Short Lakeshore Poems

the empty bench
bids me
share its solitude...

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Goldenrod
garlands the lakeshore
butterflies dance...

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main road small hick town
ice cream shop bicycle ride
blue lakeshore - alone...

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Peaceful...surging waves,
Softly kiss the edge of land:
As the sun beds down....

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Merry mallards,
Upon honey waters,
Away,
From all the bustle,

Merry mallards,
Upon the lakeshore,

Kind and warm,
As the curvatures,
Of a womans hip,

Cool and chill,
As the evenings wine,

Merry mallards,
Caressed,
By irises,
Sunshine,
And sweet moonlight
Reynaldo Casison...

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Seawater ripples
Unlike that of our lake
The waves are rich
And voluptuous
Thick and tumultuous
They pack a punch
Releasing a luscious rumble
In contrast to this harsh rocky coast
Our lakeshore is calm and still
Looking out the window
It makes me blue and homesick



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Posted on September 21, 2019...

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In my arms you can forget your troubles
Close your eyes and leave them all behind
I’ll sway you tenderly to loving rhythms
I’ll comfort you to sweet musical perfumes
And protect you with all the serenity
Of a thousand starry midnights
Under feathery wispy lakeshore willows
That waver in cool late summer breezes
Close your eyes and leave all worries behind



posted on March 8, 2020

AP: Honorable Mention 2020...

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I believe in the truth of two wheels
Of farmscapes and lakeshore drives
A refuge from ordeals
Where turkeys flock and freedom thrives

I believe in the prayer of engines
A faith into the pastures sound
A people moving in all directions
United by a hope unbound

I believe in highway justice
Law laid down by county roads
A banjo picking a song of oneness
The tune that our whole country knows

I believe in love and leather
And the beauty of our rides together...

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Cypress ‘knee's’ lap in the light
as dusk wades in.

Evening parachutes down,
it plants shallow pother
around ankle-deep trunks.

Anhinga necks stir shadows
under a low moon.
This is the gurgling gills
of a melting evening.
 
Florida ends at every lakeshore
where night-fevers begin.
A heated gloom that thickens
where bugs quicken.

We are locked into the chaffing songs
of crickets, 
the drilling buzz of mosquitoes,
as cypress roots soak
in the dark dank air....

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