Best Ferries Poems

This Aphrodite rose
slowly unfurls
pink ombre balms
of sun-kissed 
springfalls, 
as the luminous 
lake of tears
cascade in 
exotic wreaths 
of honey-soaked
velvety sepals, 
there succulent seeds
of zestful dawns...

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The River Mersey and The Black Pearl New Brighton 

Let the Caribee and sultry sea call to the pirates bold. 
But on this shore, with...

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see 
even the lights
they live

a bike skims the riverbank
fish leap, catch the sunlight
like bursts of laughter
above the morning water

noon. hot summer
children are learning to sing
golden...

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The Tumid River of Acheron (the journey) Part 1

Dark the tumid, rushing waters flow
where man most wisely fears to go
Liquid blackness sings of epic pain
torture,...

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With blinking eyes, and a new moon aglow
Family footsteps skip so glad and sleek
Come giddy days of Yuletide, we all flow.

Thrill of circus spins with...

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The smiling loch gives a welcome
Along with the vigorous pine,
Time to recharge the soul
And smell the coffee on the Isle of Skye.

Misty mountains of mystery
Are...

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She sits on a street corner with a teardrop in her eye
Wishing she were in the cars of the people driving by
Her mother left with...

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In Hades, flows the chthonic Styx, a river 
     of woe and pain (a channel thoroughfare;
     where...

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There was a young lassie named Heather,
Who played on the beach in hot weather,
She thought it a sin,
Just dressed in her skin,
So covered herself with...

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The Tumid River of Acheron (the journey) Part One-Revised

Darkly,  the tumid rushing waters flow
where any man most wisely fears to go.
Liquid blackness singing in...

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The Tumid River of Acheron (the journey) 
Part One- Final revision

Darkly,  the tumid rushing waters flow
where any man most wisely fears to go.
Liquid blackness...

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The-lit-wick-burnt-quick
I am the dipped stick
People are always referencing to

For two reasons:
One, is that I held on too long
Two, is because all but two fingers are...

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The August Sage recounts, 

For the 17 past lives I have been a Scholar Official, I was neither imperious nor inhumane. I saved the distressed,...

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Girl talk, it's small talk.
We all love, the way that they sound.
A long beach, a long walk.
They're always there to be found.
A State Park.A Ferries...

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There’s a fire burning across the levee
I can smell the cypress and water oaks burning
The Indians are burning spirits tonight
A drive down River Road along...

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