Along the waterfront where the piano keys play,
A harbor of echoes, where notes gently sway.
Keys like ripples in a tranquil bay,
A melody of inlets, where echoes stay.
Frequencies murmur with the ebb and flow,
In the salty air, where whispers go.
The seagull's cry adds to the maritime song,
A haven where sailors have journeyed along.
Under the sun's spectrum, a haven's grace,
Notes of sails and seashells interlace.
Colors of azure and golden sand,
A poetic sonnet of the sailor's land.
Harbor pathways chart sailors' course,
Echoes of anchors and the sea's discourse.
In the inlets, where the notes align,
A visual journey beneath the sun's design.
Through hidden coves and open seas,
On the inlet where the winds tease.
Colors in intensity, a maritime map,
A poetic sonnet of the seafarer's lap.
So, let the breezy keys guide your way,
By the piano harbor where dreams may sway.
In the melody of the sea, where the notes unveil,
A poetic voyage, a musical inlet tale.
Categories:
harbors, boat, color, earth, fantasy,
Form: Rhyme
lay intermissions
fortuitous functions
middle roadside rests
Categories:
harbors, adventure, journey, joy, memory,
Form: Haiku
a scourge across the land of the free
darkness brooding in Mar-a-Lago
and brewing in Chesapeake Bay
fear surrounds the man who
would be our President again
a stench from the one in office 'til then
Categories:
harbors, leadership, perspective, political, power,
Form: Political Verse
the sea winds calling
calling beach tides thrilling
thrilling woodlands for hiking
hiking along streams vibrant
vibrant wildlife still sprawling
sprawling plant life enthralling
enthralling cobble streets for strolling
strolling perfection in a New England town ~~
a New England town of actual living sounds -
sounds like I should permanently settle down:
Leading a simple life are solid folk.
Many fish the sea for their living.
In city life, they would be slowpokes,
but here time is for deep breathing.
Old lighthouses dot an idyllic coast
and fishing boats fill the scenic harbors.
There’s shellfish aplenty for dining ardor.
Many inns are old homes of lace and charm,
reminiscent of America’s youth.
There are old horse bridges and farms
built when pride was America’s truth.
There is much history to relish
and nature that stirs one zealous.
New England is the good life embellished
and an address that I would cherish.
Categories:
harbors, beauty, culture, environment, happy,
Form: Rhyme
The midnight sea, it carries me
So high aloft, atop the burly crest
I hear the crash, on distant shore
The boat is strained in freezing quest
It carries me atop the burly crest
In shroud of fog, I strain to see
Will I survive the crashing waves
Nothing is still, the air is filled
Cold fear stilled face, the hand that saves
I strain to see the crashing waves
Before the wave I speed by rocks
Into a place to harbor’s rest
From turbulent to calmer fare
My fear has died, survived to tell
I speed by rocks to harbor’s rest
Categories:
harbors, boat, emotions, fear, imagery,
Form: Rhyme
The ship we have
known
is sailing again
It is sailing through
the ocean of pain
Through the sea
it sails
right on course
Soon it will reach
the islands
the islands of temptation
the isles of bliss
No storms there, no sorrow
Our rest is assured
Before we land
on the blessed
isle
We will taste the fruits
of the life
we have known
Yes, and we will dance
among the gardens
where we see
dawn rise once again
over the ocean and the verdant lands
Categories:
harbors, fantasyocean,
Form: Blank verse