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One cannot be upon the sand
…And smell the salty air,
And hear the crashing of the waves
…Without the seagulls there.

Their presence is pervasive as
…The omnipresent wind
Which strokes the surface of the sea,
…And makes the water bend.

When seagulls see, with eagle eye,
…A bite within the hand
They mob and move to skin as near
…As moves the gritty sand.

We see the gulls swarm ev’ry treat,
…So no surprise this one:
That early in the morning light,
…The seagulls swarm the sun.

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……………..Ugly Different

It seems that some would set themselves
…From crowd and mob apart –
The poets who write verse that’s free,
…Picasso and his art,

The rebel who would bring worlds down
…For some opposing cause,
The ones who tear while others build,
…The anti-Santa Claus.

Some youth decide to push away
…From family and rule
Like ships push out from harbors fair
…To seas that might be cruel.

They smoke because their parents don’t;
…They drink, since they were told
To stay away from alcohol.
…It’s all to break the mold.

Some are like bats decked out in black;
…Some slouch and let pants sag.
They tear big holes, still call them jeans –
…What most would call a rag.

Their hair is pink, or maybe cut
…To spike as sky-bound nails,
Or shaved to make a Mohawk’s strips,
…Or long for flaunting tails.

And those think there’s an ugliness
…In following the crowd,
As if in sameness there is shame,
…But difference makes proud.

But ugly that is different,
…Is just an ugly still.
It matters not if carved by hand,
…Or mass produced by mill.

The beauties that are plentiful
…Are beauties that remain.
A thousand stars and thousand nights
…Don’t make the night sky plain.

But if one must be different,
…A beauty that’s unique
(Not a delib’rate ugliness)
…Is what a man should seek.

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