Long Flotilla Poems

As aspiration seeks to take its toll,
your mass flotilla salvaged sons of war.
‘Twas but a feat the angels will extol
though Satan’s army rallies at your door.
Your youthful fit have vowed to serve the Crown.
They muster...

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Candy floss, seaside rock, smoothies, and flags sporting
Union Jacks
Replace the old traditions of striped deckchairs 
And Kiss-Me-Quick hats.
Chipwicks for our salt and vinegar fries
And their pole-and-line freshly caught local Cod;
The Vintners Parrot: For thick sizzling...

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Tell me
Have you ever felt you could runway
Far away to a secret place
Where time stands still
The hot sun mostly shows its beaming face.

Well come!
Take my hand
And I'll take you to that place
A world away in...

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Odyssey from Africa, Chapter 11 (d) cont...

Thus the boarding of the parties 
Was a speedy operation 
Very soon the whole flotilla
Sailed toward the open ocean

This wide bay from which the ships set
Sail is called the...

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Chapter 11c (The Island Kingdom, continued...)

Every member of the party
Had their fill of roasted sea-flesh
All the dogs and Rosy also 
Wolfed down all that they could swallow 
 
Then they rose up and departed
Heading north...

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Odyssey from Africa, Chapter 11e, The Island Kingdom (continued)

Matto, Lisa and their parents 
Contemplated now a journey 
On the ocean that was longer 
Far than any in their memory 

One whole week upon the ocean...

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OUR TIN POT NAVY so THEY SAID in 1914 Sydney in the first World War 1

In 1914 German cruisers were cut loose 
and Emden she was one…………….…(fired 38lb shells)
the Indian ocean she did for hunting...

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Scarecrow Addict
           

Gritted and dusty
Powered by flack jacket eyes
Bootsteps through grey puddles
Flotilla of cigarette butts
Trash kicked aside
In a desert of litter
Seeking the soulless of death
Chattering...

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At
Dunkirk,
where thousands
of stranded men
lined a bloody beach,
hope was draining with each
air strike delivered by the
unrelenting Germans’ aircraft.
Cold, starved, and injured men watched from shore -
their few rescue ships being bombed and sunk.

How must they have...

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There’s a burning yen nomadic deep within entrenched,
to absorb fresh environments ambrosial on foot,
where incidental hue or august colour wash abound,
or that March bloom tantalising shady patch,
with its dreamlike mystic wide-flung allure,
some blue pigment dawn...

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The first
close-up of Mars      was 1996  since then-
a flotilla of  fly-bys   orbiters     landers     and rovers

fourth planet from the...

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There is an urge within me to wander randomly,
to explore in vivid detail each kaleidoscope,
incidental hue or pristine colour I encounter,
or just as likely that tantalising shady patch,
with its dreamlike mystical allure so faraway,
this blue...

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furkan’s flotilla 

a year ago this past tuesday,
may 31st,
young furkan dogan,
a native to the united states---
born in troy, new york & living in
turkey after a move at the 
age of 
2,
was shot four times in...

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Mars the fourth planet from the Sun and named after the God of War,
      The first close-up was in 1996 and since then a flotilla of orbiters;
Fly-bys, landers, and rovers...

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Mother Nature has all but consumed 
Their little graveyard by the sea, where
Sands bleached white, slide 
Across the cemetery floor
Drifting like pale capsized hulls
Floating between tablets marking
The long forgotten dead

It was here, fifty two years...

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Nature’s palette of golden paints overturns,
autumn's spectrum spills on color-burst landscape.


As the heat of the summer air dissipates away
The sapphire shine suffuses the crystalline sky
Crisp breeze ripples on the gilded thicket canopy
The rustling leaves perform...

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"recently scenes of early life have stolen into my mind, like breezes blown"...Quote by - Samuel Taylor Coleridge ( from his writings)

From the yonder hazy horizon, the hills blue  
undulated down the emerald landscape...

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The Boys in The Back
By Sy Roth

The right hand turned the waters 360 degrees
Then another willful rotation
Until the bubbling chicken-fatty waters splashed over the sides
While the boys in the back did their algebraic calculations
Considering the...

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The ivory sculpture of the flotilla of clouds high, 
sailing in sensuous spring air in the cerulean sky, 
turns to a menacing fleet bringing sudden scare, 
changes life in the shadow of invisible danger rare.

The...

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On the blessed days, light travels through the senses
A flotilla of flames floats on the river of each vein
Touching the soul with its infinite union
Shining with opulence through generations

Verse by poet 

The heavens surveyed the...

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The blue hills from the yonder hazy horizon 
undulated gently down the emerald gradient 
of the rhythmic waves of the luring landscape, 
that carved the contours of the charming hamlet 
where my endearing home was...

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The difference in saying you,
a great big unseen pointed finger, or we.
I didn’t know. Some figurines
wave while others scrutinize with wizened eyes.
The analytic panics, hairs raised by static.
The simple leans in to catch butterflies. One...

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The flotilla of the climbing clouds slowly floats away, 
embracing the azure of the end-summer’s ashen sky. 
The beguiled birds bathe in the glint of the blue bay, 
in the twilight gleam to their amber...

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My volatile mind wanders in fanciful emptiness, 
floats on the flotilla of sunburst cloud’s recess, 
makes a fascinating painting of formless fantasy 
on the blank canvas in the museum of memory. 

The remains of unerased...

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