Best Shoaling Poems

The sounds of the surf
From their fluid dynamics
Wind generated waves
Worldwide panoramic
 
Capillary waves
Chorused and light
Charming all shores
Touching delight
 
Swells of the seas
In cacophony of crash
Waves in watery meet
Like a guitar solo by Slash
 
Every so often
The rogue wave hits home
Tsunami, the wall
In kettle drum drone
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The power we now witness is only the start
An angry earth she is, her tectonic plates in depart
Seconds later they again meet with abrasive force
The reaction to the action is just a matter of course

Crustal deformation from the abyss of her deep
For she'll care not...

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In my eighteen wheeler rolling, I am like a salmon fish in the rapids shoaling! Spawn’s flowing 
next generation’s showing!  Black smoke a rolling from smoke stack.

I am laid back, I don’t snort crack, I take time to stop and get some java black,...

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Two, perhaps three miles out to sea, beyond the reef to Zapatillas,
Bocas’ dual sand-edged footprint jewels with jungle centre trees, 
Francesco’s outboard boat heads out to Caribbean’s deeper blue.

Where sun burns softer gringo skin, but canopy saves that paining hue 
from deceiving rays bounced bright...

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Snow shoaling o'er the frozen land,
so biting, bitter cold; broken branches 
stretched like fingers pointing nowhere 
in particular articulate the miseries 
of winter's stranglehold. 

Spring seems a light year gone,
her gentle breath a dream, but green 
shall conquer white and overcome 
its crushing hold when...

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lights flicker on the far side
as Kentucky folds its dark robes

a barge nudges
the river into dusk

bundles of clouds kindle

a shimmering pause

the river opens its body
to swallow the sun

knee deep in shadow
a heron yawps 

silver fish ripple through
shoaling branches

here on a crooked pier
spawning stars surface
from the...

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Beyond the wave-sacked,
lie the pockmarked dunes, heaps dug
by the claws of scaly thrashers.

Here they huddle, my blood kin
flogging grim pleasures,
wolfing eggy sandwiches,
dipping tea-stained teeth into beakers.

By a shoaling shale and monochrome spray
one brine-splattered small fry.
A boyhood caught in a swirling freshet,
he whales barefoot in the...

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Snow shoaling o'er the frozen land,
biting, bitter cold; broken branches 
stretched like fingers pointing nowhere 
in particular articulate the miseries 
of winter's stranglehold. 

Spring seems a light year gone,
her gentle breath a dream, but green 
shall conquer white and overcome 
its crushing hold when the...

Continue reading...

Snow shoaling o'er the frozen land,
biting, bitter cold; broken branches 
stretched like fingers pointing nowhere 
in particular articulate the miseries 
of winter's stranglehold. 

Spring seems a light year gone,
her gentle breath a dream, but green 
shall conquer white and overcome 
its crushing hold when the...

Continue reading...

Beyond the wave-sacked,
lie the pockmarked dunes, heaps dug
by the claws of scaly thrashers.

Here they huddle, my blood kin
flogging grim pleasures,
wolfing eggy sandwiches,
dipping tea-stained teeth into beakers.

By a shoaling shale and monochrome spray
one brine-splattered small fry.
A boyhood caught in a swirling freshet,
he whales barefoot in the...

Continue reading...

Snow shoaling o'er the frozen land,
biting, bitter cold; broken branches 
stretched like fingers pointing nowhere 
in particular articulate the miseries 
of winter's stranglehold. 

Spring seems a light year gone,
her gentle breath a dream, but green 
shall conquer white and overcome 
its crushing hold when the...

Continue reading...

A mottled crab scuppers its sea legs
in fluorescent foam.
Blue pods rattle on green tides.
Bladder wrack, Mermaid’s Hair
washing tangled ankles.
There are voices in my open mouth,
they roll over a briny tongue,
intone words from the breath
of spray and brume.
Where the sky hangs, gull beaks open
to scoop the...

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The date and time on a digital clock
sings me a sotto voce halleluiah
as I roll over on the surf
of a shoaling shore.

This is how a poem arrives,
In a leaky boat loaded with refugees
all arriving at once.
Some refuse to shout out,
some clamor for attention.

The voices come...

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Transports of hereafter
pass one leaf to unclasped heaps.

Flirty winds rearrange the hedgerow plumage,
wisp in gentle whispers.
Chipping sparrows play hid and seek 
with a watery sunlight.

Business is flourishing for the snuffling groundhog.
It’s the narrow part of the day,
a shoaling light ripples where squirrels dart.

A Blue Jay...

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A mottled crab scuppers its sea legs
in fluorescent foam.
Blue pods rattle on green tides.
Bladder wrack, Mermaid’s Hair
washing tangled ankles.
There are voices in my open mouth,
they roll over a briny tongue,
intone words from the breath
of spray and brume.

Where the sky hangs, gull beaks open
to scoop the...

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