Short Cruises Poems

Busy sounds near me
Noisy people are about
Traffic cruises on...

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Water reflections 
as boat cruises by them 
show casing beauty...

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Computers are strange
computers are cruel.
Hate cruises with microsoft
because they gave
me liberty at a heavy price....

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Her mind gets wrapped,

  but she likes to write

  that why she cruises

  this poetry website!



 Copyright McCuen 2008...

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A brand-new fur coat
   The latest smart phone
Four cruises a year
   An ocean-front home

She must have it all
   Says money's no object
Yet at times he objects
   To her kind of logic...

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Meandering the river line 
Steam boats scrumptious dinner cruises
Otters playfully splash up fur
Fun people in circular tubes
Polished stones collected for artist craft
Fresh trout proudly caught, A campfire tonight...

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FUN
Pleasure
Amusement

Beach days and dancing
Disneyland and cruises
Happy meals; friends at your side

“Laughter often comes with the ride.”

Sept. 14, 2020 for Joseph May's Pyramid Poetry Contest...

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You wonder what he does all day
watch tv or morbid play
perhaps he cruises the mall
the young to take one and all
or maybe to the library go
peruse obits of so and so
his favorite place the cemetery
his great success brings serenity
if you have no still figured yet
tis  Sir Grimly, the king of death...

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Lovely Loraine,
     Always into her game!
     
     On multiple cruises,
     Never loses!

     On the last one out,
     She had some clout.

     90 years and running strong,
     Brought a bit of money along!

     A million bucks,
     To help her play,
     On this,
     Her 90th birthday!...

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Promises here, promises there 
Broken promises, everywhere 
You tell me this, you tell me that 
From cruises to diamond rings 
They were all nothing but dreams 
None was reality, just a fantasy 
Of what you want to do for me 
What's the deal? 
Can you be real 
I don't know 
I think I better 
Let you go....

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Garlands I hold on  blue river’s last  sunset- path today

It’s babbling never the same each time my heart cruises it;

That I might grow old and forget an alcove by the shore

As smokey ripples lead me through a psalm of waved memoirs--

To offer wreaths for my child… lost, drowned in riverbed’s womb.




River Line Contest   11/20/2016...

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comes
wistful,
in a gloss
of  frothy drifts
she cruises near bends...
old river dressed in leaves
peach-gold like October tides.
And ripples splash through a varnished
light, crests twirling on pale twigs,wildbuds; 
flaming river’s last glide …. prelude to snow.



9/25/2015
For Love of October
Andrea Dietrich's Contest
Theme; River/lake in October...

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so, the frenzied hunt is on,
for that perfect gift,
that unique something,
for that special someone.

Heart-shaped chocolates,
diverse species of stuffed animals,
gold and silver anklets,
carefully trimmed bouquets,
painstakingly worded cards,
gift vouchers, moonlit dinners,
cruises, picnics, breakfasts in bed.

Gosh, I’ve got to run,
I’ve just thought of exactly,

exactly what my cat will love…...

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Soft is her breath, as the full moon begins to rise high.
Warm breezes whisper to the gentle ripples on the bay.
Ocean swells carry the seaweed high upon the tidal surge.
A ketch cruises by with her mizzenmast tightly bound.

heron stands stoic 
taking flight into a breeze
scent of lilac wafts



3/11/2021
Springtime Haibun Contest Poetry Contest
Sponsor: M. L. Kiser...

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A last goodbye to you on the deck...
Winds growling the misfortune.... 

RMS titanic twisted in the blisters...
Let the coffin in glister... 

Recalling our ancestors' flute...
Off the ships under the sealed seabed,
Cape of Good hope lurkes the will of fate. 

Seagull hissing to the Symphony of Seas,
Carnival of cruises, 

Had I known your last dreary,
I would have written miles of dreams......

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Sipping champagne from the hollow 
      of an avocado, on a cactus-lined
         boulevard in St. Looie

   While munching on anchovies
      slathered with salsa, the nerve
         of them calling us screwy

   On the dashboard piled high
      were half-empty cruises of gin ...
         By the time we crashed the car
         into a passing trolley car ~
   I swear I saw Busch Brewery spin...

