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Had Hoped to Find

Had Hoped to Find

Was sorting out and it was hard to tell
Which one would be my favorite seashell 
Each did consistently, constantly, compare
All lying by beach shore here and there.

Some were perfectly round and others odd
Which were all made by our great God
All of various colors and many designs;
Several with spiral as well as curvy lines.

Through shells started to separate and strain
While ocean waves would play a sweet refrain
Asking me why I have become a big creep
And all of God's precious shells trying to keep.

In each new day mornings will always break
So I said to myself for goodness sake
It will be best if lovely shells leave behind
So others can look for and hope to find.


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LindaMarie The Sweetheartof P S

  ~ Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P. S. ~

When it comes to a friendly hi!
One of the best poetry, hearts we can't deny!

Our Sweetheart Linda Marie
No one is smoother and sweeter than her- our peach tree

Always stopping by to say hi, no matter, rain/sleet or snow
Her contest Zany Zoo, one of the soups best show

A woman who never judged me from the start
Linda Marie, thank you for being such a sweetheart

Sharing her delightful poems,  a double doze for me
Oh Me- Oh My- That woman can write so much poetry!

I am sure she is loved by the poetry soup staff
LOL! How this blonde bombshell  made us laugh

Remember, when she took her laptop to a sandy Island 
She smiled, and shared, how the laptop was damaged with so much sand

Hanging out with Linda, it's like singing "Kumbaya my Lord"-- I felt her holding my hand
How sweet of Linda, when she invited us to meet her new Husband?

Linda Marie is loved by her very own BBF team
Letting us know, life has been more than a dream

Her heart so big, she worried when her BFF's weren't around
Leaving notes, making sure we have not hit a poet break down

She keeps us in her heart when we are not logged in
Her beautiful and clever/witty poem will forever remain 

Most of her poetry made me smile
Linda Marie's poetry had so much Style!

We prayed for you when we heard about your son
Thank you for sharing your faith in God. -Linda You're #1

A poet I highly recommend
Linda Marie my poetry soup best friend

Dedicated to:
~Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P. S. ~ 2012
~I"M gonna miss you, 2013
Happy birthday to you :-(  Don't leave, 2013

NEW NOTE:  
(STILL MISSING YOU) Love always, YOUR BFF -- 2014
Sending my Heart, To one of the soups Leading Ladies
RIP. Linda-Marie Bariana You are forever loved


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Malvan Beach imagery deciphered

3rd march2012, by: Sashi Prabhu (zeauoxian)
Form: rhyming couplets

Sandy tracks, still and dormant, lie await for us,
Virgin sands of Malvan beach, its breeze my body salty caress.

Through the grooves of coconut palms swaying tall,
We trudge to the sandy shores backpack and all.

Green thatched leaves. Crowns of glory, shade it extorts,
Swinging hammock  to nest me in my denim blues shorts.

A strong breeze blows saline pelagic scented odor across,
Blue waves melt to foam, kiss shores, hued shells emboss.

Lonely eagle soar virgin blue skies,
More of the brood join in and glide past fishing boats floating by.

A murder of crows feast on our eaten table,
As in the warm waters we dip, the crows our food they garble.

The waves sound gushing rhapsody repeat,
Us jovious beach bums in water enjoy the sunny heat.

Dry fishing boats on logs they are on the sands to park,
 Lie along akin, like silent serpents, waiting   for dusk to embark.

Sea gulls they glide over silver wavy waters,
Food seeking dives perform, for them that’s what matters.

A pack of dogs they frolic with glee,
As the fisher folk heave coir ropes dogs from there flee.

Golden sunlight darts out of stagnant clouds formless,
Group of lads, beach volley ball they play tireless

As I sit ten meters away from wet sandy shores,
Melody erupts as waves repeat encore.




 




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Islands in Time

Sand swishes between toes, pulls you toward peace
the palms fanning you, slowly, like a lover feeding grapes.

