Best Waving Poems

Ocean calls,
From the endless to the shore.
Not one,
Yet,
Countless waves,
Calling your name.
Never mind the numbering,
Foolish to know,
Only this,
From Beyond it's proclaimed as Love.
Heaven to the opened sea,
The blue beauty must obey,
Inviting you to walk on,
Go deep,
And in between.
Therefore,
Sea water,
Ink in pen.
Ocean tide,
I hear you well,
In the...

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air rockets skyward
uppercutting inside
plastic neon flesh
contorting at inhuman angles
what does my body language spell?

ankles anchored into the Earth
to stay grounded as the wave
of time and space crashes
a flood of stagnant flux

there is a symphony of bones
snapping and cracking
in twisted orchestrations
the act of existing for me
is...

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He clipped another one out of the news
The head on collision of Mr. Bob Hughes
Tacking it to his wall, he laughed to himself
Those trusting fools, he’d so kindly “helped”
He never thought he would like his work
But being a garbage man sure had its perks!

When stopped...

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in the waving of the corn 


In waves of corn maturing
 Within the fields of wheat

 Anguished crosses 
 of which we bare
 to truth needs telling
 before life’s alters comming

 Silence broken before its dawn
 freed its travelers in
 well of thirsty burning
 released...

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Old glory is waving

        Fireworks are booming

                God bless America


Fireworks contest...

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Out on Weeks Lease, shall do few things as I please

First, camp at base of Mt. Everest
Breathe same air, imbibe the mountains energy so vast
Seek to know, “what it takes to be World’s highest”
"How it feels when it goes under Conquerors feet"
Gather, "gracious in odd...

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When winsome women wiggle while walking,  
workman will whistle wolfishly, wailing words
wrought with washroom wit. Whilst waylaid wives wince,
wizened widows wink, waving wily.



(Alliteration)...

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in traffic there is an accidie and weariness
and flatness and humdrum of the road
but leonard cohen helps with that
and i think about the poor north koreans
without their fix of coca cola
and the mental health of the finnish with
their billabong of coffee and caffeine flowing
out their...

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She wanted to wave to the Christmas train as a test. 
She dressed carefully in her Sunday best. 
They won’t even see you, her mother said.
You have to stay off the tracks, or you will be dead.

She agreed to stand back and wave as it...

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Monday here again
A seventh of my life
To sit and sip
a third coffee
And plan the day
Lord how I'd love to get away
To Summer beach
To count the sea
To ride the seventh wave
Or sit a bareback horse and see
If I can just behave
I'm getting old
The coffee's cold
I still...

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timeless oceans wave
pulled by the mesmeric moon
caressing seashores




Jan.28.2019
Ocean Waves Haiku
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin


Placed 1'st...Thank You...

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A little tittering bird
pecking in snow?  No.
A little brown leaf
stuck in snow—Shivering;

In the cold wind,
strange indeed;
the eyes seeming
to see and ears hear
silent sounds softly
streaming
in the glittering snow;

Waving shadows
of happy trees
waiting the leave
of melting memories....

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A fat grassland is neither a wasteland nor a heather mountain. It is wise to twirl a large ink dotted feather flock to the sky uniformed but not adhering to dress codes of societal norm. When norms are very nautical nowadays and can disappear and...

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"As the last prisms of ray fall upon the earth
Mary gives birth to a child that will save the world,
 with His waving light. "

I can hear the angel voices softly singing in the manger tonight 
and while the babe lies swaddled beneath a starry...

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Around the corner and down the block of the last street but one
in a dusty rose chair of faded glory on the lawn of a lemon hued home
regal in red plaid pajamas sits The Countess of Norwood Court.

Surveying her subjects each morning at 9:15 on...

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