As the last opalescent glow of sunset
I sail this ship alone
towards a crimson horizon
over a starlit sea
to the soft lapping of waves
which lullaby my destiny
I sail this ship alone
far from the coral sand
far from the pebbled beach
far from my sun-kissed land
Tonight there is no moon
but there's a sparkle in the sky
a starry night so still
filled with beacons of bright light
Tomorrow births a new dawn
a song within a dream
meadows of yellow buttercups
and fields of evergreen
Tomorrow I'll be greeted
by a pink-winged butterfly
a host of daffodils, and golden dandelions
a rose within a smile
Tomorrow I stroll along a new shore
feel fresh salt spray on my cheek
dance bare-foot in the wind
as Spring whispers on the breeze.
Look into my eyes
Follow me into a world of ecstasy
There and only there
Will you find the peace to unwind
Beautiful brown eyes not blue
Shady lids, stunning ocean view
Embracing every word
Hear the wind whispers your name
Come with me
Drown with me
Into the abyss of loving rain
Embrace this moment as I draw you in with words
Release you with the warmth -------I was there
I Share--I take
I LOVE--I HATE
Into my arms
I am the charm
Around your neck
Around your wrist
Listen to the voice from my beating heart
The freedom of touch
The freedom of speech.
Like the wind
I'll find my way
Into your heart
Arouse the cheerful energy
Of your insecurity and pen
Follow me into the sea
There we will fall into the deep
Build sand castles
Around dreams of reality
Slip into my aura light
Set to the rhythm of the oceanic night
Now, listen to the breeze
It's called out your name
It's only a matter of time----------------
You'll find yourself calling out...... mine
Dedicated to all my loving friends & fans :-)
The atmosphere rings with the bell like calls
of the plover flock, long before they are spotted.
The flight herringbones a grey fedora sky.
Markings of white and coal black weave,
wing-stitched, a blanket maker’s dream.
Sigh makers they close on the beach
at high tide, the horizon shivers the
sand blanches. These ravishing scavengers
light on the tattered edge of wet to dry,
dawdling with the dead.
Plovers are diminutive scroungers, one-legged
dancers, hopping to the pull of tide, dining on
crab-eggs in black-tie and feathered tails, their
gray skull caps lined with a black brow.
Sparrow-small birds dress to the nines.
A feast for the birds, fall crisps, crab moltings,
go on for endless miles. September is beginning
and soon winged ones will fly to sunny shores.
The cold Atlantic will moan for the loss of music,
the unstitched sky will part. The avian choir is off
to the mud flats of Carolina.
First Published Eunoia Review January 2015
Making Love In Jamaica At The Iconic James Bond Beach
It is a sun splashed day;
the air is silent with the sound of waves
the ocean is moving to the rhythm of crying gulls.
The fine white sand underneath our feet is warm.
The crashing waters from a small wind sculpted waterfall swims
into the arms of its mother sea.
It is a private beach at a spot in the world
where the Caribbean Sea and the Atlantic Ocean meld.
It is a wanting sensation of hot then cold, that teases the senses.
The beach is deserted it is only me and the love of my life.
The golden rays of light from the bright morning star
lives in the flow of her platinum blond hair.
In her eyes I can see the bright clear ocean,
with a piercing love glare that beckons me.
Her red lips, her light drenched skin glows
with the beauty of this perfect Jamaican day.
Without a thought I grab the back of her head,
jerking my lover's whole body towards me
locking her in the strength of my grasp
inviting her to quench my desire.
I bite her lips before engaging in a deep passionate kiss
remove her barely there bikini from her statuesque figure.
She embraces me as I lift her in my arms
naked for all the Gods to observe.
I set her down under the refreshing flow of the rushing waterfall.
She attempts to pull at me, but I deny her,
hold back both her arms and use my mouth
to suckle her, all the time absorbing the beating waters
that kneads my flesh like so much dough.
