Sea Gull Poems

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...

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The steersman dry-heaves
into rolling scuppers,
the skipper dozes fitfully in his sodden berth             ...

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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...

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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;...

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

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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he skimmed this gelid air
on a gossamer breath
ascending then descending 
adrift like my wishes

perhaps he was lost
like i in my unspoken thoughts
just wanting to be...

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Tangled in hooks and fishing line
the fisheries have thinned
waves coated in mercury.
The flotilla moved inland
away from mercury storms, 
from freedom flyers to beggars 
on an...

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puppeteer of the clouds
working a spray of gulls
one pecks away the strings
all the others do the same
stigmata daub their wings 
they plummet to the sea
souls...

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Viewed through my lens your cold eye
Sees only opportunity, chances for greed,
Unfair and brutal scoring at no cost
To yourself. Instinct polarised to bad,
Answering circumstance with...

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