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! It’s now a memory!

I used to like to kick a ball and run
the bases, ride my purple Sting Ray bike,
skip...

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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 I trudged up inclined streets; or leaning forward, red-faced and panting, pressed up slopes with all my might, feet on...

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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 tales
About the world today.
Oil job site fails.
Poor Sea World has to pay.
I found many black sea shells
Oil got in their...

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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 all year
 and wore out quickly once I learned to steer!

 At 15, I was not the same small kid,...

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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 I used an awful lot.

It seems I really loved to hop around,
to have my feet come off,  then back...

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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 cobwebbed intrusions of domesticity
but nothing seems out of place,
the basement leaks with water under the foundation
and the walls shout 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 
You slowly wade through tidal flats, with a gig in hand

A helper carries a Coleman lantern, held on high
You both...

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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 definition for it was true
It dissolved tears into a love potion
It moved in slow motion with utter devotion

It had no...

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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 spin in the new green pea sea
Mad somersaults
Alone
To their own kind of tambourine

Bring out your Dead
Bring out your Dead

14-foot Swordfish...

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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 power...you brang all
oceans before me...

...silent messenger of all depths...
you disappeard into the dark
your body - tail great length...

I fed you...I...

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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 in the wind,
totally not looking my age and undisciplined.

The call me Corvette Granny,
men want to race me on the streets,
they...

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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 flying in the wind,
totally not looking my age and undisciplined.

They call me Corvette Granny,
men want to race me on the...

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My body is flat
I can shock enemies
What am I?
An ocean ray
A sting ray
I am not as large as a manta ray
But I am deadly toward my prey...

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