiting darkness; 
I knew, before any others, 
it would be a starlit night. 
Look, I said, but it was too late, 
the ship...

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