An Airliner on its regular schedule
It seems the Airliner was stuck in an anywhere time module
The Airliner would take off in fligh5t in the present, but would go from current into unknown times
The flight would be smooth
The destination was supposed to be from Los Angeles to Chicago
The passengers, Pilot and entire Flight crew themselves going from through historical past
It planned on the Flight chart
Even the passengers had no idea as to what was going on and what was transpiring
Confusion and concern running through everybody’s mind
No explanation could be expelled into why and what was happening on the Airliner
Finding their way to where?
There was no getaway only time traveling entry way
Fuel was getting low
The airliner in flight, but seemed locked in time to anywhere
Stuck in time to nowhere bound
They couldn’t even return back to their time where everything started
Airliner in its own search, but loss in no find.
Categories:
wharf, adventure, anxiety, assonance, business,
Form: Free verse
On the seawall a rocky jutting shore
and white breasted gulls and shags flit the sky.
Yes, there was a time but not anymore
I gazed the stars over Whenuapai.
Crazed by lunar tide and hearts asunder -
some Anglo-Saxon lass or native girl,
or some legless dumb fool fallen under
feeding the fishes with a mighty hurl!
Its dark undercurrents reminiscent
and its depths of malaise I drank away,
but now my star glows less incandescent
upon these springs of youth in beard of grey.
By the salt marshes of this cold gulf sea
I carved my name for a posterity.
Written: February 1995
Categories:
wharf, memory, youth,
Form: Sonnet
Beautiful San Francisco
In Northern California,
By the Bay,
There it is,
That beautiful city,
It’s the city Tony Bennett
Sings of
“I Left My Heart in San Francisco”
Those lovely trolley cars,
Make it so unique,
Nob Hill, a street we all know,
Fisherman’s Wharf, an interesting
Array of shops,
That famous Golden Gate Bridge,
My Dad told us he sailed by it
On his way to Korea,
During the Korean War,
My whole family got to see
San Francisco,
For my Dad, it was special,
Home to the 49ers football team,
Beautiful San Francisco,
In Northern California,
By the Bay,
There it is,
That Beautiful City,
It’s the city Tony Bennett
Sings of
“I Left My Heart in San Francisco”.
Celine Rose Mariotti
Categories:
wharf, beautiful, city,
Form: Free verse
This place smells nasty to me
Any place I’d rather be
Fisherman Wharf, yes, I know.
Fresh everything caught below.
Pungency of fish galore
Smell I truly do abhor
Shrimp tastes too fishy for me.
To Midwest I’d rather be.
Categories:
wharf, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Jueju
Salty,
Windy,
Dense,
And thick.
Even the black-and-white checkered
Sink
Smells like fish.
Categories:
wharf, travel,
Form: Free verse
Wharf Stoush
Twenty years ago I drove a bus, day or night,
For Brisbane council yes I drove blue Panthers I'm no skite,
To New Farm Wharf I drove a load of passengers, orright,
But one big Wharfie picked on me, and ordered me to fight,
He said I drove a cattle truck, I agreed that he was right,
With seventy people on the bus, the crowd was packed so tight,
They stood and watched and waited, while he and I'd alight,
They'd see the match a blood sport, their favorite delight ,
He came for me a flailing, with arms both swinging, bright,
A straight left flashed to hit his chin, he fell alright,
His hat flew off it left him it sailed on out of sight,
He said “thank you Mr” and walked into the nite.
Shani Fassbender
Contest Name Tell Me a Secret
Categories:
wharf, adventure, me, me,
Form: Monorhyme
To Lovell's Wharf Warwick and I would go,
In need to find what little of our selfs was left,
After the storm-passions of domestic life had carved their share.
Answering the call, as mating birds do, we took up the song,
Beating rhythmically across her waters,
To follow her scent riding high on the wind,
To amble gently to her side.
Finding our images mirrored in her depths,
Realising the way that lay ahead,
Past feathered lovers feeding quietly by her banks,
Past the place where I dared Warwick jump,
Towards the foreign ships wherein had always lain adventure.
Remembering those nights Margaret and Suzie - the sailor's friends
Prospered fully by surrendering themselves,
Remembering too, but some yards from Lovell's Wharf;
I lost what little innocence I had stored.
Categories:
wharf, childhood, nostalgia,
Form: Free verse