Best Ports Poems

(Duo rhyme in Honor of Mary Ports)

Butterflies & Moonbeams 

Of things that inspire I will write 
Whether things of day or by night 
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When winter paints those frosty ferns on my windowpane
I find myself a little girl up on your lap again
In that old house, where you wove...

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O’ crooked branch and magpie’s claw,
yon rusted chains a’ sway this night
Clutch tight a sign “The Seagull's Squall”
of splintered wood and storm clouds fight
Old tavern...

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fo'c·'sle    /'fohksel/  noun  deriv: forecastle
      1. the forward part of a ship below the deck,...

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My computer-- disassembled
is a maze of cables, drives
chips and ports--an array
of connections, silver solderings,
twisting wires.

But when the satiny case
is latched in place
coils and cables disappear.
The...

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(A Blank Verse Sonnet)

In June, we traveled south to Memphis town,
a public poets' fete with Southern flair.
The mid-south heart unfolded nationwide,
an open cloak of warmth...

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The Beauty of Charkha the Spinning Wheel  2

The Poem is dedicated to Mahatma Gandhi and his Charkha


Cotton has always won the hearts 
Of every...

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Pursue love,
the love that has no meaning,
the silver ports of the moon,
shine so bright,
that it blinds you in the twilight
she is beautiful and she is...

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I feel like an old ship
Anchored in the bay,
Too old and slow
To battle storms
Or haul the freight
That pays the way.

I’ve had my turns
On stormy seas
And...

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Tis here, the eve of one day less
     Of sorrow lost and hope reborn
     If will brings...

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I had my first glimpse of her from the sandy beach,
her silhouette painted on the sky's canvas of peach
The regal double-mast brigantine, sailing out to...

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My boat rocks gently under a reddening sun,
is it wrong to wish for a Viking burial,
to ponder a last journey West
into the dying light?

Strangers have...

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Covid spread throughout the kingdom – 
the people inside the elite compounds,
if they heard the many sounds of the
ill falling dead, did not seem troubled,
not...

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Can you hear my voice,
on the other side?
I call quietly out to reach your ear, 
and hope your heart will listen.
I don't care to reach...

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Wind can be a bit pushy
at times
Though I would be first
to admit
of needing nudges in different
directions

inclined to linger too long
under shady canopy

or at the seashore
gazing...

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