Long Shoaling Poems

Two, perhaps three miles out to sea, beyond the reef to Zapatillas,
Bocas’ dual sand-edged footprint jewels with jungle centre trees, 
Francesco’s outboard boat heads out to Caribbean’s deeper blue.

Where sun burns softer gringo skin, but...

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In my eighteen wheeler rolling, I am like a salmon fish in the rapids shoaling! Spawn’s flowing 
next generation’s showing!  Black smoke a rolling from smoke stack.

I am laid back, I don’t snort crack,...

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The power we now witness is only the start
An angry earth she is, her tectonic plates in depart
Seconds later they again meet with abrasive force
The reaction to the action is just a matter of course

Crustal...

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The sounds of the surf
From their fluid dynamics
Wind generated waves
Worldwide panoramic
 
Capillary waves
Chorused and light
Charming all shores
Touching delight
 
Swells of the seas
In cacophony of crash
Waves in watery meet
Like a guitar solo by Slash
 
Every so...

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We are winded and on the ropes. Backwater banjo boys
strum against us. Clouds feed upon a shoaling light.
A bad day for going out or staying in.
A time to be sleepless. We must live timidly,
or push...

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A mottled crab scuppers its sea legs
in fluorescent foam.
Blue pods rattle on green tides.
Bladder wrack, Mermaid’s Hair
washing tangled ankles.
There are voices in my open mouth,
they roll over a briny tongue,
intone words from the breath
of spray...

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Beyond the wave-sacked,
lie the pockmarked dunes, heaps dug
by the claws of scaly thrashers.

Here they huddle, my blood kin
flogging grim pleasures,
wolfing eggy sandwiches,
dipping tea-stained teeth into beakers.

By a shoaling shale and monochrome spray
one brine-splattered small fry.
A...

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Beyond the wave-sacked,
lie the pockmarked dunes, heaps dug
by the claws of scaly thrashers.

Here they huddle, my blood kin
flogging grim pleasures,
wolfing eggy sandwiches,
dipping tea-stained teeth into beakers.

By a shoaling shale and monochrome spray
one brine-splattered small fry.
A...

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Transports of hereafter
pass one leaf to unclasped heaps.

Flirty winds rearrange the hedgerow plumage,
wisp in gentle whispers.
Chipping sparrows play hid and seek 
with a watery sunlight.

Business is flourishing for the snuffling groundhog.
It’s the narrow part of...

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Transports of hereafter
pass one leaf to unclasped heaps.

Flirty winds rearrange the hedgerow plumage,
wisp in gentle whispers.
Chipping sparrows play hid and seek 
with a watery sunlight.

Business is flourishing for the snuffling groundhog.
It’s the narrow part of...

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Looking at the calm sea on a sunny day,
I thought of schooling fishes swims around the bay, 
Maybe they are happily shoaling with their friend,
And joking around while following the trail end,

The tranquil state of...

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A briny wind and a shoaling sea shore,
and I sense a cobwebbed dispersing
the shredded unraveling of care.

Go alone to the seas edge,
take no thought or fret to that
swirling margin.
Let that wild alchemy play
as it dissolves...

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A mottled crab scuppers its sea legs
in fluorescent foam.
Blue pods rattle on green tides.
Bladder wrack, Mermaid’s Hair
washing tangled ankles.
There are voices in my open mouth,
they roll over a briny tongue,
intone words from the breath
of spray...

Read More