Long Islet Poems

Land Is A Loom
I sailed the fiord like inlets between Powell River and Drury Inlet.
The land itself  spoke from mountains, torents, islet
From bird song and bear splashing fishers
From rutting moose and cougars sharp incisors.
The...

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The azure ocean, home to the embedded enormous incomprehensible riches of mysteries and riddles,
More than the Mars, lies unfathomed, underneath the conundrum of oceanic colossal rhythms. 

From the The Milky Sea Phenomenon, a sight captured...

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The chick grows to puberty hearing the sound of surfs as a lullaby,
returning waves as rocking cradle, fed by passing clouds and drank 
of fogs. He learned: how to fly friend with wind, flow of...

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An orphaned paradise where wounded feet
Must hymn the breath which gave it life and light
Despairs for harmonies which subtly meet
In whirlpools where bright genii wake to fight. 

Asleep along the foaming shore there lie
Two citadels...

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Into the sea spring tides of the river flow,
Out of sea tides does the rising moon glow. 
Glittering waves roll on thousands of miles, 
All rivers are robed by lunar beams in piles.
The river twists...

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This scribble has nothing to do with the famous song of Simon and Garfunkel.  It's just a story I invented. 

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I bought a cottage in the middle of nowhere,
Right at the edge of the...

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On a lonely islet, on top of a precipitous cliff, in the farthest sea,
a bird built a nest and kept clinging onto her empty nest though 
all birds were, feeding their chicks with abundant food...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Thirty-Two

Late afternoon. Doldrums. The waters stood still. Was She asleep?
Lady Lake then drew her petticoat up to scratch Her shins deep.
At Embryo Islet the siesta-bound birds stirred and...

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Automobile industry

At the seaside, the water signaled many colors
pale sober gin, dark hue, then bottle green and pink like a nursery rhyme
no one took notice the sea was warning of a disaster.
It began in the...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Twenty-Four

A chill-marrow scowling wind rushed up abysms of the South
Rumpled Lady Lake’s sparse dripping tresses splashing up Her mouth
Gushing fountain raced down the waterfall crumpling eye-lashes
And slurped the...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Thirteen

Oh! Woe! Woe! On pubic islet the dirty deed’s done
Bloodied needle leaves stain the Zen-rock cobbled garden
The derelict torn womb spills seminal fluids on the ground
Fallopian tubes shredded...

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Sail most by north, by west the least, 
until the moon sets in the east.
There, in a sea the colour of custard, 
ye'll see the Ile de Deux Sans Mustard
where locals speak like buccaneers, 
calling...

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Island Of Fantasy


                                They...

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To ride the sea is a pleasure and a curse
as huddle of gulls, starfish dart from nowhere
enchanting frolic on breakers, they traverse
into buoyant laps with crystal tides so rare.
My arms swivel a distance while I...

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lush slopes mirrored
round an islet of pines. . . 
verdant bounty

where clear water
reflects the mountains’ splendor. . . 
a lovers’ château 

at the ridge's feet. . . 
sunshine in guise
of daffodils

pure water’s pool
where valleys converge...

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It's full moon, 
but the ebbing tide never comes, 
the sea is fast rising, 
it's getting hotter, 
and becoming a monster.

The islet over the horizon, 
its shore whiter than clouds, 
where kingfishers and sea urchins...

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~Fragrance of clear mist swathes the bouncing air,
Dizzy where jasmines and blossoms unfurl
That serenity ripples everywhere,
And gulls hover above a wavelet's curl:

Through morning sail into pastoral bliss
Orchards flaunt their Riviera  attire, 
While an islet...

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Our digestive system is starting to hurt
We thoroughly deemed this void
As if we're crashing from a Pyramid in, revert
An urgent necessity that must be spoiled
The earth is shifting to sand in an islet desert
Land beheld...

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The vale of the rich

A strange place houses as big as castles tall forbidding walls
 on top of broken glass in cement: gates that can withstand
armoured tanks.
Lush dale but no humming bees or bird song...

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fresh from a heart bypass operation,
to his islet resort he's choppered down,
      a tired, ailing middle-aged billionaire,
      to rest, to be healed by the balmy...

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Fifteen years old…I trekked  the river-bend, dived
Around balmy ledges,   held by a curiosity
Nourished in toddler years,
When  Father would tenderly utter of lighting 
My  adolescence anchored on the salty
Yet fragrant curls...

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What is love?

It is the feeling, as light as a mountain. 
It is as bright as a shadow. 
It is the little thread that holds the world in position. 
It is a feeling with joy...

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Rose fingered dawn appeared early today
at the island, East Brothers Light station.
From Benicia hills I caught the first ray.
Now, absorbing my share of sun's ration
on this islet in San Francisco bay.
I early watched the night,...

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I have stood atop of great mountains high
where I felt to close to heaven and cloud
and measured His stars while wondering why
no earth bound splendor was burnished as proud.

I've witnessed in time sunbeams dance, and...

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Jim, now rich, bought a wee li’l islet;
there he lived, with ten men and a starlet.
Changed his partner each day,
heaved and huffed till they say,
the islet is now, the town named Scarlet.





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The story's not over,...

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