Best Sting Ray Poems

I used to dream of marrying one day
a princely man! My soul mate he would be.
I dreamed of visiting lands far away.
That dream I lived!...

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hanging in the air
humidity’s heaviness . . .
the river’s slow crawl


On the Mississippi lies the beautiful little city where I once lived. How many times...

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.       F.T.W.
F.ree  T.he  W.aves
f.REE  t.HE  w.AVES

F.ree T.he W.aves!!!
Is what they say,,
Got my self some true...

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It seems I really loved to hop around,
 to have my feet come off, then back on ground. 
I got a pogo stick I used...

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jellyfish floating
in turbulent sea currents
beware tentacles

sting ray flapping by
vast oceans you do cross
in your endless quest...

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When I was really small, I loved my trike,
and then I graduated to a bike.
I also liked to skip, so mother bought
A jump rope that...

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i gather my sticks and stones
beat around the bush
facing East, then West
bow three times

scrape my knees on the doorstep of persuasion
the attic is filled with...

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A flounder is a flat fish, found in tidal waters
Laying on the bottom, partially covered with sand
“Floundering”, is a nighttime sport on the Texas coast...

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Our love had no syllables
It had no meaning nor symbols
It was a pure air bubble
Clear as a crystal ball

It diluted the oceans’ blue
It had no...

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Together we entered your world...

majectic in your approach...

as we summonds our courage...
not a word we spoke...

you tapped me by honing my
unique heart beat...

I felt your...

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They call me Corvette Granny
as I cruise around in my red Sting Ray,
vintage 1965 convertible and what a looker,
the top down with my hair flying...

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They call me Corvette Granny,
as I cruise around in my red Sting Ray,
vintage 1965 convertible and what a looker,
the rag top down with my hair...

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Scientists describe it as an event
In the hot paradise of Key West

Condos festivals hotels
Dancing feet under bells of lights
I’ve sung Margaritaville there
Myself

Beneath the docks

Pan fish...

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