Short Coast Poems
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angry sea pounds cliffs
pines bend to Pacific winds
beautiful woman
high powered romance
salty air, dangerous curves
The Coast
Shadows on the shore
Echo pulsating beauty.
And sunshine shimmers.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
December 7, 2009
~California Dawn~
That sharp gold-blue sky
One lonely cloud says goodbye
West Coast morning
5/1/2023
there once was a scary ghost
who lived out on the west coast
scared the dead back to life
more scary than the wife
but he doesn't like to boast
In diving the coast off Aruba,
He thought he would play his best tuba.
The fish thought it odd,
The stingray said “Todd,
That isn’t the way to do scuba.”
Great White Sharks are a Gold Coast wonder
Though crocodiles may steal their thunder
But all surfers know
It is time to go
When kangaroos line up Down Under
the sea is wild today but we will tame it
as we and our forefathers have done
we are one with it ~ our land, our sea
AP: 1st place 2022, Honorable Mention 2026
We two, hot, muggy.
Lay beneath diamond sparkles.
Wind blows gritty sand.
We snuggle on the blanket.
Peacefully, until sunrise –
© July 13, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen
Chowder from the east coast
Homemade medley of the freshest finest ingredients
Gold medal winners every time
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
What We Like Most About the Coast
Sunsets can be splendid on the coast;
Colorful and we always like the most;
When had,
Were glad;
About them all we will brag and boast.
Jim Horn
Quiet, but for the steady
murmur of waves along
an obsidian beach.
Remnants of an ocean storm,
somewhere between
here and Japan.
Sometime between
Passé Imparfait et
Plus-que-parfait.
A feeling,
unbearable calls–
toward its trumpets
I do fall,
aware but undefined,
long, lost winding coast–
I come, then settle in
alone again,
Siddhartha's son,
the ascetic life begins.
There was an old man of the Coast
There was an old man of the Coast
Like Crumpet at Breakfast, not Toast
With a croissant and Jam
Two eggs and fried Ham
A Hearty meal for that man of the Coast
Coast Guard Suspicious Officer
Plot about officer seemed to be intense;
For years he had been held in suspense;
Ammo and arms,
Always alarms;
Now there is a prevalence of evidence.
Jim Horn
Fountain waters flow
Coverings dews
Sprays hues aqua lime greens
Diverse views flowing first
From turquoise coast to coast
8/18/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Okay, Mr. West Coast Man, you know who you are
We're fellow Canadians though apart we're quite far
This country is vast
To meet would be a blast
But that surely would take about three days by car
Sparkling, breathtakingly.
A luxurious view.
On cliff ledges who lodge them
May not think as you do!
Of million dollars worth.
When kestrel, when falcon
Is for no outstretched claw to claw's
Money exchange called on?
All day, if as far, a world
Circles back round again
Oh! That bold vision to regain.
Pursued, undimmed, on shore.
Sympathetically blown along.
Companionably lonesome!
Of what, sea-raised, but wholesome
Haunts a heart evermore.
Okay, Mr. West Coast Man, you know who you are
We're fellow Canadians though apart we're quite far
This country is vast
To meet would be a blast
But that surely would take about three days by car
© Jack Ellison 2015
Nothing straight, even sightly
Hangs now over me.
As twisty, Moonah-shaded
Which gouged path below.
So awaits, and breath-stilling
Hot-blown, face, writhing
For prospects, unseeable
What, sea-cool, must show!
bet. aireys inlet and anglesea
one hundred sixty two games
knowing all the players names
follow scores best we can
west coast games bring sandman
we'll watch the standings
keep track of innings
after all-star game it ignites a flame
winners will win and losers fall to shame
To get the most from summer trip to coast
start early dosed up with coffee and toast,
avoiding almost, the hot sunburn roast,
an uttermost certainty on seacoast,
when lying reposed in slumber engrossed,
you sleep well post noon, with your tardy host.
art
nouveau-
greene & greene
in a talent
show
Inspired by some photos I saw recently,some of you are closer and may have seen the real
thing
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greene_%26_Greene
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gamble_House_(Pasadena,_California)
richly hued summer
lives along a golden stretch
blooms sky sand surf sun
spectrum changes hour to hour
dawn to dusk people laughing
bright swimsuits green youths
beachballs and ice cream flavors
fresh scent of blue sea
from far out where it meets sky
fragrant blooms the livelong day
Now that its June,
we'll sleep in the garden
soak into the dirt,
down into the underground,
to sleep with the dead
our bodies filled with maggots
decomposing
under the sullen sun
pushing daises
its a new morning,
soil in your mouth
dirt in my lungs
should we awaken?
now that its June,
June on the west coast.
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