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Alabaster Night

There is stillness in this chilly night
How peaceful is a planet that glimmers white
Where frost and moonlight weave a silver glaze
And sillhouetted trees are black as ink 
Where the only sign of life are whiffs of breath

Let me stand and drink upon the sky, 
Then rest my eyes upon the glory of the world 
Upon these strange and unfamiliar hills
I give my thanks for how such soothes my soul
 
Winter has buried our world in alabaster white
Familiar landmarks wear a cloak of new disguise
Yet still the same are scattered thorny lights
Splattered wildly in the blackness of a sky
Winter has polished up the stars against the dark
Brilliant, new, until their points are thistle sharp

How peaceful is a planet so glimmering white
To stand in voiceless wonder and gaze
Do not speak, the crystal world would shatter
Too fragile to bear the weight of words


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The Wind

~~The Wind~~
            
           ---
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
It yearns
The freedom of touch
The freedom of speech. 
Of love, 
Of purity
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

by; PD
Dedicated to all my loving friends & fans :-)


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Isle of Bast

Memories of the North Sea
sift in like sand kernels 
on a fast, frigid tide -
events that transpired outside 
the confines of rhyme,
instead, unfolding exactly 
as they were meant to.

I had never before seen
so many shades of gray.
This monochromatic splendor
was awe-inspiring,
within an absence of sunshine
that was perfectly fitting,
instead of being bleak and bleary.

The smell of salt and seaweed
awoke deep within me 
something dormant and eternal - 
a surging desire to flush
stagnant disease
from out of my blood
with an inverted force of pride.

Salty blood and water
coming together in a communion
of distant relations and movements.

A flash of bright red 
digging in the sand beside me.
My child is wearing the only
vibrant colour to be seen for many kilometres.
The colour matches
her enthusiasm and energy,
as she moves from one spot to the next
like a dancing flame.

My own fire burns in my eyes.
I had unconsciously dressed
in the same colours of the sky and sea,
blending into the scenery
as a chameleon --
an illusion thicker than clouds,
an illusion of stone
for me to melt and reinvent
at the spinning speed of thought.

I look over at my daughter
who is wearing a wide smile of wonder,
for she has not ever seen the ocean before.
She can see the chameleon
walking alongside her in the frothy surf.
Together, we collect shiny stones and shells,
our pants rolled-up to the knee
as we wade through waves.

I wonder if people onshore
can only see a solitary dash of red out here,
or if the chameleon is more
noticeable than I had thought,
while we watch sea-birds
cover the steep cliffs
in a blanket of black and white feathers.




~(2012 North Sea Remix)~






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Fragments of Shell

Tossed upon blank beaches
like men without souls,
shell fragments littering the sand.
Each broken shell once could sing
lyrics lilting of glories past,
tales spun in Dresden colors,
soft, shimmering memories - 
blissful days beneath shining seas.

In broken men who walk the earth,
vignettes I view . . .
shattered beauty every one.

August 3, 2014


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Love - Sweet - Love



                                                       Hand in hand
                                       Sandy beach with beautiful sunset
                                                            in love

                                    
                                       What could be more romantic than
                                    when the sun is glowing red and orange
                                          melts into the sea somewhere
                               And two who are in love and goes hand in hand

                
                                                       A small box
                                        On his knees in the wet sand beach
                                                     Will you be mine

                                             
                                              She blushes as the sunset
                                                Smiles her lovely smile
                                                        Yes, I would


                                          The sun melts into the sea somewhere
                                    But for a couple in love, the night is still young





08.02.2013
A-L  Andresen :)
("mix poem" )


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Just I - All Alone

I swam inside the Mediterranean Sea. In what would be my Glory Days, off Valencia’s coast, I dipped my foot in freezing water; withdrew it; then dipped it in again. (I’d always had my own will even then, just didn’t realize how strong it was). Disappointingly, my one day to enjoy the sea was cold. I still cannot recall if others from my group ventured out there with me and stayed for long although I remember a few of them were shivering riding on the bus to go back home. Oh, it was so very long ago! Nor can I recollect the suit I wore (I do know I was plump then; "Gordita” the men called out to me). The season - was it early spring or still the winter? And what specific color claimed the sea that day along my beloved Iberia’s splendid shore? Of that afternoon, I remember only this: Aimlessly I let my body float first in one direction, then another; keeping my eyes always on land, my body numb, accustomed to the freeze. No one was around me; I drifted, sometimes nearly straying. . . just I - all alone - letting my whole self go. . . for maybe 40 minutes. It was something I felt that I just had to do so that years later, standing here today (“Gordita” frozen deep inside me) I can say that I swam in that mighty, ancient sea.


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Beachworld

Silent in its violence, the sun
lays its ancient fire hand on the heat-scoured
concrete of the promenade,
the boxy seafront chalets tilting and creaking at angles,
the scorched, salt-stiffened gardens,
sand dunes, the screaming blue sea.
It is so difficult to accept a loss, a deprivation.
Innocence flaps its winding sheet behind me,

its mummy cloth of myth.
As from an isolated moon I see
the first cold breaker rush to engulf me:
an underwater undulance,
undercurrents of menace, of malice.
The sand-strewn strand stretches into infinity,
shimmering with the visions, the voices, the echoes,
the faceless departments of government and society.

I watch the insouciant people around me,
they possess a flatness, like blank paper.
They hump and lug plastic picnic paraphernalia,
ridiculously, all beach grime and blistered backs,
reduced to a red cindery glow.
Ice creams, scooped from the freezers
in trinkety seashore shops,
are clutched in sunburned hands.

They are spreading striped sunbathing mats,
snide and smiling slyly.
Is it a mirage, a delusion,
plucked from the desert-dry air?
The air snags in my throat: the flat summer stench
of warm wood, sun lotion, billowing cotton -
blank but expansive; the creaking, the flapping.
A strange wind howls and banters in my ear.

And the train shrieks through its station -
the station of my brain -
a riddled red abyss, poker-hot.
The sun is sinking:
a disc of fire, a blood clot.
Water floods the ridgy shallows,
eddying into treacherous pits.
The black gun muzzle of my mouth

flays the oxygen from the air.
My nerves a hive of wires suffering
the scarlet atrocities.
Pokers put out my eyes.
Squeezed by the forceps of agony
I see nothing, nothing
but a mirage of wavering dunes closing in
and the sea splintering; a multitude of glass glittering.


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Mortal Season

The crunch of snow under trudging feet
        A breath of white, a darkened sky
          Eyes near closed from sting of cold
          She dreams of summer days

       With each small step, that leaves it's mark
           Upon the white
    In dreamy state, where daydreams play
From cold, away from chill, from ice upon the hills..
         Her thoughts, they bide, for summer days, 
                            and dreams that take the cold away 

        She finds herself so far away, a place
           Where weeping willows brush her face
      Bending 'neath the branches low 
                 While walking on a garden's path 

         Grass gently sways, green as glass
 So timid blows the warming breeze,
      It fetches shining hair with ease
            The wisps of gold which fly astray, 
             Like meadow flowers, in yellow maize
 A melody of larks that sing
      An amber sun, a basking glow, that ambles by
          To warm a face so pale from winter's sunless sky

Until once more the breath of chill upon a cheek
            And snowflake on her lash
    Startles cold,  like morning ash, returning eyes to winter's cry
             A cold north wind that catches scarf
     A thief that snatches warmth away, and thus her dream
          And now awake, she sighs, ...to find it still,... the winter day 

 Yet distantly, there lies in wait, a springtime place, a promised fate 
           A path beneath the willow tree, where sun peeks through the velvet haze
       Where flowers bloom and meadows grow, and larks sing lovely lullabies
    The earth will wake, new walks to take.. and be, not a dream...
              But a day to praise






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Submitted for Constance's "A Walk to Remember" contest....


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we are

...like two pieces of wood,
adrift and worn through time,
passing like ships in the night,
each on a different path
but destined to meet,
somewhere in time.

...like the sky, wet kissing the ocean
with winded breath, lusting
over the crest's of calmer seas
as it fills itself with the moon
in the high-tide romance
of un-chartered depths,
awaiting to connect the stars
fill the void's of night,
and awake, refreshed
to the rise of the sun's blush
together in destiny.


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Precious Shell

Rose-veined, you opened the heart vein in me
as I crested each white wave of grief.
Nipple-rosy, you suckled sadness like mother milk;

miraculous, whorled in warm salt waters -
small sea-curled shell, rocked by my body's waves.
When sea-voiced songs swirled into the pearled

shell of your ear did you hear
my breeze blown words, wave-whispered?
Small, balled conch of cute, ocean floating

but clam-clamped to the placental shore,
tethered by a soft seaweed sway.
Little love limpet, lodged forever

beneath my heart's carapace -
a memory mollusc
clinging to my dry driftwood days.



8/6/2014
for 'Leaf, Feather, Shell or Flake' contest


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Titanic

Cocooned in orange plush, obscenely safe,
in false cinematic twilight,
light leaping out of nowhere,
dizzying the frozen yet titillated onlooker.
The popcorn-crunching crowd have eaten myth.

Beached siren,
your seaweed ropes -
drowned umbilicals -
attach you to the seabed's vast placenta.
Your rusticles drape you like a sleeping shroud.

The knife-edge of your bow; the knife plunged into mud.
A spherical light fixture sprouts a sea pen,
snaky-fingered: a poignant Medusa.
A high-button shoe rests close by.
White ocean crockery, ghost porcelain -

appurtenances of a sunken pelagian people.
Your silt bed, more than two miles below,
private even now,
refuses to yield its virgin treasure still.
A valedictory message, torn from a pocket calendar,

forced into a cold clasping hand -
a desperate flutter of paper.
Strobe, a marine rapist, raking the ocean floor;
invasion of the depths below.
Your one-way virgin voyage, inescapable.

The night was a still pool of indigo.
The berg glided silently by,
lethal as a shark's fin, with terrible finality.
The pinprick stars - flowers of light -
averted their eyes respectfully.


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Lost Treasures

How did a decent lady like me end up here, anyway?
The only girl aboard a ship of unsavory men.
The last thing I remember was sipping a glass of wine in a tavern.
Then, when I awoke, I was at sea, 
on a vessel, and surrounded by pirates.
Shanghai'd, I think they call it.
For what purpose, I do not even want to think about.
However, I found that out rather quickly.
Then, I learned something else.
A sharp cutlass and a loaded pistol are a girl's best friend.
I am hardly the damsel in distress, for I can take care of myself.

There is one thing on board this ship 
that I do not mind thinking about.
The captain, or so he calls himself.
My gaze often finds him, though his never finds me.
Only when he is giving me orders.
I have been entrusted with the helm of this vessel.
While he stares off into the waters of the Caribbean Sea.
Perhaps, planning our next heading.

The seas are strangely calm at the end of this day.
The sun is half way sunken below the horizon,
making the usual aqua-blue waters glow a golden-orange.
I stare into the dark eyes of my pirate captain,
they reflect the sunset, and shine like the gold of a doubloon.
His eyes are a lost treasure that I hope will find me.
I would trade all of the hidden treasures in the seven seas,
just for one look of those eyes.
Rubies, rare pearls, sapphires, 
even gold cannot entice me more.

I leave the ship's wheel to make my way 
down the wooden steps to the empty deck. 
And, I ask him if he has our next route mapped out.
The captain leans against the ship's rails,
looking down as if contemplating.
He slowly turns his head, 
and looks up at me with those enchanting eyes.
Then, he gives me that mischievous half-smile....




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Thoughts of Two Dimensions

Thoughts of Two Dimensions

Yesterday, I loved your courtyards
bathed in moonlight's shadows and smiles,
smitten by wavering stars,
lanterns of my youth,
that are reflected as coins,
in the quiet waters of your fountains.
Those are my reminiscences 
arabesque creatures of an old chest,
sanctified by the lavender,
and left on the bottom of my wardrobe.

Today, I love your crowded streets,
pebbled alleyways that breathe
with aromas of kitchens,
shouts of children quarreling, 
and nagging of older women
behind those awnings and windows of life well known.

Tomorrow, I will love your hot paved squares
that open to the harbors and promising high seas
while cypresses will send regards to far away winds,
and seagulls will sing nostalgia cries 
of wandering merchants and sailors.


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Take me away but I promise to sing a Song

NOTE: I have placed this Poem as a Video Poem also on
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[ This Poem is dedicated to Freedom of Expression  
and Tibetan Dharma Guru Shri Dalai Lama to support
his struggle for the cause of Freedom of Expression ]


Take me away but I promise to sing a Song


Take me away from such a place, 
Where feelings and emotions, 
cannot be freely expressed. 

Where new thoughts and ideas are crushed,
By the rod of power and corrupts.

Where mind do not get the opportunity to reveal,
its vast sea of beauty and varying colors.

Where love never flies freely in the sky,
while touching the unexplored lofty heights, and
wings of Poetry are nipped in the buds, 
before they bloom and spread their smiles.

Where wind do not flow,
while touching the flowers and buds,
Where the butterflies do not have the freedom,
to show their varying moods and colors.

Where faiths have lost their grandeurs and glow, and
shrines are converted into suffocating barracks.
 
Where love has lost its magic of moving a heart, 
to sing a song and dance on the call of its soul,
Where a vast sea of humans live,
without the freedom of expression.

Take me away from such a land and place,
Where people live in chains under iron curtains.

I promise I will come back to this land one day,
when the breeze will flow freely touching every heart,

When its people will have the freedom to fly on their wings,
I promise I will come back,  to such a place one day,

When animals too would move without fear in their hearts, and
birds would be free to fly anywhere in the sky.

When the morning dew would greet the new rising Sun,
By glittering without fear, its silver and golden beams,
When flowers and buds would freely spread, 
their alluring wings and fragrance in the air.

When the human mind would be free to explore and express, 
its ideas and colors on the canvas of paper.

I promise I will come to such a land one day,  
to Sing the song of joy and mirth.

Ravindra
Kanpur India 27th Aug. 2011

 


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Trust Life

Trust Life
Don't let life pass you by, 
Waiting for a better day, a better chance.
Live now! 
Believe in the Good in people,
Trust Life.
Never walk in anyone's shadow,
Let the light guide you,
Feel the spirit of the universe
In the golden power of the sunlight,
As it gently caresses you face.
Open your eyes to the beauty around you,
Take your strengh from nature,
It is there for the taking.
It will fill you with power
To share with the ones that need it.
Look for the beauty you posess inside,
This is the Life you waited for.
Trust Life- and you could not wish
for more!


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Crimson Tide Time

Cornering me in the bedroom's corner, you say it doesn't matter
if the lunar clock is striking twenty eight;
we can set ourselves adrift, unpick the anchorage,

the tide turning for our pleasure.
The slide inside smoother, slicker, tonight;
oddly intimate, skin-to-skin, coral depths pulling you in.

The red wave gathers, breaks, slowly spills and seeps,
creeps down my leg; neither of us cares.
We're lost in lunar loving beneath a bloodstained moon.

Our bodies cling and cleave, braced against the heave
of the current, wave upon wave of carnal carmine;
plunging deeper into the red sea,

your urging surging through me,
pulsing forward with the flood of my blood,
wet, now, with the cochineal essence of me.

Scarlet secrets of the sea cave within;
each warm gush brings a fresh flush of lust,
as the red anemone of my womb

tenses to release rivulets of rubies
and my muscles contract redly around you,
swelling to hold you with a hotter grip.

We're maroon-mottled, musky with lust,
as the crimson current churns and swirls around us.
And we're surrendering to it, going with the flow,

our skin streaked with scarlet tidemarks,
slippery with passion's puce pattern,
as the sea sweeps a new sensuality ashore.

You're dizzy-drunk on my body's heady claret,
sweat-silvered and ruby-jewelled, as you slowly withdraw,
leaving a smattering of glistening garnets on the bedroom floor.


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Sea of forgotten dreams

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.


