Short Gulf Poems
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Old boat, time-worn path,
Dolphins glide through emerald waves,
Leaping side by side—
Their joyous dance in the mist,
Paints the sea with morning bliss.
Gulf oil spilled
Useless big waste
Lives were taken
Foolish mistake
Oil will spew
In such turmoil
Loss no one knew
So much damage
People showed care
Invading land
Like a nightmare
Let’s clean this up!
Man to blame,
Once again to his shame,
His record continues to destroy !
The beauty he did not create, nor can he save…
He will never learn how to properly behave…
Nature screams pointlessly once again ?
Fearing where next we’ll drill ?
Gulf oil spill.
Form:
Rolling tide, music's lullabye,
Sensual lover's teasing whisper,
Tingle my flesh...
Caressing intense glances, knowing my
heart's desire...is you.
Lone sea gull, call my name
Unknown vision or reality
Host my present stormy mood
Call, call, call... to me
What? The Gulf of Mexico is no mo'?
Well, that's just a big no-no!
I like what some cartoons show -
southern half of the Gulf: "Golfo de Mexico",
northern half: "Golfo del Presidente Loco"!
So, to honour our Mexican amigos,
let's sing a cantata
then call the "Gulf of Alaska"
the Gulf of Canada!!!
Between your truth and mine
Your needs and theirs
Embedded within wanton desires
Coated with your fears and mine
We forget compassion
Lo, we lose love
We get sucked into the chaos
The chaos, the helplessness
Between your truth and mine
I find a gulf of loneliness
A valley of lies that run deep!
Gulf Oil Spill
Another disaster ,
Caused by man.
Oil spills far…
We do what we can.
Once again,
We’ve damaged our Earth
By spilling a gift
Its given us, of worth.
The fish will die
The oil companies will lie
If things don’t change
The world will die.
Even silence has
its charm entangled in the
calm shores of the Gulf.
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Waiting for the turn
of a creeping wind’s conquer;
boarding up my heart.
- - - - - - - - - - - - -
I need not see you
pier, nor fickle doldrum’s haste
my bones feel what’s coming.
-James Kelley 2014 All rights reserved.
With a single note it begins
That enticement so alluring
Enveloped amidst the cadence
And rhythm of a sailing vessel
Gently rocking in the calm swells
Capturing my spirit in its endless cycle
Where the iambus waves whisper me
And ardent gulf breezes enrapture
Opening my eyes after that moment
I came back to the reality of life
A new spirit…
Sweet Empty gulf farewell
all the animals I've known so well
adrift among the lifeless waves
corroding in the grim sun's rays.
Oh the dim murk reeks of death
the odors cause my nose distress
I'll never see the water blue
consumed forever by BP's Crude.
- To every animal that has swam, trot, or flew
I bid thee all adieu
I'll miss you.
Form:
Celebrate!!
Oil for all!!
Bring a cup
Have your fill!!
Black gold for all!!
Pelicans are oil coated,
Ready to fry!
Black moon sand is
Free for all!!
The oil is still
Lingering on
Alaska's shore
Twenty-one years later
Clean up of the
Exxon-Valdez spill, still not clean!!
Dear politicians please help!!!
The oil still flows like black death!
Listen to poem:
The gulf between us
is such a yawn.
It's boredom
drawn out
in endless re-runs.
Opposites are meant to
attract like magnets,
north and south.
Right!
But our chasm is abysmal.
It's a melody of maladies
and sick jokes bespoken
by a stand-up
with yawning incompetence
standing on a cliff,
shouting into the distance
while peering into the gulf
of what might have been.
No one's listening.
Right!
Who lives in a pineapple under the sea?
Spongebob Squarepants!
Who died in an oil spill because of BP?
Spongebob Squarepants!
Absorbent and yellow and covered in oil!
Spongebob Squarepants!
Because of the oil spill he's starting to boil!
Spongebob Squarepants!
If nautical nonsense is something you wish!
Spongebob Squarepants!
Don't jump off the deck or you'll die like the fish!
Spongebob Squarepants!
And now -
imagine the sun
rising over
the gulfs broad reach
where waters run
the long length of sandy beaches
and the cry of a gull piercing
the bright air,
sounding a morning
as if to plumb its measure.
Now - slowly begin
to feel the solitude,
the absence of dominion,
a vastness of scale that laps
the limits of all thought,
an alchemy of earth, air and water
until there is only
what is taken in,
becoming then, the beholder
of itself.