Had Hoped to Find
Started sorting out and was hard to tell
Which one would be my favorite shell
Then did consistently, constantly, compare
All lying by beach shore here and there.
Some were round and others oblong and odd
That had been made by our great God
All of various colors and many designs;
Several with spiral and also curvy lines.
Through shells started to separate and strain
While ocean waves played a sweet refrain
Asking me why I have become a big creep
All of God's precious shells trying to keep.
In each day mornings will always break
So I then said to myself for goodness sake
Will be best if lovely shells are left behind
For others who often had hoped to find.
Copyright © James Horn
~ 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
~Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P. S. ~ 2012
~I"M gonna miss you, 2013
Happy birthday to you :-( Don't leave, 2013
(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
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A
The seashore is a wondrous stage, for in the sun's delight,
I sit and watch a play unfold—it's there within my sight!
Those beauties, young with golden tans, demurely sashay by
In search of those admiring eyes that peep so deft and sly.
While young dudes with their virile forms and sun-bleached wavy hair,
Strut back and forth so confident with almost haughty air.
Small children filling up their pails build castles out of sand
While fathers take a break from rest to lend a helping hand.
And mothers being what they are, in their protective lots,
Are ever rubbing suntan cream on freckled, sunburned tots.
Those chunky mid-life guys and gals packed tight in swim attire
Add so much fullness to the scene for those who would admire!
And oldsters wrapped up tight and snug to shield from wind and sun,
With eyes shut under hats of straw, in dreamland have their fun!
At water's edge the tame are found, waves rolling at their feet;
While further out some brave the swells to make their fun complete.
And there upon their pedestals, bronzed lifeguards oversee
With ever-wandering cautious eye, the shore's activity.
And here I sit, a spectator, relaxed this summer day—
But am I too a character to those who look my way?
© Sandra M. Haight 2015
All Rights Reserved
Contest: Humorous Poetry
Sponsor: Thomas Martin
Copyright © Sandra Haight
Such a romantic place on a beach in Monte Carlo
Simple little things in life catching one's breath
Moonlight glinting of waves breaking off a white sandy beach
Faraway thoughts brown eyes crying in an ocean dream song
Spell of romance makes one forget the sense of anything
Silent whispers echoes binding our chain together tides speak
Do you remember the white doves that followed us along the beaches
Each link in your arm magic walks closer feelings sing inside a joyous choir enchants
Nature nurtured by the desire to fulfill dreams makes time stop
Holds deep sea emotions a galloping white steed races home in warm waves kiss
The natures mesmerizing perfume of fragrant flowers
Where destiny paints the joy in butterflies dance on a warm loving breeze
Such is the passion in the depths of ones soul
Jewels needle vision flies without wings heaven sings in a spiral coloring rainbows
No barriers closed no reasons withstand
The midnight moon shades blue embraced one shadow two become one dream
A co write written by Liam Mcdaid and Anne-Lise Andresen
Copyright © liam mcdaid
Sad Sammy starfish, all alone on the beach
Wishes for a soulmate, but no one is in reach
He looks around, raises his hands into the air
Is there a lonely starfish somewhere out there
He looks around and espies upon a rock
A stunning pink starfish wearing a frock
She is oh so beautiful he can only stare
Has he found that special someone there
He sidles over to her and soon catches her eye
Will she be his playmate; he looks up to the sky
Sammy wants hold her hand and ask her for a date
But which hand would he hold for this starfish has eight!
They head off for a walk together along the golden sand
You can see them strolling hand in hand in hand in hand
26th April 2015
Copyright © JAN ALLISON
Looking Back Long Ago
We were looking back long ago
While time went by seeming so slow
Distance between time kept spreading
Would do something they were dreading.
On a broad beach boots hit the sand
After seeing sight of a lonely land
On shore was sort of a light breeze
Enemy was on hills and up in trees.
Screeching and exploding sounded loud
Later that day heads were all bowed
Thanking God that they did survive
Being in one piece and remaining alive.
At Normandy we each dutifully performed
After the troops on shore had stormed
And only thing we saw that now remained
Was either blown to bits or blood-stained.
PVT Lester E. Deschler Died July 12th, 1944
in a tank explosion. He is now buried at
Normandy America Cemetery and Memorial.
Am unsure if he was an uncle or great-uncle
of Ms. Kelley Deschler a Poetry Soup lover.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
Make sure that you have signed peace petition at above website.
