Best Wharf Poems

The tide worn and barnacled pylons
holding up the wharf wobble 
on a sea swell like loose teeth.
Most of the decking planks
are missing. Those that remain 
span joists with bones
of rotted wood fastened down
with rust. A chain wire fence 
bars public access
and a large red sign
screams...

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Wharf Stoush

Twenty years ago I drove a bus, day or night, 
For Brisbane council yes I drove blue Panthers I'm no skite,
To New Farm Wharf I drove a load of passengers, orright, 
But one big Wharfie picked on me, and ordered me to fight, 
He...

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A Night On A Wharf

The couple decide to walk. The boardwalk still lit at this late hour guides them. They walk hand in hand,..whispering softly with small talk...solemn.,. lonely , yet together. The walk is much further then they thought, and they move to the...

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To Lovell's Wharf Warwick and I would go,
In need to find what little of our selfs was left,
After the storm-passions of domestic life had carved their share.
Answering the call, as mating birds do, we took up the song,
Beating rhythmically across her waters, 
To follow her...

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Salty,
Windy,
Dense,
And thick.
Even the black-and-white checkered 
Sink
Smells like fish....

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There once was a canary who hung out at the wharf 
It was his fort of sort 
Where there were boats 
A float 
Tied up at the dock 
Waiting for laborers on the clock 
But this canary on the wharf 
Always wondered his worth
Taking a...

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On the seawall a rocky jutting shore
  and white breasted gulls and shags flit the sky.
Yes, there was a time but not anymore
  I gazed the stars over Whenuapai.
Crazed by lunar tide and hearts asunder -
  some Anglo-Saxon lass or native girl,
or...

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An Airliner on its regular schedule
It seems the Airliner was stuck in an anywhere time module
The Airliner would take off in fligh5t in the present, but would go from current into unknown times
The flight would be smooth
The destination was supposed to be from Los Angeles...

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Beautiful San Francisco


						In Northern California,
						By the Bay,
						There it is,
						That beautiful city,
						It’s the city Tony Bennett
						Sings of
						“I Left My Heart in San Francisco”
						Those lovely trolley cars,
						Make it so unique,
						Nob Hill, a street we all know,
						Fisherman’s Wharf, an interesting
						Array of shops,
						That famous Golden Gate Bridge,
						My Dad told...

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This place smells nasty to me
Any place I’d rather be
Fisherman Wharf, yes, I know.
Fresh everything caught below.

Pungency of fish galore
Smell I truly do abhor
Shrimp tastes too fishy for me.
To Midwest I’d rather be....

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