Suddenly I set her free.
like a lioness
a lioness in heat
for the taste of flesh.
The world dissappears
I find myself willingly trapped in a void of marvel.
Nature's voice conducts
an orchestra of emotions.
We writhe in the ecstasy of touch
as a series of divine strokes
finger paints portraits of rapture.
We dance slow to the precise notes
of a symphony of love into the arms of serenity.
In one fluid movement our bodies become one.
There is no end to the flavors we consume.
Cooling waters flame our sins.
We explode like a building imploding
gracefully to the roar of a white sound.
we pass out
locked in each others arms.
When we awaken
we find ourselves lying on
the fine white sand beach.
in the telling shades
of a Jamaican suntan.
Sponsor: Justin Bordner
Contest Name: Make Love To Me
In That Ancient Place
She flows over me
from unfathomable depths
Her roiling passion
pulls me beneath
her undulating gown
where weak men drown
Ten thousand tongues
like a virgins wet lace
my moaning shoals
in eager anticipation
every secret crevice
unknown to her
She buries her treasures
dark and deep
kissing me forever
where I'll forever sleep
She wets her lips
In lyrical motion
pulled by the moon
I drift in her ocean
geo.vuy. Summer of 2014
Collection: loves Latter Rain
Ahead of us lies the unknown
The flatline horizon betrays
The beating heart of the ocean
Each beat causing a swell
Each swell causing us to sway
Out in the open, enclosed in the womb
Umbilically linked to our mother
Daily we reminisce of the island we left behind
The families that will live without us
The paths we will never walk again
We try to keep our thoughts on new paths
On stepping in the footprints of our ancestors
But darkness falls and fear reigns over us
Shrouding hope in a veil of obscurity
Will we fall into non-existence
Will we wish our existence to end
Damnable transient emotions
Ever dispelling our confidence
In the gloom hangs a twinkle of hope
Our hearts mirrored by the sky
Opening and showing us the way
A timeless voyage into our island universe
Strange colored skies climb northernly this night
Calling our future with wild deamons eyes
Abscure as the creatures who answer the call
Wild are the answers of the reasons and the faults
Certain as the well swept winds
Alluring in it's grasp fought negatively through single wins
I pray twords the skies and it curdles and swims
Thoughts twords the sun and it scorches my rims
Carry me far enough I can be within your sights
Stash us away and the sun will be bright
Motors may break but oceans will be light
I will stay on the coast and wait
The award I will do is make the evening a minute late
Parched is the gulf as the single minute breaks
Great is the second docks a seperate mans gate
The Earths crust slowly begins to crumble
It quivers, then quakes, it slowly opens, the rivers break
A star is born somewhere, a beautiful new star
Great is the struggle, born from the heavens a small light it makes
The new star pulls, it turns, then it feeds and it's fuel it burns
Gently it orbits following all things it understands
The new star bends it dances it stands
Tancing outwardly as creations comprehend
A continient wavers as the new star binds its brand
It feeds off of our oceans as our tides wash in
It goes just as softly forward and back
As the rays of its placement barrow up to the sun
We watch very carefully because it's damages are already done
You're a maiden so hot burning thoughts
whom melts ice inside deep waves salted
unfolding ocean swells kissing your feet
For once spoke those hot lips the truth shining
Sunshine pleasing warm beholding to
one's eye golden crowned jewel beauty
rainbow luster coloring pearl treasure
It's giving off their beauty pure free
that does not require something in return
A lady who pleases the heart warm
Princess cut with deep class sparkling pure
utopia's adorable sun rise
How the body is heated and hear
her echoing heart beat in the chambers
Shining a future path dreaming ore
every single moment precious links
each one spent with you falling under spell
Love is like pure sparkling magic gem
unpredictable true and marvelous
Magic silk covers batting eyelids
enchanting soft lovingly flowers
beautiful petals held within the shell
Let the rose live forever and the sun
shines always endless times glistening gold
Written by Liam Mcdaid and Anne- Lise Andresen
a co write in a 9/10 syllable count
a warm thank you anne lise
I wonder why I feel so bubbly inside...in laughter, I cried, without you though...I feel the need to hide
But...why are you so sad today? Was it my fault possibly? Did I do you wrong? If I did, I'm awfully sorry...
