Best Quayside Poems

Rest now
O restless heart
released in ebb   to flow

ride the other side of the king tide rising
buoyant your movement in rise with the waves
Rise!...

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the light breeze
   cooled the morning sun
daytrip Venice
            had begun
vantage views
 ...

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Stars fall under failing skies...stars fall...stars fall...
And sadly...i start to drive.
Through the unremarkable village with its tall 
Georgian Bay window panes, lightless,
devoid of visages; outwardly...

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I balance my illicitly obtained bottle of absinthe from a man who knows a man, for an exorbitant amount of Euros, on the worn wooden...

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Late night summons madmen, 
madams, bold streetwalkers,
picking pennies from the gutters
as the merchants close their shutters
and the homeless crouch in doorways
in their rags, against the...

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Nightscapes

...inspired by 'Rhapsody On A Windy Night' 
       by T.S. Eliot


Late night summons
madmen, madams, bold streetwalkers,
picking pennies from the...

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NEWCASTLE  UPON  TYNE,    ENGLAND

Half-Scot,  half-English  and  ill at ease with the past,
Newcastle is sooty black from its...

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the quay is where he sat.
     deep in thought, he speaks out.
     “my money is my clout.”
he...

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The harbour rests from the rolling waves			
Of a windswept and tempestuous sea			
Beyond the breakwater lay sailors graves		
Where shipwrecks in eternal sleep rest free		
Once lured upon...

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Quayside bazaar
Odd artifacts;
Trinkets to go

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Poignant tune
Old memories flood;
Trip to yesterday

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Airport arrival
Homecoming route;
Mid-afternoon buzz

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Laundry lady
Dry cleaning job;
Helpful hints

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Sleepy hangover
My mother's voice;
Dreamy interlude

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Old giant rubber tree
Huge monolith;
Treasured...

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Late night summons madmen, 
madams, bold streetwalkers, 
picking pennies from the gutters 
as the merchants close their shutters 
and the homeless crouch in doorways 
in...

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Dark room
No light shines through;
Coldness precipitates

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Post-It note
Message in brief;
Lunch meeting detour

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Birthday party
Another milestone;
Planet earth agrees

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Celebration party
Family banquet;
Feast for fond hearts

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Shopping spree
Goodies galore;
Window shopping

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Busy occupations
Soldier and...

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Chapter 11 The Island Kingdom (f, continued...)

Near the north-most cape they passed, there
Lay the kingdom’s foremost city
By the name of Cannabarro
Here was found the royal...

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Relaxing at Ye Olde White Horse Inn in quaint St. George's Towne,
I enjoy another rum swizzle as I watch the crimson sun go down!
Its rays...

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Late night summons madmen, 
madams, bold streetwalkers, 
picking pennies from the gutters 
as the merchants close their shutters 
and the homeless crouch in doorways 
in...

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