Long Oyster shell Poems

Listen! Clam up your mouth and be silent like an oyster shell, 
Your tongue is the enemy of your soul 
Death and life are in the control of the tongue
Your tongue can be sharp, ugly...

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A desperate housewife I knew
had such mundane housework to do.
Being so tired of it,
she decided to quit.
Then off to Las Vegas she flew.

Having always been such a lithe girl,
she thought “I’ll give dancing a whirl!”
Her...

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It’s 5pm and sunny in Ohio, 40 degrees
and dropping,
by dusk it will be grey turning to red
then black.

Where is the oyster shell now?
The heavenly picture
of a pale spume-tickled .
An unmarried Tudor lady
applies more cosmetic beeswax
to...

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An old wives tale of modern day

Say's do not eat before you swim

So why are cookies compulsory in order
to surf the web ?

A plethora of unwarranted advertising
from funeral cover to bedroom toys

And what i never...

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Dusk, the gentle side of sunshine,
settled soft upon the folded sails.
The fresh stars were twinkling
on the smooth river surface.

And the gentle sound of herons
passing, stepping silent in the reeds,
looking out across the sparkling
of light on...

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They found it profitable.
the extraction of wastewater foam to be mixed
with Detergent and using air pressure
to create a rich lather.
then mixing it with the
wastewater foam. It is then
redpieced,
meaning red pigment is added 
to create a...

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The oyster shell 

                       grows old
       ...

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The first rays of dawn bring a garnish of warm soft hues
that coat the meadow in a glistening mantle
as we journey on beckoning spiraling slopes of fallen dew
to see the sunrise from the highest hill
...

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My pearl heart rests 
              in the chiffon sands 
of forsaken memories, 
         ...

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La peregrina, why do I pick you from all the jewels of the world ?

Not because you were a fifty -eight and a half carat pear-shaped drop pearl

 hanging gayly on enchantress  Elizabeth...

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EDIBLE    MUSIC

The garlics are on grand piano in the corner,
Playing alone because  of their halitosis.
After  making each other’s mouth water,
Clever   lemons  blowing  their  trumpets ...

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Spellbound 

Fragrance of his love leaves me spellbound 
In that air deep inside me resounds
Softly I drift floating on love clouds
In the gateway of his heart leaving shadowed doubts 
Through the mist of sprayed dreams
I...

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The Starfish

By Elton Camp

Starfish in the ocean dwell
Without a brain they do well

With just a simple nerve net
For their needs are all set

They aren’t some lowly worm
But a symmetrical echinoderm

Equipped with a spiny skin
One taste...

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On the 831

Take time to write your story page
somehow in this great texting age
looking away to check things out
and see what life’s all about.
The winds and rain, mud fire and pain
can take away all that...

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Scurrying across the ocean floor
leaving faint tracks in the sand
moving sideways to go forward
nothing mapped or even planned.

The sand is always shifting
ever changing the terrain
all creatures are in hiding
misdirected or insane.

Go on and on forever
waving...

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(4/11/13)

I am walking in the rain as so many people do
Letting the rain refresh me as I thought of you
The rain erasing all doubts from my mind
Knowing you’re one of a kind.

Your love like a...

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The music got into his soul
As he slid across the dance floor
and the DJ  he did implore
For a chance to do that soulful stroll once more

Then  he drifted on a soulful melody
To a...

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I saw the moon shining blissfully.  
Its shiny luster excited me.
A silvery ball so fine.
I wished it could be mine.
To own the moon how divine.
My yearning could not get higher.
I told my love, of...

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A blind flight
above a brooding sea.

Dawn levers the darkness.
Ireland rising.
Whitecaps, bright tumbled cliffs.
Briny turf, moss-rooted walls,
wind-havens and cottages.
So green!

Tidal meadows run to dewy swards.
Patchwork pastures knitted to bogs.
Then the sodden towns,
oyster shell gables glisten like...

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A blind flight
above a brooding sea.
Dawn levers the darkness.
Ireland rising.
Whitecaps, bright tumbled cliffs.
Briny turf, moss-rooted walls,
wind-havens and cottages.
So green!
Tidal meadows run to dewy swards.
Patchwork pastures knitted to bogs.
Then the sodden towns,
oyster shell gables glisten like...

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