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Nothing Remains

My fingers grasp at the void, empty-handed...
My heart lingers at hollowness, emptied out...
reminiscent when time got wrinkled, worn
when night and day left,
and only nothing remained.

The embers of my burning words
 wither into the palest of ashes,
it makes me think of dead skin cells—
they are nothing but dust
sloughed off, then piled up into dusty corners, forgotten.
Minuteness discarded, a  lover’s crumbling skeleton.

A noise barrage invades my soul’s silence,
an onslaught of thought and reason—
A wailing, pounding, desert squall that drowns me, 
shattering the dam of tranquility.

I plunge back into this abyss of loneliness.
Of course nobody’s there. 
They have all been long gone.
And here I am, with only this vast void as my company.
It whispers, it screams
and echoes into my mind, 
what they’ve all been saying all along,
that I brought this upon myself.

Maybe I did. Of course I did.
Of course I did. Maybe I did.

Back and forth, back forth it goes...

I seek sanctuary in dreams,
for it is only there that my sea of loneliness
becomes a sea of ecstatic happiness...
I seek sanctuary in dreams,
for it is only there that I am welcome.

Touch me Not! Noli me tangere.
Wake me not...

Silence has blocked your ears.

The shattering of my heart was unperceived,
so I am left alone to take extreme care of these countless shards.
I can’t afford to hurt anymore, as I have done to the others. 
With my words. With my long-winding, droning and ever-boring words.
The death-inducing kind of boring.
And only nothing cared to remain. 

I am left with no choice but to be one with this nothingness,
flow along its waves, imbibe it and become it. Nix.
Let me evaporate, let me join that cycle of seeming nothingness.
That nothing, that stark quiet before the storm.

Breathe deep into that void.
Inhale nothing. 
Hear nothing. See nothing.  Say nothing.

Then wait...

Can you feel me now?

As nothing touches you.








*** This was inspired from Catie’s “Nothing Remains”. In choosing this, in no 
way am I saying that her poem needs improvement. It is brilliant as it is. I chose this poem of hers because it moved me and spoke to me.  Thank you, Catie.


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Frozen Souvenirs - Nette Onclaud -

FROZEN SOUVENIRS  (( Collaboration * Nette OnClaud ))


by~ NETTE ONLAUD

frozen with pain she woke to find daybreak
slumped on her crumpled bed again, laid back, cast 
aside from god knows what, an unbecoming haven.

at least, this time, this bed was hers and hers alone,
dimly broiled by smells of yesterday gone
stale, drooping limbs to vaguely unbecoming souvenirs.

no longer wrestling fires but lighting them,
hope drained from flesh that craved for expired lotion
crush-boned dreams mocked her unbecoming senses.

she backed off tears that asked how this all happened,
plunging into her heart’s junkyard searching for answers
from wounds buried in near burial of an unbecoming night…


by~ POET D.

Gently she is weaving in and out of her own bed near the sea ledge,  
faith will be drawn in the sand near the watery shores 
broken down heartsick sea walls of loneliness will triumph 

yet another frozen sad mood, a shadow that feels like it will last forever,
only to rest upon her own will of over flown solitude lids
her eyes are still like fireflies throughout the ebony in the dark night sky

The lengthy halls carry echoes in which silence the memorized souvenirs
dusk announcing the end of another frozen day; 
there she sits in an incubator waiting to hear her name in the wind

A deeper, more intense treasure she found in her own reflections 
with an open mind she is in mourn in hopes that these feelings don't last long — 
a few hours or maybe a day or two she will bliss it all away



A Collaboration with *NETTE ONCLAUD

~MY COLLABORATION CONTEST~


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Allowance

My prints are visible for now as I press the soaked sand
Breathing in the cured sea air
I hear the silent roar of its mighty movement
Disobedient curves imbuing in an aquamarine blue 
Rhythmic grains of tamed shells
So violently arranged in a thing of beauty along the beaten shore
One should feel powerless against its perimeter 
As the constant ascension changes the beach slowly over time 
So to do I feel an ever so mellow shift of mind 
The sea is an ever so predictable place 
With an unpredictable aim 
Every bit true for life 


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Sunshine Flowers

The Daffodil, peeks at the yellow rays of the Morning Sun
She raises her head  :through the withering snow mound : with Dazzling Beauty
The Daffodil , Sings in harmony; Arise for I am : the Spring
The Golden weed, the Dandelion , reflects the yellow Halo Floating in the Sky
Knowing Life is short ,the Dandelion dots the Summer landscape
With Her Halo turning White, She calls the Wind and flies through the rays of the Sun
Goldenrod waits until summer is  nigh o’er before waving elegantly 
To the Yellow orb, warming her roots, She melodiously  Sings Forever be Your Glory 
The Goldenrod , humbly  Hums Hymns : to the very Eye of  a Loving GOD 
Yellow Roses speak of the Memories : “watching  the grass “Sportsman’s WAVE””
She sees the Glory of Nature : more Beautiful with each Magnificent  : Sunrise
Yellow Roses, petals so Silky Soft, holding in “ Remembrance “  a long Lost “ LOVE “
The “ AquaRose “ that Grows, in the deep Caribbean Sea “4 miles North of Aruba” 
Screams For the Sun, from her watery Grave, Yet she shines in a sea of  “ Sapphire   
                                                 " Blue " 
The Depth of the  “Blue sea, the Blue Sky above” Shadow  the glow of Sweet  
                                            "  Sunshine "
       Inspired by the Contest : " Flowers " : Sponsored by Francine Roberts
             Dedicated To my LOVES : " Barbara Jean "  & " Lenore Ellen "
              Author's Note : I Hope this is Read the way it was Written
                  YOUR Liege ALWAYS, LOVE : HGarvey Daniel Esquire
                                                7th Place win


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Der Pazifische Ozean / The Pacific Ocean / El Océano Pacífico

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.


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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.


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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.


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The Pearl

The moon was a pearl - a large white brilliant pearl of a moon precious like the one I adored as it shone down on us from the sky. The sky was a sea - a broad expanse of midnight blue as deep as the love we made deep in a night swimming with shimmering myriads of stars. And the stars were fish - beautiful shimmering star-fish as bright as the glow in his eyes - those eyes that gazed into mine deep into the night of the beautiful sky - that broad expanse of midnight blue - the sea into which we gazed so deeply in love as the moon met our gaze - the moon that shone down on me and my love most precious - Oh, night of the large, white brilliant moon - the pearl. Written 3/8/13 For the Pearl Poetry Contest of Craig Cornish


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Memories etched in the sand

Sifting warm sand 
through my fingers,
shimmering fine grains 
glitter my palm.
Sand,
filled with life’s memories
of nut brown days
of summer.

A soft silk breeze 
formed dunes
with our dreams 
that summer
when we danced to the stars.
My heart laced yours
listening to the sea
undulating waves of emotion
as we kissed 
on the velvet strand.

I still hear
the rhythm of the ocean.
Waves tumbling in unison,
a sweeping sound 
gently caressing
as we lay silently 
listening to sand
shifting over stone
to the faint chiming
of seashells.

My first love
a sea salted embrace
on a breast of sand.
The memories
forever held
in the sand
in glitter on my hand.


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Lost at Sea

Seething turbulent waters
Angry billowing waves
Ready to pound and crush
To pull under and punish
To churn and churn
And leave breathless
Gasping, fighting for breath
For LIFE

Angry...where once it was calm
Tranquil
Serene and deep
Oh, so deep
With treasures to be explored
With beauty to be seen
GRASPED
Felt and enjoyed

Now…..the storm is brewing
The waves cresting
Readying themselves to crash down
To obliterate
And exact revenge
For the sea is a force of nature
Not to be tampered with
It can mesmerize
It can allure and excite
Drench and envelope
With liquid euphoria


But it cannot be tamed
It WILL not be tamed
It will tame 
Conquer
OVERPOWER
Devour and spew out
If not understood
If not appreciated
If not held in awe and respect
It can threaten one's very existence
And if it chooses not to destroy
It is sure to leave the foolish hearted
Lost
LOST at SEA

YES, I will leave you
LOST in MY SEA
Of ANGRY PASSION

Eileen Manassian Ghali


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SEA TEMPTRESS' PLEA


She is the fish-maiden of the night, a temptress that croons to the sky wading on gills of fondled thoughts, the bearer of one fine shipmate’s doom coasting on forbidden passion and trance. On waters’ edge before the stars pale, her body swivels before an ensnared time of charmed maneuver , a hesitant prowl; till the gentle fondness weeps a lonely desire. Laying her man on the crib of soft navel an aching dusk breaks a mermaid's tune ; his breath gasping against the shore while she clings to a howling wind, pleading for rescue into deep cave of moss. Suzanne Delaney's Mermaids new poem


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Pisces

I am love, 
more than lost. 
I am more artist, than living person.
I will not give you the look in my eye,
Nor the eye of the storm. 
Or any other mechanical thought 
That beams from the corners of my 
mouth.

It is the world, 
Changing like the weather
Weaving storms into words 
And my voice into clarity.
It pools just like this:
Furious and deep, 
behind the rumination of my eyes. 

I am half fish in this world, 
more lost in the sea, 
than whole in your arms. 
Your sideways glance
Into the well, 
Reminds me of distances I swim
to be heard. 



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Swimming With Ava~

Sinking pearls of stone, in an obligatory skip
before the plunge
Haloing the horizon in silver riddles
and the earth is still.
No tides to bite the green watered breath.
No new moons eclipsed by the earth's turn to greatness.
And we laugh.
Laugh in salty brine and cosmos air.
Following the stone's tunnels in a dive into the blue.
Capturing smoothness of hair and palms.
Breaking the evening ocean floor in rhythm
as we catapult to surface calm.
Silver tipped fish wings scatter in water rings.
Algae backed hermit crabs skitter on crackling legs.
And we are the epitome of glee tonight with a fist full of ocean
and two thirds of a wish never ending.


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Luna's Light

A silver path shimmers
Across the sea and leads
To you lovely Luna lady,
Clustered by Cumulus clouds
And embraced by an indigo sky,
Enchantment emanates
From your glowing eye.

Lovers wrapped in moonbeams
Reflected by the sandy shore
Share kisses in silhouette shadows
In the magic of your rising,
In the soft music of the waves,
In the beating of passionate hearts.

© 2014 Connie Marcum Wong


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Where my flowers are

They are along the edge of the woods,
in the meadow along the mighty river,
in a little crack in the drive way,
in orderly spaces in well groomed gardens.

They are in old, forgotten cemetaries,
in hedgerows along schools and shopping centers, 
in ballfields, along ponds and ditches,
they popp up on cliffs, on top of windy hills,
in an old and abandoned flowerbox,
or almost empty clay pots.

They grace parking lots, the side of the highway,
they wind up mighty trees, fences and gates,
they thrive between the corn, wheat and barley, 
they climb old barns, forgotten homesteads,
they spread out when left unattended,
to mark the spot a family once, 
so many years ago, took pride in owning.

They are a prophet of seasons to come,
they are a splash of cheer and color,
they are visited by bees, bugs and butterflies,
they soothe us with their eternal scents,
and they always bring a smile to my face.


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Sea of Love

In this stormy sea that we call life, you calm the waters.

As I drifted along you cushioned each blow that I received.

In the mist of each storm, your light guided me to shelter.

When I was drowning in iniquity, you bathed me with salvation.

When the water became polluted you cleansed it with your blood.

When I floated out to sea, you anchored me with your love.

At times the currant was so strong, it pulled me underneath.

You wrapped your arm around me and held my head afloat.

Through each trial and tribulation, your waves washed me ashore.

You were my life preserver in a sea of lies and deception.

As you gave me the water of life, My Lord, I gladly give you mine.





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Adrift

You are adrift
In my ocean thoughts
Your mouth is a current
I am swept under


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hand that rocks the cradle

when darkness falls
shadows serenade
upon moonlit walls
and my eyes close
as i bid farewell to day

sweet dreams
cannot come
when hand from grave
rocks you back
through life's storms

i was bound to the hand
that rocked the cradle
my ship in stormy seas

slapped on the face
yet not by waves
but tasted saltwater
just the same

chilled to bare bone
then swept away
by wind of warmth
apologies?
an aftermath of storms
an unexpected pause
until the next red tide
bore my name

chained fast
to this diligent life
i longed to break free
from this anchor
that weighed me down

i swam against the tide
yet i was rocked
knocked back
through life

though tides have since parted
and seas are more calm
the taste of saltwater
still lingers
its bitterness
in my mouth

my mind
in bondage
cries out in pain
as hand from grave
rocks the cradle again









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Sailing Away

Cruising the Mediterranean
I don't wish to fight any more
I want to enjoy the sunset
On the sea I so adore

Please hold your tongue
In silence,
View the beauty all around,
Tend the sails with care
So we don't run aground

I'll make us Margaritas,
We'll dine in finest style
As our sloop carries us
Through many a sea mile

No fighting, please,
I beg you,
Let this be a sailing
in but total peace,
And anger and misunderstanding,
I pray that they do cease

So hold me as you did once,
No question of our love,
And watch the Albatross
As he flies off with the dove

The soothing sea to rock us,
As if babies in need of sleep
And the new memories we create
Forever shall we keep.


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A walk with me

Waves crash the rocks in ecstasy
as I pass the archway 
to the sea.
Onwards to the village, 
busy cafes,
the aroma of coffee brewing,
as a power of teens gather, texting.
 
I venture down 
a chestnut lined road
under a canopy 
of Copper Beech
where bright shafts of sun
illuminate a lane of lavender 
a sea of perfume
wafts the air.
 
Climbing an incline, 
hills in view,
the distant sobbing
of water sounds
a trickling brook emerges
ambling through magenta heather
and thorny gorse.

I reach a stile, 
entrance to the woods
where a carpet 
of frosted red cyclamen 
bleeds down to a deep dark glen.
A chicory lake lies there, frozen
as a mist uncurls between reeds.
  
The granite hills,
 soft with snow,
luminous against a whale grey sky.
A copse of pine trees
surround a curving river
where trout pout, bubbling.
 
At the fold of day, 
returning hom
The pale sun sinks the horizon
as stars tremble
into a velvet night




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Fall is a brewing

Outside October perches it's little feet
upon summer's fading scenery,
replacing marigolds with mums
and swapping tiki torches
for dimly lit jack o' lanterns,
illuminating midnight
with another seasons mysterious approach

and I cannot help but wonder
if fall had a heart,
to whom would it belong
(a fallen leaf,
the moon's cycloptic eye,
or perhaps someone of human descent)

an owl gazing restlessly
at the cool, autumn sky
seems to be interrogating God
with the same, single question
who, who, who

but no one answers


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Any Ideas?

Well what should I write about tonight?

Should I write about what I did today?
Should I write about my shoelaces?
Should I write about doing laundry?
Or Should I write about what I'd like for breakfast tomorrow?

Maybe I should ramble about how the school day went.
Maybe I should complain about my room being dirty.
Maybe I should name off the food in my kitchen.
Or Maybe I should just talk about my hair.

I wanna talk about what I'm learning on guitar.
I wanna speak out about my inner issues.
I wanna yell a crazy rant.
I just wanna blow off some steam.

I wish I could take a bath with a girl right now.
I wish I would've finished my homework.
I wish I could shoot ice from my finger tips
I just wish I had some soda to quench my thirst.

There are so many things I could say right now!
But I just can't seem to decide.
I'd probably get some pretty weird looks
If I told you what's all bottled up inside.

I'm everywhere and nowhere in my head
Ideas and thoughts bouncing left and right.
Too bad I can't seem to think of anything.
I was really wanting to get some feelings out tonight.

Do I need to shave in the morning?
Should I go to the music store after school?
Why didn't I grab matching socks?
What does the weekend have in store?

I wish I had something to write about.
Any Ideas?

Eh, I'll think of something tomorrow night.


