Short Atlantic Poems
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Waves call out in song,
Sea breeze teases sunlit hair—
Sands of time await.
Flip-flops mark our path to peace,
Horizon holds dreams aloft.
The Schuylkill River
flows through Philadelphia
to the Delaware.
It gives everything it's got
to send to the Atlantic.
Panic In Atlantic on Titanic
panic in Atlantic
neither ***** nor Hispanic
were on Titanic
Wonder how this will check
for accuracy of facts.
Panic In Atlantic on Titanic
panic in Atlantic
neither ***** nor Hispanic
were on Titanic
Wonder how this will check
for accuracy of facts.
In battle little boys frantic
Shared their quotes with the Atlantic
So we can all note
About death they’d gloat
And Signal decay gigantic
Singers in the cold dark Atlantic Sea
Humpback whales crooning for free
Complex songs that are repeated for hours
Just one of the ocean’s mighty powers
MESSAGE
Miles of ocean cable
Mostly North Atlantic
Many attempts it took
Meaning could have been lost
More likely weak signals
Morse code was the default
Flying across and above the vast Atlantic Ocean
To his own birth country where we were always meant to meet.
May my own hopeless romantic heart soon be once again open.
buckle up
a hundred dollars
at the poker table
gives you
less time then you think
only an ace
could kill the mood
they had the ace
Ace…you are done
Atlantic City won
There’s a wanna-be boxer named Whitney,
Who deals blackjack in Atlantic City.
I said with a straight face,
“That you’ll never win, ace.”
And then foolishly told him to hit me.
Contently I gaze
upon marshmallowry fluff
formations floating
pass my daydreamy mind-space
of rapturous enchantment...
*Inspired by peaceful cloud watching....
Let us drink to this
Ancient windswept stone, the pearl
Of Atlantic sea
All rights released into Public Domain
Who is that fine lady dressed in blue?
What do you think she is trying to do?
Where in the world is Pacific Avenue?
When is the morning sunrise due?
Why is she calling me, or is she calling you?
deep within we know its true,
under the water bloody blue,
the Atlantic choked with mud,
down she went with an awful thud,
what Plato said was true...
Atlantis is true blue...
Don Johnson
The English say black cats are good -
They think we bring them charming luck;
But in the States, black cats are bad,
So trans-Atlantic flights just suck!
for Deb's metre contest
I think this is iambic tetrameter
Atlantic
Churns deeply, currents
As they set waves to new shores
New inspiration for another
As sands shift with the ebb tide
So the mind then sees
The beauty
Septet syllable count is 3,5,7,9,7,5,3, unrhymed
One for the books, a June snowfall in Atlantic Canada
No, not December which would've been easy to handle
The weather's gone bonkers
Must be those plotters
Out to confuse us, our delicate brains to scramble
The Atlantic was an ocean once unexplored,
even the Romans with their naval might, took no minimal interest to go beyond
so it remained an unknown their minds:
perhaps its high wrathful waves kept them away: they made frightening sounds.
She took me by surprise,
With the beauty of her eyes,
Resembling two blue oceans,
Just as deep; just as wide.
Her Pacific and Atlantic,
Gently make my heartbeat frantic,
Because of her two blue oceans,
I’m lost at sea and won’t panic.
Form:
It is thirty degrees
My toes, they freeze.
My noes, it sneeze
My knees, they freeze.
It is too cold,
I'm not that bold,
The Atlantic Seas,
All things it sees.
Old ladies tease
Their hair so
It'll freeze.
I'm A Poet and I Know It
Form:
Cool gray
Warm tones
Damp sand and speckled stones
Sleepy sky
Lazy haze
Falling into ocean’s gaze
Thunderous roll
A whisper still
Endless water’s blurring thrill
Choppy wind
Cooling skin
Soothing self from within.
Written 1/9/20
Form:
Atlantis is out there somewhere, it's common logic
Falling out of favor with the deities, it submerged in the Atlantic
To be discovered one day
Possibly it's not far away
My real name is Charles, Greek for “Plato”, common knowlege
wearing a gorgeous blue topaz necklace
confiscated from the spoils of the Titanic
a sultry siren blows watery smoke rings in the Atlantic
waiting for a handsome naive sailor
willing to follow her down the depths of despair
where extra loot lies in wait
Gleaming ocean scene
An Atlantic dolphin dreams
His mother long gone
March 27, 2020
4pm PST
Just the simplest things
Are what express me the most.
Like the long wide Atlantic Ocean
That stretches across my earth
Leaving not a room for a wing
In this small home
Where freedom isn’t heard of or known.
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