Best Wharves Poems

Galactic curls in spirals swirl, entwining twisted mystery,
where time unrolls in blackened holes, no longer bright and blistery,
but writ like runes on starry dunes enclosed...

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For my adopted grandmother Nancy Enloe

I met you at a friend’s house,
standing stately on your cane,
tall and rosy-cheeked like me.
In your smile, I...

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I see America in majestic mountain ranges, lush vegetation and sandy shores.
I see her in gold fields blending into deserts and the Rockies of her...

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Never in secluded pools they dwell,
I speak of ornate  waterfalls,
they rise and fall majestically,
near docks, wharves and piers,
sparkle, gleam, smooth flow trickle,
eye balm whirl...

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ANZAC

Few among them knew the name Gallipolli
no crystal ball foretold the hell it spawned
but in the misty dawn of 25-04-15 
the legend of the ANZACs...

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This dread disease that has afflicted my home, 
This malady, this plague on my house;
This making convertible the former quaintness and provincialism thereof 
Into something...

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I collect eyes. Burnt ones.
Of the last summer.
Arms chopped off. 
By a tide of sand.
Reflections of uncollected water. 
You, hunter of flowers…
Oh, wharves! 
Oh, sea...

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Back Creek Smells 
My nose senses the unseen, 
Like a final Act’s scene, 
When I arrive near the Bay, 
I sense my sinuses are gray,...

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On the edge of barren, corroded shore
Where sailors ply their trade no more
No tenured harbor gallant fleets to moor,
or docks to greet restless crew, strident...

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Come, let us together consider the finer things
Like mystical pyramids and fringed silk scarves
Stones that bring comfort to the aching bone
Intricate ebony statues the lonely...

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I collect eyes. Burnt ones.
Of the last summer.
Arms chopped off. 
By a tide of sand.
Reflections of uncollected water. 
You, hunter of flowers…
Oh, wharves! 
Oh, sea...

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how the  else you going to progress
if you don't Sherlock Holmes the mirror
look what we've become
men hunting each other
for sport money and babes
an insane...

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The ocean rolled with white caps
Rising and falling in scattered
Wind blown sprays,
Waves breaking viciously
Upon shoreline rocks,
Jutting wharves,
Tied up little fisher boats.

Sea gulls overhead, as if...

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O,  elvenstone! O, elvenstone!
O, would that you could be my own.
To quest exhausted, all these years,
And not obtain those pointy ears
To sharpen sense, to...

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