Let the negativity subside...we are going along with life's bumpy ride...oh compassionate companion, stay by my side!
Are you by my side like the dolphin with the wild-and-free sea?
I feel sleepy, yet I'm still awake
I'm falling in love with a peaceful sleep
Don't be teary...you got to hit the brake
Be happy and be not afraid..oh please don't weep
I'm swimming in waters so deep
The benevolent imaginary friends are speaking lullabies to me...every story's beginnings has its ends
Keep your head up above the surface...
Wear a smile for a moment and drink in bliss
Don't wear that grimace...
Rise above the surface...
My marvelous, angelic mermaid
Don't let your unique gladness fade
Don't be weighed down
By a friend's betrayal
Don't be lead astray ...don't let your gaily spirits drown
You must stand tall through it all
There's a wall between us
Yet...we're on the same rowdy bus
Don't fret, dear love of mine
You got to keep trying...you will do fine
On your own
But...you're never, ever alone
If you need me, I'm just a call away
I'll paint your midnight skies the light of day
So, don't be doused in dismay,
Darling...oh friend, we were both born on the month of May
It was meant to be that way
We are two peas in a pod all the way...I'll be there tomorrow's yesterday
No wonder I feel so bubbly inside
the great icebergs once anchored safely in their own domain
commence a catastrophic journey.
submerge our lies.
it was us
it was us who overshot our mark.
To be revised.....
In my universe of dreams
under velvet jazzy sky
there is an ocean of stars
twinkling diamonds above high
Across that ocean, I left
the air dulling my eyes
empty blue in darkest night
Cease the fancies...and awake
In my evergreen of dreams
there's a mattress of silk leaves
hundred candles by the river
on a blanket...you and I
My fall has ripped all the leaves
while your river just dried up
As those candles, we've been blown out
We won't never feel again
In my orchestra of dreams
we are dancing cheek to cheek
your strong hands around my waist
my pink lips brushing your face
Single echo of goodbyes
in cold silence we're apart
Mockinbirds are no longer
and oblivion's now stronger
In my sailing boat of dreams
it is only you I see
laughing happy close to me
reaching our sweet destiny
Open your eyes and awake
those illusions aren't fate
your dreams drift in lasting storm
I left to never return
In my universe of dreams
under velvet jazzy sky
there is an ocean of stars...
This Collaboration is obviously a work of fiction...
...Who can refuse to her Charms?
Cold and dark, the eyes of the depths
glaring at the stars above.
Few dare descend the steps
which reach down to oblivion’s cove.
Heavy, the desire for truth,
like the chains dragging my body further down
unto fate unknown.
Beyond recompense, lies the ruin
sunken to forbidden ground,
now home only to the strangest of creations
and catacomb to the drowned slaves of history.
Will all memories be as this one day?
Ghosts that haunt the corpses of humanity’s ambition?
Black are the bells that once chimed to announce omen.
Buried are the thoughts that walked my mind.
Broken are the tables where ideas once feasted.
Bound are the hopes, eaten by preying sharks of doubt.
Weighing down, the garments choke the breath of life.
There, where insanity was sane, beneath facade’s streams
lies truth, in the sea of forgotten dreams.
Zwischen dem Morgen und der Nacht
fallen die Sterne in den Pazifischen Ozean.
Die ewige Sonne lässt die Wellen erklingen,
mit dem weichen Schaum leichten Schnees.
Die See singt Lieder des Vergessens,
von versunkenen Bäumen,
von leuchtenden Stränden,
von der Liebe.