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Graveyard of the Leaves

Beneath each slender limb and bough
She spreads her russet silken cloths
Discards the leaflets from their home
Like orphans left to die alone

As rumors heard by autumn wind
That gathers up her orphans gold
No headstone for the bold and rust
Cold ashes to ashes... dust to dust


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Gone but not forgotten

Our Country  Tis of  thee,  sweet land of Liberty, 
     That bleeds Red, White and Blue across the sands of a distant land.
For purple mountain majesties and amber waves of grain..
      Their blood is among the plains.
Do You pledge allegiance to the Flag for which it stands,
      One nation In need of God…
             These United States Of America.
Oh does that star spangled banner yet wave  in the hearts and mind’s
     Of those who love it more than life.
For some it is their only gift
   The greatest gift of all.

From Sea to shining sea ,
   They’ve come and they’ve gone.
Some nameless, some known,
We all die,,
    But some never come home
 The Brave,,,Back to the land of the free.

                                                

                                                     W.A.R


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Ocean Beyond The Stars

Through them one can see an ocean.

Her ocean.

It's there beyond.

Beyond the stars.

The stars in her eyes.

Upon her sea there are no boats.

If you wade too far, there is no hope
of rescue.

Still where her beaches are,
there's warm soft sand.
For her to walk.
Peaceful and calm.
Save the gentle breeze tickling her arm.
Save the calls of the sea gulls.

She holds some wet stones
cupped
in her left hand.
Shiny and sparkling.
But, not
always
beautiful.
Not always smooth
and soothing
to touch.

She contemplates each in turn.
Her collection.

Then
she gazes out upon the ocean and above it to the stars.
The stars beyond.

And so,
they are reflected there.
Forever reflected there
in her eyes.


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Embrace pt. 1

When you look into my eyes, you would probably
see another soul wandering aimlessly.
to a sea of nothingness, but I am with you,
I feel like my soul is clinging to your love,
and heart warming embrace.

When I look into your eyes, I see a free spirit,
looking for a companion. And you have one,
though I am not the most embracing soul,
but I guess you don't care.

My heart beats for you, my arms embrace you,
my eyes yearn to see your beautiful face.
If you were gone my soul would abandon me,
and plunge into the sea of depression,and
sadness, so I need your embrace.

So here we are, two souls clinging, to each other,
and not letting go. Because I need you, and you
need me. There will be challenges ahead, but
we are ready for them, for we cling to that


               Loving Embrace!

By Joshua Pickett  @ 2010


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Watermelon Summer

That was the summer...
Of watermelon fields, and hot, humid days
Of suntanned traces, and mosquito-bit faces
When the purpose of knees
Was to be skinned
Of running down a country road
Bare feet on hot asphalt
Criss-crossing across an open field
Helping ourselves
To thick pink crimson chunks
That melted cool on sun-parched tongues
Dribbling from chins
Leaving the best part
The black bullet seeds
To be spit out in rapid fire
Against the wind
Against the dusty ground
Against each other
And when the ammunition was spent
A pillowed head, among the vines
To dream on clouds that whispered by
In the blue afternoon sky
That watermelon summer



___________________________________________________________
For Skat's Contest: Summer


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In the Shallows

           I bent over to touch my toes
               and the ground tore open like a backbone.

I tried to feed myself the sky;
to splice my tearducts into the universe 
so that, when the pavement cried, it would mean something to me.
My fingernails punctured that slimy membrane
congealed with stars, 
and I brought a slice of it to my lips,
hot and slippery like a jellyfish.
Peach juice, chalky-sweet, flowed,
fleshy particles snagged in my teeth,
and the colors erupted within my mouth.

Synthesia took over my lungs.
The hollows between my knuckles flooded with synovia
and all the ectoplasm threatened to separate from my cells
with a sound like thunder.
Diphthong tasted rusty like leukoplakia as it tiptoed across my tongue.
Tomorrow rose like the skeletons of trees, 
groping for a feeling similar to catharsis
[catharsis tender as the broken wings of doves,
crunching underfoot like shattered glass.]

The clouds opened their thunderous maws
- teeth snicker-snacking, lamplight-eyes flaming the color of E#'s -
and consumed me.
I felt my skin turn to something other than skin:
thick and rough with scales,
my fingerprints melting into something waxen, smooth and opaque,
like pomegranate kisses on coffee mugs.
A feeling ignited deep in my structure;
cedillas blossoming like lilies from my lips,
fragmented sentences stretching taut as guitar strings
between my thumb and forefingers.  
A flutter gentle and demonic as Calcifer erupted from my system
- splattering hot and frothing into my hand -
and fluid rushed in.

   I dared to taste oblivion,
       and the sky swallowed me. 

My lungs failed to be lungs.
They flooded with caustic matter,
and I coughed up reflections sharp as fiberglass;
fighting with organs phthisical and sore.
I struggled to find a way to describe it:
the feeling of consuming something greater than yourself,
of opening your eyes and tasting the sound of rain.
It was like swimming, 
but inside out.

            I bent over to touch my toes,
              and my spine tore open;
            the loose laces unraveling, veterbrae poking out
          like the tines of forks.
            I tried to contort myself into the beginning,
              but I only found where I end.


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Bewitchment of Poseidon

How sweet the sound of raging sea!
Long has peace reigned so devoted,
But has it thought of wicked treachery? 
Nay, it had never plotted retribution!

Be that as it may,
I, the goddess of the deep,
Utter these very words of incantation
To suppress the fury that curses my veins!

May the vicious wind kiss the sky,
As rain pours down with shattered glass.
Let waves of thunder lacerate merciless boulders.
If confusion withers the depths of tranquility,

So let it be!


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Stella Married To the Sea






O fair lady- lady of the sea
by the name so fairly called, Stella
Yes! that name ever so dear to me.
And Stella who rides a ship-
marrying each wave- caressing the salt
Rides, boldy rides until a shore she haults.
But no land in sight, so Stella ride!

A bell be rung, a song that sung
From home town Oklhoma to Stella who's gone.
So sadly at a distance, people see her blood
trapped under the salty surface as the ship does run.
The death portray but people not know the 
O fair lady- lady of the sea
by the name so fairly called, Stella
Is merely with and married to the sea.


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Winter Opus

Winter
Slow ghost in fields of thought
Giver of the inward memories,
turning outward the sigh
of loving and of life
that through the ages remains.

Visible breaths in the blue
Portraits of time
from a barren silence
where once prospered
the sea of sweet words.

Frosted Earth, frozen embryo
Something has stifled 
the summer's witness
and brought to our sight
the unfolding
white-woven night.

All is calm under the chilled air,
among the dull houses
and streets of uncertainty.
The mind burns brightest
in the bitter winter,
in long, lonely walks
through the gleaming dream,
embracing with a grin
the swaying winds
and trees that scream.


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The Way Home

For forty weeks I kneaded a promise,
introducing myself
to an enigmatic stranger
that resided within
stretching boundaries
until he overflowed into my soul.

While his lungs searched the air
for breaths of inspiration
my hands, for the first time,
reached for a warmth 
greater than faith or flesh
without hesistation
and without the familiar fear
of rejection.

I’d never before expected so much
from someone so small
or trusted myself so much
to have the courage 
to die a little, bury one child
to nurture another
but I did.

Fifteen years 
of rough waters and sea monsters
and my tides still rise and fall 
by the ebb and flood 
of his negotiating moons;
sometimes I feel 
as if I’ll be washed away
while garnishing his heart and mind
with vigilant shepherds

but I shine on, 
sewing bright buoys to sea foam  
so that when someday my lamp has been doused
my son will still know his way home.


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Gifts from the Tide

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


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In Like a Lion

Find a book
Light a light
Outside the wind
Blows wild this night
By the fire
Watch the blaze
Crimson flames
Hypnotic gaze
Windows tight
Bolt the door
Safe inside
From lion's roar


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Sea of Life

The ocean flows in my blood
so many years since the sea
I’m standing tall on dry land
dealing with stress when it comes

Life and love are mysteries
nothing here last forever
I’ll be sailing this strong sea 
which I call the sea of life


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Beautiful Oblivion

Sit and watch the thin, blank dawn
that never quite sweeps you off your feet.
Wrestle with memories that don't want to be suppressed,
and repress the urge to canon-ball into the ocean. 
(sinking: sinking slowly, because you never learned how to swim.)

Listen to rainbows churning in oil-spill puddles,
and wait for the beautiful oblivion to take its toll.
Somewhere inside you know things will never be the same again,
but that's okay with you, sickening as it seems.
(you want to float away into seaweed forests and play fetch with the big, bad wolf.)

Dream of living a full, happy life
while you tear your world apart.
Sell your body to those dark, dank demons in your cerebrum,
whimpering and wondering deep into the night. 
(praying for a chance to show your worth while you still exist.)

Sink low beneath the foaming sea,
wring out your hands and paint your thighs with scarlet letters.
Let the wolves lap the salmonella from your fingertips
and wrap yourself in red - lay face down in the snow, don't breathe too deeply:
(someone dances in snowflakes nearby.)

Watch the thin, blank dusk
that never quite sweeps you off your feet.
Wish for brazen arms and a warm crook of the neck to rest in.
Hug yourself beneath the covers and silently cry; you know now...
(no one wants to comfort a girl who craves suffering.)

You will never be what anyone wants. 


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On Ebony Sails

Oh what a tangled web we weave,
ever haunting in devious wombs...
tattered voyagers embarking to the confine,
and by nightfall, swarthy leather pants
whip and crack like the white flag
blowing and tearing in a cold snap.

On ebony sails the ravens are perched,
pecking at threads that dangle
from dusky cloths which follow
a foreboding path among the charcoal seas,
with only a pale, crescent moon to light the way.

Heavy weighted winds we will travel;
with no need cast anchor to rest, for
even under the darkest of starless skies 
we will navigate through any storm.

Whirlwinds of ships 
encircle endlessly in a carousel of waves, 
each riding their horses in a cynical unison,
Captain yell fire, seize fire, aim... and fire again.

On the ashen deck the posts are split,
the ocean floor reverberating while
fingers trace softly around her lips, 
saturated in sweat and tears... hope, and fear.

In our time we've marked our authority,
through scorching suns and frigid blizzards...
on ebony sails we headway forever
to our home beyond the sea...


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Tide

Must be so far
'Cause I can't see the end
Here's hoping
Here's to all who never cared

I said I'd serve you until the end
Not so hard to understand
But you have killed the moment
Left me here for dead

Coming too fast
'Cause I can see the end
Here's hoping
You take time forget

I said I'd serve you until the end
Not so hard to understand
But you have killed the moment
Left me here for dead

Coming too late
'Cause I have passed the end
Here's hoping
You let go of all regrets

In comes the tide
To wash your life away
Here's hoping
That you're on solid ground


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Mother natures caress

Blue topaz delight constantly in motion
forcing up salty waves of might 
Feel the sand under your feet,
feel it ride back to the sea 
Cool wet ocean aroma 
crashing on the rocks of the border 
Spray forth into the air 
Dried sea squirt upon my face, skin and hair 

Drift wood beaten by the master, 
you lay stretched out with seaweed stuck to your side
dehydrated from the sun, reshaped, unworn, overdone
The sea is unkind to all that enter her blind 
For she has a mind of her own
To many a tale she’s has claimed 
twisted ships, boats and all that were maimed 
Rest quietly now on her sands of splendor 
For when night approaches all must surrender 


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Strawberry Shortcake

Out to the lush strawberry bed
When fields were sweet with clover blooms
With baskets we crept through straw filled rows
And picked the luscious fruit that grew on trailing vines
Our basket heaped with scarlet gems
In sweet anticipation of the treat in store
We washed and hulled the berries in the sink
A cake pan then was filled with biscuit sweet
And gently baked till golden brown
Then spread between the layers warm
The berries oozed so juicy red
And topped with cream, perfections end!
Yummmmm 
   Sweet
        Taste
               Of 
                   Summer


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Beyond the Distant Horizon

The open sea
Seems endless
In every direction for me

The last accompanying sail
Gone over the edge,
The tip of the mast
A sight I found a comfort
Is now a thing of the past

All alone on a world
With no end
Sailing alone
With a heart to mend

No ocean liner
Or luxury yacht for me
A simple boat
On this useless sea

If I make
Some distant shore
To sail once again
A desire I will have no more


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What Do You See?

When you look at a butterfly, what do you see?
The brilliant color and intricate design
A soft, gentle creature, serene
That morphs through its lifetime
And debuts in spring
Dressed in the most glorious attire
Even royalty is envious
Fragile but free with no inhibitions
Pleasing the eye of its beholder

When you look at a butterfly, what do you see?
I see a conveyor bearing 
Two hearts attached for its wings
Each independent of the other
Yet they function as one
Exploring enchanted gardens
Tasting an array of choicest delights
Come each spring two hearts reborn
Grown together and morph into one

When you see a butterfly, what do you see?


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Wave Washed

Presence dissolved
Cresting watery fingers awash
Impressions in the sands
This cynical acquaintance
Running away
From flawless memories
In their laughter’s echo
I sat and watched
As my childhood castles
Were drank away
By the Atlantics thirst
Everyday one summer


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Lady by the Sea

I saw her standing there
facing the sea.  Her diaphanous
gown draped with gentle folds in
harmony with the breeze.

She seemed poised for flight 
like a long limbed ballerina.
I saw the surf break into an
avalanche of foam and felt

fear that made me huddle and quake.
Tumbling waves licking at caves
mad and destructive.
Her gown became a black shroud

and her sins died in my bosom.
I could not look at her face
lest I see myself and
become astonished.


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On the Edge Of Forever

The shores of time
are at our feet
The sea of eternity
we've come to meet
What we'll find
Is beyond our grasp,
If only to have
A lover's hand to clasp

To wade together
Under the moon's sweet light
To have one to say "Good Night"
Where a mere touch outlives
wild ecstacy
Where in the world,
There is but you and me
To walk these shores
Till time grows slow
Always aware that you know
We are as one,
Always will be,
Past the drying of this ancient sea.


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Mermaids Heart

Mermaid Heart 

Mermaid on the moon: 
come see me soon. 
I am fading in the night, 
losing my light, 
I am torn in two pieces; 
one of them is ewe. 
Heart,a mermaids heart, 
is the only 
word---that i have been 
able, 
softly spoken, 
to find---to utilize, 
in the water, 
where my mermaid swims. 
Which one word (heart) 
my heart 
spoken in love 
comes even close 
close to the love 
written in the 
Heart of ewe, 
Woman in the foamy waves 
swimming near to me, 
my love it comes. 
It is a heart, 
a mermaids heart. 



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Sunrise

I sit in my kitchen 
with a cup of tea,
while the world 
is still asleep,
and there in the darkness, 
I  wait for you 
in a state of tranquility.

Soon - a drop 
of magenta  seeps,
into a sea of black,
as it  bleeds and bleeds,
in multiple streams,
bringing the daylight back.

Then from the base, 
of a purple line,
where the sea and earth
meet  sky,
a blazing ball of fire appears,
nearly blinding my eyes,
and the night -  in a flash -  
disappears.

