Best Pilings Poems

...Today is Sunday and I'm going to the ocean
or maybe not. Definitely not doing the laundry
or maybe I will. Moss and even a small tree
grow in the rotten stubs of the pier pilings.
The city is Sea......

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...FOGGY NIGHT  ©

The white orb, saturated with 
tidal flows, peers through the 
veil. 

A ghost ship slips up the fog 
laden channel. 

Night gulls. sing with strident cries 

fog seeps in,......

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...
oh, Dear Indulgence ...

desolate, obscure, I know you not, (and have known you not),
    still, do I not know the glint there, in your eye? Aye, it abides
     me from ages hence ... I was......

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...A COPPER PENNY


The significance of a copper penny…
It’s part of our heritage
Being raised in the copper mining area
Of Ruth, Nevada
Fathers and brothers worked for
The Kennecott Copper Mini......

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...under the pier
breakers splash pilings
semidarkness
each roller awakens me
to the breath of the sea......

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...No penance need be paid by the insular artisan
admonished for seeking an oral platinum quota.
Under furlough! Tuck their perfume in a bureau, 
then intermittently release the poise to up-start
in......

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...The iridescent raven perched upon pilings
By just one lake in Friesland's beautiful wetland outings

His golden beak and orange legs with claws set off
Against black feathers that glisten and......

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...With darkness
Fishing
 No appreciation
When beaten
 Lies with submission
Stagnant streams
 Overflow under dreams
Fish in spawning
 Under currents churning
Filet knife honed
 Scales in pilin......

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......One night I asked who it was,
she said,”Just a man I used to know.”
She would never say more than that,
so I decided wisely to let it go.

But that night, like every other,
when midnight rol......

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...Author’s Introduction - A word about Minot’s Ledge Lighthouse: 

The Minot’s Ledge lighthouse, built 1850, lying off the southeastern chop of 
Boston Bay, was the first lighthouse built in the U. ......

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...Drifting Away

All alone one might think they stand in muddy water unclear
Now feeling like a drowned rat in time and not utter a peep,
Where all at once there might have been a wooden pier
Like......

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...The Linda-Marie

I venture on down to the harbor, smelling the salt of the sea
Where waiting in anticipation is my sloop the Linda-Marie
In silence she sits while I board her, and cast her lines asid......

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...One day—
The sea will be my backyard
Every morning, standing upon the deck
Of the one called Going Numb
A “Greatest Dad” mug in one hand
My last vice burning orange in the other

I wi......

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...Irritatingly often unnecessarily compliant
to the whims of those about him
endlessly wordlessly wondering
about the many demented subjective qualities
of our ever present mammalian imperative via......

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...I could've gone to Holland. I could've gone to Spain.
I could've gone to Denmark. I could've gone insane,
But instead I came here, where the river mirrors life
In a fractured, dream-like way on th......

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