Short Quay Poems

It's raining fish
Big jumping fish
On river Quay....

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A guard in the post
A ship anchored in the quay
Awaits passengers....

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empty days pass
    on quay watching ships aligned
      without  horizon...

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On the quay where travel departs
            is where dreams and mirages
             take all possible forms...

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Falling Curtain



Retirement phase
Quay of sundry events
Dormant Volcano!

Copyright Anulaxmi Nayak ,17th September 2018...

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Ask to gain insight
through poet’s sighs  answer pries
open to adore




Tried to say more than a haiku allows
(aloud)...

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Queerly
Quakily
Quietly
Quaintly
Questingly
Curiously
Quibbiling
Q
Quickly
Quartering
Quahogs
Quoting
Quay-like
Quiet
Curious
Q...

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When Janice ate fish on the quay,
Next morning her pee smelled fishy,
She said Oh MY God
My pee smells of cod
Fish odour I did not foresee!





05/23/21...

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That first sip of kickapoo juice to start the morn
The old ship starts a-sailing, taking off from home port
Even still tied to the quay
No stopping me, it's out to sea
Dragging the pier with me, our minds we transport...

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“Whoever against a child does offend
stands before all utterly condemned
     to be thrown off the quay,
     being submerged in the sea 
a stone round your neck to bring life to an end.”

Paraphrasing words of Jesus from Mark 9.42...

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Hazel the eyes that dim on flight
And gazing low, she pauses there
On royal boat to rest on quay.
Fair princess knows what to rewrite
While bridal court duly prepares
Against her will, she rows away.


Senses For A Sextet
Ashley Conte. 11/8/13...

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He, the lighthouse beacon 
keeping harm at bay

I, the wind tossed ship
in a violent storm near the quay

Lightning flashed, his strobe dimmed
On jagged rocks I ran aground

Flotsam floating from the wreckage
the tragic night I drowned...

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w i s p s	              l
	    of	            c
	       seaward

b    b     i     g     
   o     b    n     colours

CLANKING MASTS

empty
         l
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         b
         s
         t
        e
        r
        p o t s
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ABEL  TASMAN    -  DIARY  1642


Long since we left the quay,  
My glass has scanned  the astral dome.
Bright though these stars may be, 
They are not the stars of home.





5  January   2020

…………………………………………………………………………….

NOTE  The Dutchman Abel Tasman discovered Tasmania, New Zealand, and Fiji....

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Under the celestial awing,
there are degrees of darkness
stygian and silky night-blue.
Secret light seeps out of hurts
soon absorbed by night´s hue.
By the quay, lovers watch the light
Commit suicide in dark waters.
Night prowlers with knives
killing someone with a passion
and bath in blood at midnight.

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Unseeing Streetlamps 


Under the celestial awing
degrees of darkness
Stygian night or silky blue
Secret light seeps out of
manifold hurts
soon absorbed by night's hue 
By the quay, lovers watch the light
commit suicide 
in dark waters
Only the sleepless see this 
and prowlers with knives 
killing with passion...

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The pursuers


Under the celestial awing 
there are degrees of darkness
stygian and silky night-blue.
Secret light seeps out of hurts
soon absorbed by night´s hue.
By the quay, lovers watch the light
Commit suicide in dark waters.
Night prowlers with knives
killing someone with a passion
and bath in blood at midnight....

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Dear God, thank You for this new day,
You are my rock, my hiding quay,
My heart's shining enlight'ning Ray,
Be Thou my guide, be Thou my stay,
Show me Thy will, help me to pray,
Lead me along this life's lone way,
Strengthen Thou me, fears keep away,
Thank You for hearing what I say.
Amen.



11.12.19
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Will I make tea? 
Yes, if you’re free.
I seem to be. 
No sugar for me.

Is the kettle hot?  
Oh! No, it’s not.
And water in pot?  
Sorry, I just forgot.

Why do you frown?  
You’re such a clown.
I’ve let you down.  
We’ll go into town.

To have our tea?   
Yes, treats on me.
Tea at the quay?    
Yes, by the sea.

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Syringes in fence palings
condoms on park benches
street sweeper drinks whiskey
at four in the morning
opera house silhouettes
the bridge of dawn
first ferry tugs out
rust and ropes
like stale sex
herald the rising sun
Circular Quay swims
with grey suits
and mid length skirts  
dark stocking like
instep, to the beat
of yesterday....

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How graceful the swan’s pose that circles a quay 
Her elegant plumes flitting away, 
To dance as night-tide approaches 
When furled gait twitches, 
In a  bold
Pose!
Stars behold
This charm like a rose,
As waltzes on tides enclose
The bloomed poses of her last display.
How graceful the swan’s pose that circles a quay....

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The Stalkers

Under the celestial awning
There are degrees of darkness 
Stygian and silky night - blue 
Secret light seeps out of hurts
Soon absorbed by night`s hue 
By the quay lovers watch light
Commit suicide in dark waters
Only the sleepless see this and 
Night prowlers with knives 
 Killing someone with passion 
And bath in blood at midnight...

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When Donald Trump rants
or a drunk pulls down his wet pants

Mike Pompeo runs his detention camps
in Gods name of course

When the Fox
Is wiser than the hen

One day Freddie
will boil in mercury

never to come back
from the dead

Queens will have their say
Pushing the bully over to the quay

When arrogance yells high on the hilltops
NO COMMENT...

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Walking hand in hand 'long the quay,

We enjoy the cool breeze,

A big ship's anchored faraway,

We head toward the seas,

Watching the grey and orange skies,

Our problems we forget,

Together in all lows and highs,

We move towards sunset.


04/12/19


Picture #3
Free verse or rhyme poetry in its beauty contest 
Sponsor: Eve Roper...

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R-ide like the howling wind
O-n a wave of popularity
W-ill make one drown
E-ven in the shallow sea.
N-ight sail in the deep ocean at the threat of the coming storm
A-llows one to feel the peril, so do the lizard, snake, and worm.

M-onth of cold December
O-n twenty-second break of day; 
I-ncoming dangerous surge,
N-emesis and risk don't arrive 
A-t the quay....

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