Higher and higher,
that ball of fire,
rises into the sky;
setting the boughs
of the pines ablaze,
in shades of red,
and golden rays,
beneath a sky
now royal blue
as I watch the sun
rise in the East
and dream - again,
of you.

~~~~~


Author:  Elaine George


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Heart of the Sea

           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 ?


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in the sand

between the grains of sand
all my dreams shattered apart
a cup of my coffee spilled in between
 dissolved between the salty waves
 disappeared
just like a lost dream
between the grains of sand a lost life 
so things seem
no matter how hard I hold on
everything  from between my fingers slip
just like sand   grains
lost between life's sea waves in endless vain
one thing that would remain
that would be pain


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. F.T.W.(oil)

.       F.T.W.
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!!!!!

=(contest)=


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leaving August

        Leaving the last days of August
          memories of the sea waves crashing 
        Tides that leave shells broken to find ~
        
        picnic memories ~
                      fireworks night 
                             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 
                        no wins 
                            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 :)

                    



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Tempest

Call her "Tempest", for hers are eyes of storm.
Winds of passions held at bay, a torrent of tears uncried,
fires bound in those confines yearn to flash unchained into the night;
and peace is seldom found behind the clouded walls in the eyes of storm.

Her face reveals no inference nor her manner does supply
the slightest indication of the tumult found inside.
Her twisted tresses hint with subtlety
the wants,
the needs,
the fears,
the hopes,
the sorrows 'neath veils of lashes bound.

A sharpened tongue and razor wit, iced cold with frigid stares
are evidence more of the battle fought within erstwhile founts of tears.

The clouds spiral ever faster and the waves mount higher still.
The tormentuous seas have victims claimed, for none have yet them tamed.
Within those eyes of Tempest rage the unsettled memories
of sailors many and those to whom the task proved beyond reach...
for yet has one to brave those eyes and weather well the gale...
to find the calm I know is there within the eyes of storm.

I thought once to be a sailor...to face undaunted her winds and rain.
Methinks I once caught sight of sun amid her skies of darkened gray.
I know the calm is in there...in the heart of this hurricane,
'though I doubt it is I who'll find the peace deep within the eyes of storm.

Yeah. call her "Tempest", call her "Storm" call her "Calamity",
but fear not the rain,
nor winds,
nor waves she'll hurl in direction thine,
For somewhere beyond her wall of clouds 
is Eden in the eyes of storm.


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A seed of love planted in the soil of my heart

I sailed unaware into 
the ocean currents 
of her life:
and 

smitten, I 
desired to ride 

them with her;
somewhere 
along 
the ocean ways, a 

seed of love 

planted in the soil of
my heart had taken root 
and grew--only to perish 
like 

a young hope 

that's fleeting:
though I loved her, 
she 

still wounded
me 

like a careless 
knife. 

In spite of 
this and myself, 
I looked 

for encouragement
in her stare; 
and 

at the outlines 
of her graceful 
form 

I did wonder: 
she was 

indeed 

a Helen of Troy, a prize, 
on whose loveliness 
I 

so richly gorged! 

But never was 
a lonely man 
more wretched 
than 

I was, 

as she could 
not return my
affections  

with equal measure of feeling.  

I would be more
glad had she been 
unwedded to another,
and   

could easily be within 
my desirous 
and
jealous 

orbit! 

In time, I 
never 

saw 
her again;

and love, or the 
appearance of it--like 
an aborted 

fetus

flushed down the 
toilet--died 

with her parting 
as well!



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If Old Men Fought

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,
forever more,
a legacy etched into a wall, few will remember,
flesh shredded, burned, torn,
families mourn

A time, when he willingly went to war,
will happen no more,
all lost in youth, now unrelenting,
no blind obedience,
minimal risk,
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


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The Old Salt

The Old Salt was a special man who came along in a time
when he was needed most.

A time that is now gone forever.
When men believed and sacrificed, when hero’s walked the earth in mass.

When patriotism was not just a word
but,
by what men lived and judged the worth of each, 
a man who lived a life most of us cannot comprehend. 

An era now gone as this warriors tour of duty ends at this station, 
and begins anew in the heavenly fleet. 

Sail on Sailor into your unaccompanied tour,
we salute you.

What greater honor, that when a man moves forward, 
he leaves behind in each of us the best of what he was. 

A defender, protector, supporter, victor, a warrior, 
the last of the breed from an era when ships were made of wood
and men were made of steel.

The Old Salt has reported for duty that takes him away from us for now. 

Those of us who remain behind,
remember, and will continue to remember, 
because he now resides forever in our hearts.

As I look up at night, I envision The Old Salt,
a beret draped just above the eye, 
as he draws upon his pipe, 
quietly he waits.
The guardian of heaven’s gate.



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Summer

The ceiling fan turns
seemingly without purpose,
sending a slight ripple of
shivers into the still air.

The porch isn't any cooler.
Tears of sweat make their way down
a slender glass of iced tea,
drinking up smaller beads,
becoming a rivulet as gravity brings
it more quickly into the pool
around the bottom of the glass.

A rivulet of sweat
makes its way down her chest
sending a tickle
as it finds its way between her breasts.

A sip of tea
cools her throat as it
makes its way down to
cool the soul of summer.


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Sea Glass

Old glass bottles tossed in the sea
Enhanced by years beneath the deep blue
Small chunks or shards paper thin
Root beer brown, forest green
Aquamarine and frosted white ice
Bits and pieces of colored broken glass
Worn by waves, recycled by the sea
Metamorphosis trash to gems

Problem with searching for sea glass
You're hunched over, never looking up
You never real see the coastal view
Afraid you'll miss that one special find


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Elysian fields

There are these gifts from the Lord here where I stand   
Down the rivers edge with pebbles and dreams
Where the morning sun lay basking so sweet
Silver flickering springtime bugs
Flushing waters over submissive gems
Leaching carpets of moss find cozy roots
And those squeaking limbs rub in the breeze 
My shoes are soaked in this boggy soil -
But nuisance or not this feeling  lingers  
This place where I foot and stumble- 
Has changed with season 
But each change intrigues me so 
I’ve longed for the new birth to pioneer its self 
Oh joyful robins you’re a welcoming visitor-
And you shall create your nest for fledglings to come
This beauty I see in everything inspires me
Past the hallowed trunk and the particle pale fields 
My bench invites my to tell my tales


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On a hill at the beach

Spread your wings, dear child, and fly
to where the green sea meets blue sky;
run on the crests of gentle waves
and grab the sunlight as it raves
about the brightness of the day;
float with the sea gulls as they sway
upon the friendly winds, and dive
with playful dolphins as they jive
in the cool waters of the bay.


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Waterfall

Across the bridge and through the Glen
Past Mill on right, wheel stopped again
Trees are leaning on the slope
That they stay up that is my hope
Till I am past and on my way
Past bracken brown and grass like hay
There in the distance, silver and tall
Musically cascading the waterfall
I sit on rock and watch flow
That carved its way eons ago
And watered foliage in the Glen
Powered Mill wheel, stopped again
Through some unseen broken part
Deep in the Mills great grinding heart
Still onward flows the falls emission
Tween banks of green with people fishing
Till estuary at last gives way
To open sea where fish can play
And wind the moisture can lift high
To form great rain clouds in the sky
To feed the spring, that feeds the tall
Musically cascading waterfall




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lossing my ship.

Locked in my cabin I can bare to think
   turn to the rocks and let it smash and sink,
       our voyage's end seems to be on the brink,
           alas  a RAIDERS ship now turns to a mild drink,
"captain" a voice at my cabin door screams out,
    as I reach from my sward and stand firmly stout,
         " our ship lyes in the thickest of fog and without,"
               if I listen to the words they are words of doubt,
I steady my hand with a drink and my fate as well
    I open the door and the a crushing angry sea I smell,
        one step out and calm my ship sits still and without yells,
             looking into the eyes of the broken I see withered shells,
how could this be this is my ship and it escaped me,
     a tyrant in my days of old I sit calm speechless as a tree,
          no mutiny no sabotage only a crew unwilling to hear my plee,
              a ship over run by blind servants and disregard for my decree, 
the ski clears as the seas water turns blue,
     a smile from faces as if waiting for an accrue,
         a dead mans ships drifts on waters and starts anew,
               my body plunges into the sea and even at my death I knew,
the soul tamed by ones lovers kiss has no purpose,
      a mans word floats unheard willingly disregard and missed,
             and a captain can only rule until another strips him of his ship,
                   now forgotten and gone this ship floats lost and unequipped.  
  
       
              


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Glisten in the Moonlight

Your glorious emerald eyes 
Glisten in the moonlight 
Glisten in the moonlight 
Delight dances in the water
I watch it joyfully
You are set free from the cage...
You're like a dove soaring in the sky
You are the rain...
drizzling down in ecstasy 
A hint of ecstasy is shown in your reflection...
When you caress me... I'm relieved... 
From the stress that forced me in chains
I knew we'd be on the brighter side of tomorrow 
We're glistening in the moonlight 
I knew we'd become candles in the heavens above us
We're glistening in the moonlight
For a moment, I felt your presence...your radiant with sympathy 
I saw at first glance the dark side of you
Tonight, we'll be together and fly through the horizon 
We'll watch the sunset say its last goodbye...
We'll wave a greeting at the moon! 
We glisten in the moonlight...
What if I was as handsome as the lion...
Roaring with pride and pure courage
What if we were glistening in the moonlight?
Would it bring health to our bones tonight?
Would it make our heart rejoice and overflow with delight?
Would we be able to survive this horrifying plight?
Would we be shimmering like a candlelight?
We're glistening in the moonlight... (6)
Ohh...yeah...ooh yeah...ooh yeahh...
We reach to the stars and hope we can trace a shooting star
I feel the coolness run down my fingers...
We're glistening in the moonlight
You're the dandelions in the fields
You're the gorgeous view that I marvel at everyday
When you kiss me, I live my dreams
We glisten in the moonlight
In a quick moment, I sense a feeling of endless renewal 
I roam inside of your illuminating maze 
Glow on... sunshine... 
Glow on...sunshine...
Glisten in the moonlight...
Listen to the truth and rub it in
You are ravishing like the sunset
But you're ascending while I'm descending
I feel extremely guilty
I wish I could glisten with you in the moonlight
You're glistening in the moonlight (6) 
Ohhh yeahh... oohhh yeahh... ohh yeahh
You're glistening in the moonlight (4)
We go our own way
I wish we can glisten like the moon
Glisten like the sun 
There's a dream concealed inside of me...
Reveal your light and pour it upon me
You glisten in the appealing moonlight
While I'm subsiding... you're fulfilling your dreams
Of gliding across the horizon 
You're independence... keeps on scorching with satisfaction
While I'm below you... 
Your emerald green eyes
Stared me down like a hawk...
Your emerald eyes
Gaze down at me genuinely...
I wish we could flee together in reality...
That could be a possibility
To glisten in the moonlight in glee
We were glistening in the moonlight (3)
But that was only a dream...
I'll pray that it turns into a reality
We were glistening in the moonlight 
Now, I've misplaced my delight...
Will I ever experience such a brilliant night?


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Indian Palaces and Long Lost Paintings

The ocean keeps us apart
Like shackles tying us to the Earth
They cannot bind us forever,

Sweetheart,
Close your eyes... can you see me?
Hold out your hand... can you feel me?
When you part your lips... can you taste me?

Sweetheart,
In my head the science is simple
What are the coordinates? ...Here.
And the time? ...Now.

The ocean keeps us apart
But under the stars we remain together.

1.30.2013


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A Glimpse of Hawaii

A tunnel of branches with leafy green shade
Arc over the winding quiet road
On our windward island’s side
Heading toward the north shore
Where giant waves treat surfers
To the thrill of a lifetime in winter season.
Look deeper into the tunnel of leafy branches
To espy the trail of ants busy at work
And see the gecko capture his breakfast roach.
Look beyond the giant surf
Down through the teal colored waves
And see honu swim with schools of fish,
In unison, as they go about their exciting day.

One cannot help but sense that deeper flow,
That serenity of our island’s glow,
Which surges forth through verdant
Flapping leaves with bright bananas
Peeking out, or not be moved by radiant blossoms
Of varied hues of the ever blooming China rose.
As the sun rises over Diamond Head 
And birds take flight--to any soul’s delight--
They begin their chatter amidst the fluid air,
The day begins just as it ends,
 In paradise.

© 2010 Connie Marcum Wong

Aloha, and Mele Kalikimaka! (Merry Christmas!) 


Gecko: is a small, mostly nocturnal tropical lizard of the family Gekkonidae, usually 
having toe pads that can cling to smooth surfaces: the largest species, Gekko gecko,  is 
sometimes kept as a pet. 
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Honu: The Pacific green sea turtle is called honu
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China rose: Another name for Hawaii’s state flower the hibiscus

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Side note* The Pacific Green Sea Turtle


Did you know that all the hatchlings in the nest of the Pacific green sea turtle are either 
male or female? The sex of the turtles is determined by the temperature of the nest. 
Cooler nests produce a clutch of males, while warmer nests produce females.


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Promise me

You collapse to the ground 
I hurry to catch you 
Whispering words of destitution, tiredness, and fatigue
You tell me you’re tired
Weary to live like this  
With this illness 
How it shuts every door 
Pains to the core 
Slowly, spitefully, you start to lose yourself 
I fear that in my every soul 
Tears of ache run down my sight 
I yell at you, beg you at you to stop 
Demand you to discontinue 
Thrive for that promise of yours
Tell me it’ll all be okay 
Tell me you’ll get better 
Awe me with your dreams 
Inspire me with every act of good of yours
Every city you wish to route every street of its 
Every sunset you wish to set eyes on 
Every night sky, full of bright blazing miracles 
But you don’t 
You tell me you can’t 
And I ask of you to do that 
But although that 
Although every worry that ties me 
Every doubt, every tear, every darkest misery 
You surrender and leave 
Leave me there
All anxious and terrified 
Of what comes next 
What is due to occur
And it frightens me 
Keeps staring at the empty space 
With thoughts and thoughts 
Conquering 
Torturing 
Consuming 
We began with nothing 
And what’s left is nothing 
But all that we began with


 


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OXYGEN WITH YOU THOUGH I FIND NOT THE WORDS



music
music
music

silence-knot
silence-knot
silence-knot

thread-channel-wave
thread-channel-wave
thread-channel-wave

sea sea and sea and mouthful  and drowning
and salt in the algae
and brilliant and resplendent mist
and salty tears
in each rotation towards oxygen
and salted water in the collapsing ovaries
bursting bubbles in the anchor
and seminal sweet waters in the sea
in each rotation towards oxygen
and waterish tears in the glassy sand
and crystals in the algae and organs
and honey in the brine
of the great mother-father fluid



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My Feet Are Freezing and Time Has Shown Itself

You are ever the tide that 
tickles my toes, 
leaving sandy sparkles in my 
hair ... like mica, 

You are the rhythm of days 
that steals my tears ... 

You are angry waves that wash 
the film of sorrow clinging to my soul 
far on out to sea 
to mingle and rest among the easy 
colours of we ... 

You are my small box of tomorrows 
wrapped in background music 
of sea scents 
and thoughts incomplete ... 

You own my nakedness in dayshine 
and moonlight, my soul 
silhouetted next to yours, 
blanketed in strands 
of thinning illusion ... 

You are evermore sun stars 
in my peripheral, 
tiptoeing crystals on breaking crests 
that beg your name 
‘til time runs out again ...


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A summer sigh

The lush of the land lies as velvet moss green carpet
The river rushing its morning wash
rumbling as it spins twisting and turning its tidal path
over the chance carried stones to the seas
Where the coastal sands of time are met
Meeting waves pulled by undercurrents
Finding rocks, kale, seaweed and moss covered
Just as the hair of cherubs faces foamed
Then gently adorned with shell and mollusk jewels
and salty sea air crusts crystal formations alongside
In come the tides bringing with them oceanic treasures
