Short Bay Poems
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Pelican Bay
My rookery home
Nursery rocks oil covered
Parents dressed in black
Marrying a chemist seemed okay
He appeared normal most of the day
When their boy DeRide
Formed sesquioxide
No one was surprised in San Fran Bay
Beneath the sunset,
tall sweet grass sways silently,
Charleston Bay sighs.
Gold kisses green at day's end,
gentle waves of amber light.
you were on my mind
there no sunshine
my eyes wink
i need to think
so i took a walk
this was a bad day
so to my self i talk
SITTING BY
THE BAY
Oyster's Bay And Point Can Tell,
Where The Pearls Of Light Do Dwell.
Along The Meat Of Muscled Shell,
Across Points Bay, ... Feat, Feat, We Shall!
green water glistens
white caps dance, pushed by the wind
beauty on the bay
San Franciso Bay was glorious this weekend
We've read of Hendrix, Joplin and Morrison and thereof
I want to introduce you to the Green Bay Packers 27 club
Of Starr, Favre, Rodgers and (tentatively) Love
Oysters Bay And Point Could Tell!
Where The Pearls Of Light Do Dwell!
Along The Meat Of Muscled Shells!
Across Point's Bay, .... Feat, Feat, .... We, Shall!
Winter bequeaths you.
Velvet crocus tease my flesh.
The tides thirst for more.
Brenda Molmod Atry
Copyright February, 2018
#YouandMeandHimandHerAndThemAndUs
I once knew an old beagle hound named Bay
his bark nonstop, it carried miles away
the sound was so loud
it could stop a crowd
until a large rat scared him mute one day
Yahoo, the fantastic Packers play tonight.
Rarely seen in California, my one night delight!
September 26, 2019
A lim'rick a day keeps head doctors away
It's therapy for the brain, quite needless to say
That surely is true
Don't know about you
But it's how I stay afloat, day after day
Love To Watch Football
Green Bay Packers Rule The World
(In My Mind At Least!)
(January 15, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
As reeling day, oblivious
Sinks, bubble bubble
That which had given rise to
A sea of trouble
With suds and merry-making's
Danced fervour combined
For an equivalent distress
Is put out of mind.
If I strike up a fortune,
I want to own an apartment in
Manhattan, or New York City,
a big house in the country,
and a shack in Mississippi.
Women in each,
Women at every port,
Keep the heart at bay.
Small lynx.
Inky onyx on
white and grey.
Maniac gibber
at gull and crow,
cursing through
the pane.
Blood and muscle
shot through green
keen,eye.
"Just wait.Just wait..."
He seems to say.
Hand holding chin
elbow on rail
she stares
out at the bay
but she is not there;
sad eyes
say otherwise
Beyond the beauty
of the day
sadness shows
what lies inside-
what beauty-
cannot hide
Good morning, good morning, it's a brand new day
It's raining big buckets but screw it I say
My heart is bursting
Though the naughties are lurking
At the first opportunity, at the moon I will bay
A lim'rick a day keeps the head doctor at bay
It's therapy for the brain, that's needless to say
That surely is true
Don't know about you
But they sure keep me afloat each day after day
© Jack Ellison 2014
.
hern sat
thuh sun shown through
hern raiment
exposing mine future
or her loverz
Golden orb escapes
from night born clouds
The grey sea smiles
azure shades of welcome
Powder white seagulls
sing out Hallelujah
The sky robs Turners palette
flinging its contents
Smothering the air
resurrecting my bay
the old man sea
the sea
the bay
now thickened with gray
from the death of the northern wind
reveals his soul
with heartless roll
and the foam
on his grizzled chin
Good morning, good morning, it's a brand new day
It's raining big buckets but screw it I say
My heart is bursting
Though the naughties are lurking
At the first opportunity, at the moon I will bay
© Jack Ellison 2015
One day I’ll play in the Chesapeake Bay
On a boat I’ll lay soaking up sun rays
Sunscreen I’ll spray U.V. rays turn away
Catch a fish I’ll pray possibly display
A fish mouth I’ll splay possibly filet
A good day I’ll say in Chesapeake Bay
Our sun's a nuclear furnace, keeps us warm every day
Sure hope so or we soon could go skating on Montego Bay
Imagine if it burned out
Sunscreen companies would pout
On top of that, our heating bill would cause much dismay