Long Foreshore Poems

1. Her intonations and vast vocabs are so sharp
on this impossible slope, I’ll reduce the gap
such crush from all gives a sense of stability
she knows and is glad to flaunt her facilities
so attractive, her words...

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not a bone to pick on beach walks
with my lover just pleasure and leisure
strolls in the sand of time and togetherness
joined at the hips of mind body and soul

sizzling fingertips and footsteps near the edge...

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When I think of my father my heart
starts beating in time with his 7 A.M.
footsteps on hardwood floors. 
His image rests in the second chamber

of my heart. If I could shrink you
down and put you...

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Despairing seafaring..can be

Lore of days of yore

Glories or gory

Bold stories told 

Foreshore folklore

Hemingway’s…Old 

Man and the Sea


Smiles..feeling chipper

Like a wee nipper

Reeling in a ripper

Serious delirious skipper

No not a wee kipper

More like stealing Flipper (ah remember...

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Silvers strands line her hair like salt in an aquamarine ocean

Wrinkles shine in ripples on the quiet foreshore of hindsight

	She dyed her hair blue today because she can

The engine still roars when she puts her...

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Setting sun carved a path over the Humber
From Hessle right across the river bend
To join the banks at Ferriby Foreshore
Where that path came to its end.
The great smelter chimney
Rising there darkly up high
Sent its stream...

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The morning waited
for me to take my seat
on the foreshore bench to begin 
its play, perform the piece 
it had scripted just for me. 
Opening
with a prelude of waves lifting
until gravity collapsed 
their curling height...

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From here
I can see the morning ferry
pull out from the wharf
trailing its long tail 
of noisy seagulls, a churning
wake catching the sunlight
before healing to a calm.
I too would like to be healed,
to feel that quietening...

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At this harbor, I'm welcoming you as the moon in the middle of the mist
Even Victoria’s keel [1] takes some tears back home, the southern voices
All I want is thee unbinding hair stack pieces
But you...

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A constant charging and retreating,
leaving behind the soaking sand,
is the ever changing of the tide,
pushing the sea against the land.

And all along the changing shoreline,
Pacific Gulls glide on patrol,
seeking out the ocean bounties,
of washed up...

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I come to this little cove often -
 no work, I have time to burn.
See Asians plunder its foreshore,
 I still fish - show no concern.

Red-bill seagulls fly in circles,
 fight over scraps they have...

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At day's end, I take in the last light
seeping into the dark waters
across the bay and keep it here.
I gather the sound of departing gulls
smudged on the sky, the quietening
settle of birds in the cypress...

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"Into the Ultramarine"


barefoot along the path down to the beach
the memories follow me like seagulls
either side the honour guard of scarlet coastal banksia
and the sharp green scent of Bribie Island pine 

wave over me 

The...

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A butterfly's flight,
Lost in the foreshore of the night;
With tears in her eyes,
She hung from the trees and cried.

Her gaze met mine,
And in that moment, we intertwined;
With the moonlight as our guide,
She sang and spread...

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Leaf

It wasn’t the time to leave,
but stem chewed and gale combined and the leaf fell.
Hairstreak, full green not yet ready,
not curled by summer’s end, crisped by West Coast salt, mottled by frost or holed by...

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Sun strike horizon white triangle 
Erases deep turquoise in thin ice
Steady spiral turn winds triumph
Explores sea bed, drilled precise

Turned ground pleads for mercy
Surrenders dug out cry of agony 
Tumble gems an ancient mason
Sought to swap...

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Chapter

The alcove beside the fire place 
Oft-times spoke about their restive days 
Those from the falls of sobs through the beams of smiles
As we live the de nos jours,
The quarantine debouched into the masses;
Crafts and...

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