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In a world that stands divided
a division that seems to widen every day
I wonder if we should be watching more sunrises
to see how the different clouds and colors were meant to interplay.
We met another couple at our marina with whom we shared a sunrise.
Together we watched the clouds…and the colors changing before our eyes.
We greeted them when we arrived…keeping our voices low
then took our seats upon a bench where we would enjoy the show.
A sunrise is unlike any theater we’ve ever been in…any movie we’ve ever seen…
as we sit in silent wonder…watching nature’s giant 3-D screen.
When the colors finally faded…we took the time to chat…
The young woman smiled at us and said,
“Who knew God could paint like that”.
We agreed saying they should come back tomorrow
for with the next sunrise they see…
although the screen remains the same…God will paint it differently.
We smiled and waved as we said goodbye…
and as we continued on our daily route
I thought to myself I did not ask her what God she was talking about….
I did not care where she came from or where she might have been
I did not care if she was gay or straight or the color of her skin…
Because as we shared a sunrise
as we watched the clouds and colors change then scatter
watching the sunrise together was the only thing that mattered.
And so I wonder in a world divided
where we are anything but birds of a feather…
perhaps it’s not that we need to watch more sunrises…
but we need to watch more sunrises…together.
Poetry is watching the sail boats go drifting by
on Port Gardiner's Bay.
Poetry is the happy laughter of children playing
at Forrest Park
Poetry is free out door music concerts
at the Everett's Marina.
Poetry is watching free outdoor summer's
movies at Box car park
after dark.
Poetry is watching people walking family pets
at the Everett's Marina.
Poetry is watching harbor seals,
and the ducks. Not to mention,
our friendly neighborhood seagulls.
Poetry is the Schack's artistic Colby's Avenue's
walk. Seeing and watching
the local artisans at their trade.
Poetry is downtown Colby Avenue's antique
car show and display. Hearing local
Elvis Presley's imitator dancing
and singing our blues away.
Poetry is the Everett's Farmer's Markets.
Local singers perform, and the food vendors
are there. People are working at and
displaying their wears. On Colby Avenue and
adjacent streets.
Poetry is watching the 4th of July parade,
and fire works display at Legion's Park
after dark.
Poetry is the Forrest's park animal farm,
animals and chickens, pigs and goats
and horses too. Don't forget the
rabbits and other live stock too!
Love as always,
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
January 22, 2020
Taking the bus down the Clyde coast
to the lovely coastal town of Largs
where there is a walk along the seafront
often the winds blowing so many flags
There are nice grassy slopes around
bringing greenery to the fore
also, seats are periodically placed
for the not so fit who can't do more
Let's get walking and enjoy the views
there's so much to see that's all the rave
all along the path, there's sea to see
so glorious a sight of deep blue waves
Now there's the pencil within your view
this large stone shaped like a pencil
it goes right up to twenty-one metres
protected as a listed building not coincidental
Now we've reached our destination
it's turn around to walk the way back
enjoy all the views again will see
a lovely afternoon spent on the track
(Largs' in Scotland most famous monument is The Pencil, situated at the south end of the Prom, near to Largs Marina. The Pencil was built in 1912, to commemorate the Battle of Largs 1263, when the Scots defeated King Haco of Norway's troops on the shore at Largs after the 160 longships got caught in a storm.)
I love a good game of peek-a-boo…it’s quite simple but it’s excitement is immense…all you need are your two hands, your face…and a baby’s innocence.
You hide your face behind your hands…you’re gone…the baby doesn’t know what to do…you remove your hands and the baby laughs as you say peek-a-boo.
It’s the first game you play with your baby…perhaps the first time you realize how your life will never be the same…and you play it over and over and over again…until it gives way to other games.
I remember playing with my children and grandchildren…I remember the time and place…I remember not giving a second thought…that they might be laughing at my face.
But I don’t remember, as a baby, my parents playing peek-a-boo…then again…I was a baby…and how many babies do?
When I take a moment to stop…to pause and think it through…I can’t remember being on the receiving end in a game of peek-a-boo.
Until yesterday on our morning walk…at the marina…by the sea…when a baby manatee decided…he’d play peek-a-boo with me.
Since the circumstances were a little different…after all he was swimming in a pool…we played this game of peek-a-boo by baby manatee's rules.
He’d hide beneath the water…then pop up for a second or two…I imagine if manatees could talk…he’d be saying peek-a-boo.
I was surprised the first time I saw him…and laughed without inhibition or shame…and every time he’d peek-a-boo…my reaction was the same.
I’d search the water wondering…where he went…wondering what to do…then laughter would erupt every time he’d peek-a-boo.
We played our game for a while…and when I finally bade the baby manatee adieu…
I thanked him for letting me be on the receiving end…in his game of peek-a-boo.
The butterfly flutters by—
It’s the symbol of our Company.
That logo’s on my bus so high,
Where clients ride so comfortably.
That noted fluttering butterfly
Is a noble Pacific Monarch;
You can sometimes see it cruising by
The Monterey Peninsula, light or dark.
You’ll see my bus parked by fine hotels,
Classy wineries, the Monterey Aquarium,
Beneath the Carmel Mission bells,
Or in Pebble for the A. T. and T. Pro-Am.
The butterfly flutters by—
And in case you didn’t know it,
The driver that waves as he flies by
Also happens to be this poet.*
*The driver has been working part time since 2007 for
Pacific Monarch Ltd., which is headquartered in Marina,
California. The buses are navy blue with a white butterfly
logo. The author has written many songs and poems
while waiting in his bus between runs.
