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 live in
A town full of sound
Pinballs were zinging
And barkers would hound
Foghorns were blaring
A mournful fog song
I use to live in
A town full of sound
I use to live in
A town full of sounds
Salt water taffy
Came clacking on down
The bandstand was swinging
Those Glen Miller songs
I use to live in
A town full of sound
I use to live in
A town full of sound
Where all sorts of music
Played all over town
Screech of the crowd
As the Comet roared down
I use to live in
A town full of sound
Bill MacEachern May 2, 2024
Categories:
foghorns, nostalgia,
Form: Rhyme
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 curious heart
Like foghorns in mists
Wispy temptation
Weaves tendrils of enticements
Try me on just once?
Old world falls away
Neon bursts of astral fire
Lightning births dreams gold
Electric moonbeams
Possibility explodes
Breathing ideas
New cosmos emerge
Kaleidoscopic glory
Unclaimed magic found
Lost again - glitzy glasses
Categories:
foghorns, magic, self,
Form: Choka
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 motorboat salmon swimming upstream
Migrating home from the explosions in the sky
20, 50, 80 a hundred 200 in an hour
Rainbow tsunami
Our dock leans rickety to the covenant
Lake soothes its wrinkles when the madness is over
Our souls sit back in decrescendo
Take a deep breath
To the cows mooing
Pastures away on Cairn Highway
Like foghorns from the lighthouse perched on the moon
While picking machines convulse in the cherry orchards
Tree by tree to trampolines
Whining mosquitoes if our ears were the hills
Moon slips behind the blueberry clouds
Campfire snaps its fingers for attention
A cricket chirps just outside our circle of radiant rocks
I planted decades ago
Every year he’s here too
Chirping
Chirping
To the embers of the universe
Until he isn’t.
Categories:
foghorns, age, love, marriage, moving
Form: Free verse
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 through the fog and lead you safely home.
Categories:
foghorns, analogy,
Form: Free verse
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 trying to catch each others
Minds wandering with delight
Under a full moonlit night
Sounds of the waves and a bottle of wine
Candles flickering on a blanket
A lighthouse light spinning around
Foghorns blowing offshore
Waves leaping upon the rocks
Lite mist from an ocean breeze
Diamonds created from a volcano
While one awaits her finger
Wrapped in a cycle of gold
Inscribed within four words
My Star of Destiny
Categories:
foghorns, desire, love, magic,
Form: Free verse
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.
Oh the ocean calm and free,
May I be at one with thee.
Hear the foghorns blow, hoot,
Fishing, rigging out at sea.
Hear the bristles of the reeds,
Rustling in the morning air.
Feel the pebbles, skim a couple,
See the lighthouse, blinking homeward.
Life does eb and flow for me,
As I lie beside the sea.
Hear the rumble of the clouds,
Fee thy thumming in the sky.
Watch the waves rise up so high,
Crashing harsh upon the sand.
See the moonlit ocean shore,
See the oystercatcher dance.
My soul is boundless, like the sea
May I be at one with thee.
Categories:
foghorns, beautiful, creation, imagery, ocean,
Form: Free verse
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, a true
sweet, love blanket.
The fog keeps things magically
cool, and add foghorns to this scenario.
The fog still remains, to this day,my
'Eternal Lothario'.
Alas, I have moved and by him no
longer fog honey-blessed.
But by that sensous Lothario, still divinely
possessed!
August 13, 2019
* Poem dedicated to Charles Messina..the idea for it jumped
out while commenting to him.Thanks, Charles!
* Bagdad by the Bay is a term
used for San Francisco.
Categories:
foghorns, happy, how i feel,
Form: Lyric
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 drifting
through history’s shoals.
©12/16/2018
contest – Lighthouse Poetry Contest
sponsor – Eve Roper
Categories:
foghorns, history, sea,
Form: Free verse
The spiral staircase made her high heels sing.
San Francisco's nights treated her that way.
Sophisticated vacation each Spring -
Nothing seemed as romantic as the Bay.
She met him on the wharf one moonlit night-
Pretended to be one of high fashion.
Her vacation spent in fantasy flight,
Wrapped in her dreams and his intense passion.
From here the City churches pierced the mist
And foghorns warned of danger in the Bay.
She would think of the times that they had kissed,
And not tell him that she was from L.A.
He opened her laptop, looked under "Freight" -
He could hop a train almost anywhere.
Now he could be in Bakersfield by eight.
He closed it, and, now smiling, crossed the square.
5-10-18 for contest one , nine and sixteen...for Viv Wigley
Categories:
foghorns, fantasy,
Form: Quatrain
Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Sebastopol
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: April/2016
Where
lighthouse
rays
shine
on
seagull wings -
Where
the
misty
morning
dew -
beckon
foghorns
to
sing -
where sky's
are
green;
Oceans too -
Where
fishermen
stretch
tall
stories
the whole
day
through -
Where
clouds adrift
with
snow white
hue -
Where
baby's breath....
Breathe,
like
winter frost,
On roses
in
bloom -
Where
Pond Lily's
are
turquoise,
and
Polliwogs
are
blue -
Where
old men
still plow
the
land
behind
working mules -
This
Is
Sebastopol
A
Barefoot
Town
Yellow
as
Sunflowers
Sweet
as
grapes
on
the vine -
(c). Copyright, 2016 Ken Jordan
Categories:
foghorns, beautiful, city, tribute,
Form: Rhyme
I.
Lighthouse runs during the rough night tonight
Splash, splash, the ocean beats upon the shore
Rocks create edge foam, a white gorgeous sight
Storm approaches the lighthouse to implore
Town builds itself around the lighthouse door
Faster, the ocean crashes on the sand
Warning beacon shines from this rocky land
II.
This lighthouse beams its bright rays far beyond
Ships acknowledge the light by their foghorns
Keeps their distance from the shore they respond
The lighthouse greatly shines and in turn warns
Grass near the shore completely carries thorns
Making the whole scene quite tense and is feared
Cold dark sky brightened by the light endeared
Russell Sivey
Categories:
foghorns, light, storm,
Form: Rhyme Royal
I’m stuck in this prison
this Hell that I’m in
How long has it been
since the day
all happiness left me?
Playground days-
the time of no caring
are lost in a maze
as life is wearing me down
They say it gets better
when you live your life sober
but I just want this hurt to be over for good
The Prozac’s not working
as my mind is attacked yet again
So what would you say
if I jumped from this bridge
into the bay
and made it my grave?
Nobody would miss me tomorrow
The news anchor says
I won’t be the first
and I could have it worse
Is there much worse than Hell?
It takes four seconds
from lamppost to water
It takes much longer
to lead an innocent
lamb to the slaughter
and I am much fouler
so unclean
The foghorns are blowing
as the ship lights are showing
scarcely a blur far away
I can find my peace now
by diving down
into that watery release
and cease to be
merely another
discarded piece to the puzzle
Categories:
foghorns, angst, confusion, death, depression,
Form: Lyric