Driftwoods, wreckage, salvage, 
that have crashed and bashed the cliffs along the way
To finally rest ashore and be renewed
To become beach combers delights
Trinkets gifts or items for the home


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Junlado Maiden

Beneath sullied cloth, hastily covered
chain of seashells nestled
soundless, threads of an old story.
Your eyes, beneath lashes that catch
snow—I see the deep blue
sea of Junlado, 
waves shining grey before the setting sun.
What are you doing here in the frozen north?
You came from seashores
cherry blossoms raining upon 
your brown upturned face
dreaming of another world, you beautiful fool.
There is no other world when we
all suffer beneath endless winter. 
Pity, a sweet face lined and streaked;
I watch it as you pour wine.
I, merely a wanderer
in rags, as we all are.
But I am strong, dear child.
Let me not see those purest tears
forming, unforming within
sinless eyes—
what are you doing here?
Go back
Go back to your land. 
Swim, there, forget, in the bluegrey 
Let joyful pearls make pure a salty sea.
We all suffer, but
you
at least 
deserve to go back.


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The Jellyfish Chronicles

Beneath my tendrils,
Hidden by waves of despair
Lie Souls lost in storms nightmare
No cross, or family visitors,
 Except crabs and eels 
And curious seals

Picking away at the last semblance
That made them once human
The seas sermon, their last chaplain
A sunken boat, company for the last captain

The sea has many secrets
And I know her spirit well
For I am the last witness
To ships that sink
To gulls that die
To hear the whales that cry
To see the births,
Far away from man’s eye
 
I cast my shawl
Up mountains hidden
By current and canyon
I watch with my many eyes 

The dolphins panic caught in trawlers net
Whose whistle, the final lament
Asphyxiation the cruel torment

The finless shark, the once proud ruler of this realm
Writhes in clouds of blood, while enemies swoop
Victim to another’s, gourmet soup

All is secret, for the sea hides many things
Her coral cities and sea horse prairies
But locked away in Davies locker
Oil and gas, 
The treasure and the waste
She is the mother of all,
And the reaper of her domain

And I am left to wonder
For her embrace is mine to share
 For I am the jelly fish, and I am a witness
To all who have wronged
This place where I belong

And now I see the virgin iceberg
A last paradise where man is not welcome
Leave my mother be, and leave her children’s kingdom

Let the cold be her knight,
Let the bears rule the night
And let nature be the light.
For I am just a jellyfish

Wandering my home, the sea,
You go to yours and let mine be.
For the sea will always be a part
Of you, and  me.
And that is how, to respect my home, the sea

Footnote: Thejellyfish has over twenty eyes, more than any other creature on the planet 


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Fana: The Falling Away of the Falling Away

So much of life
Is like walking a beach all alone;
Where you began is lost in the white distance behind
Where you are headed a mystery as well.

We carry along two small bags of pretty pebbles
We gather along the way,
One for the joys
One for the troubles.

Both bags get a little heavier
The further we go.

Mostly it's a long silent walk
With a boundless sea whispering by our side
In a tongue too ancient for the rational mind.

     But here and there we stop
     And turn to gaze out over that sea,
     Fingering pebbles as we do.

     And sometimes, if we're very lucky,
     And we wait and listen long enough,
     The whisperings begin to make sense
     And we become aware that 
     An unseen Someone,
     A special Beloved,
     Has been pacing us all along;
     That we have never been truly alone.

One must be careful not to turn too fast,
To try to see this Beloved,
Or they will vanish like a snowflake on the tongue.

The trick is to cast one's gaze deep into oneself;
Then the Beloved will appear, laughing at our cleverness,
And we shall see that our silent companion 
Looks exactly like ourselves
As we appear in others' eyes.

And if we can bear to match the Beloved's gaze long enough,
They will vanish before us
And we will find ourselves gazing out over that sea with their eyes,
And see it as it truly is: dancing, infinite,eternal, perfect.

     If we can do this but once,
     We can open our bags and toss the pebbles into the sea,
     Even as we realize that sea as well is but a part of us;
     We will understand its language of  song and laughter,
     And disappear into everything joyfully
     To the sound of our own
     Perfect and infinite

     Laughter

As the great whirling dance
Begins again.


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Fun in the Sun

Flesh on show and sun tan lotion
bodies laid on towels or sun lounges 
By the ocean
Salty air wind blown hair
Music streaming from the near by fair
Baby screaming nappies full
Cool guys looking for babes on the pull
Sun shades and floppy hats
Grown men playing cricket with ball and bats 
Sand castles and buckets and spades
Candy floss and lemonade
Father With binoculars pretending to look out to sea
Or read a newspaper but really looking at the bathing beauties
Bikinis and manknies G strings tight where the sun don't shine
Hot dogs and hamburgers the popping of corks from bottles of wine
Hairy legs and wrinkled skin
child almost drowning couldn't swim
Muscle bound Life guards with muscles to impress
Granma lost her false teeth
Dropped between her breasts
Ice creams and summer dreams
Young child peeing in the sea
Among the swimmers splashing about with glee
People playing beach ball and football
Mother calls come on all it's time for tea
Large Busty woman running like jelly on a plate
Wobble wobble
And nearly starting an earthquake
Sand between your toes
Sun burn on your nose
Sweaty arm pits sweaty bums
Toffee apples and bleeding gums
Sea gulls flying screeching high above
Clear blue sky pure white dove
Watching the frothy waves stretch upon the shore
Watching the horizon and tiny boats 10 miles away or more
Dogs running here and there
Sweets being passed around to share
Crabs and shrimps and other critters in a rocky pool
Children with fishing nets and jars to take them back to school
Para gliders pulled by speed boats high in the sky
Oh why do people want to risk life
As they could die
Postcards to write people on there bikes
The smell of fish and chips
Children with jam around their lips
Couples walking hand in hand barefoot on warm sand
Treasured memories and photo's to cherish
Suitcases packed feeling unwound and relaxed
Can't wait until next year when they come back.


Peter Dome.copyright.2013. July.


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new aquatic species

       Science in all fascination has discovered a species aquatic 

  Theorizing this new yet old species remained hidden as Merman  

  only to live in secret at the oceans floor the mermaid a tribe indigenous 

  once said to be myth yet all proof and technology film does not lie 

  Tsunamis has given the ocean a true glance of the man with webbed hands

  The species communes with dolphins will be under a microscope to analyze  ?


    " The World is not ready to see what I have "  Jacques Cousteau ~


         to be entered in The Science contest ~


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Bodega Bay

Whitecaps splash against
Charcoal colored rocks that
Lie in scattered clumps 
Hugging the summer shoreline,
Leaving white frothy foam 
That quickly disappears as
Steadfast rocks prepare for 
Their next embrace.
The ocean is calm today 
And my thoughts drift
Through azure skies 
To mingle with the clouds.

© Connie Marcum Wong


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Sun Kiss - Welcome the Day

Sun Kiss - Welcome the Day
                   by Amy Swanson



Kissed so softly by the sun

          warmth on my face

                    wind in my hair

                              enjoying this place


          of quiet contentment
  
          at peace with life

          letting my problems

                   go .... 

                         ... flow... 

 
out into this

sunfilled
sunshine
sunglow
sunkissed

                        afternoon

                        without a care.


Breeze blows gently
       
            I close my eyes ...


                          soul drifts along


                          entwined with nature

                          precious moment

                          peaceful solitude

                                               ~d
                                                    r
                                                      i
                                                        f
                                                          t
                                                            i
                                                              n
                                                                g~
                                                                          dreamlike...

kiss of sun

       hot on my eyelids -

                                                   my heart open


                                                   I welcome the day.


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The Beach

What a magical place, the beach.
Where there is no need to sing and no need to look back to the regrets of each day.
Where we can silently listen to what it is the waves try to tell
Where the rocks serve as the cushion where we softly lay down each painful         
memory, that even though they hurt we want to protect.
Where the past becomes jealous of the present.
Where we patiently await for the waves to carry away the message in a bottle to some 
safe and nonexistent destination.
											
Yes, the beach, where the cool breeze caresses the stress and sadness off our faces
Where crying in the rain is over-rated
Where every tear drowns a memory
And the waves crash against the rocks as if beating an odd

Where there is no need to sing, do you hear the wind? Do you understand its melody? 
Can you feel its strength undressing every inch of every scar time has tattooed in our 
lives?
The beach and its wide space where you can hear the eco of your silence screaming into 
the air whatever it is that makes you silently cry.
Where every ray of sun burns the unnecessary and painful thoughts that float into space.
Yes, the beach where the silence is invaded by the splendid rudeness of the wind
Where you can build a castle in the sand, be the queen/king, and rule the world.
Where we can freely unleashed the Black Stallion inside our spirits that we are forced to 
imprison.
Where you see the future shine in the polychromatic coral reefs. 
Where salt taste so sweet.
The beach where 5:00 A.M. is the precise time to live for an eternity and 6:00pm the 
precise time to leave it all behind and start all over again.


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Found Poem

Both remained suspended, motionless;
The storm began to subside
But still the sea was disturbed.
“Come! Come courage!”
As I said it, I knew it was a naïve hope.
Who are you if you lose your favorite person?
A sheer drop, black and faceless
It was a bleak, harsh view, 
the sea and the rock unrelieved by any tree or sweep of grass or sand.
Will we ever meet again?
I will sail into the future on mystery’s wings 
and I will not look back.


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Her Heart Is The Sea

Her eyes never leave
the moonlit horizon.
She will wait
an eternity, if she must.
She paces
as the tides
crash forth, then recede
back to the ocean.

Only memories
return here.
The ship departing
from the docks,
the sun sparkling
on the water,
a pair of dolphins
jumping
through the surface.
They had seen it
while in each other's arms.
Yet, now they
are distant
memories.

The sky turned ominous,
dark waters
engulfed the ship.
Everything went dark,
they lost sight
of each other
beneath the churning waves.
Her lungs
filled with salt water
as she desperately
gasped for air,
for life.

She drowned
the same day he did.
Her soul
washed ashore
along with her
cold, lifeless body.

She remains
here,
haunting the coast.
Her feet leave
no imprints
in the sand.
She moves
with the wind,
drifts upon it, 
like sea-foam
atop the waves.
The dark water
flows
through her
transparent form.

Her spirit's heart glows,
shining outward
like a lighthouse beacon
showing him the way
back
to her arms.
She is waiting
for him
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"


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Thunderstruck Sunshine

The clouds shook
A thick, black, very wet blanket out
In the Southeastern quadrant 
Of the New Mexico firmament,
Complete with lightning
And growling, crackling,
Massive basso-profundo sound effects,
Inviting the sun to rest,
Take a load off, 
Reeellaaaxxx! 

Abrasively radiant,
Helios glared a brilliant, heated, passionate,
Steamy smile
Into the arid monsoon skies

And refused Storm’s invitation
To lie down and go to bed


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Ride of the Daystar: Har - Magedon

A great tumult has occurred in the sea
agitated waves tussle and brawl in the sea

A sea, whose waters are parted,
parted by a swarming multitude of beasts, and one Great Beast

Beast, I advise you, there is a King, a Star in the Day
riding upon a white horse, Eminent and August
	
August and Purposed was His way
sword in hand, fetters in one

One, without uncertainly, He rode toward the sea
and with certainty His strike was dealt

Dealt, the waters were parted
by means of one blow all the beasts were smite

Smitten, all but one, the Lord of the beasts
the Daystar turned his strength to the Great Beast

The Beast, skilled and adept, was struck with one articulation 
not with a song of death as its intent, but a rebuking

Rebuked, so it might not agitate the waters
fettered, so it could not provoke the sea

See now, the waters were parted
the bodies of which were two

Two parts, divided by the Daystar’s blow
one to the south and toward the north was one

One, agitated, heavy with salt, and broad as elapsed dreams
the North, tranquil and fresh. just adequate to chalice in the palms

Palms firm, the King turned His day heat to the south
and the waters evaporated, so that only pillars of salt remained

Remaining, the Daystar blessed his radiance on the North
with palms the King cupped the unsullied waters 

Waters in hand He tossed them into the desiccated earth
and the waters revitalized the salted land in support of the King

And the King continued to shed light on the waters for a thousand years
for a millennium, the earth blossomed.

Blossomed for a time, a time, times five hundred times
after which, the fetters would be loosed


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Ship Ahoy Divorce Style

<                                              Haiku

                                          sea's tranquility
                                   bestows harmonic balance
                                      amidst  tides rising



                                               Limerick



                          aye ye matey walking its own plank
                          let not ye other take thee to bank
                                raise thy anchors set sail
                              give heeve hoe to those failed
                         find ye other sailor's who's yet sank  




                                              Couplet



                    shivery timbers captain bow is about to break
                    toss overboard it's ye baggage holding thee dam weight 




Entry For
{Destroyer { Poet's
Divorce Club
Haiku /Limerick/Couplet Contest
G.L. All


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Inhaling The Sea

The sails are taut..
The lines give not..
  Waves are lapping and splashing

The wind sings too..
Dolphins play for you..
  Chirping seagulls laughing

Arms outstretched against the rails..
Moonbeams reflect colorful sails
  The salty mist inhaling

She holds me, cradles me, rocks me to sleep..
Away from my troubles, to waters so deep..
  Of anger she is forgiving


©Donna Jones
12-28-2013








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The old fisherman and the hummingbird

Lazy I lingered on the porch of my terrace
a hummingbird was softly picking on a daisy
this reminded of the time when I lived at the coast
I use to watch seagulls as they dived into the sea
that ancient symbol of the strife to survive
 
But as I turned my eyes away from the sand
the hummingbird started to sing a melody
my soul surrendered to harmony
gone that old vision of agony
 
When I returned to the comfort of my lazy couch
in my head the hummingbird's song went on and on
took me back to times of innocences so clear and so pure
it finally won from that old cynic I'd become.
That was the day, I  heard a hummingbird sing.


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An Acrostic "Slap of the Glove".......

Goodness knows the greed involved
Unwilling to admit, unable to proceed
Life on this fragile rock totters
For we have never fouled the nest like this
 
Oceanic trauma, on a voyage, east then north
Ice, blue-clean, beauty, dead before the march of black gold
Listing heavily to one side, we're taking on what used to be only water

Smug arrogance put us here
Plans within plans have failed
Ill-gotten were the riches, ill-tended were the fields
Laddie, grab a pail and bail for all you're WORTH!
Let's just all hope they're not setting the price on that too!!!!


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Song of the Dolphin

A world enchanted with blue and green
 Secrets that are untold by human eyes
 A place where some relics can never be found

 Soft voices flowing through an Orphic world
 Moving along great ocean currents
 The song of a dolphin that never ends
 Creatures of amity and peace

 Eyes that show only perfect love and care
 Love deeper than any known ocean
 A spirit that lives in all tranquility
 Sharing their love with a peaceful song

 Tenderness of creatures so gentle
 That it can never be forsaken
 Like dream of dolphins sleeping
 In a world enclosed by water

 Nalanti Goosen©2012 
 All rights reserved


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Incestuous Youth

Late afternoon surfers
clasp the wind-swollen waves
to chests rounded and tanned,
jut-nippled and muscular --
the scent of their youth
fresh as the salt air.
They ride the belly-quivers
of the fecund green sea,
endless, undulating, incestuous --
the common watery womb
which bore us all.


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Star Sand

                                                 Star    Sand