What the papers didn’t say
We read the octopus is an intelligent animal, I’m not sure if this is true but they can be trained to
play with dipping bottles filled with water. The sinister side is the female octopus, who after sex
takes her partner's fertilizing instrument with her
and soon the male octopus will die. In our world, it is not that bad, a man risks losing the house and
the lawn he had lovingly trimmed, but he had done his duty leaving her two lovely babies
his ending might come on the streets of San Diego Today I will not be cynical but leave this octopus behavior to Marina Hyde
Gerhard Depardieu is in trouble for sexual assault
which denies, ing the maid, in the kitchen is
nothing to bother about and the maid was a willing participant, I think the great actor lives in
Russia, I hate to think why he does
The great IDF has killed 50.000 Palestinians and
those left alive are starving to death, if you are in doubt about not stopping mass murder
We are not able to hear their cries our sight is
on Ukraine to stop that war that the people in Brussels want to last till 2029 and never mind the killed soldiers, it's war baby take it on the chin
Hartlepool , My Hometown
St Hilda's bathed in sunlight Is a sight i love to see
The Marina with it's many boats, that’s the place for me
Back down to the Headland for Verill's fish and chips
Hartlepool it's my hometown
We have the shopping centre, empty units galore
And I think of all the great shops we had in days of yore
Blacketts, Sages, Robinsons, bargain by the score
Hartlepool is my hometown
I grew up on the Central Estate everyone knew everyone
Now everyone keeps to themselves, so sad the Central's gone
The town i knew it is long gone, this is sad but true
Old Hartlepool, I'm missing you
I am a foodie, I must confess, I swim a few laps for exercise
Along come the Mollusk, and to my pleasant surprise
I have no restraint and they look so yummy
I just open my jaws wide, and fill up my tummy
Holy Mackerel, they make quite the feast!
Unlike that deepwater whale; Moby Vic, that lumbering beast
A real blow show, they eat any freak’n thing
Whale diet: Squid, Krill, Larvae, what distaste they bring!
Ah, catching up to the guys, what are they circling ‘round?
Heya Tom, Bill, GW, Anil. Rob, l see you’ve gained a pound
“I’m on a sea-food diet, I see food, I eat it!” Hee hee hee
Yep, you may want to stick to your day job, try a sea-shanty!
Look over there boys, the Seahorses, I hear they work for LYFT
Harry, how’s business, break for some sushi? California Roll, a gift
You may wanna giddy up, plenty of shrimp crawling beneath you
I know how much the Seahorse love to munch crustaceans too
"Shrimp—cockroaches of the sea! Not a kosher food"
Okay GW, what do you eat, my friend, set the mood
Gefilte fish recipe; grind the salmon, red snapper, codfish,
Onions, carrots, add eggs, sugar, salt, white pepper, in a dish
Stir in ice water, add matzo meal and chop, boil, voila, gefilte fish!
To the right of us, why it’s Lady L, my, she is swell
Small crabs on her menu, anything in the sand that dwell
Blowfish is a species that feeds on poison, dangerous to eat
They can’t hunt, they call ‘em puffers, just one puff’s a real treat
Anil, do you believe in sea nymphs on a blue oceanic parade?
Yes, I vision the lovely face of Wendy on the frame of a mermaid
Nil, come on now, aren’t you married, mate
OK, Tom, I’m going home, I won’t be late, I won’t be late
To the right of us the Starfish, greet the ladies of the sea
How they brighten the day, on display, as charming as can be
Pangie, Valsa, Andrea, Paula, Len, Kim, Eve and Gina
I know how you love snails, I bring escargot straight from the Marina
And so, my friends, another lovely day. Join us for our usual Activities and Brunch
6/11/22
Third Place
A Merger With Food Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Natasha L Scragg
The occupiers
Faro is a beautiful coastal town with a marina
and wonderful blue waters, it is an old city with
historic buildings and an inner wall where
the army and rich merchants lived, but there is a problem
you can hear it like swarm bees long before you
see them; rats are building a city in the ancient
the sewer system and get sunlight through
the storm drains, not to forget they a have an army to,
vermin come ashore from long boats, established
a colony thrived and married into the local rats.
At night thousands of them come over ground
and clean the city of waste, the sanitation dep,
has little to do in a town with no litter, but how
long will it takes before the vermin are strong
and ready to expel the humans?
PS. This scribbling was never meant to have political
Connotation.
My parents have been married for thirty years at least. Probably more than that but I don’t want you to think I’m being hyperbolic. There’s a lot you can learn in that amount of time.
My father has learned how to shut bedroom and bathroom doors without a sound when my mother is sleeping. If you’re up early enough you can see him slowly turning handles, pushing gently on wooden frames, and releasing the latch into place like releasing a bird nursed back to flying condition.
My mother has learned to put his outside shoes right by the red front door so when my father leaves on his trips to the mailbox and marina, he won’t track pollen back into the house. She hates the pollen squatting on their hardwood floors, so he slips them on every time.
My father has learned not to whistle in the house anymore.
My mother has learned to tuck bar-stool chairs back in with careful symmetry.
My father has learned to put the classifieds on my mother’s chair in the morning.
My mother has learned to save crossword and sudoku for him.
I think most critically they’ve learned to communicate in anecdotes and small talk. Every “it’s a cold one out today” is laced with “take a jacket, stay warm–because I can’t stand the thought of shivers in your spine.” Every “Well, honey, the stock market is down again” is laden with “Our financial future is never sure, but at least we’ll be in it together.” Every “I love you” has the weight of thirty plus years behind it and
I have learned that when I’m with them I should be taking notes.