Charles Babbage
The full package
His invention tidal bore
Led to computers galore!
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2nd place: ABCD Clerihew - 4 Lines contest; Sponsored by Joseph May
Categories:
tidal bore, computer, internet, science, technology,
Form: Clerihew
I found her jacket folded 'midst the drift,
Atop her shoes but 'neath a ribbon, red,
Tied to a strainer that she'd used to sift
The sand, for treasures left by tidal shed ...
The streamer I had given her that morn,
Around a bunch of flowers and the ring
Upon which all our promises were borne -
Our romance and our future, taken wing ...
Her note had led me here so I could find
Her single set of footprints on the shore,
That to our special spot, did slowly wind,
Then disappeared into the tidal bore ...
That answer, I can now ne'er understand -
The words 'I'm sorry' ... written in the sand.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Footprints Old Or New For A Prize" Poetry Contest, Carolyn Devonshire, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "English Sonnets" Poetry Contest, Emile Pinet, Judge & Sponsor.
( Syllables = ten per line, counted at HowManySyllables.com )
Categories:
tidal bore, bereavement, ocean, proposal, sea,
Form: Sonnet
Several sirens singing on the shore
Called Calypso’s crew for them to adore.
Willing witless wanderers;
Oblivious obeyers,
Which waves washed through a rocky tidal bore.
Svelte sisters sieved the sailor’s gore
That the salty surging sea cast ashore.
Boiling briny blunderers
With olive oil and oysters
And feasting until they could eat no more.
Categories:
tidal bore, betrayal, dark, evil, men,
Form: Limerick
He hung there, a sobering sight,
like the full moon on a misty night.
John Riox, smothered in slime,
ghastly ghost adrift in time.
He wrestles ropes of rubbery kelp,
his sunken eyes pleading for help.
The sight of him will leave you numb.
He moans for mercy that never comes.
Eleven sailors lost their lives,
left their children, left their wives.
The Saxby Gale tore up the shore,
shaking hands with Tidal Bore.
Sardines knew a storm was near.
The fishermen found empty weirs.
That should have given them a clue.
Across the waves a south wind blew.
Grand Manan lost every ship.
Forests fell, rooftops ripped.
What wicked witch could cast a spell
that wiggled through the gates of Hell?
If you're ever down near Dead Man's Cove,
so the story's often told,
a pair of legs might wander by.
So keep your wits when specters fly.
The ghost of John appears to some.
Perhaps you'll be the lucky one.
He's waiting for a friendly wind
to come and blow him home again.
Categories:
tidal bore, death, sea, storm, weather,
Form: Rhyme
Spring tide
pounding against
a rocky relationship
between the
new moon and
earth’s pie in the sky.
On an island
of one’s own making
in the mind —
like a whirlpool
when imagination
slips away
on a one-way
ticket to disaster —
no peace to find.
Stonewalling
rest with stress
and anxiety.
No sleep
on a tidal bore
without soporifics
in a
midnight typhoon
pawning fantasy.
by Berteena
Harmony of the Soul
February 3, 2019
Categories:
tidal bore, anxiety, depression, dream, imagination,
Form: Free verse
Turn into a transparent cloud
and find your way to Heaven;
take a voyage into the unknown
with an excitement never allowed.
Glance at the vast cosmos without perplexity,
they are the gifts that God meant for Humanity;
more earths and moons not visible to human eyes...
await us tomorrow, boldness can overcome demises.
New awesome universes that Galileo and others never saw;
wonders revealed by images appearing from dots that glow,
and with your gaze up: be inspired, be charmed, be vowed
by the gleaming galaxies that nobody until now has named.
Is it only your ultimate dream to venture and conquer all?
No, that's everybody's dream to own planets and more!
Anxiety can incite, but expectancy to find life is minimal;
will you find rivers that flow, beaches with a tidal bore?
Categories:
tidal bore, adventure, anxiety, dream, god,
Form: Free verse
Driftwood Fire
Today, I walked the rocky shore
Enjoying the winds wild choir
And gathered there as I have before
The fuel for a driftwood fire.
Where came these twists of tortured wood?
That lay here bare and dry
From lands afar where once they stood?
Now come here bye and bye?
Or from its home, here, back once more
Wave tossed upon the sand
From fragrant woods, down tidal bore
Now to my eager hand?
It matters not from where they came
From what land or sea that they have been
Upon our shore they’re all the same
Left here for me to glean.
Then to my home I take these twists
Weathered grey, no colour do they inspire
Until winter’s cold and sea’s first mists
Give way to a driftwood fire.
Then castles tall with banners bold
Are built within the flame
With a sunset’s palette their stories told
And beauty they will regain.
Categories:
tidal bore, nature
Form: I do not know?
Washed away on current strong,
Into the sea, he's gone...
No more button eye smiles,
No more tattered shirt,
Oh my poor old Teddy-Bear,
I truely feel your hurt.
Categories:
tidal bore, childhood, devotion, fantasy, loss,
Form: Rhyme
It all started with a single tear.
You might have been far from it,
You might have been near,
But tears turn to puddles fast,
Congregrating, to streams, at last,
From a multitude of streams, a river flows''
to a tidal bore
I DO MY DUTY,all zo
ISELATER
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Categories:
tidal bore, angst, brother, computer-internet, sorry,
Form: I do not know?