Short Breakwater Poems

....................Slumber 
 
Some big seas roll in
the breakwater is pounded
fishing boats at rest


     GINSU-KNIFE     EASTPORT, MAINE    USA...

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today too, I visited again that empty bench by the lake
alongside on the pathway where billows hit the breakwater
in the autumn’s chilling air a spray of water I become...

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The breakwater protected bay
This mole of rock please hold
Mole on my face bid you goodday
Not welcome_ you I've told

Hugh mole bored through massive mountain
Vehicles travel straight
While I travel real fast again
To dermatologist

Decision to end job as mole
For new mole malignant
As a woman somewhere dies I'm told
From mole mass alterant...

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I wanted to write a poem
with such music and guitars, strumming.
I tried at the teeth of the sound
 to draw up legions of noise.
I tried at the breakwater
 to catch the star off each ship,
and at the closing of my hands
I looked for their homes;
I looked for their silences.
I found just one.

I look for uncomplicated hymns, now,
 but love has none....

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I’m going to comprehend my rhyme

Breakwater below your feet

Psalms I scream

For his brainless thoughts, are not his fault

So please absorb, guzzle or swallow, this free verse

For I speak to a ghost

Each second, I see your eyes

Philosophize the beat to my heart

Has I scream out your blood

Hoping you’ll disappear

Before I finish breaking water below your feet

And, no you may not have a seat

Delilah Ventura...

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Sitting on the breakwater,
long before first light,
I was met by gifts
and messengers.
First, a small bird
to warn me to be
    ready.
And then, knowing 
before it happened,
that a shooting star
would appear,
right where I looked,
followed by the ecstasy
between land and water
the sky and I, and 
from somewhere,
  a mantra,
"Don't be greedy,
don't be greedy."
All will come about
   in due time.
Be happy with small gifts
   from the universe...

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