Wharfs Poems - Poems about Wharfs

...The Ohio wipes its face every few miles. A bend in the river forgets the wharfs, the gravel silos and power plants, only occasional coal barges push an industrial past before them. Here catta......

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...Herons fragment the mist, appear and disappear while remaining motionless. The skiff rocks as a coal barge trundles past. A dewy sky shivers. Nowadays he just sits in a boat looking at Ohio. T......

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...I was born to a city. Once was that city, grout and soot were my bloodline I was in it that city, and it was in me, my eyes were hundreds of windows, thousands of street lamps. I was hoo......

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...The Ohio wipes its face every few miles. This bend in the river forgets the wharfs, the gravel silos and power plants, only occasional coal barges push an industrial flatus before them. Here......

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...Gray are the lives that matter, departed poems in a gray post-dated heaven; ‘silvery-gray,’ as the dead are said to say. Paris was built gray; in summer, the trees and the umbrellas upload colo......

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...5/19/17 Lost in space Little to no faith Can't find my place Or always keep up the pace Among animals and the human race Don't recognize the face I see in the mirror, not even a fragment o......

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...Elizabeth: squat river with cranes, tugs, wharfs abristle, Its broad, deep-dredged breadth plied by warship and merchant mammoth, Ships with haughty grandeur gliding along buoyed channel— Lofty ti......

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...Pale sleep awakens. Another light scorns the earth as crooked fingers lash down, their jagged streaks slashed by nagging pall puffs, shattered by lofty white swirls. Breath drawn in- then ......

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...The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Eleven Once a wounded turtle dove ground out its pain in a bare poplar When autumn sunset bid bitter farewells to the lone star Three black liana lassies trudgin......

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...for Alan Painter I have put into many ports labelled: handle with care stood on the wharfs, bare-shouldered up to the knee, unloading cashew and coconuts and th......

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...- Drones abound the London sky Search lights stray and flick to something and nothing The bicycle dings its bell every sixth house As the warden swishes his front tyre left and right up the empty e......

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...Waters rise, engulf the land and other ruses we devise to block their flow, to stem the tides. Anxious, we are left to ride the waves on fragile barques bereft of sails. Such flimsy arks (mere ba......

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...Superman I is. Super- mess, for me, a wiz.. Lurking here, in my Fortress of Squalidtude. Like a warehouse waiting to ignite, I'd hardly put up a fight. One way to clear it up, become a street ......

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