Copyright © James Horn
We met a few years ago, then suddenly you were gone
We danced the very last dance to our favourite song
Happenings in our lives took control of our tomorrows
That evening when you walked away, filled my heart with sorrow
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
When I heard the telephone ring, I answered and you were there
And we spoke of the past few years, these years we could have shared
The time flew by when we talked, sharing our pasts to date
When you said you'd like to meet up again, my heart just couldn't wait
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
When I picked you up from the Airport, you hadn't changed at all
Six foot plus with sky blue eyes, still leaving me enthralled
We settled into our night for tomorrows journey we'll make
To a rented cottage so idyllically set, down by the lake
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
The morning came so fast as we set of on our trip
Again going over the years, picturing like a movie clip
Our destination now reached, refreshed we head for a meal
At a restaurant overlooking the lake, our pasts begin to seal
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Back to the cottage we go, as you gently take my hand
So dreamy under the full moon, is this what fate had planned
You play our favourite song, the one we danced to so long ago
As you take me in your arms, something in me flows
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
We look into each others eyes as you ruffle my long blond hair
I see desire looking back from your manly sky blue stare
Slowly we discard our clothes as you lay me on the bed
Adventurous discovering hands declare our minds well read
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Our passion resonates, excitement fills the air
Years of catching up in delightful bodily share
We awaken in the morning, spooned within my reach
Our love has been reborn, re-found visiting Qualicum Beach
Copyright © James Fraser
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.
Copyright © Sheri Fresonke Harper
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.
Copyright © Sheri Fresonke Harper
Swirling drifts of sugared sand
slipping through your sun-jeweled hand.
Treasure seeking on the shore
as up above you seagulls soar.
Billowed hair on skin so golden;
for this warmth you are beholden.
Maybe hike a mountain high
and gaze into an azure sky.
Or waltz along a forested path
at times enduring nature's wrath.
In gardens and fields so lush and green
sweet summer fruits are everywhere seen.
A sparkling season of beauty and sun
too soon is ended once begun.
written 1/3/2015 for Shadow's contest
Copyright © Deb Wilson
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.
Copyright © Sheri Fresonke Harper
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
Copyright © Donald Williams
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.
Copyright © sashi prabhu
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.
Copyright © Kristopher Higgs
Waves are rolling kids laugh silly
Off my feet what fun oh dilly
For Andrea's Contest
Copyright © Rick Zablocki
At first the sun's fingers
Poke up just a bit,
Seeming to find the ocean's ledge,
They grab a hold of it.
With radiant arms extended,
It raises itself higher,
Then sits upon the ocean's rim -
A fuzzy ball of fire.
Copyright © Raven Howell
A day comes with a
For the words, less
to cope all few,
The breezy wave and
Of rising sun, view
the Himalaya highs,
Held me there,
caught me freeze,
And the prevailing
dusky downy haze,
To falling cascade
of ivory rays,
Where I hied to let
I look & look, with
a glance and gaze,
With winking eyes
with hot cap,
I observed their
And whence the sun
rise and set,
Sparrow and humming
beak to get,
Food to survive and
And live on sharp
edgy curvy stemy
Above the grove and
in dense forest,
peace dwells in the
levitate and birds
And oscillate with
A bird in this
Jingle jangle and
Are not base
They rise through
Up to our believe
They are alive and
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
silence to end
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
And when I walk on
The emerald tint
fell a shadow,
Upon my eyes to
Where the earth,
laid with several
The invigoration of
spirit rises up
On rambling off and
on, this grassy
Over this belt with
No alternate of this
land, O nays,
Where I felt about
Falling, right left,
up and down,
Then I move here and
there, up-to sun
To meet buoyantly
this sunny light,
The sun with
magnetic warm and
This morning with
Cause a man to wake
Sing a flute while
sitting under an
How this mean, a
life less of
Won’t you thrill
this grudgingly by
A world, an
And a life with
plenty of beach’s.
Copyright © M. Shahid H. Chouhdry
Jumping up and down at the age of seven,
Ready to go by the time it was eleven.
Hand in hand us four went down,
Dad,Sis, Little Sis and I, holding no frown,
Until we reached the edge of the sand,
When Sis exclaimed,"Oh my land!"
For there as far as the sea,
Were giant jellyfish as lifeless as tea.
Before Dad could yell,
On one I almost fell,
There and then, I looked for my sake,
That the jellyfish seemed to wriggle and shake,
Screaming a scream too high to seem,
Like a human's voice inside the theme,
Of a lovely, sunny morning.
Thank goodness it was only my imagination forming.
So we trudged back in sadness,
For the morning suddenly turned to blandness.
Yet it stuck to my mind,
Reminding me in every kind,
Of way to watch where I go as I talk,
Especially when I walk,
Onto a beach,
That's in a jellyfish's reach.
Copyright © Sarah P.
