Gull Poems

Gull Glides

A gull glides slowly 
Through the cloud-grey sky
No sign of hurry, 
No hint of worry
Content thus to fly.

Dramatic contrast 
To the traffic down below
Human hurry 
Human rush
As though its sinful 
To go slow.

Maybe somehow
In a very little while
I’ll let time take
Its gentle course
And gull-like
Peaceful go.

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and the blue  s w i r l i n g  ocean . . .
     a gull screams loudly

The Sea Gull

The Sea Gull

The one-legged seagull king that lived on the last reef
before the ocean began had lived long, longer than gulls normally do
He came from a sturdy breed that for generations had lived
at the edge of land and sea; they knew things other birds didn’t know
On the ferry bound for England the king came onboard, I fed it fine
knowing well the king would be back when the ferry returned 
Other younger birds wanting the space on the last reef, attacked the king
who never more returned; to the ferry boat they circled and shrieked
in triumph demanding preferential treatment, I gave them potato peel
and saved the best leftovers for the gulls on the coast of Newcastle
After years of a zero-sum life having no time for anything, I retired and
bought a cabin far inland, but near a lake that had a wooden pier and
a rowing boat, a place where the trout waked undisturbed.
On the top of the chimney he sat, the old king, waiting just for me.

The Hungry Gull

My feathers are misted and moistened from the sea spray
As I glide above the busy shore on Frenchman’s Bay
The sunrise displaying beautiful pinkish and purple hues
While the tide is out, no fish and the crustaceans are few

I soar above the boats all docked along the shore
While searching for a safe landing and food to score
Spotting tourists, seated while eating their breakfast food
I quickly land at their table, hoping they’re in a giving mood 

Instead, I get shooed off with water thrown and screamed at
Flying off, I soon spot a trash bin with bacon pieces, crisp and fat
I dive into the barrel, feathers tucked, beak landing into the bacon
Delighted as I also feed on some toast crumbs and a cinnamon muffin

I feel the barrel moving, again I am screamed at and shooed away
I fly toward the sky, soaring high as my droppings splatter and splay
I soar above the surf, my feathers spread wide enjoying the sea spray
Spotting some crabs washed ashore, now dive- bombing for my lunch today

Contest: 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 10 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mark Toney

Everybody Needs a Fine Dining Experience

Shadows amid the waves
bird-eye targets,
besties gather for 
a fine dining experience;
aqua splits to pierce
of bill.

Fueling up the old pouch,
a winging pelican riding sea breeze
to sustenance; 
all hook-billed and needing no bait.

Just a hop, skip-skim 
across to side-dish;
let’s have a herring and mullet casserole!
Throat-sack wiggles, jiggles,
down the hatch,
then it’s back to the nest for 
cocktails and a snooze.

Gregarious, the lot of us,
quite a personable group;
flashey-fish’in, eight-foot
wingspan, spots another appetizer;
bank left, wings fold in
a dive-bomb spin...dessert!

We’re aerial acrobats of the coasts;
hop a ship and we’ll perform
for you; no charge.

Gull Point

  I know you so well now
   that I can instantly 
        capture your moods. 
  Watching 
       as the tide ebbs - 
  you regretfully reveal
             hidden treasures.

  Children with small nets
   probe into 
              your very soul, 
  and seabirds 
     plunder your bounties.
  If I listen carefully 
         I can hear you cry.

  Oh but the tide incoming 
   is a different matter.
                  Water gently
  chuckles through 
              parched crevices, 
  small creatures return
          where they belong.

  Behold, seaweeds dance 
   in joy, and 
                 once again 
   rejuvenated 
  you count your losses, 
             lick your wounds.


     Written: circa 1994               

               ———

Gull Point is in the East Coast Bays of
Auckland, New Zealand. An old haunt.

A Curious Seal

Last days of summer
Autumn's presence felt
The sea retains some heat
Hardy souls take the plunge
While gulls skim and surf
Riding on waves that swell
A curious seal watches
Alien species enjoying
Freedom from the land.


Image
by
Natalia_Kollegrova
Pixabay

And a White Gull Glides

 
the sky is a hazy blue sea today
and a breeze touches the tree tops
and they sway like emerald waves
oh, there is a perfect silence ...
though hidden birds chatter and twitter
and my flowers tremble
while others are ...  perfectly still
and my hanging 
ivy is creeping and twining 
and somewhere a wind chime
pings once 
and a white gull glides

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June 9, 2021

Sea Gull

If, I were a seagull;

The wind would tickle

And lift my fine feathers.

