Rig Poems - Poems about Rig

Mr Mustard Comes Tonight

...Rig rag
Shaggy rag
Rip, rip, rip,
Wrinkle in the water
A wilder whisper
Crepuscular crème brûlée.

What is madness really?
Have I not a wordly thought?
Wordly jumble,
Words, words, words,
...

Draconian measures promise to hobble future SEPTA transit riders

...Draconian measures promise to hobble future SEPTA transit riders

one of whom would be
this married sexagenarian,
who recently acquired
his Senior Fare Card
courtesy Trump's big beautiful bill
...

Thirty Knots an Hour

...

         His very bones smell of ocean
            beard lashed with its salt
         On land, rubber legs awkward
             he gapes and he gawks

         But rig him up a mast 
     ...

Lost

...Since long ago, in this cold world, 
I feel I don't belong.
I'm here and there in corners curled.
It is so strange and wrong.

     Repressed memories, you say?
     I can't remember, ...

Where Are They Now?

...In this country

	Politicians line their pockets from back-door deals
	Sports figures kneel with raised fist, and protest our flag
	Hollywood celebrities exclaim they will leave our country
	Sil...

The Year of Quadrants

...The beginning of Experience
starts with proper planning
By:Wiggon Galgrinner

From zones to zone
they looked to find
if planting olives  would
be profitable
the olive tree
or Olea Europaea
...

A Tough Nut to Crack

...Violet Smith lived in Center Kingdom. Her neighbors were Jack and Jill;
Like orange sun, of a pink morning, when it's just peeking over blue hills.

With Mother and Father and sister, Ava,...

The Epic Tale of Immortal Al

...
Immortal Al, the poet. 
Yes, and don’t he know it 
And forget me not, his imaginary friend, Mortal Lee, that’s me! 
He has a Masters in Authorship. Me, his penmanship. 
He’s not just any or ord...

The Trybullyst

...Gold! Gold! Dassel screamed: he had found gold! And so what we were told, he stuffed his pockets and told the fellas to pull him up.They had straddled a well rig used to clean shallow wells to lower ...

Moomy, Smoke and a Pancake

...Sweet mother, Virginia Slim wedged between your fingers,  
that last light willed to die at the rig
of a darkened room.  
You—half-goddess, half-ghost, pinioned in some still-life setting
of tumb...

Holiday Fun

...


Frosty the snowman needed therapy.
There's a problem with my olfactory.
No matter what scent wafts by,
Or what cologne that I try,
It's only carrots I smell, don't you see?


There once ...

Crib In I

...I think his iris is timid in sight,
Find him his cig, its light.
Its lit tip is in its crib,
I did right to fight with his timid skin in sight.
Sight this lid, I dig, I did.
His nick is with him...

Crystal Ship

...On the balcony of a hilltop home near Santa Barbara California, late, on a warm, clear summer night, forty years ago, looking out over the ocean, with good friends, after hours of partying,  stars tw...

Dreamland

...In Dreamland's dazzling domain, where fairytales unfurl, A youth yonder yearned, with heart that hoped to hurl, Himself into the hinterland, a hero's journey to embark, To chase the chimeras of chang...

Deliver Us From Evil

...

Overcome by hurricane or tornado?
Ran over by a train or a big rig?
Will I be flooded over or burned out?
Avalanche or mudslide? Which will it be?

A friend boarded a plane when close to 80....

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