Foghorns Poems - Poems about Foghorns

...Town Full Of Sound I use to live in A town full of sound With Roller Coasters And Merry Go Round Horns would blast To sound an alarm I use to live in A town full of sound I use to li......Read the rest...

...Magic Glasses In the lost and found One glitzy pair of glasses Dusty - forgotten Cast off and outcast? Living in land of the lost Corrections for sight Mystic mystery Calls to the curio......Read the rest...

...In the hot A-Ga-Ming night My wife and I skip the July 4th fireworks At the sandbar down south on long Torch Lake Start our own shoreline fire Count the red electrified dorsal fins Of the mo......Read the rest...

...The foghorns of life can be so far away when your driving in the mist of today's hour. Pray to God to help you see through the gray, for He is the only one who has the power to pierce throu......Read the rest...

...Once again, I've spent my day drifting among the drifting dunes staring at colorful bits of ocean-tumbled glass that shimmer, sparkle and refract the still-warm October light in my shaking uncer......Read the rest...

...Gazing with twinkling thoughts Upon a clear night from afar Wishing on one hoping for them all Two hands clasped together While walking and leaving footprints in the sand Thoughts are racing try......Read the rest...

...Poems about Poems (II) Kin by Michael R. Burch for Richard Moore 1. Shrill gulls, how like my thoughts you, struggling, rise to distant bliss? the weightless blue of skies that are no......Read the rest...

... Brings back aromatic, delicious yesterdays. Our San Francisco les journeees! Of winding streets and moonlit sweaty-love soaked sheets. North Beach, homemade Italian fresh baked brea......Read the rest...

...Poems about Poets I The Wonder Boys by Michael R. Burch for Leslie Mellichamp The stars were always there, too-bright cliches: scintillant truths the jaded world outgrew as baffled poet......Read the rest...

...The State of the Art (I) by Michael R. Burch Has rhyme lost all its reason and rhythm, renascence? Are sonnets out of season and poems but poor pretense? Are poets lacking fire, their word......Read the rest...

... Hear the rush, shhhh, ahhhh, The ocean's coming fast. Hear the seaguls squark, croak, Lingering on the foamy shore. Feel the sand between your toes, Feel the frostbite on your nose. ......Read the rest...

...Safe Harbor by Michael R. Burch for Kevin N. Roberts The sea at night seems an alembic of dreams— the moans of the gulls, the foghorns’ bawlings. A century late to be melancholy, I wat......Read the rest...

...Lombard Street Memories                 San Francisco, 1975                     ~~~~~~      I felt totally stupid cooking my first turkey, as I had never cooked one previously.........Read the rest...

... The Honey of a Fog If you ever lived in Baghdad by Bay, you would know  That each night as the sun begins to set, The fog casts its sweet honey net all over it. With baptismal droplets,......Read the rest...

...Tourists come to take pictures our lights no longer shine foghorns no longer blare yet we stand stark white against angry skies memories flashing over distant waters tattered sailors driftin......Read the rest...