                                              `    `    `    `    `
               
                                               A  lighthouse  blinked  
                                                         In  the  shadows  far,

                                A  boat  horn  sounded 
                                              In  the  distance; 

                            To  see  the  stars  scatter
                                               Over  the  sea,

                            Scampering  down  the  pier
                                                               I  went.

                               The  twinkling  eyes 
                                                  Hiding  the  ocean,

                                   Waltzing  in  their 
                                                                 Shiny  robes;

                                          Dispersing  with 
                                                             The  blowing  wind,

                                                To  mingle  with  the  sand 
                                                                                They  sink.



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NIGHTMARE

NIGHTMARE

As child, in my worst nightmare
My form survived a sun flare
Both poles of ice were melted
The whole of Earth was smelted,
All dry land inundated,
All living things cremated
Highest mountain peaks poked through
Blistered sky was red, not blue

On endless sea I floated
Endless sea all I noted
For humanity I wept
On and on and on I slept
My body parts all burning
Escape my fervid yearning
But alas, at last I woke
Was dripping wet and no joke

Then I wished that I were dead
Once again I’d wet the bed







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The Pirate's Cove (Anaphora)

I like sailing on the high seas over crystal blue waters
I like seeing the waves rising and feeling the splash
I like sights of jolly pirates swinging across the decks
I like sounds of parrots whispering beautiful words
I like scenic episodes that are challenging to the soul
I like seasonal ventures deep into the mystery of love
I like serious drama of swash buckling and bottled rum
I like shabby old treasure chests of gold and rubies
I like silence when the sea is calm and all is at rest
I like starting it again, splashing high sea adventures
I like sailing on the high seas over crystal blue waters!



Comments:    Anaphora is the repetition of at the same word (or group of words) 
at the beginning of successive phrases, clauses, sentences, or lines.  This 
anaphora poem is all about the pirates experiencing a high sea adventure.


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Foggy Night

FOGGY NIGHT  ©

The white orb, saturated with 
tidal flows, peers through the 
veil. 

A ghost ship slips up the fog 
laden channel. 

Night gulls. sing with strident cries 

fog seeps in, the tide rolls out, 
day is gone, the night creeps on.

Trees, dressed in ebony, drift by. 
Water glistens, gold and wet.

Edges blurred night is soft and 
tender, damp seeps into cloth, 
hair, bone.
 
Tents of light spread over the 
foggy landing.

Hunters of the sea know not day 
nor night, fishers all, 
white feathers stark against the 
darkest shadows.

Palm trees, silhouetted in 
ochre gauze, black brushes hard 
with paint. 

Pilings sway, their waists cinched 
with rope. 

Matronly sentinels, the craft finds 
the woody bosom. 

Trisha Sugarek
Butterflies and Bullets




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THE FLYING DUTCHMAN

Off the cape of good hope,
On dead-man’s rocky reef,
A legend from old was born.
Behold The Flying Dutchman, 
Phantom’s driven ghost ship.
Seeking infinities isle beyond,
Mortal fleshes reach.  
The captains wheel sets a
Study coarse full ahead.
Treachery’s boney skeleton walkers,
 Follow his orders without question.
It is the devils own hand picked,
  A madman’s crew,
Hell bound disciples riding,
Currents restless waves towards,
Destiny's unknown passages.
The grim reapers soul seekers,
Beware all at sea if you witness,
The Dutchman’s murky birthing.
From depths fathoms below,
Tarred torn canvas sails unfurl,
Upon broken masts covered,
By seaweeds greenish slime.
Under heavy pressures crushing
Weight,
A chilling graveyard of wreckage's,
Carnage exists, 
An isolation forgotten realm.
A tidal avalanche, aquatic blues,
Perfect storm envelopes,
Everything in it's destructive path.
Dragging anchors chains behind,
Death's black vessel  brakes, 
The surfaces tension.
Cutting through the rough waves
At eases pace.
Readily welcoming those lost aboard,
Then she'll dive towards deep waters,
Farthest edge.
Behold The Flying Dutchman’s,
Legend lives forever on.
 In nightmares screaming twilight hour,
Another soul becomes enchained.
And a skeleton walker joins, 
The devils own.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN




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Ultimate nightmare

In total darkness
My helpless naked body 
Like a mere rag doll
Is tossed precariously
Into the cursing unforgiving
freezing sea
My body in shock
I am petrified filled with fear
And find it hard to breath.

My limbs tossed and thrown about
At the mercy of the towering cursing waves
That has taken so many unmercifully
To the murky depths
And a watery grave.

The freezing cold cuts and bites my tender skin
And as I swirl around against my will
My head is in a spin
I'm getting tired and more tired
As the waves crash and get increasingly higher
Drifting in and out of consciousness
Never knowing what will happen next
And when I will expire.

I just want to sleep
I hope I will soon die
I give out primal screams
But  there's no one to hear my cries.

The sheer noise of the thunderous waves
Deafens me and hurts my ears
I become delusional
Calling out for mother
And cry so many tears.

I sense the sharks are gathering
To frenziedly rip and tear my flesh
And drag me down into those dark, freezing  murky depths.

My bones to lay on the ocean bed
And soon to be covered by silt and sand
Soon to be forgotten
As though I'd never existed as a person
Or a man
At peace at last.



Peter Dome copyright.2014.



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Barefoot Dream

Barefoot Dream  ©

A pair of slippers dance along 
the surf line, dank chill seeps into 
supple leather 

Laughter and joy stream out 
across the endless waves, a 
day’s freedom from society’s 
strictures 

Stripped of sock and slip’r 
toes clinch and let loose the 
sandy floor as it shifts and moves 
as in a dance, vanishing under 
her foot
 
Dancing on the heads of 
ancient warriors, lost sailors, 
drown’d lovers

Foamy wet tickles the ankles, 
grains rasp and scrape a 
hardened heel 

Cleansed in the salty froth, tiny 
secreted bones ache with 
numbing cold 

Sodden cotton slaps the calves
A drenched, forever sound as 
the grasp of death’s hand brings 
her down… 

down, down into the blue-black 
arms of the cold sea

Trisha Sugarek
Butterflies and Bullets 


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Why Does the Shore Love the Sea

Why does the shore love the sea?
Giving, always giving...
He lets himself be struck
By the sea in her rage
And will still hold her
As the storm abates-
Why?

My lover says it's because
When they are together,
The world is complete


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The Green River

She slips from the sleeping ice.
Green, fresh, free to flow
through the great fjord.
Past the blue mountains.

She glides smoothly
over the rocks with glee,
covering them with her cool touch.
Tall evergreens cheer her on.
Waving as she courses down her chosen path,
carrying life. 

All the while never tiring!
Surging forward to join the others like her.
This vast journey ,
will not end till she reaches
The Great Shores.

Her journey is joyful.
Touching all on her banks,
leaving the gift of life in her wake.


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The Great Blasket Islands

Visits long ago 
to the Blaskets Islands,
to untouched areas 
on the Dingle peninsula
came to mind 
on this sleet winter’s eve.

The peninsula,
nestled in heather mountains.
The coastline,
tongues of lonely white sand.
waved rocks,
drenched in blue mussels
tide pools, 
alive with shrimps and periwinkles
A sea-salted life
unspoiled and free.

Only marine life remains,
but I still hear the music
our native language,
the voices of Seanchaí
the ballads, sean?s, 
Peig Sayers
who shaped our school years,
her renditions of island life
her mad pise?gs,
handed down 
from generation to generation.

Stories of
Islanders huddled together
under thatch,
open turf fires
cooking pot on a hook,
the sweet air wafting
of clay pipe tobacco
a pinch of snuff
sniffed from a silver box,
nursing a glass 
of neat Poitín, uisce beatha,
the strong smell of tweeds
and geansaí báinín.

I think of times lost,
changed forever.
Cottage ruins,
where goats roam free,
An Blascaod Mór
my history, my heritage.

Gaelic words in this poem


* Seanchaí – storytellers
Sean?s – singing without music
Peig Sayers and her mad pise?gs – A Gaelic writer who we studied in school and her mad superstitions.
Poitín, uisce beatha – very strong alcohol made from potatoes, called the water of life.
geansaí báinín – strong sheep wool sweaters usually in a cream colour with complex patterns.





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Sea of White

The northern breeze blew softly
 Ground drifts crossed the snowy ground
Snowflakes tossed and tumbled 
The wind abated, leaving only stillness, in the air
The sun was shining, creating a bright white glaze
A sea of white along with shifting snow dunes
Appeared on the horizon and beyond
The stark white had no contrast 
to the surrounding landscape
Devoid of color, the sky loomed
looking like it was bleached
The mist rolled in creating a sea of white.


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Sea of Dreams

I dreamt in sweetest slumber
By the white moon’s soft glow
I was adrift upon a crystal sea of blue
Such ethereal beauty shrouded in sapphire hues
The stars around me danced all along their celestial path
as across waves of sparkling light I did gently flow
Down, down, down the sea of tranquility  
through the night I did sail
across the endless heavens drifting upon a gentle breeze
until dawn meet me, and brought me home from my celestial seas

Contest: 1-14 Lines 
 For: Brian Strand 




inspired by the contest Moonlight Dreams by
Tracie   Indigo Dream Weaver


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How Could you Know

How could you know?
How could you possibly understand?
My heart yearns…
My heart burns…
Famished and fainting
Waiting….
For a glance
For a word
Written by your hand
No, you can’t understand

How could you?
Intensity is unknown to you
Emotions so raw
So demanding
Emption so deep
That it could swallow
The Mariana Trench
And not be satisfied
How could you understand?

Ah…what’s the use?
As much as I want you
To the same degree
Of mad obsession…
I pity you….
For what is life
Without being lost
Crushed and tossed
In the tempestuous sea
Your breath knocked out
Your body dipped and churning
In the liquid ecstasy
Of realized fantasy!

How could you understand?
These surges
These relentless urges
The pulling and tugging
The coaxing to swell
Of the moon of my heart
On the tide of your body?
For I cannot reveal
What I feel
How could you know?

I pity you…
Yes, and yet I adore you
I could crash over you
Render you senseless
I could please you
Make you breathless
I could possess you
Make you defenseless
Once you've tasted me
I guarantee
You’ll give up here and now
And fast forward to eternity

How could you understand?
How could you possibly know?
My love’s constant flow
The passion I cannot show

How…oh how could you know!

Eileen Manassian Ghali


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Mermaid Tears

Mermaids weathered many crossings
Along side the schooners on the seas.
Even though they could calm the waves,
They were completely forbidden to do so
By Neptune the very stern God of the sea.

Turbulent waves and winds, sails ripping,
And masts cracking, a captain fought hard
To keep his schooner from total destruction.
One mermaid loved this captain from afar.
In an instant she calmed the winds and waves.
Changing the course of nature saving his life.

Neptune banished her to the ocean depth.
Never to surface or swim with ships again.
Sobbing, she was sentenced for eternity.
To this day her bright luminous salty tears
Wash upon the sandy beaches as sea glass.
Treasures of eternal reminder of true love.

For Mystic Rose's contest, " Fantasy, Fantasy, Fantasy"
(Inspired by Neptune God of the Sea)


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The Blue Ballad

Burdened waves slow motioned,gently lift tired eyelids-whispers.
Speaks an incomprehensible raspy language to subconscious;
Mind unaware,eyes chained to where blue meets azure.
Mourning waves wailing past sorrows unforgettable.

Scorching sun above witness, time's healing ointment
Calms sloshing, turns to gurgling, frothing & silence.
Waves' heights mark decibels, joy & pain quantified,expressed.
Wisened serene waters meditate,singing soothing hymns
To lone hearts seeking life's meanings in the abstract.

Descending  blanket of darkness muffles frolicking surf.
Agony laden screams, writhing to escape clutch of terrors
Unknown. The blue deepens, murky black leaves sea affected.
Penance of shouting, weeping & sobbing at the altar
Of solitude, fruits into return of pristine innocence.Rebooted.

Burdened waves slow motioned,gently lift tired eyelids-whispers,
Carriers of secret messages,unheard stories & salty tears.
Caressing sleeping ears, rise,rise to the sounds of the sea.
Rise...rise soon for a new Blue Ballad lies in wait.
                                  -©Viraj Shah 30.11.2013


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one of us is drowning - Palindrome

the more I love
the less I say. 
no speech 
out of reach
but I can see
on the sea,
like flotsam 
drifting away, 
one of us is 
drowning! 

drowning!
one of us is 
drifting away,
like flotsam 
on the sea,
but I can see
out of reach
no speech
the less I say 
the more I love.


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Watery Grave

century later in a watery grave souls of the elite as well as peons float about the wreckage boarding in Southampton Dad carried jewels to sell in the States I, just a teen, came along to see the sights Dad’s money purchased rooms on the top tier artistically designed ball room was aglow bright lights, sumptuous food and fancily-clad dancers in my youth, I cared naught for such things down the stairway I flew to see the lower class strumming guitars and telling raunchy jokes but the joke was on me it seems suddenly, the boat hit an iceberg on the lower level I was trapped screams were heard above as passengers sought seats on lifeboats not enough room, fear ignited ship took on water; we felt it first still trying to find a way to the top deck once there, I saw Dad had left me behind lights were still on as the boat tore in half on the bow I stood with a small crowd as into the icy waters we dropped tried to swim; the sea was too cold on my maiden voyage, much like the ship, I succumbed as screams faded my spirit so lively, it could not die with 1,517 others my soul was held captive below New York was not our final destination Dad made it to the Big Apple no family with him as he made his financial deal what he earned fell short of what he lost century later in this same watery grave souls of the elite as well as peons float about the wreckage, praying for release
*Entry for Tracie’s “My Heart Will Go On” contest Written March 29, 2012


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Imagine Spring

the early sunshine
is calling the morning ,
the trees and 
the grass smooth as silk,
birds are gathering 
with a new symphony 
painting the Spring.

looking around
the flowers are smiling to me,
the sky sings along 
with the birds from the branches
and the butterflies start dancing free.

invited at their dance,
lady bugs with small dots
are floating gracefully in the air
and on the ground,
fresh drops of dew shinning
under the fairy tale veil.

the smell of the reborn lives
is capturing my soul
and my senses,
I embrace the wind
who swings the butterflies
and my eyes are filling
with happiness.


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Too Much Slag

At crushing depths 
Titanic rests 
Rusticles- like red ice 
hang from her corpse 
[the excrement of 
fathoms deep bacteria] 
And now technology
[ undreamed of when it was needed] 
peers at her 
[long submerged wreckage] 
from slick sub-like vessels 
taking computer generated 
photo mosaics 
for investigators to pore over 
Once mystifying questions 
are un-layered one by one 
from evidence locked 
within her tortured skeleton,
revealing
[ not the simple impact of 
an iceberg sealed her fate 
but rather]
 a 'series of happenings', 
without remedy 
Rivets of, 'too much slag' 
gave way 
letting in Atlantic's weight 
Her belly full, 
she hugged her center keel 
[in futile efforts] 
to keep bow and stern connected 
As she sank, into eternity, 
chambered cells, 
[once meant to prevent 
the onslaught of the sea,] 
were breached so easily? 
Sea weight tore her 
great- ship's-soul asunder 
And sinking to the sea's dark floor 
she took with her,
poor forsaken passengers 
[crying in disbelief 
at that cruel and lying 'myth'] 
See sawing down, 
the broken stern end 
speared, into fathoms deep mud, 
the  bow rails kept, intact 
[for all the ghosts 
to lean on ]
And with the solving of 
her final hours, 
it is unthinkable, 
that this rusticled spectre 
{once so full of mystery] 
had been thought to be 
'unsinkable' 

Suzanne Delaney 


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Wide-Eyed Dreamers

 



*Entry for Gail’s “Sandcastles by the Seashore” contest
By Carolyn Devonshire


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Spaceman vs Sea Monster

At the bottom, in her clutches, you’ve found your new home
Her ghostly embrace makes you feel more alone
Spaceman, at peace in the depth of your night
On glamour and glory, you’ve gotten too high
And somehow you slipped and crashed through the sky
...one day you just rocketed by
Earth’s son is drowning in a tub with the chills
The water is draining, blood laced with pills
One of her many eyes saw your descent
While eating the shrimp from a sulfurous vent
Which, until she’d seen you, had made her content
...her heart boiling out through cement
And while you were down, she baited her hooks
She made you feel hopeful with helpless, sweet looks
And nested your spaceship in her hidden crooks
...blowing kisses that warm like chinooks
