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LIFE IS A BEACH – SEAGULLS (TRIOLET)

July 10thIt’s another IN-FORM POET WEDNESDAY. Let’s use the TRIOLET to write poems about seagulls and allow your collective muses to soar.

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KEEPING UP WITH THE WAVES

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July 7 – Sandcastles

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172 thoughts on “LIFE IS A BEACH – SEAGULLS (TRIOLET)

  1. At Gulls at Brighton Pier

    Seagulls sit on strings of lights
    Like ivory buttons on a thread
    Some on wing, free as kites
    Seagulls sit on strings of lights
    Brighton’s pier shines so bright
    And all the children cheered and said
    Seagulls sit on strings of lights
    Like ivory buttons on a thread

  2. THE GATHERING OF GULLS

    Flocking to the shore they come
    murmuring in caws and coos.
    A nuisance, seagulls are to some
    flocking to the shore. They come
    in graceful swoops, their sum
    increases two-by-two,
    flocking to the shore they come
    murmuring in caws and coos.

  3. William Preston on said:

    MARAUDERS

    The gulls are wheeling low and slow
    to torment terns upon the beach;
    like blatant pickpockets in the know,
    the gulls are wheeling low and slow
    to pounce on helpless young below.
    While careless waves extend their reach,
    the gulls are wheeling, low and slow,
    to torment terns upon the beach.

    copyright 2013, William Preston

  4. William Preston on said:

    PATROLLING

    In parking lots across the land
    the gulls are making war on cars:
    they gather, like a robber band,
    in parking lots across the land
    to forage near the dumpsters and
    leave tattered marks in splattered scars
    in parking lots across the land.
    The gulls are making war on cars.

    copyright 2013, William Preston

  5. William Preston on said:

    VISITORS TO PLOWED GROUND

    When fields are tilled in early spring,
    the gulls will come to glean and clean;
    they gulp down worms, most anything,
    when fields are tilled in early spring
    and in their way they also bring
    new music, though they cannot sing,
    when fields are tilled. In early spring
    the gulls will come to glean and clean.

    copyright 2913, William Preston

  6. William Preston on said:

    STATE BIRD

    In Utah, though it seems so strange,
    the California gull’s revered:
    it saved the Mormons on the range
    in Utah. Though it seems so strange,
    these gulls grab bugs like scattered change;
    they gleaned the plowed land pioneered
    in Utah. Through it seems so strange,
    the California gull’s revered.

    copyright 2013, William Preston

  7. William Preston on said:

    LAUGHING GULL

    The laughing gull is making noise;
    I wonder what she thinks is funny.
    My word! I think she’s lost her poise:
    the laughing gull is making noise
    amongst the chattering bratty boys
    along the beach. I’ll lay you money:
    the laughing gull is making noise.
    I wonder what she thinks is funny.

    copyright 2013, William Preston

  8. GULLS, NO SEA

    Hanging out in a parking lot –
    No waves, no shells, no sand.
    It’s busy, cluttered, hard and hot
    Hanging out in a parking lot.
    You’d think they’d find a better spot –
    Since when was asphalt in demand?
    Hanging out in a parking lot –
    No waves, no shells, no sand.

  9. Oops Hoping for reading time this morning, but that isn’t happening. Catch all you wonderful poets later this evening. Carry on! 🙂

    Marie Elena

  10. Life’s a Beach: “The Seagull”

    The Seagull flies above the fray
    yet life’s a feast beneath the sea.
    Such wonders of the world to play!
    The seagull flies above the fray.
    Yet happiness has briefest stay:
    He grabs it, momentarily.
    The Seagull flies above the fray
    yet life’s a feast beneath the sea.

  11. Henrietta Choplin on said:

    “Be” (Neil Diamond)

    The sky was painted to my eye
    In blue and cloudy forecast
    Lost in dreamy castles, I…
    The sky was painted to my eye.
    “Just look beyond the fog, and fly
    higher than the cast.”
    The sky WAS painted to my eye
    in blue and cloudy forecast.

