August 2008
Monthly Archive
24 Aug 2008 07:05 pm
Bo Bay Today, August 20, 2008, 7:30AM
Bo Bay Today
Out the door
Fuzzy air
Drive to the shore
Air’s fuzzy there
On the way
On a fence rail
Five crows sway
Flash shiny black tails
Crows fly in two’s, I think
Another pops in from the drink
There sit six by drained lagoon
Gearing up to croon a tune
It’s misty drizzle in this cloud
This one is on the ground
In seconds windshield’s a-shroud
Overhead jet engine sound
One lone peli glides on in
From out to sea somewhere
A slowing plane is heard again
All inside the fuzzy air, of
Right here today, on the Bo Bay
15 Aug 2008 11:35 am
Bo Bay Today, Wed. Aug. 13, 2008
Bo Bay Today
Cool the air
Up my shorts
Like ships from sea
Sails them to ports
Misty sky
Above the beach
A pelican soars
So close that I reach
Too far too high
It’s a pipe dream
Like a pizza parlor organ
Fog horn blares, unseen
In and about the channel
Not another bird in sight
Probably out fishin’
Anchovy appetite delight
Softly hear the waves
Surfers ride the crests
Two-mile surf is the turf
For riding ocean breasts
08 Aug 2008 08:19 am
Bo Bay Today, Wed. 8/6/08, 7:30AM
Bo Bay Today
On the beach
Big as day
Sheriff’s car
Bold display
Gate removed from the ramp
Huge “Explorer”…white with green
Driven by a driven scamp
Spins a “U”ey, stops to preen
Steps onto the pristine sand
Shoulders back, starts the strut
A sort of licensed ‘one man band’
Hell-bent to roust those campers up
One is walking, half-asleep
Others doze, unaware
Talkin’ loudly, indiscreet
Staunchly there, Smokey the Bear
Guess mid-summer’s settled in
Folks, by law, must abide
Camps on the beach are in arms reach
Yet inappropriate…that ride
Right here today, on the bo bay
04 Aug 2008 02:38 pm
Bo Bay Today, Wed. July 23, 2008 7:30A.M.
Bo Bay Today
Parked along the seawall
Wharf Road at the end
Smells of sealife in the air
Wafting as I round the bend
A woman front of Smiley’s
Beating on a car
Shouting out obscenities
Song lyrics ‘bout a bar
Rubber neckers in delight
Wait for her to strike again
By then the red car races off
Plops on the bench, major chagrin
Brighter never is the sun
On Bo Beach by the bay
Dancing crystals prance about
Heat to grow, hear it say…
“Hi, I’m here, do you feel me?”
El Sol might say, who knows?
‘You’re darn tootin!’, I’d reply
Warming all from head to toes
Right here today, on the bo bay