Short Marco Polo Poems
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Marco! Marco! He said
No polo, just the voices inside his head
Marco! Marco! That one person said
And asked, “why aren’t you dead?”
Form:
your smart hat
your coifed
charcoal brows
your blue questions
about how I’m moving
through the day
have me in hand
reminiscing
making me want you
and reminiscing
more and more
Welcome to China’s gorgeous Yangtze River
third largest river in the world
rising at Jari Hill
in the Tanggula Mountains
christianed Quian by Marco Polo
seventeen hundreds renamed Blue River
The Age of Exploration went on and on and on
From Marco Polo to Roald Amundsen
Now it’s left the Earth, gone soaring into space
Deep inside the cosmos ~ seeks creation’s face
‘ Raul Moreno, Poet- Sen•sei … ’ 56th Senryu
Like Marco Polo
Haiku Master, Moreno
Explores Nature’s Show
From Magnanimous Me (he! he!) (LOL)
Love Your Poetry,
Your Poet-Pal, MoonBee
If dragons were real asked my son
Would I be able to keep one?
He could stay with me up in my room
Saturday morning we'll both watch cartoons
I could take him with me to school
And play Marco Polo in the pool
But what would you feed him asked I?
He'd need to fly high in the sky
If you catch one they get pretty mean
Dragons live in our wildest dreams.
Without belching
or hiccupping misty smoke,
the waiting sea
swallowed the setting sun;
up popped the bright
mirror-ball moon.
The quiet sky sprinkled its self
with twinkling stars
as the restless wind whistled
through the terrestrial nightshades.
A colony of fireflies
played blinking Marco Polo
as a pair of stoic owls,
with bulging eyes,
kept nocturnal watch
over the orchestrated night.
The most amazing of culinary tricks
would be to eat spaghetti with chopsticks.
A pair of chopsticks you will never see
if you go to any table in Italy.
Marco Polo was not perspicacious enough to see
his contribution to western culture’s popularity.
When using chopsticks, you won’t get much sauce.
Unfortunately, there would be much of a loss.
A fork and spoon would appear a strange thing
at the dinner table in Shanghai or Beijing.
sun tan oil permeates Red Haw Beach
toddler in ruffled sunsuit is screaming
young men are watching girls in tiny suits
gritty wet sand oozes between my toes
seagull swoops down and steals a cracker
beach ball lands on old man who does not wake
“Marco Polo!” is screamed from the water
long sigh escapes from my stress-filled body
dark sunglasses hide my curious eyes
I flip onto my tummy and relax
listening to the distinct summer sounds
the laughter and screams of happy children