  12. DebiSwim on said:

    A bit of a tribute to “Watership Down,” a favorite book and character.

    Kehaar

    Kehaar was a brave gull full of bluster,
    gave as good as he got in any fight.
    “You hurt me? I hurt you like damn,” buster.
    Kehaar was a brave gull full of bluster
    and salty speech, but no one juster,
    with red bill and legs but body of white.
    Kehaar was a brave gull full of bluster
    gave as good as he got in any fight.

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  14. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Gulls dive at a scrap tossed from the boardwalk
    ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀against gulf headwinds. Nearby rivals hover
    ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀as Galveston tourists spectate from the dock.
    ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Gulls dive at a scrap tossed from the boardwalk,
    ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀the winner announcing his capture with a squawk.
    ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Living off scavenging like many an eager lover,
    ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀gulls dive at a scrap tossed from the boardwalk.
    ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Against gulf headwinds nearby rivals hover.

  15. connielpeters on said:

    Take Out

    Seagulls search with sharp eyes.
    “It’s time for lunch,” Mama said.
    “No!” she refused with loud cries.
    Seagulls search with sharp eyes.
    Her sandwich took to the skies.
    “I’m hungry!” she said with a pout.
    Seagulls search with sharp eyes.
    “They’re hungry, too, no doubt.”

  16. In The City

    I saw one in the city today,
    It told me tales about the sea,
    It cried in an inviting way,
    I saw one in the city today;
    I almost seemed to hear it say,
    “The beach is waiting, come with me!”
    I saw one in the city today,
    It told me tales about the sea.

    © Copyright Erin Kay Hope – 2013

    We actually do get seagulls a lot in Tacoma, as we are very near the Puget Sound.

  17. William Preston on said:

    I think this is great.

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  19. Bury or Scoop

    Should I bury or should I scoop
    This blotch of nastiness in the sand
    This stinky patch of seagull poop
    Should I bury or should I scoop
    What if I stepped in this goop
    Or fell and got it on my hand
    Should I bury or should I scoop
    This blotch of nastiness in the sand

    © 2013 Earl Parsons

  20. ejparsons on said:

    Seagull Treats

    On patrol in search of eats
    The seagulls patrol the sand and shore
    Their wings spread running on tiny feet
    On patrol in search of eats
    Such oddities go in their beaks
    Always searching for more, more, more
    On patrol in search of eats
    The seagulls patrol the sand and shore

    © 2013 Earl Parsons

  21. A Question

    Tell me., where do sea-gulls go
    When winter with a freezing breath
    Turns sand and waves to ice and snow
    Tell me, where do sea – gulls go?
    On frosted wings that travel slow
    When hardly any food is left
    Tell me where do sea gulls go
    When they don’t want to freeze to death?

  22. ejparsons on said:

    Caution Signs

    Seagulls, pigeons, and other birds
    Oft leave signs of their traveling
    Mostly in the form of smelly turds
    Seagulls, pigeons, and other birds
    Their habit is just too much for words
    Do they realize they’re disgusting
    Seagulls, pigeons, and other birds
    Oft leave signs of their traveling

    © 2013 Earl Parsons

    • William Preston on said:

      Quite true. The late George Gobel used to say, “Well, I’ll be a dirty bird. ” I’ll bet it was a gull or pigeon that put him on to it.

    • Marjory MT on said:

      I suppose we could post signs reading “This is a No Turd Area” 🙂

  23. Dance of the Seagulls

    Seagulls dancing upon the air,
    above a moving bed of gems.
    Talking, floating with seagull flare,
    seagulls dancing upon the air.
    Catching their breath, so debonair
    picturing in their beaks, a stem…
    Seagulls dancing upon the air,
    above a moving bed of gems.

