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Gim-mee

there is nothing more redundant than a beach full of gulls vile feathered appetites dressed all alike all mewing and pleading for more, more, more painting houses, picnic tables and signs splatting people, cars and pets natures graffiti artists beach brigands sand strand scroungers trash can... Sign in to see full entry.

Bird Song

a latin word cannot convey the subtle beauty of bird’s song nor can a camera’s dead eye see the pine bough or the myrtle tree no poem could evoke the happiness of being alone in a misty fernbrake listening to the melody of nature floating upward with the fog bank as the sun warms the morning sky Sign in to see full entry.

Winter Gulls

lazy, shiftless, winter gulls drifting aimlessly over galumphing waves scavenging among the stones for a picnic’s spoiled remains. ole crow sits on a naked branch peering at me pensively hoping i will leave behind the broken bits of my breakfast when the first sunbeam rends the mists the feathered... Sign in to see full entry.

Heceta Head

Contridiction is -- watching the ocean while listening to the news mass murder and gentle surf punctuated by commentation laced with draughts of honey sweetened coffee. the stock market rises and falls as snow-white terns dip carelessly in and out of fresh sunbeams. outraged citizens and talking... Sign in to see full entry.

The Sea Song

storm scoured shores with white sand beaches spouting whales and passing ships silent voices ride the trade winds long lost songs from long dead lips tangled in the stunted spruces where they reach a banshee pitch that causes puffed up sparrows to shiver and drives the bunnies to the ditch where the... Sign in to see full entry.

My Crow

I have a crow that sings to me each morning from his awkward perch he fluffs and blusters, dipping deep at the end of every verse he never holds his notes, just raps in staccato little chants that help the reluctant morning sun arise and when the first rose halo tints the eastern sky crow unfurls... Sign in to see full entry.

Beater

I was a park ranger for 11 years... Grey waves rake at the edge of the rocky strand embroidering a fringe that separates stone from sand the storm waves are breaking far out from the bar bucking and pitching like broncos unwilling to abide the heavy bank of clouds clinging tightly to the soggy... Sign in to see full entry.

I need to 'splain this poem -- It was written as part of a group assignment, the prompt was " Write To The Dark Side". Most of the material is borrowed from other experiences that were brought up in our discussion. This is not about me, I am generally a pretty happy sort. Let darkness be my shelter... Sign in to see full entry.

Birthday Bluz

I think back on the days gone by and memories that oughta be while looking down to to find my feet and guessing where they gotta be ya see my belly's in the way there seems to be a lotta me it is my misspent youth come back to haunt me through eternity. All my habits now are bad my rights have all... Sign in to see full entry.

Requiem

The beach is new with every passing wave this moment’s breeze shall never come again yet moments are the treasured memories placed forever in a loving heart to save. it is so wrong to spend a life in fear the world might end and life would cease to be for life is best lived like the wind and waves a... Sign in to see full entry.

Oregon Coast Institute of Loose Ends

Tuesday, February 19, 2019