I would extend my wings,

Bend my knees,

Leap up into the air

Flapping my wings

Taking off and fly,

Feeling the favorable

Brisk briny breeze filled sea.

Glide and vanish into the broad sky.

I'd fly among the shadows of the clouds,

Embrace in natural warmth

Of heavenly sunshine,

Overlooking uninterrupted view

Above and among endless, blissful line;

Along the coastline,

As it calls.

 
1/30/2021


If I Were A ? Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Judged 2/4/2021
3) if I were a seagull


Poetry Contest:'NA Poem From a February 2021 Judged Contest -' 
Sponsored By:	Constance La France

Sea Gull At Twilight

I’m soaring through a sunset – violet
as sun drips into water cobalt blue.
How peaceful is this twilight time. I let
my eyes take in the total gorgeous view.

My mates fly with me. Beachcombers we spy!
We squawk and squeal and circle with delight.
Then down to where the humans are we fly.
We need to look around while there’s still light.

Before the sun into the ocean dips,
I hope to find some food upon the ground.
I relish scraps of fruit and yummy chips!
Oh joy! I see my lovely mate has found
leftover crumbs. She shares them all with me.
How glad are we to be birds of the sea.

Jan. 30, 2021

Discourse Poem, the Dream

I Discourse Poem, The DREAM

The dream came before dawn
Longer ago than I dare to date.
Within it, I trudged along 
The forever-length of a deserted
Beach, having only the hope of
Sighting a pier with its over-swooping
Gull.

I kept on the heavy walk in the dry, 
Poor, foot-denying sand — with
More sliding down than stepping ahead.
I wearied.  I admit.  I kept on,
Lifting my eyes to the distances for some
Sign and, then one came, but not to eyes.
My ears.

At first I strained to believe it was sound
At all, so I hurried toward the horizon,
Concentrating.  Until, yes!  Sound pulled
Me on to hearing faint tones of music!
Forgetting my steps I struggleon toward
The faint but distinctly sweet sound of a choir!
Heaven?

I woke.
Filled with a landscape of questions.
To this day, embracing.

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(C) sally Young Eslinger 12/18/220
Thanks be to God. Alleluia!

The Sea-Gull

The old sea-gull

The old one-legged sea-gull
sat on my roof near the chimney
if felt the cold, scanning the sky.
Once it had been the captain on the outer reef
and fought many a battle to sit on his crown
Someone took a shot at it, and it lost a leg,
together with oncoming elderliness, it left its kingdom.
Took refuge on my roof and lives of scraps of food.
It is still standing proud, but it can´t be hidden
the decline that overcomes us all.
Like the sea-gull, we have to battle on, be dignified
of the onset awaiting us.

Gull Trouble

Like rowdy teens all running for a bus
The gulls have seen the merest hint
That someone threw a crust
An unwanted  scrap from Pret
The bottom of a wrap or the final soggy 
Mouthful from a keytchup spattered bap
Sending fifty feisty squabbling birds
All rising in a screechy flap

Just the first arrive in time to dive 
And wing away their beak-caught prize 
Towards the winter water skies 
Chased by the nearest losers.
The rest resettle in their line to wait again 
Another time the unpredictable arrival 
Of a sandwich part way munched
In the office lunch timetable.

Herring Gull

I am known as a sky rat, or a beach thief,
most call me a seagull and a nuisance.
I love to fly across the ocean freely, soaring with
my wings spread while darting into the water.
I see a photographer, maybe I will be featured,
instead I go unnoticed as whales are surfacing.
My eyes are keen as I search for crustaceans.
Feeling bored I decide to move onto the beach.
I tease humans with my little show and dance,
always winning a few scraps for my troubles.
No one knows my struggles to exist with my flock,
we squabble, fight and bully for food until bloodshed.
Crabs are our delicacy, it’s like finding the jackpot.
I will win you over with my beauty and charisma,
until you leave me with your lunch as you swim. 
It then becomes all mine, except for the wrappers.
Yes, my reputation precedes me again!

7/09/2020

Contest: Bird Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France

Gull Friend

grandson saw his gull friend ~at the beach and a fast food parking lot

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