Best Gulls Poems

I set up an easel in the shade of my beach umbrella. Wanting to paint by the morning light, I dabbed colors onto the palette...sea foam green, azure, titanium white, and ochre.

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The horizon was brewing ominous clouds,
Dark as if they came out of hell.
The once azure sky became hazy
As the north wind chilly breezes
Puffed up more stratocumulus,
Rain-heavy clouds signified storms.

I rested against the balustrade
Of the promenade, looking down at the sea.
Waves upon waves dashed at the...

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Cities churn like a raging sea of gulls
Where fear becomes a broken unchained door
The mask of hunger covers every skull
Fighting for scraps tossed on a dirty floor
Buildings stand, some falling where streets collide
and garbage decays still in blinded sight
Where change is nothing, its where death...

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The Gulls’ cries shrill in the night
Onto my thoughts they impose
I envy their wings and their melancholy songs
Carried over the ill wind that blows

I am here grounded to my faults and I watch 
 Imagining where I would fly had I wings 
Maybe I would...

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Two gulls swim 
Through the spring green treetops
The calm mirror like pond
Reflects this perfectly....

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I set up my easel in the shade of my beach umbrella. Wanting to paint by the morning light, I dabbed my colors onto the palette...sea foam green, azure blue, titanium white, and ochre.
 
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The scent of oceans, a certain coolness
of wind over water wanders these city streets
where oleander blooms wickedly 
in the ruby assignation of the heart.
An occosional grayed gull, bonded to the Seine,

grown fat with pigeons and lazy for the river
forgets raw Novembers he owned the coast,
forgets...

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I never learned to dance, with humans or wolves;
But my cousin Jammie Ray could dance the night away.
And I would never for once consider 'running with the bulls'.
At my uncle's funeral, I did enjoy 'the releasing of the doves'.
And I really do miss walks alone...

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The city churns like a raging sea of gulls
Where fear of death comes from an unchained door
And masks of hunger cling to human skulls
Fighting for scraps tossed on a barren floor
Buildings stand, some falling where streets collide
And garbage decays where rats are in sight
Where change...

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Why am I in morning in
here the slanted season, 
and now you've befriended me 
like the King Of Golden Gulls,
and now my blinking has retired,
leaving me in broad seismic senses,
stretching my gods to cover what I like....

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gulls tuck in 
fledglings dream
                       of tomorrow at sea
         emerald sun - 
weeps




20th March 2021


Let's...

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Early in the morning as the quiet of night is fading,
        I hear the kakakaka  akakak of the gulls calling;
And outside my window they glide in a swooping dance,
As night turns into a blue sky, they twirl...

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I placed all of which I am in your hands
Dreaming of the gulls in Long Beach
Your letter had the allure
Of perfume and whiskey
Salty kisses at midnight
I wrote words for you
Carried aloft by
Sparrows under moonlight
your reply was whispered
With passion's hungry tongue
And I was taken by you
Forever...

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Haibun 2017 - Me Feeding The Ducks Winter 2010/11
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Feeding the hungry, ducks, geese, swans, moorhen, coot, and gulls. The image depicts me in the winter of 2010. I hasten to add that to this day I’m still feeding them, and other wild birds. All so,...

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The shrewd gulls fretted and flew,
veered inland to avoid the storm.
Some strutted over spiky rocks,
others flew low over the sea,
occasionally swooping into the cold
rough sea below, foraging
for tasty salty fish.
But when the storm was over,
they just flew up and ventured
to blustery pastures new.
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