Poetry By
John H. Whiting
Published on: 1/8/2014
Old Timer Orders Oyster Boat
Give me a boat with good nails in her And I'll sail across the moon. Plywood and glue are for weekends at the dock, Not for skimming over shallow depths. You can't get far in fiberglass either. Hell, even the gulls laugh at it. Oysters, now, they're smart. They sit and wait. Crabs run to traps, fish swim to nets. But oysters you must find. They hide. So build me something solid from a tree. When the bay tastes her bottom, it'll know Shucked shells will whiten sands Before that boat sinks or is beached.
Published on: 12/30/2013
Motion Notion
What Cosmic notion Set in motion Higgs-boson? What first function Had gracious gumption To mix the batter That became matter? Fleeting God Particle presence, Visible proof of initial essence, Connects actual physical empiricals And possible spiritual miracles.
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