Best Isles Poems

silent sea from afar
glazed in admiral and arctic blue
softly shifting to pointilism
as it rushes to the rocky shore
whilst sky in faded ivory and teal
spells prelude to April rain

rugged rocks in wild brush strokes
like dripping ink
of British tan and dark khaki
blended in tawny and ecru
are luminous...

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   Shetland Isles

Above Barley,
Clouds Dance Enchantingly. 
Flooding Glorious Hills In Jubilant Kaleidoscope. 
Lending Motion, Natural Opulence, 
Peacefully Quiet.  Ranges Slumber Tranquilly, 
Undisturbed. Vibrant. Wheat Xylan Yellow.    
Zetland.
...

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Old pelican
Perched atop
A railing at the end
Of Sunny Isles pier

His wings spread
His body teetering
In a salty breeze
As if in mid-flight

Stationary
But with all the motion
Of the universe
Rushing about him

Like a propeller
Whirling
And steering
In the currents of the sea

Yet absent a ship to thrust....

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Tour of British Isles

We always knew it was inevitable
British Isles tour would be incredible
And even the way all of it ends
When we would run into some friends.

Sometimes I am old and persnickety 
Sure like things that are serendipity
Singers we had heard on British Isles
And each...

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It's a brilliant and starry night,
The moon overthrows it's light,
As shadows dance across the warm wet earth,
Like fairies illuminating the murky forests,
With their otherworldly glow,
Playing hide-and-seek,
Beneath the toadstools,
And the hollows of sleeping flowers,
It is quite mesmerizing.

Think of vast emerald green hills,
Rolling towards the sea for...

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Will be arriving in London on morning of May 18th
and Princess leaves South Hampton on May 20th.

Much wisdom of my poems may be found
And pretty soon we both will be bound
On a vibrant vacation in several British Isles
Where smiles are seen for miles and miles.

Love...

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A sparkling jewel
Of nature
It brings peace
To my soul
Fills the 
Empty hole
Slows down
My heartbeat
Stops the retreat
And rebuilds
Refills
My heart
With wonder
With hope
With silence.
Pained
As I am
By my past
The re-casting
Of my being
The removal
Of my all-seeing
Alter-ego
Is a certainty
When on the boat
To Lerwick
With waves
Licking
The sides
And the rhythm
Of the slow
Humming
Engine
Slowing my rhythm
Sending
Me to...

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Spirit of the ancient isles,
Of Erin and of Albion,
I call to thee,
Please come to us,
Ancient spirit come to me,
I call to thee,
In moorland wind,
And highland glen,
In summer meadow,
By Greenwood tree,
I recall bluebells in spring,
Autumn rains in Irish hills,
Long winter nights by firesides,
The places where the...

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Laid bare far beyond civilizations glare, sank the ever-defiled bowels of a forgotten lair. 

Nameless, voiceless and visually uncertain, 
a silhouette hidden behind an ebony curtain, 
as though it itself is unsure to pertain 
any what description of its own existential pain.  

It rots,...

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emotions sailing in choppy waters
onward to isles of seclusion
passion dinghies released 
seeking anchors of expression
securely beached
exploring wisdom shores
...

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Colorless boxes under the sun

Built not for beauty 

Fast cast for fun

Sky above profoundly blue

Unsated desire of color's due

Wanton light of paradise blight 

empty canvas painfully bright

White stark 

Contours chromatic  

Stucco frosted 

Glare and glow

Rainbows die 

Squinting eye

Monochrome palette 

Swarming May Fly

Whitewashed blossoms 

Racing...

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If your favorite color is green and of the Emerald Isles you dream, you might be Irish. If when you kissed the Blarney Stone you knew at las you were at home, you might be Irish. If you believe in leprechauns and fairies and hidden...

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A big man
Stands
Roasted pink on the ocean beach
Unleashing his gut over his bathing suit
Holding a can of Miller Lite

Surely a used car salesman in real life

Shows off
In front of a group of friends
Lifts his free hand like the Statute of Liberty
To a flock of hungry...

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The former blond model pouts and primps
Swinging her hips
Down the splashing catwalk of shoreline
Sand caving to her imagined heels

Wheeling to her awaiting Israeli mogul
Her shoulders set so far back
It’s as if she’s walking backwards

Puts herself square
Between
Him
And another thin woman
Launches a laugh and offers salted peaches

Wraps...

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By day six I was antsy
Stayed in my room all morning

I knew this would happen

While the glass-shatter of the ocean waves
And yelps of surprise from scores of little kids
Drifted in
Through my opened balcony doors
From the beach below

Made the mistake of paying attention to my phone
And...

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