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HONEYMOON.

 
Some couples take expensive 
cruises to far off exotic lands!
Others, only use whatever cash
is on hand.


It's that joy that love you deeply  
share,
Two souls, in concert and committed-
that are so special and rare.

In  your future come great children
and  many anniversaries! 
These mean far more than any expensive 
honeymoon, I see!


                      4/11/2021
                        ~ 2 .






In...

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God’s love lives beyond laws of location and languages, 
His love cruises beyond the corridor of colours and culture.
His love radiates beyond the realms of race and religion,
His love triumphs over the terrain of tongues and tribes,
His love has dominion over our differences and diversity,
His love bless us with bonds of bountiful beauty,
His love gives indemnity against insecurity and all our iniquity.
God’s love unveils the unlimited undestanding of unity....

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Along the winding skyline, a parade
Of bird-tails on flight with puffed caress
Like giant pearls woven by moonshine’s braids
A hammock of foams swerving on crowned dress
To pass unto hillsides so wholly blessed

And fluid my breath I marvel the view 
Reflecting peace, clouds transparent drift
Oh,wonder of shifting faces imbue
Such tranquil gait that cruises and uplifts
Lightening my woe as hushed froths pour mist.


Clouds Contest of Barbara Gorelick...

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Schools, parades and lots of trips,
Cruises, flights and races;
Tennis matches and events
In other crowded places:

All are being canceled or
Postponed for times awaiting.
No one knows how soon is safe
When one’s recalculating.

Expos, luncheons, weddings, shows,
Surgeries elective
Crossed off calendars because
Of cautioning directive.

Life appears to be on hold
As virus germs go flitting
And cancellations mount while fear
Shows not a chance of quitting....

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She will probably be dressed to the sevens but riding a goat.
I could not wait to see her, my Great Aunt, Myrtle Van Poat.
I think she traded the goat for an alligator Uncle Tye said.
Well maybe she won’t come at all, maybe she’s dead.

The relatives sound jealous of Aunt Myrtle if you ask me.
She has been on cruises, and adventures in at least six seas.
She did not tie herself down with a dull, boring, banal life.
She’s riding an ostrich! Says Penelope, Uncle Tye’s jealous wife....

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Tiring of travels 
Tired of seeing new places
Even cruises with all their comforts
Just happy being traveless 
No more restlessness 
Just being happy in Vancouver
With its mild summers, mild winters

Tired of waiting in airports
Delayed flights
Hotels with uncomfortable beds

Time to just be restful at home
And avoid all the hassles of travel
Only reminisce of happy moments
In the past
Traveling in my youth
Europe, South America, Asia

Just reminisce now
Of past travels....

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THE CLOCK
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS 

I  Quietly Watch the Second Hand Sweep
Never Varies, a Full Minute it Will Keep
Its an Easy Pace as it Starts its Run
Barreling Through the Number One
Speeds up a Bit as You Can See
Cruises Right past Number Three
Really Moving Taking a Headlong Dive
Slides past Four, Rounds the Corner at Five
Begins to Slow as it Nicks Six
Now Starts an Uphill Climb
Slows the Pace Til Reaching Nine
The Endless Task Never to Shelve
Minute Later We Arrive at Twelve...

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Turtle cruises the reef,
turquoise warm in the sun;
tendrils of coral stretch to
sup filtered light.

Butterflyfish and Tang
intermingle amid coral polyps,
that are plentiful appetizers
for this party.

As sponges get their rays,
a seahorse uncoils and jettisons itself
just overhead of a yawning mussel.

I giggle to myself as an angelfish kisses
my goggles and swim beneath the belly of turtle;
awed at the Crayola chroma essence
that delights my spirit.
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On my street there are many MacMansions
Full of stuff but not many grandsons
No pets with dirty feet
Just black balance sheets
And morality they have abandoned.

These nouveau riche Ole moneyed Scrooges 
Have dinner talk of subterfuges
The poor they abhor
Not a tear on that score
No mangers please, they’ll take cruises.

No room in the Inn “Oh my what a sin”
Said the bankers foreclosing within
No bed for the King?
The streets just the thing 
Perhaps the liberals will let Him in?...

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