Best Squally Poems

‘Tis You’

It’s a tempestuous, wuthering, wuthering day
as I set forth exuberant and merrily on my way.
I pause to hearken to the symphony of sound
as natures harmony plays and swirls all around.
Ignited flaming thoughts to fill a love sonnet
as I march on and grasp my dishevelled...

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silver spray soaking
shell scattered sandy shoreline  ~
squally sea subsides


Written 24th August 2020

For haiku 6 poetry contest 

Sponsored By Brian Strand...

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You become Raffles and its Long Bar.
Better, I'd imagine, than it needs,
or probably deserves.
Happy, fair,
tanned loveliness with a dash of sauce
and a hint, I think, of innocence.
Had I noticed that before?

Melbourne today is cold and squally.
Now where I look is stained with sallow sunshine ...

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Gone under the gripping waves of squally sea of sorrow
Remains of the castle I built with silver sands of dream,
Emerging out of the debris I face the plateau of life fallow.
Aspirations die hard, so I grow wings to fly on sunbeam
Through silver-lined clouds to sanguine...

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In the opaque mist of the fading night
you disappeared so early before time,
I didn’t know why.
My squally sky fell in torrents of sorrow,
filled to the brim with my melted heart
the bottomless abyss you left.
The wailing olive tears flowed there, 
made an emerald sea in me.

In...

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Your flushing face winsome in the wild wind, 
the ebony strands of hair insolent, flutter unbridled.
Some swirl squally, threading the gushing gale,
on the ivory forehead their lattice captures my yearning.

The sculpted window panes of the hazel eyes unclosed,
flutter like the flamboyant wings of beguiled butterfly.
Onyx...

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*“As o`ver the stormy sea of human Life We sail, until our anchor`d spirits rest in the far haven of Eternity.” Robert Montgomery.”
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Racing the oval of tide
Watching the sun and moon collide

Riding on horses in the oval of fate
Saddling on courses in the ring of slate

Horses in breeds of colors and shade
Forces in creeds of odors and glade

Mares and lasses of cold and wintry grounds
Grasses and races...

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The river is smooth, quiet, and serene.
Our fishing boat is at one with the flow.
Years from now I'll remember this scene
And wish it were like the life I would know.

But that isn't the nature of this estate.
Boulders may bludgeon at every turn.
Debilitating illness may strike...

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Chilled by cold Canadian air
Lake Okanagan’s waters run deep
And so does its Ogopogo
A legend the centuries keep

Native Americans feared it
Animal sacrifices were made
Before they boarded their canoes
And set out to traverse the lake

Campfire stories natives told
Of the monster “Snake in the Lake”
Long before Europeans arrived
To...

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My hopes became big and bold
The mind could no longer hold
They grew wings of lofty desire
On birds flying in the squally air.
Through the arch of rainbow hue
To the misty horizon they flew 
Where the shrouded sun would try
Paint setting colors on cold and moist sky.

They...

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I sought my truth within the sky
The squally blue, my wings to ply
A thrust on thermals, carried high
And yet, the gospel that I found?
My feet still fixed to feral ground.

I dared to plunge the oceans, deep
To burn in Neptune's coldest keep
And bleed to soft, abiding...

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Cletus O'Toole spent some time in Reno

  Where he lost his shirt playin' at keno

    This caused a great deal of strife

      With his long-sufferin' wife

        She raged on...

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The life stream swerves in undulating landscape,
the concert of murmur cascades melody 
that ripples in the whispering air,
the sound of music flies past me unheard
in the depth of silence.

Rains fall in torrent on parched psychic tree,
the rhythm of aria pulsates on dancing leaves,
I keep my...

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THE SENTINEL
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS

					

I took the elevator to the lobby of the small hotel
I’d been here six days the ennui was starting to tell
I’d been sent to cover an international gathering
Sessions so long and dull my mind took a battering
My last night in Buenos Aires...

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