Silty Poems - Poems about Silty

... O raja reigning is the light of all lights electric rays beaming oscillating waves I embody my spirit in a physical form I kindly request her divinity to roam beseeching with contrition ......

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...Touching time, towering, vast Time stands high in grand relief. Layered stories trace the past, Etched in stone, stark and brief As I wander through a layered cake of time. Guarding the desert,......

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...My feet touches the bottom land As my feeling start to quiver damn Scratching those toes on silty sand In the hope I can find a clam. Fortune pay a price in waiting Inch by inch I'm starting t......

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... I was born cradled inside your palm within the perimeters of a safe haven brought to life by loving silty fingers Rose is what I heard you call me staying true to my appellative name......

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...a bed of stones unloosed to spill from its path through fresh waters flow to the distant sea laving pebbles from its silty rough wrath from rivers fresh to brackish brine's debris the journey end......

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...Sharks in the ocean, killer whales - prevalence of predators in knee deep water, all because men know better. They, we - bring disaster to the shore, to the salty, silty, haven of children, coup......

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...The ocean churns, deep in the bowels of its great stomach A scurvy, a barnacle, a flag flung high amast From deep, deep down inside, below pressure boiling Bones exploding, windpipes constri......

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...Hilda my partner turned in her bed as the early morning train hurtled by at breakneck speed sending tremors round our dwelling. Those long flowing tresses embrace the shafts of first light so enthus......

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...Inland swimming pool. Between two hills, a chasm, in winters rain fills up the gap a lake is born, in May, June and the middle of July the water is fine, if a bit greying. The lake has no out......

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...Kelso has a boat smeared to the gunnels, with cawk and greasy weeds. Kelso is old enough to be free of care, his dog don't care neither. At the prow of dawn he hauls dripping lobsters in ......

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...William walks the Thameside path to skirt the Whitecross public house beside the bankside boats some covered by their winter canvas coats and strewn with planks and dollies some sitting on the......

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...November's winter sun is bleeding low where cold Thames makes a tidal run and also gentler pewter flow towards the city docks, the sea, towards the rising of the sun A single coot beside ......

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...Skirting church on Puig de Missa, then down the slope towards the river, St Eularia's Rui, with path that winds on to the sea. Past the smelly goats, where poking little fingers get nibbled, and ......

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...Kelso has a boat smeared to the gunnels, with cawk and greasy weeds. At a prow of dawn he hauls dripping lobster, and their pots up the scummy steps of the silty stone harbor, pushing a bar......

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...DIG Dig with spade and a soulful heart, Destiny’s soil chambered beneath. Dust chalice canvas, questing art — Dovelike Wings of lily bequeath. Dig deep into the chasm of love — Desired silt......

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