Long Limpet Poems

A is for algae, red, green, blue cells, soaking up sun, sliming teeth 
B is for bacterial mat, clumping underneath, earliest born, never asleep

C is for coral reef, the place we all find cover or...

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Not so long ago your heart was irreparably broken
You didn’t want to hear his name spoken
Your misery was so all-consuming -
And you were full of dooming and glooming -
That the threat of self-harm was bandied...

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Grace Harbour
First into Grace Harbour
Me in classic sailboat
At anchor alone
In Desolation Sound
Where silence reveals the place
And the world is bigger
Because I can hear its’ vastness
It’s Bioacoustic diversity
Seals surface, gulls dive, water ripples.
A breeze in a...

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Running her hand over her smooth, long leg
She sips red wine and tosses back her hair
The smokey air in the Main Street bar
Seems to lift when she sees him there
 
Across the room, a lady...

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Mitigating migrating mermaids mingle marvellously. But only after consuming an oyster. Oysters can be quite operatic and operas are neither optical illusions nor organised instruments either. It is within the waves that patterns form. Darting...

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The milquetoast Henry Limpet looks
		through horn-rimmed glasses at the books 
		and four dull office walls each day.
		He dreams someday he'll get away.

		The sailor's life to Henry seems
		the stuff of grand and noble dreams.
		Attempts to join...

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Fly on hand
born of comrade’s corpse,
the only memory of what has gone before.

The fleas that hide,
slowly drinking my soul,
a world where freedom lies
snug in the recess of my body,
a giving god to them.

And as I...

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

Other media meanwhile busy with who’s sleeping with whom
Relying on New-Sweep and Thyme to make loud front-page zoom
Mainly of those who leapfrog into top power palaces
On whether de...

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I want to relinquish this stagnant pain. 
It has been lurking in my subconsciousness 
and perforating my reality for too long. 

I try to extricate myself from this servitude 
but it sticks to my fingers...

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Adel Limpet has plans.  Not just cod liver oil, make things run smoothly, wilted kale plans, but big.  

In her mouth, ideas are crunched up florescent bulbs;
white glass chicklets to be spat out...

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Blue diaphane, tobacco smoke
 Serpentine on wet film and wood glaze,
 Mutes chrome, wreathes velvet drapes, 
Dims the cave of mirrors. 
Ghost fingers
 Comb seaweed hair, stroke acquamarine veins
 Of marooned mariners, captives 
Of Circe's...

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The barnacle is not what you may think 
No mollusc this, no limpet dull and drab 
It's lack of adult movement hides the link 
To cousins like the lobster and the crab.

Hermaphrodite, a male and...

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Broken over the shallows
turned into sulfur
This tide-less abandon
to bright limpet snails-

That's where you'll find me
in particle madness
in crystalline pools
uncontrollably pale

Flooding the pockets
in rocks of the ancients
Silting the salt
and amassing the waves

Somewhere there broken
out over the...

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Seventy two millimetres of giant oink isn't a mild fashion statement. It is a hook and curve with two crevasses. A creche in a canyon jump is a dramatic effort of tree construction. A limpet...

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Naked dunes recline and off the headland 
Spume and dolphin fins hammer rocks, 
Smithereens spraying skywards, 
A roar of thunderous aftershocks. 
Creeps in the tide and out again, 
Leaving vortex swirls upon the sand, 
Patterns...

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Earth

Mono syllables are potent
But are best left  untouched
They call for a gargantuan grasp.

For this monumental  mono
Commonplace,though
With a contemporary spin, 
A monologue just wont do.

And without a twin,
Its original  ware ,hard and soft...

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The Cornish shore …
Where golden sand lies next 
To dappled grey granite rock,
Where the sea breeze sweeps
And the mussels flock,
Where the rock pools gather
And the small crabs patrol,
Where the white foam curls
And the breakers roll,
Where...

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The Cornish shore …
Where golden sand lies next 
To dappled grey granite rock,
Where the sea breeze sweeps
And the mussels flock,
Where the rock pools gather
And the small crabs patrol,
Where the white foam curls
And the breakers roll,
Where...

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Like the limpet clings
to the survival thing
then hear as the warbled Thrush sings
the new dawning's to bring

On fig appears
fruiting buds to bear
before the leaf's itself rears,
proves the fruit is the flower rare

Close to the ground
are...

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In sultry sit
Her face veiled
Positional pout
My mind scaled
 
Through the veil
Her eyes i sense
Luring me
To loves essence
 
She draws me in
Like a black widow lures
Embraced in her arms
Matured now lured
 
Her limpet grip
Around my waist
Her...

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