Long Waterline Poems

A Place Not Meant To Be
           
PART: I            (810 of 1487 words)

#1: A Day...

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"Breath, in Blue"



Bluebottles broken scattered
shattered legions on the beach of my heart
my blue planet lungs rattle
my breath battered in the honeycomb maze
vanished all my bees belittled forgotten...

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But we of the Three Tribes live undiscovered 
   In the reverberating stillness of the 
 Three Gorges...
And are therefore unknown to the warring mongol;
    His impassioned lusts -- his...

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AKULA

Mark and I caught the last plane from Ft. Lauderdale to New Orleans to escape Hurricane Andrew, leaving Akula ,our boat, tied up at Rolly Shipyard to face the wrath alone. The next few hell...

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The humble cockroach -

Survival of one wreath speck table insect,
(poll ease pod din me Elmer Fudd speak)
thus earning hardy laurels
nsync with inxs of standing kudos
ranking as bajillion year old species
scientific name: Periplaneta americana
(Linnaeus)  Insecta:...

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"Courting the Sublime Significance of Nothingness"



The blue lines ripple like waves
to the right side of the page
vacantly calm 

from the shallow depths 
of the ponderous pond
the words, fast black fins, break the wake surfacing

mute reviews...

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oh precious, dulcet diva, ocean-tide
you, of sand and foam and spindrift -
all your moods and meanderings
speak deep my spirit, wistful and wan
musings captured, gist enraptured …

       I listen, close...

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Left.

Plans left unfinished 
Give too much say too much
Words filled with meaning
Maybe too much
Maybe too heavy
Maybe too repetitive 

Spilled 
Scattered
And washed like rainwater down dirty streets
Good intentions mixing with dirt and trash
Stepped over, walked through
Acknowledged...

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On August 29, 2005, the "Rain and Rain and more Rains came", destroying everything we had worked a lifetime for.  My home that we had just finished building, one year ago, all our furniture,...

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Where doth it begin, this wave that cometh over me
that leaves me at times in great overwhelm
unable to respond
frozen in time and space

It seems as though one day the seas of my mind are calm
all...

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Hate is a geography 
A floating continent really.
It spends most of its time
In the Far East (the Orient)
And moves west with the sun
To nourish its flowers and vines.
Its beasts will forever feed on your indignities
Catholic...

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Im talking with nobody listening, see,
front line walking just like a refugee
sentimental, old friend says I'm out of touch
so hard to be gentle when handling the softer stuff
       ...

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"A Perfect Murder Scene"

underneath the gun metal clouds 
two bodies imprinted 
splayed bookmarked at the waterline

uncannily close
distance would never separate that twin set
the ocean of tears washing over them lachrymose

the day was extraordinarily ordinary
yet the...

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So sad are days in this bitterness
and bitterest cold outside
Gone are friends and leaves 
and grass.
The walls are mocking me, laughing
I can feel me hating me with a passion
This is one of those dark days
I...

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So sad are days in this bitterness
and bitterest cold outside
Gone are friends and leaves 
and grass.
The walls are mocking me, laughing
I can feel me hating me with a passion
This is one of those dark days
I...

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I long to lie like a sunrise sky upon the sea

my flame a tender torch for your gasoline tide
freedom fire to burn the brine from my eyes
fluid movements  our soft inferno in sorbet shades
~m...

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Mask of Illusion…….                    10/7/09


Crying out in the night minions of death surround her with dark intent,...

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The four cafes that bordered the water sat eerily still this January night.  I had often sat alone, looking down from my apartment window high above the narrow Canal de la Sensee, watching as...

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Message in a bottle

When you having nothing to live for
You have nothing to die for
Often you end up on the floor
In a pool of your own destruction
When you see the flowers in full bloom
You think...

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“Chased by the Fire” 

the story 

bald faced
is in front of us
all around the world, brutal 
bridges are being burned 

we watch with disbelief,
some of us seem to remember
familiar passages written, though 
our experiences are...

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Every year she returns to the scene
This place in question where life has been mean
On muddy banks down by the waterline
Alone in her tomorrow's, solitary resigned

Having already lost her husband in his freedom fight
No mother...

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In the misty morning amid the elm and maple trees 
The whiteness delicately floats above the ponds waterline
The night hunters abandon their night search for food
As the early morning rays peek through the woodland.

The morning...

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He floats just above the waterline of humor
I never know if he’s on the level or not,
peers over the edge, on the brink of absurd rumor.

Maybe human mirth has been squeezed out of him
while tilting...

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Consider this choice (of sound mind) my last hurrah, 
Have no doubt about my motive so pure and fine  
See my feet dangling just above the waterline; 
Give my fond farewells, observe my last...

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This is this poems maiden voyage
The first time that it has set sail
Since its early morning creation
Through sweat, tooth, and nail

It was built upon the idea
That hard work and persistence would pay
The way we used...

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