Short Slicks Poems

Molten amber honey drip
'Ris that venom slicks her tongue
Gnashing grin gnaw heaven's grip
Slam damn me with dirges sung...

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racing
burning rubber
smoke rolling from hot slicks
watching the track, at starting line
signals turning from red, yellow, then green
engine revved up, dumping the clutch
leg shaking, tires squalling
quickest wins first
racing...

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The Rain In Spain falls gently on the Plain

In NYC it backs up sewers once again

Creating puddles that take two weeks to drain

Oil slicks abound the terrain

Causing motorcyclists lots of pain

Cursing and Swearing is what sustains 

In the Abundance of Late-Running Trains...

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"Unfortunately, it’s unrealistic to rescue all wildlife impacted during oil spills." - quote by NOAA on oil-spills
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Even oil spills on ocean surface roars
Grieving the odd dead birds washed up on shores
A few gallons slicks, crude sink
Spillers and Skimmers off sync
Priceless space tools - a gamble on all fours...

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Morning

Slumbering in the shallow of sleep
where memories of movies are seen
The shift of the pebbles
nibbled by tiny crabs
senses of songs
“ What was is all about Alfie?”
Repeat itself 
saddened by life's  vagary 
Dreams like oil slicks on the surface
of water-polluted thoughts
thrown into the tidal sand 
Sinking into Hypnos's arms
wake, when birds sing
the blue hope 


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Weather looked upon not contemplating
Shores forgot, wisped away to beaches anew
This place that place, sea of blue
Set close not too far
voices in the wind here we are
Rods set tall and straight here it is 
we will wait
Lines tightened, rods a bent
fresh bait with old scent
Slicks rolling in crests of waves
Just beyond a bubbling fish raves
Set the hook reel the line
Buddies of fish it's dinnertime...

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Somewhere past the fallen limbs
Of old tangled oaks and elm
Breaking silence as lighting dims
Rushing whispers split the realm

Mocking silence with a hush 
It slicks the stones of shallow brook,
Exalting in babble with a gush,
I turn to take a humble look.

Searching fluid sounds of creation
Articulating His wordless voice, 
Tears fall dryly at my sublimation
To waters endless song , rejoice.

Brenda Atry
September 28, 2011...

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fly me away
high above the waves
 
looking down into the depths 
jellyfish cresting waves
minnows in the shallows
silvery slicks of scales
salted air dotted 
with sprinkly sand
 
painted sea shells
crabs coddling the sand, 
sealing pacts with the water.
 
eels electric in nature
spiraling driftwood
winds whip like cream up around my body.
 
Heaven's scent
glowing ringlets reflected
in the water
 
Stars in charge 
coming home to a place to be....

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Some poetic thoughts bubble
to the top of your deep waters.

There they congregate, bobbing up and down
forming slicks, oily smears that linger
only to accuse you later when you return to them.

There is a detergent for cleaning them up
it comes in a small spray can
labeled 'revise, edit, or delete.'

Fore heaven's sake
don't let them burst and spill
over the pristine innocence of a page.

Many whopping environmental disasters
begin with a wee smudge....

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The sun is long in it's shadows today
spreading it's virtue 'cross my living room floor
Generic beige carpet is suddenly enriched
with luxury touching each fiber and stitch
And here I'm lounged out -
with my eyes closed just thinking
about lion fish and their stiff poisonous spines
when suddenly sunshine lifts cracks in my lids
and turns them to colors of fresh oil slicks
I dream.
This day in winter is exactly what it should be
Hello to the Tropics and hello to me......

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Overcast the day
  painted slate blue and gray
taps on the roof gently fall
  as the ground slicks rains pall.

Cool the February calm
  with icy rain the seasons balm
stealth and slow the cloud cover
  waiting patient hold at hover.

Wintry mix of rain, ice and snow
  sweeps light across the misty flow
easing in throughout the morning
   marking time in solemn warning.

Start to a new week
  Monday morning creeks
winter's promise foretold
  a stormy day to unfold....

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