Best Pea Green Poems

"Odysseus and The Siren"



There he is 
like Odysseus 
bound to the mast of his ship
cursive words dispatched 
through aether to 
the somnolent nodding
in their stock 
he avoids full brace
the Siren’s enchantment
a song that sings 
his internal compass
towards her 
she commands and swiftly ignites
the St Elmo's...

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a bee
invaded our car in
nineteen fifty four
while we were driving
to the jersey shore
flew in my open back window
of our two tone ford custom
pea green top black bottom
hurtling down the highway
four kids two adults
doing sixty

our kid arms outside the windows
flailing and pushing the wind
no cares
must have...

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Shh-aaah....shh-aah, Oh how never ending is the sea..' I thought  I  should come down here
Maybe it will help my insight into this terrible event??...Oh I don't know..' you just can't 
work things/people out it seems, I have found out some strange and sad...

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Green, green, is my lady's face
If ever friends become common place
Should I converse with others too long
She hangs her head in selfish disgrace.

When another comes along
And she catches me glancing wrong
Her attention then becomes quite keen
With her grip becoming doubly strong!

Green, green, is my lady's...

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The earth slips into a deep sleep
all beneath its surface now dormant
sleepy animals curled up in their dens
soon to fall into the sleep of hibernation
all now slowed down awaiting the snows
trees now denude of their canopy of leaves

Jack Frost comes creeping with icy fingers
covering everything...

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WITH CATS IT’S SECRET

stays on fingertips
the softness as though rubbed off
a quiet presence

the expectation
in her simple meowing
and i understand
	
the dog is open
not so the domestic cat
so still and secret

in that pea green boat
the owl and the pussy cat
at sea with secrets

kitty cat has been
to london...

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nature, storm, boat, clothes, house, water

AWASH AND AWAY! ©  KIMO

Listen, Katrina will come inland
Katrina has come to play
Playgrounds underwater
Sleepy times put asunder
Bedclothes hung out in tree tops, upended
Held fast in forked boughs
Homesteads beached, broken
Swirl and swell in amongst debris
They become crippled and tainted
A brew...

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Dream Keys
      by Odin Roark

A NY mantra
Rent the rentable
Move the movable
Key the keyable

Apartments

Four-wall-guardian of yesterday’s youth
Vacuous cellmates of old age loneliness
All part of a cyclic maze
All having a key
Urban life’s Rubik’s Cube turnover

Today’s the day

“Two rooms”
“New paint”
“Clean window”
“No-squeaky floorboards”
Superintendent loves...

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Wettest dewdrop hangs soundless on the edge
Of flashy, cheerful orange red lily
Mirroring emerald green foliage
Balanced close by, aimless, o’er the beauty

Dew drenched pea green shrubbery is carefree
With bright and showy blooms seen everywhere
Bold blue purple and yellow or cherry
Beside soft pinks and deep, dark red...

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My lines are kind of groovy
And my hair is pink
My stick is rainbow coloured
And my boots are green
Punk rock my favourite listening
There is magic in the air
All these silly things don't matter
That beset my brain
I want sparkles in my fizzy drinks
And beauty to entrance me
As...

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After the rain, 
the speckled glint of shimmering sand
is now muddy brown.
Like a blind, closed tight on the warmth of summer,
the winter beach has shrunken in,
changing the colours of my day into
a darker palette, shades of grey.
The sun shriveled
pale faced and worn
as the cold season...

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For Michele MacDonald

pea green boat
on the pond of whimsy
mikki on board...

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My lines are kind of groovy
And my hair is pink
My stick is rainbow coloured
And my boots are green
Punk rock my favourite listening
There is magic in the air
All these silly things don't matter
That beset my brain
I want sparkles in my fizzy drinks
And beauty to entrance me
As...

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Lazily spent afternoons on the pea green sofa
Watching TV novella’s with Nana
Eating searing salsa with tamales
And homemade tortillas with mantiquilla 
Dripping from the cylinder of cloud nine
Belly protruding from a too small shirt
The smell of Fantastica  on a newly mopped floor

Tata sitting in the...

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I walk along a shore 
                 far inland from the roar  
                ...

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