Long Sting ray Poems

hanging in the air
humidity’s heaviness . . .
the river’s slow crawl


On the Mississippi lies the beautiful little city where I once lived. How many times I trudged up inclined streets; or leaning forward, red-faced and...

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When I was really small, I loved my trike,
and then I graduated to a bike.
I also liked to skip, so mother bought
A jump rope that I used an awful lot.

It seems I really loved to...

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It seems I really loved to hop around,
 to have my feet come off, then back on ground. 
I got a pogo stick I used all year
 and wore out quickly once I learned to...

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.       F.T.W.
F.ree  T.he  W.aves
f.REE  t.HE  w.AVES

F.ree T.he W.aves!!!
Is what they say,,
Got my self some true tales
About the world today.
Oil job site fails.
Poor Sea World has...

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A flounder is a flat fish, found in tidal waters
Laying on the bottom, partially covered with sand
“Floundering”, is a nighttime sport on the Texas coast 
You slowly wade through tidal flats, with a gig in...

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Scientists describe it as an event
In the hot paradise of Key West

Condos festivals hotels
Dancing feet under bells of lights
I’ve sung Margaritaville there
Myself

Beneath the docks

Pan fish spin in the new green pea sea
Mad somersaults
Alone
To their own...

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Together we entered your world...

majectic in your approach...

as we summonds our courage...
not a word we spoke...

you tapped me by honing my
unique heart beat...

I felt your power...you brang all
oceans before me...

...silent messenger of all depths...
you disappeard...

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i gather my sticks and stones
beat around the bush
facing East, then West
bow three times

scrape my knees on the doorstep of persuasion
the attic is filled with cobwebbed intrusions of domesticity
but nothing seems out of place,
the basement...

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They call me Corvette Granny,
as I cruise around in my red Sting Ray,
vintage 1965 convertible and what a looker,
the rag top down with my hair flying in the wind,
totally not looking my age and undisciplined.

They...

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I used to dream of marrying one day
a princely man! My soul mate he would be.
I dreamed of visiting lands far away.
That dream I lived! It’s now a memory!

I used to like to kick a...

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They call me Corvette Granny
as I cruise around in my red Sting Ray,
vintage 1965 convertible and what a looker,
the top down with my hair flying in the wind,
totally not looking my age and undisciplined.

The call...

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Our love had no syllables
It had no meaning nor symbols
It was a pure air bubble
Clear as a crystal ball

It diluted the oceans’ blue
It had no definition for it was true
It dissolved tears into a love...

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