Long Mollusks Poems

Under the depths below the deep 
     of this Atlantic Ocean,
live the lobsters that crawl and creep
     with an articulated motion.

They thrive on the ocean’s sea floor,
...

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Let us rest our heads upon the pillow of denial, turn twilight in the last clear reflection of the silent moon. Where vile droppings fell the freshness of the morning sea, turn to graveyards, lest...

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Clams on parade go salty down
Slip into comas in throats of oceans              
Land on floor beds blanketed in mud
In love with the...

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Walking along the ocean shore
Kicking up the golden sand
I feel the warmth of the rising sun
On the back of my freckled hand  
 
The willet and the sandpiper
Dash into the approaching waves
As the sand...

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In the universe of the two rooms, she gathers her dreams between her palms,
She lets her fired hair descend upon the folds of our fleeting time.
"It's the end," she articulates with a voice sipping from...

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we did not Dye in vain!
 
from “songs of the sea snails”
 
though i’m just a slimy crawler,
my lineage is proud:
my forebears gave their lives
(oh, let the trumps blare loud!)
so purple-mantled Royals
might stand out in...

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Discovered Seashells
(More or Less Intact)

More like seashells on beaches, encounters with love
may enchant, disappoint us, but offer assurance.
Love blossoms through chemistry though the first art
(not the artist) is sand now and work of new life...

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I’m the one in which,
The most colourful life stays,
I’m a precious gift of god,
An’ I do my work in my own ways.

I’m the one, who’s,
Present in the whole Earth,
An’ in me the first little child,
Has...

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The night descends quickly.
The bloody Evon’s moon rise
to its zenith leaving a red uneven path
on the choppy ocean surface.
Quickly I take my special pill
that will transform my legs into a tail.

Patiently I wait for her,...

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My name is Ocean.
If you listen, you will hear me speak.
but you must listen carefully,
or you will hear nothing 
but the cacaphony of my waves
and tumbling pebbles at the shore. 

Open your mind, and hear...

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My name is Ocean, and,
If you listen, you will hear me speak.
But you must listen carefully,
Or you will hear nothing 
But the cacaphony of my waves
And tumbling pebbles at the shore. 
Open your mind, and...

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There lives a mermaid with a lighted tail
In a cave deep, deep under the dark blue sea
Moonlight does not reach her
But some of the sun rays do___
And when the rays strike her body
She shines like...

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For people enduring inescapable pain, especially for my husband

 

"Pearls are formed inside the shell of certain mollusks as a defense mechanism against a potentially threatening irritant such as a parasite inside the shell, or...

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her ethereal gaze tucked    me into nirvanic waves
tore me asunder amid    quixotic abyss and seraphic throe 
I harvest pearls    from mollusks in swimming oysters 
strip it in kaleidoscopic...

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God over us 
like hard rock covering land mollusks,
shielding them 
from tropic sun
 (like hell raging on Gomorrah)
and velvety ocean breeze 
carrying salt to season coconut water.
Zebra type, like a leopard’s stubborn spots,
Shun the selfless...

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Magnificent marauders masquerading magically might mean 
Messy mollusks masticate marbled marigolds momentarily. 
Maybe. 
Moreover, momentous mosquitoes might make marvelous mini-muffins mixing marmalade momentarily. 
Meanwhile 
Minnie made monthly memories merely medicating masses 
Mediocre men mysteriously manufactured...

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Deep down his lungs, a full baritone trills
Coughing out  for all to hear,  "Be safe, 
Wayfarers  until the sea is clear; " 
As transient  gulls flit  below sail boats
Navigating the...

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Tails and claws in reefs with opiates for pain,
Bad sight, ten legs and dollar profits to be made.

Prior to their own demise, they dined on fish and mollusks,
To savor and munch away with epicurean palettes.

Galleys...

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Tails and claws in reefs, with opiates for pain,
Bad sight, ten legs and dollar profits to be made.

Prior to their own demise, they dined on fish and mollusks,
To savor and munch away with epicurean palettes.

Galleys...

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like  Moses, the king of rods and...

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Each midnight glow is like this fleeting stone
And I, although I cherish, cannot steal
Or thrust on shore to hold until it’s grown
Below the tides  of eve that plunge shall reel.
I stand as each crest...

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Clouds hang between verdant mountains
Mystery and illusion reconcile as the painter puts her tools away
This day is shrouded in distinct memories that
 Never ever fade away-

She had painted boats that hugged the shoreline
Dripping with mollusks...

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Clouds hang between verdant mountains
Mystery and illusion reconcile as the painter puts her tools away
This day is shrouded in distinct memories that
 Never ever fade away-

She had painted boats that hugged the shoreline
Dripping with mollusks...

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I'm one of many people with shovels in the sand.
Some even go digging the crude way by hand.
In the estuaries, it is now low tide.
There are sandbars that the waters hide.
Buried in the sand are...

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In waters’ calm leisure, mellow tides drift
Along back strides that always find their sway,
The lighter blues, the deeper jades, that sift
Glimmers of mollusks that twinkle and play.

From the swoon of bay when dusk slowly cranes
Pewter...

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