Birds peek shyly from the understory, sometimes hover
and chirp-nag you for disturbing their nest.

Every wave splashes me toward the permanent home
beneath the sea, crabs praying on life, tangs spitting

more sand, and more sand, its caught in my eyes
and I most doze, bake and doze, submerge, swim

until its only my toes realizing there is life, sand
edging up on me from every side, counting the lines

down to where there is an end, breath choked off
because all the sea, and sand, and prayers, and prey

can no longer get to me. I've walls of peace swaying
gently like a snake hypnotized before the charming pipe

to say come home,  and know I'm always home,
always home, praying, praising, the rise and fall of sand.


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Sharing the Sunset

Walking softly on the evening sand.
I can feel the softness of you hand.
I don't need to try and find the words to say.
Enjoying things that make me feel this way.
The sand feels so loose beneath our feet.
This moment in time makes me feel so complete.
Looking across the water as the sun slowly dips.
Like a huge animal that's bending down to sip.
I can smell your sweet fragrance with you so near.
The winds faintest of whisper ringing in my ear.
Forever in time, this moment stands still.
Aching to hold you so close, that's how I feel.
A walk on the beach, hand in hand, like we just met.
There's just nothing like it, we are sharing the sunset.

-Not for any contest



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Unknown

Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?

Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.

And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.

I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep. 

Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.

And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.


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Beachside Food and Drink Slinks

A is for algae, red, green, blue cells, soaking up sun, sliming teeth 
B is for bacterial mat, clumping underneath, earliest born, never asleep

C is for coral reef, the place we all find cover or the sand parrotfish chew and release
D is for diatom, all seeded calcium, all float free, all denizens barely seen

E is for eelgrass, nursery meadows of the anchovy, and other browsers of green 
F is for fan worm, filter feeder like a flower, 8000 species on which fish feed

G is for giant kelp, floating on bladders of air they’re forests of cold waters clean
H is for helmet, the royalty of snails who protect our feet, queen, emperor, king

I is for isopod, the chameleon crustacean, they color match what they eat
J is for jellyball, or cannonball jellyfish, not upside down or moon, avoid their heat

K is for keyhole limpet, favorite food of ochre stars, will erect its own wall
L is for laver, the sea lettuce of nori, it swirls red skirt as ocean falls

M is for mermaid’s purse, the sack of the skate whose yolk keeps them alive
N is for nerite, the prisoner striped snail of the rocky zone as numerous as a hive

O is for oyster drills, the snails that slurp oysters and use them to lay eggs
P is for pleurobranch, a sea slug answer for oranges, with one active leg

Q is for quahog, the bivalve seaman who can survive eating the mud
R is for rove beetle, the one waiting to snatch the unwary beach hopper for good

S is for saxitoxin, those red tides produced by mating that can paralyze humans
T is for tubular sponge, they squish, bore and encrust as space lends

U is for urchin, those spiny skinned balls, no eyes or noses but dig food in sand 
V is for Venus, Music Volutes dined or Vampire Squids skimming along land

W is for whelk, not the musically inclined, but the slow moving snail in a shell
X is for X and a half, the six rayed star, hungry for anything on the half shell

Y is for yucca, blooming on the beach, they bloom nice and tolerate the sand
Z is for Zostera marinara, the address of eel grass when they're feeling grand

All of this green life is what crunches, stinks, dries and slips underfoot
The rest that find the housing and dining compatible means someone’s on the look.


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Blessed on a Deserted Island

Who would imagine that my life would come down to the edge of a blade
worked and worked on stone, scraping off goo and removing the bites?

Or that when I tumbled and rolled in the surf, unsure what was up.
storm rolling hard against breakers that I would remain intact?

It’s breath holding time, while rain smashes down, winds howl and the stir
rocks you until you forget your name and then finally silence, the deep breath

sauna time arising with sun, I scramble for cover, glad my Teva sandals
prevent the shells slicing at my skin, I must duck down into forest

looking to quench thirst, handy filter bottle in hand to conquer
all the parasites and villains unseen about to attack what is left.

