Short Peninsula Poems

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seabird flock squabbles
on safe peninsula shore
it beggars belief...

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that old olive tree
over sixteen hundreds years 
what a lovely tree!


In Salento peninsula which is part of Puglia, Italy. One of its names is Hug Tree....

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A living, breathing source of
Love-flamy light.
For what does each, in the heart
Stir up at night.

Though down in roads' sea-rolled view
Drunken, fogged most
Peninsula-prominent.
Safe helmsman boast....

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Blacked eye Susan
amethyst eyes
glazed in glaciers

Purple daisys bloom
blend in ragwood sun
cotton flower dance
without a bell

Peninsula in midst
opens forests in its path
After all dream becoming one piece...

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Angelic in beauty 
also in sound 
flowing over tarnished rocks 
carefree in the Lost world 
known as the Upper Peninsula 
tourist come from other states 
just to explore, hike and sightsee 
they're splendid beauty...

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A parallel universe, intricately crafted by God-
A realm where the rhythm of existence is inverted: 
One day devoted for diligent work and six for rest. 
Here, perpetual, invisible threads unite us all, 
Insulating a peninsula from the chaotic hodge....

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Visualize Mexico’s Baja Peninsula
Let’s take a camel safari in Cabo San Lucas
We will hop on a hump
Might see pods of dolphins and whales
While we are on our leisurely stroll
for camels do not run, they walk.
Giving us more time to enjoy the beautiful Pacific Ocean...

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flippant great white was turned into a peninsula by Poseidon.
others protested on her behalf, but she was happy about it;
now she would be immortal
people would visit her for centuries.
her relatives faded away, or died one at a time.
she remains Shark Rock, a favorite of children.
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Warrior
Musical, analytical, religious, artistic.
Son of soldiers.
Lover of Nelly, ragtime pianos, and rhythm guitars.
Who reels angst, inspiration, and regrets.
Who fears retirement, isolation, and mediocrity.
Who would like to see Scandinavia, wealth, and grandchildren.
Resident of the Monterey Peninsula.
Poet...

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Mind has many doors
At times it's an unknown peninsula
A labyrinth at closer look.
Move scum slovenly
Or else you'll lose yourself
Dreams,swarming feelings
Make a slough of despondency
A slog of sorrow
Marshy land
Squirm through closed doors
Of turbulent mind
Hearken, mind murmurs
And get lost with 
The way of the world....

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Life, A melody
Meticulous blending
Of sorrows and joy
An unknown peninsula
Where we gain weight
Too long to fly
Stick to our own plates
Rapturous in Proportion
Inducement sediment
Parameters of love and lust
Sneaking hours of indolence
Gagged life unworthy to live
Only one way is left
Luscious hours
But you should burn them all....

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My schooner eases
into the tiger claw
that an umber peninsula
juts seaward.
The carnelian bay 
beckons like honey
as I aim
for twilight's tangerine
and sun's waning citrine
in amber haze.
Papaya clouds whipped
by solar winds
breathe the siren lure
of bronze oceans
in the scriptural future
to my restless golden heart.

6/30/2018...

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Under the Cancun sun,
on the Yucatan peninsula,
relaxing at the Blue Bay Club,
sipping Margaritas.
Glorius early morning beach,
I set out for a morning run,
soft white sand tingles beneath my feet,
under the cancun sun.
This unsurpassable paradise,
the Caribbean sea of turquoise waves,
I dreamingly feast my eyes,
upon this magical place,
right beneath the Cancun sun....

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I've just taken a few sips
 of blackberry wine
From the door peninsula winery
Baby where have you been all my life
Was the first taste 
of its refinement
I've had good wine
 from Michigan
But this one caught my desire
I'm going to traverse the 
Wisconsin areas winery's soon
I'm usually fiercely loyal
But it must be time
To expand my horizons
Wisconsin you are growing 
inside my mind
Oh the things to explore
and find...

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A crinkled shore on the Upper Peninsula.
We are hunting Golden Eagles.

You find a small stone.
On the surface, a crimp and cockle
of wind and waves
has rucked an impression
of an eagle in flight.

“It's only ripple art, not even
a good depiction,
just water-wear. “
I say.

You throw it back into Lake Huron,
won’t hold my hand,
won’t even look at me,
until I admit the possibility
of divine crinkles....

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A crinkled shore on the Upper Peninsula.
We are hunting Golden Eagles.
Cameras fully loaded.

You find a small stone,
on it, a crimp and cockle
of wind and waves
has rucked an impression
of an eagle in flight.

“It's only ripple art, not even
a good depiction,
just water-wear. “
I say.

You throw it back into Lake Huron,
won’t hold my hand,
won’t even look at me,
until I admit the possibility
of prophetically placed crinkles....

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I wonder why it started
Alcoholism, depression, and panic attacks
But It all makes sense once I trace it all back
Far away on an ancient peninsula
We thought we were superior,
Acted like Caligula,
Drunk I would piss on the mounds
Knowing now I’m Cursed, For desecrating their sacred grounds
Touched by darkness
Never to be the same
The rest of my life
Living in fear and shame.
The ghost that stayed with me,
Never again will I be free.
JEV...

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At the shore’s edge of the Pontchartrain
a small barren peninsula protrudes
where a lonely couple gazes toward
the lighthouse perched at its end.
Its shadow partially obstructing
the bright pallet of a setting sun.
It precariously hovers on the horizon
for one last fleeting moment.
Its hues’ are awash by the mist
ascending each step of the seawall.
Just beyond, a sailing ship gracefully
glides along the crystal lake,
its sails waving a tranquil
and cherished farewell....

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