  24. janeshlensky on said:

    Feeding the Birds

    Bread crumbs and crackers are a call
    to seagulls hanging in the air.
    I toss them high, but they don’t fall.
    Bread crumbs and crackers are a call.
    Their wings swoop—an aerial brawl,
    just beaks and claws with squawk to spare.
    Bread crumbs and crackers are a call
    to seagulls hanging in the air.

    • Love that near motionless moment when crumbs are caught mid-air! Nice image, Jane!

    • William Preston on said:

      I love this. Just love it. It reminds me of a time on Malibu Beach, when a one-legged Heerman’s gull and I set up a dance. The gull couldn’t compete with the crowd of gulls, so I began tossing scraps when that bird was alone. We soon got the timing down. Unforgettable experience, and your poem brought it back.

    • Marjory MT on said:

      How fun and true to gull-character….and we human-characters who aid and abet.

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  26. I Hear Laughter…
    ~
    You rise on ivory, feathered-fingers spread wide,
    you ride the tides of the sky-soaring on invisible streams.
    Gathering great height, cupping the current with each stride;
    you rise on ivory, feathered-fingers spread wide.
    You hold the epitome of the powerful green ocean inside,
    gull of the sea gaining elevation invincible, it seems.
    You rise on ivory, feathered-fingers spread wide
    you ride the tides of the sky-soaring on invisible streams.
    ~
    Copyright © Hannah Gosselin 2013

  27. janeshlensky on said:

    Winged Rats

    I’ve heard them labeled rats with wings,
    cursed for their scat and scavenging.
    They clean the beach of rotting things;
    I’ve heard them labeled rats with wings.
    Hanging on wind like shells on strings,
    they screech their menu’s offering.
    I’ve heard them labeled rats with wings,
    cursed for their scat and scavenging.

  28. Seagull Thieves At My Table (a triolet)

    They lean over and steal french fries,
    those seagulls pretending indifference.
    They swoop down out of the skies.
    They lean over and steal french fries,
    those seagulls with screeching cries.
    Seasoned or plain, they have no preference,
    they lean over and steal french fries,
    those seagulls pretending indifference.

  29. Marjory MT on said:

    OK, prep- is all done and company has come and gone (sad to say). Now to see about posting the daily poems done and enjoy reading and commenting on others. A delightful selection of prompts on a subject I love. Thanks Walt.

    I stand and watch you soaring high
    and wish that I could soar with you
    to know the gentle wind’s deep sigh.
    I stand and watch you soaring high
    While hearing your enticing cry
    that bids me come to fly with you.
    I stand and watch you soaring high
    and wish that I could soar with you.

  30. See? Gall.

    The gall of this gull is appalling,
    he’s scavenged my very last crumb.
    He’s brought his friends, cawing and calling.
    The gall of this gull is appalling.
    And now I’m just sitting here bawling
    and starving, and sucking my thumb.
    The gall of this gull is appalling.
    He’s scavenged my very last crumb.

    .

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  32. Sorry to be a teeny bit crass:

    Beach Battles

    They screech at us for feeding gulls
    who flock to us but shit on them,
    hitting their beach chairs, john boat hulls
    They screen at us for feeding gulls.
    The anger the birds’ joy annuls;
    the feedings started as a whim.
    They screech, “Stop feeding those damned gulls!”
    Birds soar to us, but shit on them.

  33. Bird Food

    The caw caw caw of the seagull
    can be heard while closing on food.
    Desiccated, my senses dull,
    the caw caw caw of the seagull,
    perched on my drifting piece of hull,
    has got me coming quite unglued.
    The caw caw caw of the seagull
    can be heard while closing on food.

  34. Gull Life

    Squabbling, flapping on the shore
    Flying, swooping, searching to feed
    A bit of clam, or sandwich, or more
    Squabbling, flapping on the shore
    Even at the grocery store
    Always seem to be in need
    Squabbling, flapping on the shore
    Flying, swooping, searching to feed

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