Short Maine Poems
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A young man who said he was broke
Went begging the streets for a smoke
But this was a pain
For he was in Maine
Where everyone there is quite woke
At
the end
of their watch-
squared up to the
storm
Ekphrasis Eight Bells by Winslow Homer
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Through the long winters up in Maine
Her virtue she aims to maintain
Though she tries best to cope
On a slippery slope
She slips and falls now and again
How beautiful the lilacs grow
How ethereal their scent
Their colors from purple to pink and blue
and white like New England snow.
How beautiful the lilacs grow.
How beautiful they grow.
******************* Beaver Stick
Pointed on both ends
the sweet parts have been eaten
the kits dont eat first
GINSU-KNIFE EASTPORT , MAINE USA
There once was a pretty girl from Maine
That her beauty spread to Spain
She didn't want to marry
Because the man's name was Larry
So the people thought her insane
NOTE: I'm having a ball finding all my old poetry. I wrote this when I was 11! So much fun reading my old things. :D
Wayne was avid fisherman from Maine
So proud of his huge lobster catch fame
Too many days spent at sea
Caused his lonely wife to flee
But his lobster business was insane
7/15/19
Contest: State Limerick Contest
Sponsor: Kevin Shaw
(99779 syllable count, checked on Howmanysyllables.com)
rugged wave battered
rocky coast of Maine
ships easily smashed
in to kindling
cold Labrador current
sweeping down from Canada
claims many lives
sixty-five lighthouses built
from Lobster Point in the south
to Whitlock’s Mill in the north
bass fog horns and
flashing lights
guide the sailors
home from the sea
For my sister, Sami, because this morning one of our four Maine Coons suddenly and unexpectedly died...
Haughty snobbish tomcat
tap water trample cat
never inside brat
inferiority complexity
acrobat
My Maine man
My Coon, I didn't expect
you'd go so soon
***
June 3, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
My favorite place is any ocean space
Maine, a place with many beaches to visit
I love to smell, feel ocean air on my face
Pemaquid, Popham, Reed are all exquisite
Sand squishy under my feet, toes, slows my pace
Diving into cold waves, no fears inhibit
swimming, even when I feel too cold and wet
It's the best place to unwind with no regrets
2/3/19
Well, there once was a poet from Maine
Who wrote most of his work in the rain
But when the skies dripped
His pens slipped and flipped
Thus his poems all turned out ... inane.
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "State Limerick" Poetry Contest, Kevin Shaw, Judge & Sponsor.
(Syllables = 9, 9, 5, 5, 9 - counted at HowManySyllables.com)
In search of long lost orchards
where apple blossoms bloom;
an ole white ashen farmhouse
and corncrib-playhouse rooms.
Searching for the scent of pine
where lingering laughter lies,
for the summer days gone by
and seashells on the tide.
Hungering for spruce gum chaw
we dug from crooks of trees
for the tart and bittersweet
memories of childhood deeds.
There once was a lady from Maine
Whose fiancé drove her insane
They all called him Fred
He slept in his sled
His dogs howled again and again
Well she shot him twice in the head
The doctor said he was quite dead
The sheriff said, "Belle",
"I don't think you're well -
"You could use a nice feather bed."
2-3-2020
Contest: Your Best New Limerick
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Nostalgia draped the counters and walls
The smell of bacon sizzled in the air.
Diners in baseball caps and ponytails
noisily chattered there.
The grill popped
to the teakettle’s screams
To harmonize with the babies cries
sitting on their Daddies knees.
Time drizzled by on the Chevy Belair clock
like the syrup on my Johnny cakes
while the waitress kept a pouring coffee
to the bikers, their cravings to abate.
.............. Heat
pine maple and old oak
sticks for the woodstove
the flame is my life
GINSU-KNIFE EASTPORT , MAINE USA
I like living in the forest.
The firewood seems to be lieing on side the road for me.
Free heat , OK Water from the spring for coffee and tea
is hard to beat.
Pine scented air clears the head.
Seaweed washes up on shore for the gardens.
The White Cliffs of Maine
The Sequin Island Lighthouse
Haunting Spirits, walk
The sound of, Piano
OVER and Over Again
Lighthouse lights the Night
Inspired by the Contest : " In the Light of Haiku "
Sponsored by " Russell Sivey "
By HGarvey Daniel Esquire
Author's Note " The Sequin Lighthouse " is said to be Haunted
The Light Keeper Killed his wife because she played the same song OVER and Over
on The Piano He Bought her to please Her
The dragonflies danced in the crisp Maine air
on a draft from the ocean deep.
Their delicate wings teased the breeze
high up on Mount Battie’s Peak.
Blue-black they flew like the night time sky,
as the mica flecked granite shone,
Seeking nectar sweet from blueberries bushes
and their small white flowers’ cones.
The silvered sea was surreally framed by
a multitude of human eyes;
Dotted with miniature sailing boats
A scene full of wonder and sighs.
I'm on my way to Maine,
I'm anxiously waiting to arrive,
I will see ducks and grandma,
She always has a surprise.
The sky is a light dusty gray,
And it is always calm,
In the morning we feed the ducks,
On our way to town.
The best part of Maine is being with your friends,
In Maine I always have n awesome time,
And the fun never ends.
In Maine the weather is always cold,
And never hot and dry,
Maine is always the best place to be,
And these are the reasons why.
Who Won (rigged) Maine?
©2012 C. Brent Cloyd
Saturday Maine voters took a poll
Romney won, but Paul camp claims he stole
One Paul leaning caucus, cancelled for snow
Helping Romney move on with MoJo.
When final votes tallied, Paul may win
But by then there’s no victory to spin
The liberty cause is disappointed
Romney hopes he appears anointed.
But the real story is Santorum
Who did not compete in this forum
Who without even spending a cent
Of the raw vote got eighteen percent.
ODE TO MAINE
Last winter was a long one
Before starting to get better
Seemed like we would never shed
Our heavy coats and sweater
But at last, spring did arrive
But the cold winds did not go
Instead of getting warmer
We just got more snow
We suffered through a chilly spring
Waiting for the trees to bud
And finally the snow was gone
But in its place was mud
Now at last, it seems to me
That winter has moved on
Now I can enjoy myself
After I mow the lawn
Rich dark blanket of night,
Silken wrapper, inducer of sleep,
You sooth the glare of harsh daylight strivings.
Half of the world sinks into rest.
Beyond the soft, tenebrous cloak: infinite brightness.
Into the dense fabric a droll designer deftly fashions
Small snips, eyelets, delicate cuttings,
Wheeling patterns – the geometry of whimsy.
Sprinklings of brilliance,
Sparkling clarity beyond imagining,
Dustings of ancient, newborn glitter,
Stars give a benediction to sleep.