Short Aweigh Poems

island
craving dust
no more water
says enough is enough —
send-off

9/3/2019
(Hurricane Dorian)...

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this sea
has cast its
wildest fury
for many months
relentless

aweigh
and through
the straights
into the far
and open

with wearied
sails upon
an infernal vessel
flailing madly
in the gust

but the stern
cuts the billow
aft for dreams
of home in a
quiet harbor

where anchors
will lay down
in the sand
as they have
often longed...

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What a grate dey it is
Sonny whether and awl
Let's wring in Spring Brake   
Thyme for fun, half a bawl.  

Cum on, let's get aweigh
and lei on the beech
reed books by the serf
sea and bee scene.

Wheel watch waives bye the peer
Whet hour feat and hour tows
Ewe just mite meat Mr. Write
Theirs a chants, who nose?




Written on 3/23/2015...

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Laying inn the grass watching the clouds float buy, my mined wanders aweigh as eye smell that apple pi. 

I've patiently waited four spring and now that's it's hear awl eye want two dew is sit outside and drink a bier.

I've waited four warmer whether and too bee outdoors, butt today I'm stuck inside and that's such a boar.

Spring inn Pennsylvania isn't as it seams, it goes from wareing shorts on a Monday then down to zero degrees. 

Lucky Mi!


04/27/2015...

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Anchors without rancour are rare today.
They don’t just report rumors, they dissect some.
Men like Brinkley and Huntley, anchors aweigh, 
anchors without rancour.

They steer clear of party-lines with no humdrum.
No newshawk floored CBS such a long stay 
as Walter Cronkite whose candor ranks as plumb. 

War correspondents, like Murrow kept at bay
and cleared away critics like so much pond scum.
Mark Levin at FOX deals much in the same way -
anchors without rancour....

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