And she pulled you in close when you started to sink
And confused you with needs and a cloud of black ink
Disarming your valor with sweetie-pie blinks
...with fish guts and sea-rotten stink
Orbiting so long gave you the spins
You splashed down through brine, and the ocean’s slick skin
In barbed tentacles you’ll sleep with your twin
...in challenger deep growing fins


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THE BIG BLUE

Mid-summer breezes bellow a 
Whistling tune,
Echoing soft melodies freedom's,
 Playful abandonment.
Against sandy shores waves gently,
 Splashing,
Multicolored shells mixing amongst,
 Pebbles,
 Rolling'n'turning hear the everlasting,
 Hush.   
Gliding torrents dive through rough,
 Surf,
Greedily seagulls screeching, 
Screaming who was here first.
Snappy crabs running to and fro, 
Tasty morsels at a fleeing feast.
Then suddenly captured, dragged by, 
Watery under toes.
Rippling calmness returns at last, 
Basking in days repast.
Day break's glow warms mans soul, 
And awakens his heart.
Yet nay know mortal's eye can deny,
Such beauty that lies before him.
Tranquility's slumber lie thee down,
Gently rock me by the sounds of 
The sounding sea.
Release thus abandonment’s spirit,
Foam unto spray washes all my, 
Troubles away.
Here at night's curtain fall,
While stars above shimmer 
And shine.
Another morning sunrise appears,
But quietly I know longer remain.
Silence can become a bitter sweet,
 Thing,
Just once more to hear distant 
Loons calling sorrows cry,
But nothing except silences, 
Response, 
Answers to me in still calm.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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Beyond Horizon

Beyond Horizon what do you think there be?
Beautiful women scantily clad, dancing to the beat of a drum.
Make you smile, twinkle in your eye, your favorite melody you do hum.

Pristine beaches easy on bare feet,
exotic birds of vivid colors, soaring high in the sky, 
do make you stain an eye.

Countless fireflies light up the night, above a crystal clear sea;
Easy on your mind, want to do this all the time.

Beyond horizon what else do you think there be?


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If We Were Back

Where once we laughed, bent over our middles,
pounding the table, or just smirking with a rueful
“Oh, my God”, sort of way, could I forget the silent beach?

Rustles of sand at my window as you walk off
hands in your pockets after our gazes met one last time
as you checked I remained alive and you had no duty

to fill any more. How could the sand slither so
beneath our feet, like an upturned timer wiping clean
wiping, wiping away our faces, our moisture,

until only the rollers were brave enough to face
me and the sand and the laughter and the quiet
and what had passed away never to return again.

Never the same river or ocean or hands awaiting
the clock of our unmaking until your rueful smile 
no longer smirks at the me that was never there
in your dreaming, and I am made who I am again. Real.

Sheri Fresonke Harper


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Perfectly you

You say you aren't perfect,
but look again and behold yourself; perfectly you.
Your tears be heavy-laden with guilt;
also remember, they glisten with remorse.
The sea water of the eye cleanses wounds old
and leads life to the good vulnerability
that teaches humility and belief.

Singing; your voice awakens the dawn
and dancing you set the moon.
Entrancing, you smile
and for a moment I glimpse forever.
Joy's child is your way
and grace is in your name.

Awake in the watches of the night
He watches your panic weeping;
wanting your day to soar 
and set twilight leaping.
Stars twinkle in sympathy,
and meteors lead sight to the other.
Come away with me my love and wink at suns.


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The Sea Rolls With The Breeze

Seagulls seagulls by the seashore open your eyes and you shall see more of the world's magik in front of your face why oh why would I ever replace the memory of that foamy sea crashing onto the shore while the seagulls are laughing with the children once more who feed them with eyes full of wonder to their curious delight seashells from dead oysters shine of the moon's pale sea light as they mate like the birds and the bees my sea kisses the sky when it rolls with the breeze.


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Tidal Wars

The old desires
for domination 
drifts in once again
on the ocean waves,
one frothy lap
riding atop the other
with ever growing
intensity.

As the moon and sun
rise and set daily
the ancient battles
repeatedly plays out 
around the world.
The rotating force
of gravitation pull
forever to be
the victor. 


Written for Francine Roberts..."on the ocean waves"...contest


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In The Midst of Shipwrecks

Fading beacons, lights along the further distant shores
As the firebugs within nights, a burning nevermore
Left unpleasured in their yearning, Seamen laden take the test of storms

As the lunar lighthouse crossing clouds, swallowing up to blacken bay
And mariners are dreaming of hearth and home beneath Trident's splashing grayer haze
But, more of regret that they're met by wave after crashing wave

And the lightning unrelenting, lighting up hollow safeties
As sirens do, louder than the roars that nature orchestrates
Where silence booms just below, the ocean offers up her truce of deadly ways

A chance for eternal rest in seabeds of reef and precious sunken treasures 
Thus, once again joining their fallen, fellow shipmate anchors
In the mist of a shipwrecks, beguiled into ancient slumber
Waiting in unmarked graves to one day be discovered


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20 love poems and a song of despair

the man who lied to me knew 
that immortality is the best kind of lie 
that pain is closer to the soul than happiness 
secrets known only by the old watchmakers 
and the erudite antiquarians 

men who lie read every book with their fingers 
they know that leaves are the plaits of virgins 
unwounded with bloody hands on the cross 
and letters are the thorns within the heart of every Laura 
betrothed for ever nevermore a wife 

only the sea is for the whales’ fishermen 
old whore with hair on her chin 
the only true men who learn 
the salty taste of death 
at daybreak


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Nanny' s day off

On Sundays she likes to drive
To the country or the coast.
Cheered by fields of blazing hue,
singing hymns from home.
She threads her way
through Sussex lanes
on her only day of rest.

A substitute for azure blue,
the Channel sky is pebble grey grey.
She lets herself be soothed again
by the water’s suck and sigh.
Finding peace,
she takes her ease
between the earth and sky.


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New Horizons

I teeter on the brink of possibility. 
The sun on the new horizon glistens 
its rays on the undulating sea of change. 

I gaze a while, drifting with a squawking gull, 
or diving with a hunting cormorant - 
lost in my imagination, caught in plausibility. 

Sometimes a gust of wind unsettles my balance; 
I totter into uncertainty, struggling to stand, 
but you take my hand and steady me. 

Now I only look ahead; no way back. 
The chasm is inviting me to jump; 
to take a leap of faith and ditch the doubt. 

I place my baggage at my feet; 
packages of responsibility and confusion 
tucked in neatly and nestling with the past. 

One last tug at the sleeve of my coat 
as they make a last ditch attempt to restrain me, 
and I have jumped - flying through the air, free. 

As I land I see you there smiling and safe, 
arms outreaching.  The promise of the future beckons, 
and looks inviting, exciting and full of hope. 

Once I teetered on the brink of possibility 
now it is a glistening reality.  The sea is calm now.   
And, as the sun sets on the horizon, I am home.



(note: to all my lovely friends who thought I was literally considering leaping into a chasm to 
my death, I can assure that I am most certainly not!!!  It is merely a metaphorocal chasm, 
and I intend to stick around for quite  a while yet. Heavens, I am just about to have a book 
published, life is very good! Thanks so much for your concern though)


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The sea never assassinates its friends

Your eyes betrayed me
Made my tears sink
In the sea
But which sea?
A sea of love
Or a sea of illusion
A sea of darkness
Or a sea of feelings
A sea walks
Or a sea flies
A sea laughs
Or a sea cries
Which sea does not appreciate tears?
How tears sink?
And they were created from the sea
The sea is friend of tears
Friend of love
Friend of feelings
Friend of the night
Even the moon
Adores the sea
Sleeps among its waves
The sea never assassinates its friends
In the jail
Robbers are hiding
And in my heart
Lovers are hiding
And in the sea
Pearls are hiding
The sea never assassinates its friends….!


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History

drag a finger across this wall
a certain way
sounds like airplanes flying by
they crash into the ocean of my bed
like coral sea or midway
or some other sky battle

i know this because i sat
motionless, watched old videos of 
people dying and on fire
or drowned by water
combat, round two
heavy, landed on some
sinking carrier ship

down, soapy sea foams
black and white – shades of grey
filter pale fires, choked in smoke 
unplugged and drained
reflections lost
in history, in waves


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Man O War

If I were an animal it would be a horse, Man 'O War to be exact.
I could then answer the  question that the whole world wants to know,
 "Who was the fastest,  Man O War or Secretariat"?  

Being a human only gives me the ability to research and know
that the movie Sea Biscuit. while entertaining, was not authentic.
Movie makers claim Sea Biscuit was small when he took on 
War Admiral in the match race of the century (and won)! 
The truth is they were both the same size!

The aggravating part is the movie depicted Sea Biscuit
as being inferior to War Admiral and stated the Biscuit did not have good 
bloodlines.   That's a bummer, considering Sea Biscuit was Man O Wars grandson 
and War Admiral was his son!

I suppose you could say, "Well it's just a movie"!  When actually these two horses 
are our history.  Both gave our country hope in a time when America was in the 
Great Depression. Just as Secretariat,( who was on the cover of every leading 
sports magazine) and the only honest thing in the country, who gave us  "hope", 
during the scandals of Watergate and the Vietnam War. 

When Secretariat won the Belmont by 31 lengths giving him the 1973 Triple Crown, 
it was almost supernatural as if the Lord whispered in his ear , "GO"  and he went. 

Secretariat will be remembered as one of our nations greatest horses because  like 
Man O War and Sea Biscuit they gave us  "hope" and isn't that what life's all 
about?

                                                     ****
Contest: If I were an animal what would I be
Submitted by:  Judy Konos


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Winds Of Change

With the winds of change billowing in her sails,
the ship of Hope forged her way through
beating off waves of doubt and fear
with nothing more than faith and determination.

Battered, but unbeaten,
Hope rocked gently in the quiet calm of the moment.
While her intrepid crew celebrated some early success,
her young captain stood frozen on the creaky foredeck
eyeing the sea of discontent and the dangers ahead.
With one stern brow slightly arched,
Hope's captain pondered the challenges that await.
Can hope endure the treacherous waters ahead?
How many more vicious onslaughts can she sustain?
Can the integrity of her hull be maintained?

Will cheers and confetti mark a historic voyage,
or will tears and wreckage note a tragic end?
Hope's fate rests in her captains hands
for he alone commands her destiny.


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Neptune's Concubine

Last night 
The heavens caught fire.
Each planet and star
Was seduced by the treacherous Earth
And each in turn died in flame 
Attempting to possess her. 

From this destruction
Neptune alone was spared.
And he smothered us all
With an oblivion cape
All tied up in tide
And hung with mermaids.

Last night
I slept on a tall, sugary cake
That was being blown 
This way and that
By the twentieth wind.
And I dreamed.

I dreamed
Of being rocked to sleep
By divine arms that smelled of rain.
And I dreamed
Of falling to the ground
And becoming the ocean's disciple.
 
Last night
I died and it felt familiar.
I smothered quietly in marzipan
And misty blue breaths that choked.
I sang a song of nautilus shells.
I learned a tale of universal law.

And all this time I lay still
Upon the back of the plum cake.
He held me as I wove a tapestry
Of hungry planets
And immortal assassins
He held me as I dreamed on.


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sea of love

laws of the sea
please call your waves silent
and listen to me
stay calm and peaceful, non-violent
for my only true love
travels upon thee


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Serenity Beach

Mystic beauty of the sky,
high above the eagle cries.
Tranquil sands beneath my feet,
reminding me of nature's peace.
Blending beauty all in one,
with silent moments under the sun. 
The silence of Serenity Beach,
and calmness of the open sea,
whispers from the solem breeze.
Breathing in the salty air,
the wind brushes through my hair.
With tranquil moments under the sun,
soon this day is over and done.
Waves in tune with melodies,
and peacefulness surrounding me.


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The Journey

Out of darkness from which I harbor no fear, 
I rise with confidence toward a light, dim, 
indicating some distance I must yet travel, 
to reach this journeys end. 

My thoughts revolve around my destination, 
full and content, I glide buoyant in a sea 
never devoid of life, a sea accustomed to 
maintaining the lifeblood of my world, 
providing everything, except what I now need, 
the reason for this journey. 

I look forward toward the light, now less dim, 
in anticipation, my heart beats faster, 
propelling me anxiously toward this journeys end. 

I feel urgency, a pressure in my chest demanding
relief; I experience this process many times 
each day, a mild inconvenience, to live my way. 

Upward, always upward, the light suddenly bright, 
I am the leviathan of the sea, my weight 
is my might, I fear nothing, if not for my need, 
for all my size and strength, my greatest need 
comes not from the sea. 

Suddenly in full light, my bulk lifts to 
fantastic height then crashes back, 
a plume of water shoots in all directions, 
as displacement begins, stale air is driven
from my lungs; I lie quietly, a moment gone by, 
I draw in volumes expanding my lungs full 
of life giving air, the pressure relieved, 
my tissue saturated, renewed, I live fully again, 
preparing once more, my journey now, into the deep, 
this journey, to be repeated over and over, again. 


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Water's long journey

 Interesting to learn that all the water on earth is all the water the earth has ever had.
That it takes thousands of years for water to complete its long journey.
It rises from the sea and lakes and ponds and rivers and puddles at the beckoning of the 
sun at the beginning of each day as morning mist.

 Many trillions of water molecules rising and uniting to form the clouds we see floating 
above us like so many strange air ships  in every shape and size beautiful and majestic 
in the sun light.
Some of the heaver clouds touch the mountain tops tearing open like the titanic hitting 
the ice burg only quietly and gently depositing cool refreshment for all that live below 
while still other ships of mist sail away on a sea of air hopefully to replenish some 
parched parcel of earth with the wet life giving bounty stored in their holds.
Still the other Man of War clouds heavy and black are moving fast with seemingly willful 
recklessness  and they crash and storm and deluge the already water laden land below 
bloating and roiling it to destruction.

When at last down into the earth the journey continues geologically slowly now as the 
water is filtered clean and once again travels on to the rivers then on to the lakes and 
seas a journey of several millennia repeating again and again refreshing all life on earth. 

The same water that has flowed over the world’s most majestic falls for eons of time.
The same water the dinosaurs drank.  The same water the giant trees drank up even 
before the dinosaurs.  The same water our first ancestors drank. 
Consider too that most of our body weight is water.  Apparently we are not as young as 
we may think.  

Drink up and enjoy that glass of whisky or wine or beer or coffee or milk or juice or just 
plain water secure in the knowledge that we truly are of the same stuff as the ancients. 


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Joyous Island

Baby blue waters
Jumping dolphins play around
Mashed potatoes clouds
Puff up with confidence and delight
The Joyous Island is so much fun - 
Childlike memories spent here
I admire the blooming miracles that I hold dear 
Come and take a dip
Or a swim in the warm, sweet waters!
Watch out for the sinister, wicked shark!
Maybe we can borrow Noah's marvelous Ark!
The waters are wild and funky
The falcons sway in the spiraling breeze
Oceans aroma is pleasant to the nostrils
If you look closely at the sand, you'll spot puny daffodils,
Poking their heads out with glee and they're at ease
Dancing to and fro in the Blessed Breeze
Laying on the sand in peace, 
Daydreaming...getting a tan 
And I...am carefree 
Like the sea creatures swirling with ecstasy
The waves are giant...
They descend and ascend...I tell them to stop pushing its gravity on me
They continue doing it playfully and defiantly 
But, I'm secretly enjoying every moment of it
I love spending time in the Joyous Island
It's like living in flawless paradise
Crazy clams and chill crabs
Take a walk on sunshine...
I wish I can be like them, 
Spending time in their Hopeful Homeland
That would be beyond amazing and grand!
Walruses take naps with their beloved family
I wish I could take a good break, but I'm too caught up in society
I need to escape from the over-packed city 
'Cause deep down inside, I'm consuming angst, confusion, and pity 
If I can take a vacation for at least a week
That would be neat...I just have to remain patient and meek 
The Spring and Summer heat zip through me
The sun is shining with zealousness and possibly
It's showing me a sign that I should go swimming with sun-shining might 
