Short Buoys Poems

wild waves crash ashore
as high winds whip floating buoys ~
sea storm symphony...

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--- the beast's nature --- :

pantheistic pony:

one-trick or no, the tide buoys drop

by drop....

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numb butterfingers
need inflatable buoys
attached to their phones
to stop the silly slip dips
to which dumb users are prone...

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What buoys the Harris campaign?
Trump’s stench with an orange pee stain
While Walz is revered
J.D. seems too weird
And Kennedy has a wormed brain
...

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For us coastal dwellers of old B.C.,
Always 'Talk Like A Pirate Day' it be.
Tamperin' with the buoys, we be found,
A-plunderin' vessels what runs aground!...

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oceans surround mind

small or large to comprehend

water buoys dreams.

 

(January 20, 2011  Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved...

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Once more
these achievements
milestones on your journey
anniversaries, like buoys
mark how far you've come- over life's ocean
through all kinds of weather, you have
safely held together
proven sea-worthy
once more...

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Night
Tranquil
Starry sky
Embellished sheet
Nature buoys the mind
The eyes see through the veil
They journey on its highway
There's a sojourn through the meadow
Light permeates the gloomy chamber
The missing pieces sit on the table


October 7, 2023....

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Meet mood mime
Cheer crafts chimes


Mull mind met
Joy juice jets


Face free form
Niche nice norms


Prize prime plot
List loud lots


Big blog buoys
Treat trick toy


Work word will
Freeze frame fill

Mime moves meek
Still sounds speak




Leon Enriquez
29 November 2017
Singapore...

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A surfer who suffered a fall
Found a float and for help he did call.
As the drama unfurls,
It seems that curls* will be curls,
And buoys will be buoys, after all.


*INCYDK (in case you didn't know): For all you non-surfer dudes and dudettes, 
a "curl" is the curl or flip that forms as the top of a wave breaks.
...

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Sultry summer night, black and calm,
quietness reigns except for soft lapping
where water caresses the buoys
waiting, waiting . . .
thick clouds break and drift.
Sudden light pulses on the ripples,
the moon quivering in the river-mirror,
shy of her reflection
like a maiden unaware of beauty.

Copyright, March 27, 2015...

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Wolves howl at the moon shining over the ridge
Golden light glancing off the silver steel girders,
Slithers of squiggly speckles ripple in the stream
After the trotline is suspended between buoys
The night fishermen play five-card stud poker,
And swap tall tales about their youthful follies.

written October 31, 2021...

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Dear friend, who buoys me up, though we have not met

except as poet friends by internet,

I hope one day to see your smiling face,

reach out and give to you my fond embrace.

Written 2/26/2020 as a thank-you verse
dedicated to all my dear friends; you know who you are!
Inspired by Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer's  Occasional Poetry Poetry Contest...

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barren
i pour life into your carcass
three minute companion
join me for an afternoon busied by the flusters of the world

endless noodle sucked through an indifferent orifice
brown abyss
what lies beneath the surface?
floating buoys aptly distract my visual analysis
yellow, orange, green

styrofoam smirk!
allow me to revel in your sweat
for my lack of toil...

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huge silence
There is a huge silence within each of us, beckoning us back into itself. 
—attributed to Meister Eckhart

it’s always there
waiting to be noticed
the fathomless well
calling me inward
into the heart
of the heart
I swim down
deeper
find silence’s support
how it buoys
how it thirsts,
welcoming 
those who remember— 
held by the depth
thankful, I bow...

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Grace, like a rooster, 
    crows all life.
Those who grab the booster 
    gain great heights.
It could boom like a bomb, 
    deafening; 
whiff like soft wind, 
    leaving the ear unruffled. 
Life's laced with grace 
    yet it eludes many;
but when braced, 
    one buoys to the shore 
        like a sea duck 
            atop unruly waves.
            
© 2016 Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi...

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Rains for the third day
Non-stop. This road we travel
Is a cold panic.

A scattered glimmer
From far draws up as a ship,
Passes as a truck. 

There is this rainbow
Of sorts. O! it’s a lonely
Woman  in blue dress.

Deserts on the sides.
A mirage of inverted
Images, it’s like.

Life is what buoys up
As vision in the lava,
Chill, of this rainquake


Note: Five haikus make up this write....

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Buoys bounce up and down,
crashing waves make a sound
Seagulls fly away from here,
with your spirit staying near
Unmarked islands hold our secrets,
unknown memories lay beneath us
Tan marks and forgotten thoughts,
wanting to leave - I think not
Running streams and worn leaves,
pair less shoes near empty booze
Each one takes a slot, 
making my breath simply stop
In pause, wanting to press rewind,
For now the sunset guides my mindless mind...

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Now and then the ocean is a blur 
in footprints so quickly nothing, spurred

against that wild channeling — 
God, she took my memory,

her baggy tides overrun,
seaweed returned in the surf, serendipitous stun,

How to follow you in your deep sea tomb — 
Sometimes I breathe in water to breathe in you,

the gray ocean like a rod — 
my prayers stopped time, God, God — 

there floating within the sea fog's gloam,
the buoys, and a girl's cheeks that froze....

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Unhooking my bikini, I fall in
to Utah Lake; it’s thirteen years ago!
I’m naked, and the sun - incarnadine -
like me, has also slipped itself down low,
(though into dusk), while, I -in water -glow! 

My arms are freckle-speckled, lightly tanned.
Beneath my skin I’m feeling golden, and
my breasts are buoys, round and pearly white.
My legs kick strongly; they are lean and grand;
I’m sturdy - yes - but now I’m sweetly light!

For Cyndi MacMillan's YOUR BIRTHDAY SUIT Poetry Contest...

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