Short Cruises Poems
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Computers are strange
computers are cruel.
Hate cruises with microsoft
because they gave
me liberty at a heavy price.
Her mind gets wrapped,
but she likes to write
that why she cruises
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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
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
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
Everyone’s lifelong voyage cruises diversely
towards and from all meant gained, lost or
missed. Earth waters mask complexities, gifts
and rifts bound to astound us with our
surfaced share. New horizons tantalize our
brightest dreams while some island sights paralyze.
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
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!
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.
Form:
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
Flewn, flown, float
sit back relax
while we
watch tv
on this cruise.
On this yacht we
white ships and cruises
those boats
let the wind
lead us there.
What can we explore ?
whilst writing poems
and sing and dance
as the ship sets free.
Those thoughts flow
just like the ones
conjoined by rivers
and beaches and lakes
don't get caught by the snaked.
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
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…
Form:
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
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...
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
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
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.
Today I was dreaming--Ronald, my husband popped not my head.
Then--I remembered our time on the Spirit of New York Dinner Cruises.
That was our First Anniversary Day.
Family and Friends gathered.
We toasted the event with Spirtzers; flowing over glass.
The day had sun light that shown bright. And the river flowed mild; not rough,
like shining glass; so smooth.
So, that we felt peaceful and light.
After, we were back on the deck; where we started.
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
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.
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.
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.
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
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.