Forgive me then, Father, for I have fallen to worship my survival blade,
prying out oysters, scraping out crabs, peeling the papaya

for I drink well of thy wine, fruit of my body, rendered and purified
and wander as I will through this vast new place I’ve come 

lost to find self, and prayer for the fragile web of blessings
that save me from skewered, smashed, expiring, but shaded by your love.


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A Summer Couplet

Waves are rolling kids laugh silly
Off my feet what fun oh dilly

For Andrea's Contest


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A Morning View


A day comes with a
morning dew,
For the words, less
to cope all few,
The breezy wave and
tweeting eyes,
Of rising sun, view
the Himalaya highs,
The trancing
eclipses and
faltering trees,
Held me there,
caught me freeze,
And the prevailing
dusky downy haze,
To falling cascade
of ivory rays,
Where I hied to let
it chase,
This beautiful
bounty widespread
haze,
I look & look, with
a glance and gaze,
With winking eyes
with hot cap,
I observed their
silent nap,
And whence the sun
rise and set,
Sparrow and humming
beak to get,
Food to survive and
maintain life,
And live on sharp
edgy curvy stemy
knife,
Above the grove and
in dense forest,
Where harmonious
peace dwells in the
nest,
Where leaves
levitate and birds
hove,
And oscillate with
desire, solidarity
in love,
A bird in this
hustle bustle,
Jingle jangle and
trilling rustle,
Are not base
generations, it’s
true so,
They rise through
reincarnation, and
grow,
Up to our believe
and reckon,
They are alive and
born,
I ask my conscience
where to hike,
Stood here and there
or by riding bike,
To feel the scent of
this rainy December,
Over my worries and
lethargy to
remember,
His never-ending
silence to end
daylight,
Made one statue,
stunned one bright,
And I put my towel
to have a shower,
This congeal water
pierces me by power,
Oh ablution is
enough for adequacy,
Count on, fend off
with sufficiency,
And when I walk on
flossy meadow,
The emerald tint
fell a shadow,
Upon my eyes to
sensory nerves,
Where the earth,
laid with several
curves,
The invigoration of
spirit rises up
more,
On rambling off and
on, this grassy
floor,
Over this belt with
buoying ways,
No alternate of this
land, O nays,
Where I felt about
flying upon,
Falling, right left,
up and down,
Then I move here and
there, up-to sun
height,
To meet buoyantly
this sunny light,
The sun with
magnetic warm and
beguile,
This morning with
candelabra wile,
Cause a man to wake
and woke,
Sing a flute while
sitting under an
oak,
How this mean, a
life less of
leisure,
Won’t you thrill
this grudgingly by
measure,
A world, an
embarrassment of
riches,
And a life with
plenty of beach’s.

Shahid Hussain
Chouhdry


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The Room Of Study

To sit in the confines of knowledge
At a desk the colour of porridge

An air of unescapable heat
At a desk the colour of wheat

The lure of the Mail Online
At a desk the colour of brine

Looking at Jamie Kirby's broken leg
At a desk the colour of regret




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FANCY FREE

We're dancing barefoot by a moonlit sea,
Silhouettes of two lovers so fancy free!

Sponsor: Juli- Michelle
Contest Name: Rhyme Battle: Round 6 
Date: 4-24-14


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Beach

I sit on the sand bathing in the sun
Watching my boy have loads of fun.

A shovel with sand held in his grip
My son enjoying his first beach trip.

He is loving the ocean wave after wave
His sand castle he jumps on only to cave.

He is covered in sand head to toe
And runs back to me and says let's go.

We run towards big waves and jump into the water
He and I laughing and then finding a quarter.

We are having fun in the ocean and then we see
A dolphin, some fish and a crab that is attacking me.

We go walk the beach when he stops to draw
A heart in the sand with I love you mommy done with his straw.


