Long Breakwater Poems

Tell her you saw me ...

Tell her I was out on the bluff at the Cape
during a gale, much too close to the rocks.
Tell her the surf was tormenting the ledges,
its roar far too loud...

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tell her you saw me ...

tell her I was out on the bluff at the Cape during a gale, much too close to the rocks … tell her the surf was tormenting the ledges, its...

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My two neighbors' homes view my full yard in the back. 
The younger man has a dog and the elder man has a cat.

They knew all ought to be,  || Dog was first, ok'd...

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On one night, 
is it because of a bewitched full moon?
while driving my rusty shaking junk car
I became Don Quixote de la Mancha 
mounted on Rozinante holding a lance under the arm aslant,
and with a...

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she had put a band on her wrist

          in case she got lost on the journey

          ...

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Morning broke clearly over the earth,
    loving hugs and kisses amid the "Business as Usual" atmosphere.
    The quiet hand of God raising another beautiful day,
    As...

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The harbour rests from the rolling waves			
Of a windswept and tempestuous sea			
Beyond the breakwater lay sailors graves		
Where shipwrecks in eternal sleep rest free		
Once lured upon the rocks they didn’t see		
Now ghosts of sailors take their...

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(Inspired by 'Indigo Night' by Thomas W Case)

A thousand thousand stars pierce the indigo night,
but no moon mars the canvas, or lightens velvet strokes.

Half-hearted waves slap at shoreline rocks, like tepid applause.
If the sky is...

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Shuffling this scope of limited perceptions their visions

Crossing the celestials scintilating skies; deep inside tubular

Chimes lifting in the breeze to these tranquil orisons

Subliminally marked emotions rising in state; bay windows dismissing chains....

Silvertones rustic tides, receding...

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When you are watching the surging water
rushing to a breakwater by Lake Michigan
under the dusk gathering reddened sky,
and the water flies in the air for a moment
to form the spray and hits the lake’s surface,...

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—A certain weather forecast—

for he has no home to return
a pierrot painted with snow-white make-up
walks under the moonlight up and down restlessly

under the sky, the pierrot
sleeps all curled up because of the nightly chilling air,
now...

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Sailing boats, out of the water for the winter, as 
though lined up against an impending storm. All 
their halliards shaking vigorously, sounding 
like birds in flight.

Low tide and the wild geese, further out in...

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Large boulders piled high
stretch out into the bay
and form a breakwater 
that shields the beach 
from high waves 
and heavy swells rolling in
from southerly gales. 

I have stood there
at the end when the sea
was hurling...

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The Linda-Marie

I venture on down to the harbor, smelling the salt of the sea
Where waiting in anticipation is my sloop the Linda-Marie
In silence she sits while I board her, and cast her lines aside
Like a...

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Shuffling this scope of limited perceptions; their visions.. 
Crossing her celestial, scintilating skies; deep inside tubular
Chimes lifting amid the breeze to these, tranquil orisons ? Subliminally 
Marked emotions rising in state; bay windows dismissing chains;...

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B,


As I lay still in the darkness 
before dawn shakes off her sleep, 
my fingers excitingly caress 
the beauty of your cheeks

it's morning that lies and listens
as I kiss you another good day 
each passage...

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The orange sky
In this Atlante-an world
A sight to see
Much better than words

Breakwater so crafted
As it holds back the sea
In this harbour of Atlantis
All sailors should see

Ships so elegant
Never seen before
As they sail the waves
So far...

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At the end of the breakwater
I stand between two extremes.
On one side, the bay's agitations
and hurl of water smashing
against boulders, on the other, 
the calm lick of waves 
barely rising above a ripple. 

Such division...

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The Life of a Breakwater
		
			A walk on the sharp shingle led to where
			The dry, smooth surface felt warm to our feet,
			The pale grey stonework embedded in the beach.
			Those steps so broad and long led down...

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As I watched,
like a lion with its prey
the wave growled and snarled
while crouching, preparing to pounce.
Rushing up the sloping shingle beach,
it reached out and dragged pebbles
down into its lair.

I heard
the rasping raking of the beach...

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Waves leap over his roof again.
Coconut sentinels lose their heads.
His breakwater breaks, but he won’t 	
flee to the monsoon refugee camp.

People and the press stand amid 
the lightning from cameras. Their
rapture is with the waves...

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The trees lining the streets are filled with cherry blossoms
Mother Nature is letting us know that spring arrival is going to be awesome
Enjoying a walk along the breakwater bustling with people enjoying the new day's...

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Mango

It’d a bitter childhood like a girl
in penury.
It could defend itself against the molestation
by pests. 
It didn’t succumb to the 
hot rays. 

Now it’s ripe, and its chubby cheeks
are so charming.
It’s a forbidden fruit, but...

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Technically, not a sea at all,
Lake Superior churns up its share of sea storms.

There is not a lot to do in Marquette, Michigan:
Except for high school drivers to "buzz the gut",
Or cruise past a courthouse...

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Braving the Salt Marsh

Silly young boys
Returning from a day
At the beach,
In the sun.

The tide is coming in,
‘We’ll cross the salt marshes back,’
They said to each other.
And the tide laughed silently.

Burdened with little but towels
The boys...

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