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
Copyright © Tom Hyam
Tents of various colours in parade across the sands
It's summer time in Brighton as the sun beams down so grand
Families too many to mention, on blanketed abound
Whilst laughter resonates from the children all around
Even nature has her say as the waves caress the shore
Just like yesterday, and so many years before
Gliding terns and seagulls grace the thermal flow
As they anticipate the pickings that present them down below
Rock pools gather attraction, a learning call for the young
Explained by thoughtful parents, of how we all began
Sails of shapes and sizes appear against the blues
Boats and ships aplenty in sailing tacking cruise
My day now nears it's end, on this wonderful Brighton Beach
So many joys surround me, I'm so thankful their in my reach
Copyright © James Fraser
Your eyes-The open sea
Each gaze, a wave, engulfing me
Caught in the current-Strong and fast
Drowning in moments-Deep and vast
I grow less certain, everyday
If I will be able, to find my way
Back to shore
Copyright © Alexandra Steele
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.
Copyright © James Fredholm
We're dancing barefoot by a moonlit sea,
Silhouettes of two lovers so fancy free!
Sponsor: Juli- Michelle
Contest Name: Rhyme Battle: Round 6
Copyright © Lyric Man
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.
Copyright © Liza Mayfield
For Oak Island Beach Poetry Reading
To believe by many, I had been led,
What he lived on was quite a spread;
Out in spaces that were open wide
Which on often. he spied and spied.
Did love land right down to last piece;
As length of his life did soon increase,
The better he wanted his life to be
Should start writing this single soliloquy.
Never liked being called lunatic or leech
Said sweet home was on Oak Island Beach;
Longer he lived there and had been
Wouldn't ever let anyone come in.
Myself would have kept the whole place to;
When each day ended and was finally through
To God always liked saying this little prayer;
Forgive me, am selfish and don't like to share.
God gave him an image which was graphic;
When you want to try and avoid all the traffic
Causing confusion and flowers to wilt
Bridge to island better not allow to be built.
Jonathan Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Copyright © James Horn
What I saw was starting of the sun
Which had hardly just begun
And then I finally have to admit
Always so enjoyed the site of it.
To me, appeared so very ravishing
As sun came up and started dashing
All along what is a beautiful shore
I will love and cherish forevermore.
Was brisk and were birds with beaks
Made screeching sounds and some squeaks
Loudly while without any fear or care
And at me seemed to sit and stare.
There is much about beach, birds and sun
That to me so often seem to stun
And if there is anything better yet
Its webs when wet and sun which will set.
Copyright © James Horn
This is what my friends used to say,
" What would you like to be today?
Would you like to be the angel of sky,
Graceful and swift with power to fly?
Or the stupid clam of the deep, blue sea,
Who can't move and is without an eye to see?"
I would answer with a toothy grin,
" If I become an angel, I wouldn't hold a single piece of tin,
Yet as a humble clam in the deep, dirty home,
I would hold a treasure that would bring light to the oldest tome."
That question and answer came to me,
While I was on vacation by the sea.
I stared up at the wide, bending blue sky,
With all the majesty for the creatures that could fly,
Then I stood eye to eye with the humble, untamed sea,
From which no man can flee,
During the full blast of it's wild fury,
Causing it's waters to bury.
Unlike the sky, so openly wide,
The sea protects its secrets, changing like the tide.
Blushing in turquoise yet so clear and bright,
Always fidgeting making quite a sight,
Yet like a kid it wants to play,
Sending curling waves to surf on today,
Tickling you and me,
Giving us no time to sip some tea.
With the sky it shoots a colorful touch,
Reminding you how much,
Time has gone by to have some fun,
Now it'll miss you a ton,
But it knows that you'll come back one day,
And because of that it'll be okay.
Copyright © Sarah P.
BEACH PICNIC FOR TWO
Calm and tideless,
Warm and timeless,
Unsalted, undeep –
Warm Baltic half-asleep
Hot sand, hard pebbles –
Dark sparkling crystals
Heated and sunlit,
Ancient and granite
In the tree’s glad shade we rest.
Sand and branches make our nest.
Seeds fall on us in a shower
From the bird-cherry’s fragrant flower
Hungry from the happy day,
The bright and shady, lazy bay.
Cool aroma in the dark –
Cooking fire’s smoking bark.
Sandy sandwich, melting cheese,
Brush the breadcrumbs from our knees.
Afternoon of scented air
For a carefree laughing pair
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
(Description of an actual picnic for my wife and myself.)
Written for Carol Brown's Contest - PICNIC TIME
Copyright © Sidney Beck
The seagulls rose, dipped and
In an ageless, timeless
Caught in a foamy hypnotic
Of bubbling pomp and
Triangular wings and snow
Skimming rolling, crashing
A blur of half seen silhouettes
Of madcap, graceful pirouettes.
But when they catch the
With accelerated flaps they rise
On a zig zag course for open
Amid raucous threatening
Copyright © Joe Murphy
I love to watch the ocean blue
The white and gray seagulls diving and dipping low
Schools of fish swimming in neat oriental rows.
Grills setting free the smells of wonderful food cooking
While guests on the beach stand on looking
beautiful sun rays catching ripples and making them gleam
this is the happiest ive ever felt, so it seems.
Copyright © Roxanna Ressler