Shells Poems

Mary Anning 1799-1847

Born in Lyme Regis Dorset
a palaeontologist fossil collector
in the English Channel marine bed cliffs
and a coprolites (faeces) detector
who at only twelve years old
found the first two skeletons plesiosaur
and outside Germany
that of a pterosaur
yet as a woman who did not
always receive full credit
for her scientific contributions
and ineligible to join to their discredit
the Geological Society of London
while

Root Of All Evil

Isn't it funny how people see money
pieces of metal so very small
there's not a lot you can do
with a penny or two
money itself has really no uses at all
it used to be beads and once it was shells
at least you could wear them and buy or sell
how many have a dim view of money
pieces of

Between Shells

up the hill
so I can see you
tootle-ha
and wielding
your smile from dawn to twilight
waving tootle-loo

in valley
I can touch your flesh
eat you up
with you sup
my buttercup of moonshine
no need to move lips

in your arms
can hear chest beating
and the roar
of the sea
as your lips slip between shells
and the sun melts me

up on top
you look down at me
I’m the

When Love Leaves Home

Once upon a time on the sands she thought she found true love
then one day he went his way what was she dreaming of
now she walks the shoreline alone along the low water mark
searching for seashells on her own from sunrise until dark
at the end of the tunnel there's always a light
a ray of hope

Empty Shells

Empty shells I find on the beach
     can be looked at in two ways.
 In one aspect, they are seeds of death -
    the only tangible remains of once-living creatures
        now planted randomly in the sand,
but also it can be said

Shells And Starfish

Shells and starfish
Has many meaning to me
Both live in the sea.

THE CRACK

We were born in the crack of an egg
fragile and empty
with a whip of thunder
and tongues of fire
tasting the earth.
We were born with a gram of cry
and several stretches,
wrapped in cloth like caterpillars
and waiting for our wings...
We keep our shells
as a reminder of
how far we have come
and how fragile our cradle is.
We were born in

shells

waves felt the shells heavy --- till they found them on the hands of little kids

Haunted by War

                     Many never come home from battle.
                     Most come back for war, but not all

Shells

When the words come up to end
Music enters for a while 
And reflects what has been said
In its special kind of style
Through reflections I can see
Pictures that I could forget
If not music, with the sea
And the sand that’s always wet
Waves come up, and down they go
Foam licks the ochre line
Empty shells are rolling slow
This one’s

EGG SHELLS

What has happened 
To the masses
Trying to pretend 
We're put into classes

Does it really matter 
Who you partner with? 
To whom you have a natter? 
What advice you give? 

Are all lives the same? 
Don't you want peace? 
Maybe no one's to blame
For past atrocities 

These egg shells are weak
Careful where you walk
They act so

DO LOST SHELLS LAST?

In the petals of the mountain rose, love bloomed,
For one afar, whose sight remained so blind.
Through whispers of the soul, in silent rooms,
Your breeze would touch my skin, a gentle find.

Glances and stares, though frequent, left me unseen,
Within the depths of your soul, forgotten, lost.
Emotions, like frail twigs, hold memories keen,
As your presence fades, I

Sand and shells

Dreaming of a beach vacation

Shells Break, Old Guy Writes

The swallows and falcons
are out of their shells.
The sky has more wings now.
Spring bounds around -
the foals' long legs
kick up meadow buttercups.
If I were younger,
if I were stronger,
If I were lither,
I would roll in the hayfield,
and not worry a bit
about straw in my hair.

Blue Shells

Have you ever tried using your egg tooth   to chip out of your blue shell self?

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