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Body Surfing

Most days I go to the beach.  I like to sit
in the warm sand and watch the waves.

Like a parking lot, the beach is heaving
with day trippers who have come to play.

Mostly I like to watch the body surfers,
as they maneuver and swim out brave.

I have known this rush of speed and foam
crashing over the tops of breaking waves.

But lately I prefer to sit and breathe,
and catch some whiffs of my long lost days.


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Evolution Revolution

I was sitting on the beach enjoying the dawn
When along comes a crab with two fierce pincers drawn
When I shifted off slightly to give him some space
He sat down beside me with pincers retraced.

This fellow was not of the cute well known kind
 But a creature evolution had let lag behind
His shell was a tangle of shiny shellac
A dashed wall arrangement of polka dot black

I wondered to myself would he think it queer
If I asked him the question what are you doing here
Since I was the human who traveled the land
And he just out walking on a dry piece of sand

So we sat there in silence each in his own space
Yet somehow connected in the rising sun’s grace
As he walked to the water with an eight clawed resolve
Was he thinking to himself would man ever evolve?

Retracing those steps made eons before
He paused where the waves became one with the shore
With a last look around taking time to regroup
He gracefully entered the primordial soup
 


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A LITTLE GIRL'S VIEW

 I was going on a vacation with my family one day,
 We thought we would head down Louisiana way.

 It was great being with my wife and daughter, 
 Until I saw a black bird coming out of the water.

 It struggled to get to the beach we were on,
 When we looked again, it seemed to be gone.

 But it was there, floundering on the beach,
 Along with the fish, shrimp, and other birds just out of reach.

 All of them were strewn on the beach so far,
 Each was deathly sick, and blackened like tar.

 The sand which I knew should have been pristine,
 But the vision we saw was a totally different thing.

 The waves that approached were black with goo,
 Carrying more dead and dying creatures too.

 "Can't we help them, Daddy?", my little girl said,
 "Not now, dear, as most of them will be dead"!

 "But why are they dying?", she said to me,
 How could I explain about the oil from BP?

 "There was an accident from an oil company's rig", said I,
 My little girl looked at the animals and began to cry.

 I tried to explain that man uses so much oil,
 He has to drill in the earth, sometimes in underwater soil.

 "Well then we need to stop it if the animals die!"
 "I know", I said, "We just haven't tried".

 "I will try harder to not use oil", she said,
 "Especially if so many pretty creatures will end up dead!"

 I held her close and wiped her tears,
 Knowing full well that she was wise beyond her years.

 "I'll try too", I said to her,
 Not wanting to see this again occur.

 So I've made a pact with myself to be,
 Less OIL dependent so that others may see.

 If I have to walk a little more than so be it,
 It's better than having to watch the death of an Egret.

 Pehaps we could all take a stance,
 And with Big Oil, not take the chance.

 For anytime man's greedy hand gets into the mix,
 Then the environment is always in for a fix.

 But we can change, adapt, and try to help out,
 By being less dependent of Big Oil's clout.

 We had to come home early because of the spill,
 Like most people, we tasted that bitter pill.

 So now on a crusade with my daughter I will go,
 Trying hard to advise others and put them in the know.

 Especially of what I have seen thru my little girl's eyes,
 Those sickening deaths under clear blue skies.

 I will do my best to get others to stop in their oily run,
 Not only from BP, but Shell, Citgo, Marathon, and Exxon!


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High as Ever

High as Ever in the Sky

An eagle is high as ever in the sky
Watching whole world passing by
And occasionally does look down
To see what still exists all around.
 
Boat sailing on river or down a stream
Or might be making of a new dream
Which tries to form now in my mind
As a clock again I will have to wind.

Trees are tall with background green
From grass creating a pretty scene;
Then eagle starts to look overhead
For lost souls and those that are dead.

With one flap of wide wings, He will glide
Knowing God should never ever be denied
And again on all life does gain a grip
With end of each wing, claws and beck's tip.

jthorn5656@atmc.net