Short Collier Poems

A swift half of cider in the Bodega bar
sadly none of us could afford a car.
Dropping a shilling in  the snug juke box
Haley and Elvis,then so unorthodox

Trad jazz with Donegan,Bilk or Collier 
no ballroom bacchanalia
Skip,hip-hop style jive 
50's music had come alive...

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Elizabeth: squat river with cranes, tugs, wharfs abristle,
Its broad, deep-dredged breadth plied by warship and merchant mammoth,
Ships with haughty grandeur gliding along buoyed channel—
Lofty titans sneering down on collier, barge, sloop at sail
And, on fog-bound nights, soothing sleepers with moans baritone.



November 21, 2016
Form-River Line-Poetry Contest
Rick Parise, Sponsor...

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hair brylcreamed.
   into town 
       to the pub in the square, 
our gang always met there

trad jazz with Donegan,
                        Bilk or Collier 
or maybe the ballroom for
bacchanalia

skip,hip-hop or jive
 or more sedately 
to the Friday Five.

a swift half of cider
         in the Bodega bar
sadly none of us then
       could afford a car.
dropping a shilling 
         .. in  the snug juke box
     Haley and Elvis,then
so unorthodox....

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