Long Beachcomber Poems

Being Your Eyes for Swell 2007
Swell: Currumbin Sculpture Festival
 
For Fred
Picture us arm in arm, strolling,
the crunch of sand underfoot,
the scent of sea air, the touch of sea wind
on our skin, again on the beach...

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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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The Scots, by God,
They drove them out,
With a single Yorkie
At their heels a' yappin'
The Hobyahs tried to fly
Their arms they were a flappin'

Some managed to take to sea
And landed in Hamptonshire,
Yes-serieee!!!
But the British Navy would...

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Night brings us close unwrapping naked bodies
Of old conversation left hanging in the window
Of an empty house
This house had no tenant so long time now
You laughing from stern to bow
Your wine glass amazing pirouettes 
I...

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To nourish breaths  and twirl away
when island counts beachcomber years
folder and pen will imprint scripts
of journey’s tales sucked from my womb
with drawings and poems handwritten,
filling the cavity of time, of rainbow stars.

For private care,...

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Above the waters
Above the sparkling sea
   A golden sunrise 
Reflected in the brine
   The sky is lit up 
with brillant colors
     Small sea creatures 
are tossed by...

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We live by the sea, just we two, you and me
It offers us all that we need
From our heads to our toes, you make all of our clothes
From sea grass and sometimes sea weed

If our...

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Dedicated to Gregory Barden who is likewise
a fan of “The Ghost and Mrs. Muir”

THE CATCH OF THE DAY

Like an Amazon queen with falcon feathers climbing
looking down the steep decline
at the turn of the century.

This modern...

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Walking in curiosity's footprints,
I wander through life like a beachcomber.
But I seek wit above trinkets and chintz,
tracking thinkers and poets like Homer.
Many see me as a shiftless roamer,
but I am anything but commonplace.
Creation showed me...

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The bottle was found upon the shore,
looking forlorn and green with a cork,
it wasn't impressive except that a 
note was folded inside ready to be
read by the beachcomber with delight.

Seagulls encircled the event as if...

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Red buds etched the flames of summer, in between hours
igniting sighs to heat a coastline there, in between hours

and the fragrance of moonlight filled a stir, in between hours 
wind chimes sailing away, light as...

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Behold the shout of “SEA!” where ends the land
  down Manzanilla way on windward shore -
on coconut road, on ribbons of sand
  where soon enough we’d be at Bovell’s door.
Upon wet beachcomber footprint...

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Endless pulse of ocean's dance
carries flotsam to the sand.
Every day another chance,
prodded by an unseen hand.

Such a love I've never known—
waves crest on his brilliant mind—
after many nights alone,
sure there was no love to find.

The...

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BEACHCOMBER

You comb the beaches 
Detailed to the inches
At least you might be fortunate
To get even a wanton mate
Your line you carry
You look like one in hurry
But your eyes are sharp
Ready to the unlucky one map
The...

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Green
Sea Glass
Washed ashore
Smooth perfection
Polished by ocean
A find most intriguing
Nestling among wet seaweed
Treasure trove waiting to be claimed
Before the tide greedily reclaims
Sweeping it back to oceanic depths. 

I used the Haiku beachcomber to craft the above...

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