Long Hermit crab Poems

(A hermit crab has just realized that he can barely fit into his shell and the only other 
creature in earshot to hear his cries is a sea anemone who lives on the hermit crab's...

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Singe out the shame...the shame...
Stop blaming me for your mind game
Tame these flames...right now...
Somehow, I will be taking a bow

He, the Lord, is a mountain above
His spirit shimmers and soars like a dove
Merciful and mindful...

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It's quiet here - quiet in a way that catches me off guard. The tranquility is almost tangible, something I can touch and hold and wrap around myself. I can hear the pulse of faraway...

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Endless curse, my love for you
A dirty life, my ritual of solitude
Quiet days and empty nights
Foggy mornings and everything that comes with lack of sleep

And silence abound
My lover, the ground

Shaking off the morning shakes
Pop a...

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Ship-wretched

Golden sand as far as can be seen
Lapped by an ocean, aquamarine
Sun blazing, high, in an azure sky
Another land hermit crab scampers on by
Palms edge the beach gifting welcome respite
from the heat of the day...

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The surf, ferocious in the distance
white caps and roller coaster waves
nose-dives into the shore
sand rearranged; sea life takes cover-
the hermit crab –boroughs;
the gulls greedy, hungry - grab
remnants of human litter- their meal for the day-
and...

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Best case scenario -
my fame walking on two legs
wearing a golden helmet
(I made a bowl which I hammered
out of a lump of copper in workshop-class
aged 14, not good,
but all is golden now, for he who...

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I am the mother of chaos and beauty,
       You can either love or hate me.
       I behold the mythology of the Greek gods,
...

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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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A few years ago I was installing carpet in someone's house and a little girl approached me and started asking me questions. A few minutes went by and she had told me that she had...

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A few years ago I was installing carpet in someone's house and a little girl approached me and started asking me questions. A few minutes went by and she had told me that she had...

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Who Buys,Who Sells

Heck they move,the busy market murmured
Down they went to the Pub sell,
In with spontaneous drive look they;
Who buy,who sell the the market Cries,
For with no hook it quit like of hermit-crab,
At noon it...

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he left behind his home of coral
in search of better things,
breaking vows and flaunting morals,
cutting loose from tightening strings 

trapped between the sea and land,
he scuttles 'cross an endless beach,
stranded on the burning sand,
he seeks...

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The child loves to go to the park 
and pick up sticks.

Like a dog, 
he will try to bring an impossibly long stick home,
but he is 4 and by 4 o’clock he is getting tired.

He...

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Even the ground looks cold.
Your left hand wanders like a rabbit 
nipping for green things in a dreamscape.
It looks like a hermit crab
on an ice floe in a conch shell.

I will just lay here anesthetized.
My...

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Scurrying across the ocean floor
leaving faint tracks in the sand
moving sideways to go forward
nothing mapped or even planned.

The sand is always shifting
ever changing the terrain
all creatures are in hiding
misdirected or insane.

Go on and on forever
waving...

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You begin to see yourself
as being shaped by oceanic-waves.
Dressed in the muscle and fiber of restless storms.

A swish of a garment,
the high hem of a skirt pulls you into her flesh.
Sex remakes you into something...

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A vixen lies down to pant at midday,
the grass takes her shape,
bends for hours to the heat of her body.
Water, trees, forestations of fungi
amid a deeply impression’d earth ---- Frogs
glimmer on clammy pads,
as a loose...

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Drama is a revolution which is called as “ RECORD” ,In the bunker, Hermit crabs have each gun, Moss picture at their diary, AS soon as Hermit crab General orders to “ Fire”, they put...

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While strolling on the beach
I can feel the sand crunch underneath my toes.
As I walk along the shore
The waves splash my feet.
I can hear the seagulls squawk above.
I feel the sea breeze whoosh on my...

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For a moment I disguised myself.
A chameleon blinked.

"You don't have to do that" she said.

I had already hid my reply,
under a galactic rock.

Her focused sunlight licked my eyesight
like a lizard's tongue.

I had to lie,
for the...

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Where once I saw the sun
flare like a peacock,
fish bones now hiss
on a shale whipped beach,
banshee’s are dredged up from sandy graves,
spume slaps nests of air.
Salty waves boom inside beached ribs.

I am so full of...

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Hermit crab human scuttling about
In my new life. Ill fitting suit.
Like wearing your mother's clothes -
Clip clopping around the kitchen...
High heals filled with little feet...
And dreams of an old lady and her children.
Have I wandered...

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The child loves to go to the park and pick up sticks.
Like a dog, he will try to bring 
one impossibly long stick home,
but he is 4 and by 4 o’clock
he is getting tired.

He still...

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The unbegun poem
is a tree root,
clinging to a whirlwind.

A stag hides,
in a thicket of hunters.

Nothing speaks,
where memory leaves no footprint.

The buried must uncover
a spade.

Grubs must sing with angels,
both are needed,
to denude the already naked.

In time,
if...

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