Long Puffins Poems

My son came home from school one day, wanting permission to go, to the Zoo.
His field trip sparked a riot. Can you imagine at home, what immediately ensued?
Trolls, Dragon, the weird frogs, plus a sundry...

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My love and I we took a ride
One beautiful Spring morn late May
Through the winding Maine countryside
We headed over Castine way

We came this way times before
To charming Castine town
Now we had come again once more
To...

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Alligators, Aardvarks; Arctic fox and hare. Also Armadillos and Asses will be there!

Bobcats, Beavers, Boars; One Blue whale will do! Bovines and a Booby (maybe 2)!

Caribou & Camels; *Cavies & a *Coot; Cottontails, Chipmunks, Chinchillas...

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blindfolded he came close to the edge of the cliff

	that he was sure of because vertigo taunted him

		decision time sprung open like a grandfather watch


on his knees he felt the spray of a thunderous sea

	swirling...

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SPRING OF SUBSTANCE


Adorable word  drawing a rainbow of substance-- SPRING
Benumb snow-white cloak that drapes the earth,
charmed by strips of  golden spotlight above blue skies
delicate cloak now being peeled to show
emeralds of nature: daring...

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The Beach Hut

In states of all ends of the spectrum
desperation of some time in times of 
glorious exhilaration fire works elation 
in times of simply being a being just 
the same in kitchen bed in...

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There is a harbor, dark and still, 
That formed ten thousand years ago. 
It lies upon the western sill 
Of Grand Manan, in indigo. 

Seagulls soar above the cliffs. 
Puffins nest on jagged rock. 
From...

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Mingling multiplying minnows marvel masterfully and jaded hooded jalapenos race to the scene. For a pretty fortress is unveiled to a mass highway injection. In a timed spring curve heap hats. In a basting tree...

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The other Church

Kai - Pembrokeshire
	
Way back beyond the crested waves that spill the ocean
‘Church Rock’ towers with puffins and seagulls singing
the tune of nature how many times have I prayed to God

Tai - Southbroom

When times...

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The title has been taken by kind permission of Valsa George’s “Sweet Memories” for which I thank and dedicate my poem to Valsa George for her friendship. 

We were lying on the sand,
Listening to the...

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I will wander like a gypsy seeking wisdom,
I will find it in each little knowledge system;
Each hair of beauty I'll split like a small atom,
And find in them the secrets hidden like stratum...

The world has...

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My child has a love of poetry
It is rare, for she is only nine.
In her bare mind, words are potpourri
floating, rhyming by stanza, by line.

Holding a book ever so tightly
(it relieves the raw ache in...

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It was the only fine day during a week
near Ullapool; a chance to launch for a sail.
Out off the Summer Isles a breeze we did seek,
being relieved there was no longer a gale.

Then half a...

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Been cranking out some crazy dreams
of prehistoric birds in flight

Six foot tall with bills like puffins
looking to roost for the night

One flew into a high line wire did a triple
and slammed to the ground

I stared...

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The wind faces us down, a bitter housemaster
seeing our tricks, he raises his willowy cane, 
jealous of our freedom and wings 

Then pitiless comes the mighty blow,rips the 
boys hand from the sea/a thousand lines

I...

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is a mass hysteria
induced by the sound 
of Indies short-tailed crickets mating, 
not, as conspiracy would have it,
the result of a sonic weapon,
a microwave attack,
or malfunctioning eavesdropping equipment.

Likewise, the Sausalito Hum 
was not a snooping...

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The first chirp of the robin near my shut window pleaded
The blackbird, song thrush, chiffchaff, and pheasant pleaded as well.
The sunflowers, cornflowers, and marigolds that needed
Prayed for his help; he was as silent as a...

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Rum bottle nods with sanction
on gentle sway
The old dog spat snuff juice
that took wind
Puffins drift below the haze 
Cape Flattery
is no tale

Chocolate on a white man,
the solitary wile
brackish breeze
wanders along impressions,
dints in a sea chiseled...

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Pinning chests like puffins to project
      fuzzy assertion,
      huddled, brave foragers
chase the crumbs along the
      stained ground,

flapping feathers of civility during
      auspicious climbs and
      daft plummets, swooping in
massive waves of perplexed flesh
      until frenzied,

shifting and undulating in rage like a
      storm of...

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calm days oceans fit
dress coastlines in white lace
treacherous... the storm

on the wind it glides
oceans of the south surveyed
albatrosses feed

penguins flighty birds
cross ice bellies down... feet push
water... flight masters

aquatic parrots
puffins come to land to breed
Icelanders eat...

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A huge manta ray flies up high
Just over the horizon
Sharing the sky with black baby
Puffins, what's beyond?

The sun sitting in the east waiting
To chase away the night
And remove the cool of the morn
Give manta ray...

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Just to the North of yonder star

six rainbows form a bow

tails dipping down to wrap

me up and take me home 

to you,

Flamingos fly beside me

 their bulbous eyes

so brilliant in the dawn.

I smile at wizards...

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The nature whispered to me
With the sweetest charm and 
With a delightful heart
About the charms of the night sky
And the gleaming of the stars
That would cherish her soul to the brightest

The nature whispered to me
Telling...

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There’s a simple explanation,
for the great perpetuation,
of the idea around the nations,
that Santa knows everything kids do.

His snow globe is a crystal,
it’s not artificial,
but it’s beneficial;
through it he can view you.

Even little penguins,
with their lovely...

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