Life is so quiet, you see, on the abyssal plain. / There, in a drench of dark and suffocating cold, / With feelers like feeble spines – or…
So many of my poems involve the sea: its life-giving warmth or deathly coldness: its plays of light and abysmal gloom. I am still trying fully to work out why; but here, it serves as a commemoration of all those who tried (or rather, who might have tried) – yet failed. Perhaps the depths of the blackest Pacific trenches may yet turn out to be lined with tweed or festooned with the latest hi-fi, HD television sets.
Maybe it’s time for us to grow up / To open our eyes and wake up / To the fact that the world revolves around the Sun / And not around a la…
She swayed her hips round and round like a hula-hoop in full force. In a rhythmic beat she bumped his sides from time to time as she sens…
I live in Florida and we were experiencing a lot of hurricanes. During Hurricane Frances, I kept busy working on this piece. What I want to point out is that the hurricane is trying to make a name for herself by destroying people’s lives. Since God made man from clay, I used the dad – Florida (land) and the mom – Atlantic (water). Everyone knows how hurricanes are fueled by warmth so the seductiveness of Florida’s heat played into strengthening the hurricane (enabling her to hop over islands – to get to the family.)
Oceans Apart I grew up in New England, Boston specifically, frequenting the beaches of the area that were immediately accessible. Havi…
A comparison of Atlantic/Pacific Oceans
There, there, / don’t hold your tears. / It’s in your eyes that big blue dream, / like suspended on each ripple – / holding hostage that s…
one day out on an isolated island…
Plastic Atlantic, buildup, breakdown, toxic osomosis.
This leads me to wonder what goes on in men’s underwear that we aren’t seeing.
I hope any men that may read this don’t take offense, it was not written to insult but to tease and give someone a giggle! I came up with the idea of writing this after Scott, once again, said he was thinking of “Nothing.” My Mom has told me that Dad says the same thing, as have a couple of other friends of mine. Enjoy!
maybe we could send details to the Guinness Book of Records
Icelandic groans of spectral profound / Ripple forth from frozen wombs / Augural creaks ominously resound / What veiled chants Vatnajokull a…
Ocean waves;...water textures II… got a feature!...
Ocean waves;...water textures II… got a feature!...
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