Long Jetties Poems

Odyssey from Africa, Chapter 12 The Fireflower (continued, b)

Finally a tired Ipiki
Flew back to his owner Matto
Hanging from his fern-frond necklace 
Starting late his daytime sleeping 
 
Matto went into the mansion 
Back into their...

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

Near the north-most cape they passed, there
Lay the kingdom’s foremost city
By the name of Cannabarro
Here was found the royal palace

Of Ptolemy the Second.
In our time this city has the...

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Part One

“Apart from its popular conception of transmigration, (which is) sometimes almost humouristic, Manimekhalai offers a documentary contribution of immense value, under an easily accessible form, on the philosophical speculations of Ancient India.
The cosmology of...

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Part 2 - The Great Fire of London, 1666

Just think of a town, put up with no plan, 
where people build houses wherever they can. 
The streets twist and dip, hugging ditches and streams, 
and...

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Once again, I've spent my day
drifting among the drifting dunes
staring at colorful bits of ocean-tumbled glass
that shimmer, sparkle
and refract the still-warm October light
in my shaking uncertain hand
as though I was looking
into my very own past...

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Still waters rage from the depths of hell.
The fiery furnaces’ forces propel.
No longer shall earth see speedwell or bluebell.
The cleansing fire has begun its deadly smell.

God’s created earth now feels its decadence.
Evil “ate” souls because...

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I watched
 As the waves sounded heavily
 Against the old worn jetties
 Hammering at the wall of stone
 That rose up from the beach
 Before fading away
 And once again
 Racing back out to sea
...

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alone now
I roam through memories
recalling treasures of the past
journeying back to seaside treks with my husband
riding to the city to see Broadway shows
reliving nights of romance
even visiting John’s grave
in the best of times
memories carry me...

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The waves on the beach are
Gulping, slurping and chewing 
At the sandy shoreline.
The ocean is voracious.
Inch by inch, foot by foot
It eats away our carefully mapped
Continents and islands,
Devouring great bites of
Seaside dunes and cliffs,
Reshaping the...

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Hidden in  musty dusty folds of ragged thoughts I've sought to hide
Unbidden and driven by emotions chained in dungeons deep and wide
Bursting free from no sensation  breaking into concentration
They fly and burst asunder...

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the swashing

the evening we were declared 
WORLD’S HOTTEST CAPITAL

sarah & i seek relief via a cool walk 
between jetties — where an impromptu  

marine superhighway has formed 
— a never ending  people procession...

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Aye and it’d be “Land Ho”, ya lazy landlubbers!
It’s where ya’d be if ya’d had yer druthers,
Braggin’ the seven seas and swiggin’ pints of ale, 
Chasin’ maidens and wishin’ on a mermaid tail!
Look sharp! Turn...

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Trees laid vertical on their sides uprooted
Jetties once planted in their depths departed                      ...

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Not by her eyes did I stop in my tracks
Though they spoke as Celtic forest rings
And glittered as a wyvern's hold.

Not by her voice soft, 
Sweet as a siren entrapping my soul
Resonate as Christmas bells...

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Ten mile peninsula in Queens, N.Y.,
nighttime jetties of moonlight white caps,
waves rising and ebbing.
My grandfather walking with me on the
daylight shore so many summers ago.

My dreams of Rockaway unfaded.
Watched the WTC twin towers being built
through...

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Tide slurps wet kisses on weed slimed stone jetties
The wind slaps sandy fine grit into salt dried eyelids

And the sun shines on

Gulls scream challenge as clams dig spurtingly deeper
Shells roll and tumble wave dancing on...

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