Blowhole Poems - Poems about Blowhole

...The vast ocean would entwine with the sky and thus consumed with this burning yearning, gathering strength, its mission, do or die, waves around lava rocks begin churning. Kiama is where ocean’......

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......with apologies to Ogden Nash You think you may have missed the astounding part of you. The high tide. Thoughts and things you had missed, because of you, little gifts......

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...Orca breaches amid rolling pellucid waves; pod accompaniment as arching bodies play. blowhole sprays celebrate in random ecstasy; ocean’s performance art. ......

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...The highlight of my Alaskan vacation was a singular unexpected breach of a humpback whale. — by Poet MY DREAM VACATION - ALASKAN WHA......

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...it started twenty-six years ago in a twisted, cramped recast bathroom the sun's rays would perforate from the right hand side window at first there were no implements, neither a zither ......

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... I’m the latest ghostly tale of a Dead Sea non-person A son of a slave seed; I Diaspora bled from wooden callousness, inside a cadaver pale white whale — born half-dead on arrival Bo......

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... Clink-clink Black panther eyes peering thru the concrete canopy What do they see in the blood-smoke midnight air ... safari sound waves shocking, moving the ghetto leaves What do t......

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...Whale watching! Come on, let's go There's no time to be a landlubber Grab your oars and get ready to row We're not after one for its blubber Stay away from that blowhole bully who likes......

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...War with nature's a losing one, it's just like spitting at the sun No matter what, nature has won. It is not fun. It is not fun. Mankind can rape the forests broad, with axe and chainsaw, tree......

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...whal. And how I swim through my sea of thoughts, filled with colorful imagination. And how the only thing that makes me thankful for the Horn on my existence is you. Sleeping soundly in the oil spills that linger in my blowhole- despite the fact that the word "blowhole" is super unpoetic! Even more than the word super. But that's how you make my little metaphorical narwhal heart feel! You're the one with the harpoon words and gallons upon gallons of waste......

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... Where the sea meets the sky, Blue on blue. White sails, slowly sliding by, Azure hue. Warm sands, intense, bright sun, Calming you. Beautiful island girl, scantily clad, No taboo. H......

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...Preparing his conference speech Old man ended up on nude beach By virtue or vise He stuck his device In each blowhole he could reach......

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...Questions I’ve got some questions; the truth if you please I’d like to know – does a penguin have knees Can a rhinoceros – if he has a twitch Raise his back leg to get at his itch If water gets in a......

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