Long Barnacled Poems

63.
      If Dullness Be Your Plunder

    Speech be silence gone amiss
    But if speech be ne'er to be.
    Choose words with...

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Her indifference was merely a façade,
Mine too, if truth be asked, it might have been.

The day had been an autumn harvest festival,
A ballroom packed with clichés ringing as bells
A banner was strung across the sky...

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Deep ocean of azure blue

Overhead seagulls circling flew

In constant motion, heaving sides

The old merchant ship upon it rides

Rust scorched it's barnacled coat

Salt encrusted railings forever afloat

On the horizon's sinking sun's amber glow

Beckons enticingly along the...

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High Tide Returns

Once he sailed the fast Clipper of his heart
A mariner over blessed waves
Once on a fathom sea of womanhood
He drew water 
To each compass point in her eyes
His sails were prayers 
Laid in...

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Prosperity proved no defense against the years or changing fates writ in the stars - nor masters of arms foresaw the weapons that unseated their lineages, leaving only ghostly bones where legions rallied beneath dancing...

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no shortage of familiar metier real
     (material) aye attest
welling up within thy breast
merely a predicament how to winnow

     junk bonded barnacled
     accretion encrusted
...

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The sirens and mermaids
called up from the deep,
untangled mesh nets
blithely held out by sleep.
There the first to emerge
were the sighs and the nods,
they sank then resurfaced
in clear Morphean pods.

I found myself wandering
on a wide stretch...

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Narcissus


Once upon a timelessness 
after a re-occurring dream 
awoke wired and restless 
with a relentless curiosity. 

An unlikely poster child 
creature of terrible beauty 
freed from its muted haze 
fiery in spirit 
its kaleidoscopic variations...

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Mermaids

I have seen them in
the gray, untimely dusks,
gleefully playing with lost ships
among coral rock,
golden hair tossing about
like mad witches,
as they flit in and out of
barnacled portholes.

They ride on autumn tides
near sun bleached inlets
sailing with north...

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alone
your alone
alone isn't a crime

the problem is
nobody wants to be around alone
alone echoes
nobody cares to hear it
they'd rather listen to birds, a water fall, a 747 taking off
a wailing baby -a beaver slapping shine into...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Eleven

Once a wounded turtle dove ground out its pain in a bare poplar
When autumn sunset bid bitter farewells to the lone star
Three black liana lassies trudging homeward swayed...

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I’ve been drifting for such a long time
This old ship with its seafaring ways
But big waves ever harder to climb
Seem to threaten to shorten my days

This old ship and its seafaring ways
Barnacled heavy with bowing...

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The tide worn and barnacled pylons
holding up the wharf wobble 
on a sea swell like loose teeth.
Most of the decking planks
are missing. Those that remain 
span joists with bones
of rotted wood fastened down
with rust. A...

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This prose, a shipwreck...
Barnacled and long forgot
at the bottom of a lonely sea.

This song, a rusted railcar...
alone
      'n fallen 
        
  ...

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D street daydreams,

watered down time,
diluted with a soured lime,

streaming like faces,
caught in tour bus windows,
shading eyes from mid day light,

a winking glint on distant water,

faint gulls cry winging over,
far off sand dunes like snowy plover,

wind...

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Day joined to expired day, 
nights lost to darkest night. 

Another year has defected 
to the phalanx arrayed against us, 
their iron hooves now thundering, 
their sheer number mocking
our plundered ranks. 

Do we then muffle...

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Harpoon raised,
 the chaser boat in full flight.
Coiled rope, explosive head,
 cold steel reflects
                the fading light.

Oil spill blood
 surrounds...

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Christmas decor has begun to bore
Season's diminishing returns must not ignore
Ingenious craft stagnates; no longer hearts implore
Straggling trinkets of blithe, Christmas lore
To be quickly discarded or saved for dated encore
Spent wreaths fading yellow on every...

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Arrogant autocratic Ahab
Sails set seaward
Heartless harpoon high
 
Wind wracked Waves
Revenge rage regret
Wretched white whale
 
Opaque Ocean oblivious
Deep dark dangerous
Titanic terrors traversing
 
Captain callous cold
Blood bought bonds
Obsidian oaths ordured  
 
Foreboding fears fester
Sacrosanct silent seas
Motionless...

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Drifting Away

All alone one might think they stand in muddy water unclear
Now feeling like a drowned rat in time and not utter a peep,
Where all at once there might have been a wooden pier
Like a...

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Barnacled brows shutter
aged eye

Look deeper, look deeper
There's beauty inside 

Addiction, disease
Abused, neglected

Look deeper, look deeper
There's beauty inside

Sub par IQ
Removed from view

Look deeper, look deeper
There's beauty inside

Scarred and marred
Disfigured, discarded

Look deeper, look deeper
There's beauty inside

From lightest...

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 On bowride below gentle titans peep
   ghost ships of the Pacific hunt and chase -
 great barnacled seafarers of the deep
   beneath the waves its clear blue waters grace.
 Where...

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Christmas for stolid, hermetic recluse
Recidivistic mind all sentimentality doth refuse
Token, lifeless symbols; pageantry will recuse
Pawned, second-hand trinkets now in disuse
Barnacled to limbs drooping to spindling angles obtuse
Garnishments that jilting time accrues
Hung sloppily, stunted timber's temporal...

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Climbing o’er the jagged rocks reddened by the setting Sun
Still the mellow roar went on cadenced by a crashing one
Roaring on the rocks below, the barnacled and musseled throw
A carpet of surprise, the water rushing...

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The Love boat


Love is such a tossed about word
‘I love you’ we say
But often we neglect to see
We have forgotten to truly care
A rough word written or spoken
Can often break a heart
Have we become so...

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