Long Seafront Poems

Suffolk day Wednesday 21st of June 2017
By Stanley Russell Harris
The new mad author
& A Poetry Soup honourably mentioned poet

There is going to be a Suffolk Day, I heard the news I did today!
On BBC radio...

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molten times, volcanising immensity, vast plateau
  belly-belching landform
  oceans, shallow seas and lakes swell up and down
  land-bridging, submerging
  any one place moving astride, stutter-shifting
  continental drifting world
  climate...

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Footprints in the sand.


It’s quiet now; it’s not like it was last night.
All the hangovers are asleep, they have never seen the morning light.
They are dreaming of last night’s fires 
And drinking away the days...

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When primeval men were made,
Someone said they were perfect,
But I ask them how plausibly so
Can perfection beget imperfection?
They laughed and I laughed in return.
Some others said they became selfish
And sought independence from their maker,
And rebelled...

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Our Day Out

Our day out to Wales in the Summer of 1981
In car temperature soars that alike to Lebanon,
Not like the previous year of 1980
When temperatures where more akin to Haiti.
Mark one Cortina of a...

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When a poem speak in confidence

That is how I walked the street of Brooklyn
me, a poem of mystery,  a bite senility
 in my sensate world:
I know that my pride, can over shadow
Never ride ones...

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BEST TRIP. By Peter Toland:- written for my bro, James canning. When we go on a journey, there is lots to see. The best thing about it, it is that we're free. Free to explore...

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Dusk descends here with sudden dark;
Devoid of cheer this lonely park;
Stay away dear from this deep dark.


The wind blows chill by seafront sway;
Blurry mists grow to cloud pathway;
I breeze this show with thoughts that stray.


Stride...

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They bought a property that was located on a seafront.
It was a beautiful creek that needed a long driveway to gain access to the place where they were going to build.Dong Tao Pollo. the guy...

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A not-quite-there longing for somewhere
not quite home. A transient town with a
shifting population: three-year stint students
refreshed each September like a busy webpage,
locals who’ve lived there for years like anywhere,
visitors who come and go and occasionally
never...

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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,...

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It's good to look back at the year's end
to ponder on all that's now gone past
1 year ago you didn't know what's to come
but recognising it's all gone all too fast

Healthy has been so very...

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There I was just me myself
it just seemed I knew no one
my parents had been cut off
there I was me their only son

On the seafront at Largs
away for the day being only nine
in a moment...

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windswept windsurfing wallabies warbling whales wailing................................................................................

A pink fish travelling with a tea towel is neither in a rush or dirty. Gridlocked gorillas getting grapes gracefully glide. Seafront mystery in windswept hair carrying a carrot, a...

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Oh Mr Corbyn please

When I was young, life was fun,
My job was to take a role,
In helping elderly, in various places,
Some posh establishments, airs and graces,
But then there were those council homes,
Cabbage urea nightmares, folk...

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As one walks along the seafront
tune in to the waves breaking forth
especially as the winds are in full force
there's a sound so loud it feels hoarse

Across the world the sounds not the same
so many oceans...

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Upon the silent seafront under the scorching summer sun,
I hear a voice that cries out soft and faint as it sounded,
"O ci którzy mogliby mnie pomagac, daj mi! Daj mi!"
"It's on my head you stood,...

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The world lies silently sleeping
The day of judgement has come
This day is one of awe and wonder
But feared by many and none

I looked out across the seafront
The waters calm and still
Across the meadow was quiet
Nothing...

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Start wondering
Awesome miracles speak;
True hearts know

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Calm morning floats
Temporary silence;
Noise ushers toil

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In-between worlds
Cross over now;
Departure awaits

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Words on paper
Strains meander;
Touching pulse

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Voice beyond voice
Silent rapture thrills;
Word beyond words

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Down the winding road
Heavy footfalls;
Darkness masquerades

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Grand old lady
Hurling haiku moments;
Touch of...

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You walk on the slimy soil of fragile fame,
as slippery as the sliding mud in the rain,
with feet encased in fuzzy socks and crocs,
you trample the uncertain fashioned ground.

You stroll along the seafront of secluded...

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As I took the right turn, lo, the crescent
Like Urdu letters but pink and silken
From two mountains meandering descent
Raw hues of hours dark and blue keep folding


As I kept my raised eyes hooked to rivers
A...

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