Long Gannets Poems

PART 1:          THE MEETING

Alone one night neath lantern light, I trudged a weary mile.
Forlorn, I went with shoulders bent (the storms around me howled)
until I met...

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margins stimulate and juxtapose
  edges greet with troubled, disturbing friction
  faraway forces exert influence and combine relentlessly
  how the Sun and Moon dance together about the planet Earth
  their grasping hands...

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Far out to sea in the great expanse of water an island lies
Shaped like a crescent or bulls horns called the islands of the moon.

White sands blown by gentle winds and washed by azure sea
Lush...

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Our God who lives, flows in the waters,
tumbles in rivers, and drifts in snows,
flashes as silver from shoals of fish,
darts in darkness round rugged rocks,
blooms afresh as showers bring flowers 
with fresh aromas for bugs...

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Our God who lives, flows in waters,
drifts in clouds and glows in snow,
flashes silver fish in shallows,
darts in darkness round the rocks,
blooms afresh as showers bring flowers,	
freshens scent for bugs and bees.	
Here we live together...

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seagulls surf the wind
my escorts home
across the waves

                  streamlined gannets
        ...

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MY HOME

Theres many places in this world 
But none are like my own,
between Perce hills and Gaspe town
This place is called my home

The beautiful Belle-Anse
Where my home still sits,
across the ocean is Perce Rock
A magnificent...

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You might say, “I long to chase this path, 
As far as it can go, to witness, feel and join,
The adventures of the wanderers. 
I want to mimic them, and do as they do. 
To...

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The North Sea, brown, and flecked with white
That threw itself in angry spite
Against those solid stony walls
That kept the harbour safe from squalls....
Those gentle waves of blue and green
That rippled by me, so serene....
The memories...

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when listening to music I hear it played in colour

two arythmic arcing shapes
sway to moaning baby blues - then
burst from syncopated sleek-hipped dreams,
veiled they in smoke grey gaze
where figures drift an' dive,
mischief minds bedecked by
clock...

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Gannets

I stood on the crag on a clear summer’s day,
And looked down to watch the surf breaking the scree,
When I heard the clamour of birds out in the bay,
And looked up to see a company...

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All words and wonder, wobbling copper green
Foam and guano floating 
In the sea cave’s lee
A flock of gannets raucous on a rocky pile
And the ever-growing echo as the men came by
Climbed from the boat 
And...

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Raindrops descend, puddles form,
A stream engulfed, a river is born,
A course is set, the sea to reach,
Meandering ponderously to a far off beach.

The sea reclaims its myriad young,
Kidnapped by clouds, thunder-slung;
The storm is long past...

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Some way from the Firth of Forth
A shoal of glittering mackerel
Swirls and sways 
Swells with the sea from silver to black 
Flashes white and back to silver and grey

A humpback whale
Juddering its leathery jaws together
With...

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The air was pure and bright. A sea-salt tingle
hovered in an easygoing offshore breeze.
In mesmerising rhythm, wavelets sloshed 
and swished along the timeworn jetty wall.
The bay was sparkling in the morning light 
as early gannets...

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I never thought that one day I might be
so separate and distanced from the sea,
and grey-blue mornings offering a cloak
of cushioning velvet, where once I woke
so long ago, to watch the gannets dive
as silvered arrows...

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This boat is full
a vessel overflowing
     a shoal 
     afloat
in bitter mist 

Dream boy, dream—
     drab gloom
      ...

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Basic black, they chatter like 
fiancees choosing flatware, 
obits their compulsion, 
scanning through the 
fine print for fatalities today. 
"Albert Johnson, such 
a young one, taken by his 

Maker, leaving children, 
such a shame!" A...

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Basic Black

 

 

Basic black, they chatter like

two lovers choosing flatware,

obituaries their compulsion, 

scanning through the

fineprint for the tragedies

today. "Albert Johnson, he's

a young one, taken by his

 

Maker, leaving children,

such a shame." A hunger for

the...

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Cream puffs, pies, and chocolate brownies
Should surely be banned from the planet
They have no real value, no redeeming factor
We stuff our faces like gannets

Moms always says, “Johnie's got a sweet tooth”
So when he chows down...

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The palm lined beach of greens and browns
Foliage so lush in carpeted gown
Golden sands gently brush with the tides
Elements of two in caressing collide

Virgin white breakers hush their way in
Over aqua's and jade's, translucent ocean...

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Basic black, they chatter like 
fiancees choosing flatware, 
obits their compulsion, 
scanning through the 
fine print for fatalities today. 
"Albert Johnson, such 
a young one, taken by his 

Maker, leaving children, 
such a shame!" A...

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Tropical  Island   

Flamingos  in flight  pencil  the  sky,
amidst  horizon drifts pink  clouds on  high.
Lies yonder  an  island of  tropical  cliff,
with ...

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Basic black, they chatter like 
fiancees choosing flatware, 
obits their compulsion, 
scanning through the 
fine print for fatalities today. 
"Albert Johnson, such 
a young one, taken by his 

Maker, leaving children, 
such a shame!" A...

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I stand upon St David's Head, alone,
Invigorated by the salt sea spray.
I watch the setting sun sink into the sea,
Gilding the waves as they die on the shore.

The tide advances in the little bay
And eddies...

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