Ich bin wie der Wind,
der den frischen und vollen Morgen berührt.
Der Ozean kennt viele Lieder.
Ich will keine verwundeten Wolken im Morgen zurücklassen,
um die Erinnerung nicht zu trüben.
Der Pazifische Ozean hat die Farbe von Azulejos,
den blauen Kacheln eines alten portugiesischen Hauses.
Die Wellen tragen meine Träume,
unvergessen, der Vergangenheit.
Die Möwen bringen mir die Zukunft,
mit frischer, ruhiger Stimme.
In stillen Nächten ertönt die Musik des Meeres,
dann stehen die Sterne auf, um erneut zu scheinen.
Between morning and night
the stars fall into the Pacific Ocean.
The everlasting sun lets the waves sound,
with the soft foam of light snow.
The sea sings songs of oblivion,
of submerged trees,
of luminous beaches,
of the love.
I am like the wind,
which touches the fresh and full morning.
The ocean knows many songs.
I do not want to leave behind wounded clouds in the morning,
not to cloud the memories.
The Pacific Ocean has the color of Azulejos,
the blue tiles of an old Portuguese house.
The waves carry my dreams,
unforgotten, of the past.
Sea gulls will bring me the future,
with a fresh, and quiet voice.
In silent nights the music of the sea resounds,
then stars arise to shine anew.
Entre la mañana y la noche
las estrellas caen hacia el Océano Pacífico.
El sol eterna hace sonor las ondas,
con la suave espuma de ligera nieve.
El mar canta canciones de olvida,
de árboles sumergidos,
de playas luminosas,
del amor .
Yo soy como el viento,
que toca la fresca y llena mañana.
El océano tiene muchas canciones.
Yo no quiero dejar nubes heridos en la mañana
para no empañar la memoria.
El Océano Pacífico es el color de los azulejos,
esos azulejos de una antigua casa portuguesa.
Las olas llevan mis sueños,
inolvidadas, del pasado.
Las gaviotas me traen el futuro,
con voz fresca y calma.
En noches tranquilas suena la música del mar,
y luego las estrellas se levantan para brillar de nuevo.
in the twilight of golden dawn
as amber clouds embrace the starry heavens
faint sashay of soft wind chimes dance
while thoughts trickle to memories
inhaling scenes of sweet love last night
on the ocean waves of pure delight
as incense permeates the austere horizon
the swirling seaside engulfs footprints
of lovers etched in warm blazing sand
silhouettes of passions form soothed by ocean waves
infused into the caverns of elegant emotions
kissed by an opulent ocean
with true devotion imprinted for eternity
a candlelight escapade irrigates
in melodious symphony
as loving touches graced silky skin
bronzed by radiant sunlight
in quiet interlude
upon the ocean waves of blue
hungry mouths fashioned breathless sighs
while pristine pastel mountains
smiled a fleeting glance
captivated by a seaside romance
as Summer fun evolved.
*For Nathan's Free Verse Contest
The season is here
On this typical Maiden morn
Of week days
It’s by this hour
Though slightly late
I rose to take my bath
The ointment was done and gone
What’s more was to
Nestle on the well placed
Soft sofa by the corner
Of my reading room
And to await my breakfast
To be served.
Well has been done to the belly
What’s needed (from me) was
After settling on the round
To dress up and find my way
To the lecture room
Alas an indignation
Though a natural inclination
That crept into the scene
When I was about stepping
Out of the room
Here I picked up the cast
Of the rolling sound
Escorted by the heavy gale
At the fore
Of my chamber door
The cloud I glimpsed
Beckoned on these
Of this morn thunderstorm
Took me by surprise
As I felt the tremble of my abode
As though the roof and the wall would cave in
How heavy this morning rush would be?
