"wharfs" poems - Hello Poetry

I gazed into his eyes like beads of sweat Blacker than the empty spacious depths Around the little bridge-like tiny speck, An ember on His hearth We only think is worth Its broken wharfs. He said to me: "Son, don't fear empty bluffs. They may be steep but they're not steep enough." And judging by the ace tucked in his cuff, I knew he would be true And his tale would be true too About the wharfs. "Throughout the many vicious centuries The motor of it always seems to freeze Until the kindled flame does hit the breeze And thaws its frostbit joints And burns the hand that points Out from the wharf." He cleared his throat and then he said aloud: "Is piety reaped from fertile ground? Or by the planter's hand is it endowed? The answer lies in strife So mount the throne of life Far from the wharf."

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Aug 15, 2017

Aug 15, 2017 at 5:09 PM UTC

Brody_Blue

Far From the Wharf

I gazed into his eyes like beads of sweat Blacker than the empty spacious depths Around the little bridge-like tiny speck, An ember on His hearth We only think is worth Its broken wharfs. He said to me: "Son, don't fear empty bluffs. They may be steep but they're not steep enough." And judging by the ace tucked in his cuff, I knew he would be true And his tale would be true too About the wharfs. "Throughout the many vicious centuries The motor of it always seems to freeze Until the kindled flame does hit the breeze And thaws its frostbit joints And burns the hand that points Out from the wharf." He cleared his throat and then he said aloud: "Is piety reaped from fertile ground? Or by the planter's hand is it endowed? The answer lies in strife So mount the throne of life Far from the wharf."

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the charm of French Colonial style with Cajun cooking promised -"genuine!" - at every second door jazz bands at every other the flair of well-groomed wealth and savoir vivre exuding from St. Charles´ porticos, the restaurants on Calle du Roi, the campuses of Tulane, UNO, and Loyola the grandeur of the superdome the open space of Audubon and City Park oakes draped with Spanish Moss alive with jogging, skating, biking, walking health between the nights - all this makes you almost forget the city project housings slumming beneath the highrise business shadows crime ridden, floating on neverending waves of dime-a-dozen tunes from hi-fi stereos of cruising cars the grand lake spoiled for generations with the big city's waste, the 'father of rivers' dwarfed beyond repair by wharfs and cranes and fortified embankments that line his banks as far as you can see and far beyond a shotgun wedding of the rich and poor, the black and white, torn by the struggle to ascend from shotgun to colonial to the soft sound of dixie * * *

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Jun 29, 2015

Jun 29, 2015 at 3:45 PM UTC

wwhoelbling

new orleans

the charm of French Colonial style with Cajun cooking promised -"genuine!" - at every second door jazz bands at every other the flair of well-groomed wealth and savoir vivre exuding from St. Charles´ porticos, the restaurants on Calle du Roi, the campuses of Tulane, UNO, and Loyola the grandeur of the superdome the open space of Audubon and City Park oakes draped with Spanish Moss alive with jogging, skating, biking, walking health between the nights - all this makes you almost forget the city project housings slumming beneath the highrise business shadows crime ridden, floating on neverending waves of dime-a-dozen tunes from hi-fi stereos of cruising cars the grand lake spoiled for generations with the big city's waste, the 'father of rivers' dwarfed beyond repair by wharfs and cranes and fortified embankments that line his banks as far as you can see and far beyond a shotgun wedding of the rich and poor, the black and white, torn by the struggle to ascend from shotgun to colonial to the soft sound of dixie * * *

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WE OUT HIP DEEP IN THESE WAVES A LIFE CREATOR IN THESE WAVES PUTTING HER HAIR UP IN A PONYTAIL SHE’S MY OWN SURFER GAL YES! HER NECKLACE’S MADE OF SHARK TEETH AN ANCHOR ON HER LEFT THIGH HER BLUSHING WHISPER’S IN THE SEASHELLS PUT BALANCE IN THE POSITIONS YEA SHE’S OUT ON TOP OF MY SURFBOARD IN THESE WAVES SKRRRT A TSUNAMI FORMING IN THESE WAVES PEOPLE RUSHIN' TO THE LAND SHE GON' BE A WASH UP ON THE SAND SMALL BABY TURTLES FROM THEIR SMALL HOLE COMING FOR HER RESCUE COASTS ALL GLO'D UP OATMEAL COLORED CONSTELLATIONS SHE WALKED UP TO ME WITH A BLANK JELLYFISH HAND IN HAND, GIVE N TAKE BACK N FORTH, MY LIL MERMAID COUPLE OF SEAPORTS IN HER HAIR 2 STARFISHES COVERING HER ******* SEAWEED HANGING AROUND HER HIPS FROM QUAYSIDES WIT THEM WHARFS TO A LITTLE HUMAN BODY LAID IN THE SAND JUST THEM DRIFTIN TIDES

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May 29, 2017

May 29, 2017 at 3:42 PM UTC

stevieidle

SURF

WE OUT HIP DEEP IN THESE WAVES A LIFE CREATOR IN THESE WAVES PUTTING HER HAIR UP IN A PONYTAIL SHE’S MY OWN SURFER GAL YES! HER NECKLACE’S MADE OF SHARK TEETH AN ANCHOR ON HER LEFT THIGH HER BLUSHING WHISPER’S IN THE SEASHELLS PUT BALANCE IN THE POSITIONS YEA SHE’S OUT ON TOP OF MY SURFBOARD IN THESE WAVES SKRRRT A TSUNAMI FORMING IN THESE WAVES PEOPLE RUSHIN' TO THE LAND SHE GON' BE A WASH UP ON THE SAND SMALL BABY TURTLES FROM THEIR SMALL HOLE COMING FOR HER RESCUE COASTS ALL GLO'D UP OATMEAL COLORED CONSTELLATIONS SHE WALKED UP TO ME WITH A BLANK JELLYFISH HAND IN HAND, GIVE N TAKE BACK N FORTH, MY LIL MERMAID COUPLE OF SEAPORTS IN HER HAIR 2 STARFISHES COVERING HER ******* SEAWEED HANGING AROUND HER HIPS FROM QUAYSIDES WIT THEM WHARFS TO A LITTLE HUMAN BODY LAID IN THE SAND JUST THEM DRIFTIN TIDES

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