Archive for the ‘Verse’ Category

Here I write a red poem,
Sophie Tucker red,
‘The last of the red hot mama’s red’
It is a hard Tap Dancing Red,
St. Valentine’s red…
Cinnamon Apple scented red…
Georgio sweet smelling red,
Victoria Secret Red,
Morning sunrise red,
Red Hot lipstick red,
The blush on your cheeks red,
Happy Go Lucky Red,
Written with my flaming Pink Craylo Pen,
On this October day…
Oh you kid!
- Dorthy (Alves) Holmes

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Fair weather paddlers are chased by clouds
back to the shelter of Subarus and coffee shops
leaving
the world silent
apart from the sound
of dipping paddles and distant thunder.

I can’t speak for others, but I can speak for myself when I say the coming of autumn fills me with the desire to hit the open road…

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A Sea Dirge by Lewis Carroll

There are certain things as, a spider, a ghost,
The income-tax, gout, an umbrella for three…
That I hate, but the thing that I hate the most
Is a thing they call the Sea.
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Here’s hoping that war will cease and that famine and poverty
will go away.
Here’s to no one being too rich at the expense of someone
being too poor.
Here’s to hoping everyone will have clean water to drink.
Here’s hoping that everyone will have a home.

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Paddling & poetry often go together, at least in my crazy head. In paddling poetry is everywhere; In those moments you look up over a break wall to see dark clouds coming from beyond. When you hear a the whistle of a sudden wind against your ear that forces your eyes to scan all directions of the horizon.  When a first drop of rain taps on your hull with the sound of a muted snare. When the surf captures you and you realize that you are suddenly without any control. When you find yourself upside down in a dark, airless, cold silence.  When the VHF blurts unintelligible static into a moment of  thick humid nothing. When the sun sets over a snow covered shore. These are just a few of the sensual moments of paddling that sometimes sing like poetry.

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Earth’s Answer

Earth raised up her head
From the darkness dread and drear,
Her light fled,
Stony, dread,
And her locks covered with grey despair.

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