Certainly it’s heavy and took charge closely
Three hours of the entire day
Blessing showery hours
That would best be related
In the meantime
By the soaking swamp
The well wet weed
The saturated sea pool
And the colorful field
Of bloom cherries and roses
Posted on 23/04/2013
I’m diving deep down into the ocean world
full of spectacular plasmatic bubbles
enchanting creatures breathed them out
orange, yellow, pink , purple and red
wallowing through dazzling soft neon-colored starfishes
in quest of its most marvelous graces
weeds with various tones of green
wagging gracefully along the way
like curtains in musical enchantments
and coral reefs in mountain ranges
with their majestic beauty in carousels of fish and seahorses
still diving deep down into the ocean world
in quest of its marvelous graces
in unfathomable depth of rainbow-colored whirlpools
I see from afar
my precious pearls
8th Place Winner
Contest: Space Odyssey
Sponsor: Poet Nathan -----D
by Leonora Galinta
Love forever eludes me perhaps because it flies on angelic wings
And yet my earth bound body is beneath the weight of gravity
Its like following a rainbow to an end I'll never see
Or like chasing the horizon as it falls away from me
Will I ever find that pot of gold and embrace a warm sunset
With my heart on sandy shores beneath a sky I won't forget
To become envious of the moon as it illuminates her face
Gently dancing across her skin as it adorns with utter grace
Then inhale the scent of beauty as her lips press next to mine
As I watch the midnight sky reflect inside her radiant eyes
and in her starry shade
Of dim and solitary loveliness
I learn’d the language of another world
That I found deeply within one kiss
~ JJF ~
~Lord Byrons Manfred~
Constantly she toils
in the darkness of the heaving sea
gathering treasures into her aprons deep;
twice a day she knocks, panting,
at the shoreline’s wide stretching door,
and scatters her abundant gifts
for vagabonds like me to reap.
October 24, 2014
As I gaze upon the ocean
Blue reflects on the water and in the sky
The horizon only distinguishable by it's hue
Standing upon a bluff on a cliff above the rough
I gaze upon the ocean with all it's power
Pushing waves hour after hour
The rock face gets battered and pounded
In a un-relentless, timeless beat
The water produces an awesome sound
Almost like a methodical beat
The surf rolls in, and rolls back out again
Foam forms around the surrounding stones
Seaweed floats , swaying with the waves
Along the beach are deposits of shells and driftwood
Above the water line sand dunes form
Resembling a landscape like the moon
Moving with the ever blowing winds
As the tides roll out
Little holes form along the beach
Making a haven for the birds to eat
A feeding frenzy does erupt
Cleaning out the sandy floor
Before the waves arrive once more
I stand in breathless quite
Taking in the ocean's mystery depth.
My imagination is a tide of wishful waters,
A chilled ocean breeze fills the world and the words that soar overhead,
I leave behind all reality, I break a thread,
And no longer am I being held in the palm of the universe,
but I hold my universe in my pocket,
and whisper words of new meaning,
only then can you read the sky like a book,
because only then is the sky possible to touch, and flip the pages of thought,
A feeling that takes my being, and turns me into a bird,
flying overhead like the words that fill with ocean breeze,
And I sail upon my tide of wishful waters
Suddenly though a lifetime of joy, happiness, tears and devastating sorrow
Suddenly there is calm, suddenly a glimmer of a serene contented peace
The waves of the ocean no longer a tumultuous frightening turbulence
Instead a new placid peaceful calm, so inviting and so enticing
Suddenly one feels that maybe this time, this time all will be well
Maybe this is the moment so longed for, for so many years
A belief suddenly that there is a safe haven a place to at last belong
A place where all dreams and all hopes will not ripped asunder
Instead calm and safety nothing to hide suddenly all pasts forgotten
All fears and doubts and longing and despair all swept away
Like the Ocean breaking over the sand softly sweeping away all fear
A sanctuary at last somewhere to really belong, something that is yours
All one’s dreams and desires suddenly awakened from their sleep
Life to be tasted to its fullest, every moment every hour every day
No doubt the ocean will not be forever smooth, but the hope is there
The hope of a new start a new beginning in safe loving protective arms
That are there to nurture, to care for you and to make you whole again.
Though you cannot explain
How the stories of centuries
Are coloured through your veins
It’s still as if you speak, with a tongue
That no one, not even you, understands
Placed like a snowflake
A floating feather beneath the weight
Scurrying across, the puzzle of the waves
A drop in a sea
Of an ocean which has no name
And what’s in a name anyway
But still you cannot explain
How your eyes see and what they perceive
Through the windows of the sun
Of its beauty
Turns you through, all of you, inside out
But placed on the stars
Lay the fingertips of your heart
The count of their beat
Is your distance from the start
Sprint with a shadow
While your feet remain glued, to the spot
Even though you cannot explain
How you hear the pin prick of infinity
As it echoes with the angels
When they danced with you in a heaven
You once called home
But still alone in a forever
Runs the melody of a song that you sung
Through every twist and turn
Flows the river, to the lake, only you could have become
Tossed like a stone through the ripples
Of every pebbles grave
And always you ponder, the puzzle
Written on the surfaces of waves
How your soul sees and what your spirit perceives
As you live and as you breathe
Through the windows of the sun
Of your beauty
Turns you through you in all of you, inside out
A drop in the sea
Of an ocean which has no name
And what’s in a name anyway
a fine blanket of sand
toasts a calloused skin
a definitive bouquet
a calming pitch
the ocean embraces me
and I submit
Essence of salt and waves crashing
The World of the Sea has a heart
Careful not to offend thee ~
The spills of oil , nuclear waste
Drilling and mistakes,
Man infused sewage and waste
The capture of Fish while Dis guarding a life of a Dolphin
The Sea and its very Mystery is crying as all fish dying
Is there a place and time where we stop and love what was given
The Heart of the Sea not to ever be underestimated
For when sadden great wrath will fall in sequence with wind
Water and Wind can create its Heart broken fiercely without mercy
What have we done to create this disharmony
It is not hard to see as Tsunamis and Hurricanes such as Katrina unfold
It is the Heart of the Sea Broken , The heart of the Sea Spoken
We hear her Heart , we feel her wrath ,
The Heart Of The Sea ...this Heart cries
This Heart is angry , will we take responsibility ?
Leaving the last days of August
memories of the sea waves crashing
Tides that leave shells broken to find ~
picnic memories ~
Birthday cakes sparkle ~
sunburns under a sage kissed dessert Moonlight
The Summer reminds us of happier days
scents of coconut oil and lime
reminds us all of what is yet to come ~
The rain comes down hard
crying for all souls lost and left behind
The birds fly in perfect form
reminding all of the September storm
begging for history not to repeat ~
~ In war
only defeat ~
two beams of light straight to the Heavens
stay through the whole month of September
they remind us to listen silently we stand still
For the city lives and breaths left with loss
many questions unanswered remain ~
Leaving behind August
entering Septembers fears ~
I love this poem because it reflects on the past and the coming month in remembrance of history that took place September 11th 2001. In a way it is a oxymoron . from passionate summer nights to the fear embraced in the month coming :)
F.ree T.he W.aves
f.REE t.HE w.AVES
F.ree T.he W.aves!!!
Is what they say,,
Got my self some true tales
About the world today.
Oil job site fails.
Poor Sea World has to pay.
I found many black sea shells
Oil got in their way.
I wanna claw my nails.
On B.P.for turning our sand to clay
I can sit and give details
How they ruin our ocean bay
Instead I'm sending mean E-MAIL's
Expressing anger for their oily display.
How their stupidities drop our sales.
I hope they choke while eating a sea buffet
I hope someone feeds them sting-ray tails
As they drink coffee at there sea side cafe.
Everything sooner or later prevails
And ocean life will once again find a way.
God send them rain hit them with heavy hail
It's to late for B.P.to pray..
2 months of a black grave trail
((LOL)), B.P.you angered the US.A.
Getting off easy with no jail
That does not make things okay.
I will not wish you all to go to hell
After making the ocean a bigger body of dead prey
Your clean up time is slower than a sea snail
Many uncalled dead seagulls are found in your oily decay
Funny how the president takes the heat of your bail.
You screwed our blue ocean water to a stream of black and grey.
An oil site ran by a higher percent of males
Oh well what can you expect and say.
With the world in the way of oil spills.
Is like B.P.oil's is saying F.T.W.anyway.
While we the protesters say, F.ree T.he W.hales!!!
F.T.W.=free the whales!!!!!
I sailed unaware into
the ocean currents
of her life:
desired to ride
them with her;
the ocean ways, a
seed of love
planted in the soil of
my heart had taken root
and grew--only to perish
a young hope
though I loved her,
like a careless
In spite of
this and myself,
in her stare;
at the outlines
of her graceful
I did wonder:
a Helen of Troy, a prize,
on whose loveliness
so richly gorged!
But never was
a lonely man
as she could
not return my
with equal measure of feeling.
I would be more
glad had she been
unwedded to another,
could easily be within
In time, I
and love, or the
appearance of it--like
flushed down the
with her parting
Stirring sea green waters
Shifting sand finding flesh
Tides come and go
As smooth perfect pearls grow
For thousands of years it has been so
But the lucky ones find their way
To the magical places far away
Those waters forbidden
Where treasures stay forever hidden
An old man looking out his door,
gaze fixed on a distant shore,
reminiscing to a time, not of happiness,
or, the prospect of a bright future,
to when he was sick to his very core,
to when as a youth, he went to war
A time before infallibility had meaning,
patriotism and bravado the craze,
the future was still unknown,
vigor for life at its all time high,
a time for romance, partying, buying,
no thought of pain, deformity, dying
Too young to understand or question,
ship to foreign shore, medals abound,
will impress the girls next time in town,
sacrifice not temporary,
a legacy etched into a wall, few will remember,
flesh shredded, burned, torn,
A time, when he willingly went to war,
will happen no more,
all lost in youth, now unrelenting,
no blind obedience,
long life, his number one ambition
As he turns back from the door,
he thinks of the youth,
here now, soon no more,
lessons never learned,
the call to war,
to common the roar,
complacency the mood,
another generation removed
The old man agonizes
over what was originally not known,
war is preventable,
life too precious to waste,
the solution simple,
his vision, maybe too late
Send old men to the front to fight,
arthritis, heart disease, poor eyesight,
let the youth enjoy their life,
his near over, its only right
Send old men, to the front, to fight
ask them to give up their life,
patriotism and bravado, still alive,
will and desire would not last the night,
old men do not rush to death in their twilight,
failure inevitable, the old man smiles,
knows he's right
Wars not possible,
if old men, are sent to fight
Her eyes never leave
the moonlit horizon.
She will wait
an eternity, if she must.
as the tides
crash forth, then recede
back to the ocean.
The ship departing
from the docks,
the sun sparkling
on the water,
a pair of dolphins
through the surface.
They had seen it
while in each other's arms.
Yet, now they
The sky turned ominous,
engulfed the ship.
Everything went dark,
they lost sight
of each other
beneath the churning waves.
filled with salt water
as she desperately
gasped for air,
the same day he did.
along with her
cold, lifeless body.
haunting the coast.
Her feet leave
in the sand.
with the wind,
drifts upon it,
atop the waves.
The dark water
Her spirit's heart glows,
like a lighthouse beacon
showing him the way
to her arms.
She is waiting
to rejoin her.
He will return
just as she has.
Written by: Kelly Deschler October, 10th, 2013
nette onclaud's contest - "Take Two"
This was originally written for Poetess Darkly's contest -
"Heart Of The Sea"