In the baby blue waters...before the gracious day turns to callous night!
Sending me hot chills and cool vibes
Have no worries - no need to stress, baby
Feel free to relax in Joyous Island and be happy-go-lucky







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On the Ocean's Edge

Follow me down 
To the cold oceans playground
Where children dance and frolic
At building sandcastle dreams
That the sea will sluice away
Beginning its concerto

From the driftwood surfing waves 
Over the metronome melody
Of the gilded Herring Gull
And the rhythmic percussion
From the smoothed rolling pebbles
The symphony consumes

Softly hanging in the Atlantic winds
Just cresting over the song of dawn
The strings of the Willow reverberating 
In concert with the viola of first light…


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The Tree

The tree has been careless
Not wanting to be in a place for so long
It has forgotten what it waited for
For centuries
Las raíces han sido afuera en el sol
Burning scarlet forgetfulness into the very
esencias de la cultura
The youth
se pudren
Without the nourishment of the roots that anchor them against the
Beautifully wicked roar of the azure sea

Las sirenas se llaman
Sticky sweet soprano song
Matando los sonidos de mis ancienos
antes que la musica se penetra las orejas
The guidance is gone
The leaves are defenseless, curled up in
Twisted ideas of direction
Listening to the golden notes in the air
Beckoning them to the sweet sound of 
destruction

It can only hold out for so long 
Until the plunge

Sin las raíces
Las hojas no pueden estirar 
a los cielos 
la piel no puede respirar
la fuerza del pasado
ha desaparecido con el Sol
Escuche el viento, la madre se llora
las lágrimas devoran los cielos
El futuro viene rápidamente como un huracán
Tirando, tirando

It can only hold out for so long
Until the plunge


(to Spanish Speakers, I gladly welcome some grammer help! I know there are 
some mistakes so please, dish it out!)


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blue wave rising

now i like your
sweet beautiful
waving lashes
floating on a crest
fluttering seductive style
in that silent
hush blowing
wind fluttering air
upon your breath

musically whispering 
out of one breeze
sweetly singing out
a songbird 
charming beauty
entering the mind
swept away
feelings in this 
deep ocean

swells around 
you darling 
look after 
the key
to this heart
opening up
doors to you
take a seat smiling
golden gleaming 
sun shine


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Harvest Hymn

When we were born into this world
we were crafted to fit together.
Fragrances of us enchant.
A seductive spice we long for and
find everywhere we nestle.
In loved ones ears, eyelids, neck, 
lips, arm pits, breasts  and yes 
an enormous bright balloon 
rests on our playful hands.
Outstretched— fills the whole sky
We're holding the Harvest Moon while
it bursts bright on crops in the darkest dome 
and incubates with night light
the chants that sing the harvest home.


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A delicious day

Sifting warm sand 
through my fingers
lustrous fine grains 
glitter my palm.
Soothed
by the soft powdery touch,
I sit for a while 
under the rocks
My bare feet 
swirl patterns in the sand
as I idly watch
a beach life unfold

Bustling mother’s set up home 
on plaid blankets
colourful beach bags 
thick with togs and towels
Buckets, spades
strewn all around
a picnic stored carefully
under a shady umbrella,
they gather the children
skip giddy with glee
slapping sunscreen 
on lithe limbs
with index finger
warnings
of do's and don'ts.

My gaze drifts to 
little pink sisters,
their chubby faces 
alive with imagination
as nimble bodies 
straddle the sand,
all wrapped up 
in mounds of castles
studding their dreams 
with pearly shells 
and whispering tales
of pretty princesses.

At the water’s edge
long legs prancing
tip toeing warmth
into the chilly sea
up to their waists in
crested waves
dipping and diving,
an ocean of laughter
as young lads play
splashing and yelling
a ball in the air
they plunge.

Picking up my sandals,
I walk up the beach
under the bridge
past crimson valerian 
It’s balmy perfume 
scenting a delicious day


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About a Dolphin

The life is blooming slowly
at the white candles –
chestnut trees under my window.
In the sea angles the transparent cupolas
are rising –
dolphin tombs.
No, not for the first time
life is blooming in death,
by the eyes of the beauty
frozen by the jump…
A picture –
the wavy movement
of the brush, by the hand
wrested.

The Sea is dead.

*****************
This is a link that shows a dead dolphin with bullets from a vending machine in the Black Sea.
http://www.vchera.bg/synqt-na-edin-razstrelqn-delfin/


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Sea as Heaven

Pain came to me one day. More and more it came around, and seeming to enjoy itself, it stayed. I begged for it to leave, but Pain is merciless and unremitting. A long time passed and then one day, as I lay in restful sleep, I found myself in the middle of the sea; my bed had become a little boat. As if by intuition, I knew that if I jumped into that sea, Pain would flee from me, and so. . . . I plunged myself into the deep blue waters and felt the sea’s welcoming embrace. Suddenly a new pain came to me. Its name was Terror. It suffocated me as I struggled instinctively against it. However, as I started to let myself relax, the sea began to pull me slowly downward. Down, down, down I sank to its bosom, tasting its sweet salty breath as it stole the very breath from me! Sun-warmed water wrapped me like a comforter. vanishing old Pain as well as that new pain known as Terror. Relaxing into the deep, completely I surrendered. And I realized while relishing relief. . . . surely it was Heaven. For Gautami Phookan's "In the Deep Sea Poetry Contest"


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White Horses

White Horses thunder on black rocks,
Their fields turn green and grey and blue,
Their grass is dark and wet and ugly,
But they themselves are beauty’s true form.

White Horses thunder on black rocks,
They crash against their stoney fence,
Like crazed men roaring to be free,
Like vassals of pure brilliance.

White Horses thunder on black rocks,
I have seen their power, and it dwarfs me,
They turn the mountains into gravel,
And the gravel into soft sand.

White Horses thunder on black rocks.


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Pisces Come Home

On troubled, moonless nights
Restless journeys along her shores
Foaming and frothing her warning
Her heart beating the pounding surf
Her heart beating dark and dangerous 
She broods, she beckons, she calls
Calls me to her cold, deep waters
Come, come home to me if you dare…




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The language of the sea

The Language of the Sea .......by Peter Onyancha

I am left in the marriage of one Odeon poet
At dawn there is light deep above the water
In the knowledge I jump ship; I advent 
And dip my nervous finger inside
To feel the wetness of the water
I part my lips in awe, oar after oar
I paddle until I hear no echo
For the chubbiness of the waves of the sea
And the sea wives, swinging their waves, hear
That way I speak in a language 
That only I and the sea understand
But I have lost my Odeon poet 

(This is the 6th stanza of a long poem titled: The uselessness of Poetry)


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Whale songs

Humpback beauties call to their young
Communicating to calves so precious 
Don't be so immediately audacious
You can wander, just don't go too long

Blubberous parents are there to keep them close
For companionship, warmth and learning 
Send each other many signals, the little one is yearning
Because of the ocean they want to make the most

Eating their fill of plankton and krill
The smaller babe makes a hydro sonic point 
To the older one who loves this oceanic joint
He doesn't want to hurt or kill

The humans who eavesdrop on their descant 
Like some other whales with mammoth choppers
 Accidentally maiming overboard fishermen and surfers 
These watery wonders are appreciated that's all they ever want 

Imbibing benevolent attention only for half a century
Deep sea divers first decided to bring down equipment
When he spoke his special song, they had no idea what the male bull meant
 That day being approached he was so hesitant and on sentry 
Because whalers before had waited for them to breach
The surface for mere minutes finding some oxygen
 Finding instead a foreboding air of danger without question
So reclusive they remain, staying out of reach

Beaching is another danger when whales will cry 
For help they so need it and must be rolled back out
A benign thing on sand dangerously sprawled about
Back into the depths it should be before it go dry

Nature's biggest mammals can never be at rest 
In the wild and bountiful marine, using fluked tales to swim around 
Whales have a lot to say, their stories abound
In civilized society with whale translators today we are at our best

Making compact discs of them, something special we can keep
The arias of the ocean composed of many shores
Whales speak responding in the ripples as prophets do with lore
 It works quite well for some, to lull ourselves to sleep

We should always stay in assonance.


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A Taste of Sky

I love him the way
You love something you know
You're gonna have to let go...
The way you climb a tree
Just to get a little taste of sky,
Knowing that it'll only make
Being perpetually earthbound
That much more painful-
Knowing that climbing down
Is always so much more difficult
Than reaching up-

I love him like you swim hard away from shore,
Swim out so much farther than you should-
Diving through blue-green breakers like freedom,
Losing yourself in the expanse of
Enough salt water to briefly forget the fact
That you're going to have to come back in
Sooner or later, fighting back against an 
Undertow forceful enough to tug
Your heart out from under you...
And how the wind will chastise you
When you emerge, dripping seawater
Like the memory of freedom;
It burns your eyes and tastes like tears,
But your skin will have memorized
The gentle kiss, the caress, of the current,
How it pushed and pulled...
You know you'd do it again...

I love him like you watch a fire 
You've already decided to let die,
Since you realize that it would be foolish
To let the whole world burn for
The sake of a single flame...
So you just look on as the light dances,
Standing as close as you can
Until this is as much heat
At you can stand-
You have nothing more
To give to the fire, now...
All you can do is pray to God,
Please don't let the fire die...
Not yet.


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Rose Bled Soap Stone Mysteries

So small and absolutely perfect
With a slight grain of pale pink flowing across it’s softly shimmering white surface

Tossed by wave and landed on this ….my foreign shore

 I knew in my heart as I held the sea stone in the palm of my hand …that the secrets 
of the universe were held safely 
deep within

…..If only I spoke stone ….I knew the hope of everlasting joy 
could be mine to share forever


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2012

And the Wise man said to himself,
“all that is broken must be renewed”
and so it arises, slides through the horizons,
slippery as a mermaid.

While the light shivers and the trees moan,
the water thrashes, thrusts,
turns and roils.

and so the sea,
the sea begins.

Soon after, the gods awake,
and taste the pulp,
the pulp of the moment
they hover, captivated by their own power, mirrored,
down below in the depths.

and so the sea, 
the sea roams on.

The crevices crack,
the buildings bow down and break,
the cities tower in puzzlement.

And down on the street, we ask ourselves,
“What was it that beat?  What was the rhythm that once beat so majestically and true,
but now thuds so bashfully?”

and so the tide rears its head and strains,
the waves stampede and burst,
the Wise man smiles his omniscient smile,
and the sea,
the sea wanders on.


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ILLUSION

In the dark cold sea of life,
I was on the small boat rowing alone
coming from nowhere and going to nowhere,
The skies above me were cloudy,
And the silence that overwhelmed the place was unbearable.
Nothing was likely to happen to break the silence down,
But because my whole life was written on the old cold stone
I happened to find you,
I found the universal unspoken language used by everyone,
Both on the Earth down and in the heavens above.
It´s a beautiful language that flows from the heart.
Something older than humanity,more ancient than the sea,
Something that exerts the same force whenever two pairs of eyes meet.
I found you love,
I found you steady, confident and subtle.
O Love !!!
You enlighten my darkness,
You warm up my coldness,
You make me suffer though
O Love !!!
You have the power to heal,
You have the power to kill
And you have the power to turn into eternity a mere moment of life
O Love !!!
The murmur of your words in my ears,
makes me feel a woman,
makes me forget about me.
O Love !!!
Your words take me up to the highest heavens without wings,
Without Sinbad’s rugs.
Abruptly I find myself back in the cold sea of life.
O Love !!!
Your words build me a kingdom of illusion,
in which I dwell very few moments
to find myself again alone in the dark sea of life.
Yes, this is you Mr Love, a great "ignis fatuus",
O you who plays with the air the symphony of my life,
Turn my turmoils into lyrics and sing them out aloud.
To no soul, to no crowd.


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2Pac was Here

Play da camera man…for ya can
grab the photo clip and flirt ..so hip
sling that gangsta drivel..for sure
reeks of evil the worm in da core..
but dontya sing no sad..sad..song fa me

Frame me, shame me, claim me 
you mother **** whores
wid yer minimum wage stores
holdin down the frame
messin wid my claim
but dontya sing no sad..sad..song fa me

Free de people ..let me Moses be
cause Im gonna part de red sea
part dat sea for ya
da sea of yer dream..
the plan of yer scheme
but dontya sing no sad..sad..song fa me.

Martyr me baby yer playin de plan
cause ya made my day..left me dancing
I’m no back up man…
an I done wrong but who hasn’t …sh**
but dontya sing no sad..sad..song fa me

We all been bit*ches and well all get lit
So sing my jive songs baby 
flash my my pretty face
life aint black and white
least I left a trace.............




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Ocean Oasis

I walk upon
Tiny golden pebbles of warmth
forcing me to dance
to meet the sparkling
waves of diamonds
the cool crisp water
envelopes me, as a
child in mother earth 
womb
I float, for a moment
the world, and I
are one
A wave, like Goliath
comes crashing
down above me
breaking into a million miniature 
bubbles, that tickle
my bare flesh
quickly disappearing, as
fast as they greeted me
feeling like a small marine creature
in Gods vast aquarium
the sun, a spotlight shine
hits my face, beneath the depths
and I follow the trail of light
to my first breath above surface
beautiful pain 
as the waited sound
from a newborn child


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Inside Out in the Blue Waters

Take me to Crete,
or take me to Rhodes
Please Mediterranean 
me in my soul
Salt me in waters
which lapped at the feet
of every sentinel
army's defeat
Blue me in atmospheres
sun up my core
Forgetting me there
makes me just want it more
Take me to Rhodes,
or take me to Crete
Please Mediterranean
me to complete...


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Remember

Do you remember 
how the stars shine
above the crystal line 
of the horizon 
on the darkened Earthly sea?

How the sands whispered
and the birds whistled 
as we drifted off
into the sea?

How the waves 
clashed against the boat
and we were barely afloat?

How we awoke on 
a distant shore…

Do you remember? 


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Le Catamaran

Spent your whole life scrawling runes in the sand
your whole world etched out in tropes
arcs from beginning and end unto skyline
been there done that, I can comprehend you
don't wanna ever be there again though

I miss my time with you
I loose my skin to let some air back in
sinking in at the speed of time
what sound does it make when you stop to look at it
not the steady tick of the clock at all
more a soft scream into the thickening moonlight

I tense at the chill of the megale wind
dead men studying dead men that studied dead men
but who here really wants to live forever
raise your hands and we knock you off
overboard, buh-bye

Hygieia, for the breath in my lungs
Dionysus, for the drink in my veins
Le Moirai, for the lines I've crossed
Tyche, for the lines I shall remain

The blood taste in my mouth makes me wince
it's not overbearing, it's just that
it's barely noticeable at all
so I think of the one and his taste for blood
perhaps not lust, but a form of negligence

The crescent wisp, the knife in palm
striking earth where the crumbs have fallen
yet I meet you here and now
on the waves with no ship
dance of the salt and sun along the northern branch

Mon coeur est triste
j'espère que vous savez mon chemin
ma naissance est une disjonction
entre l'honneur et la famille

Artemis, for the food in my belly
Demeter, for the crumbs in my bowl
Hera, for the woman of my life
Eros, for our love and love alone


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Life found in a Dream

Life found in a Dream 
Today I’m a lonely man living in a cold, cold world filled with indifferences and malice. As time marches on a harsh reality come to my mind, time is on no one’s sided, it is only given once and all must die and tomorrow is not guaranteed. This seems so mean because having no one to really love or so it seemed, I was just a lone no one was on my team.
I started to think and reminisce about the think in life that I missed. Tears appeared in my eyes and my heart skips a beat so I lay down and felled into a deep, deep sleep. Suddenly and to my surprise I was on a beach with soft sand underneath feet. The sky was so blue and the air smelled oh so sweet; it dawned on me that this was a place few have ever seen.
I walk down to the water and what did I see; the sea was strange so let me explain; it was made of crystal with a glow all of its own and the waves gave off a musical tone. As my mind adjusted to sounds and the sight I spied out another wonderful delight. There across the sea, a city brighter than the northern lights, oh what a beautiful sight.
I fell down to my knees overwhelmed by the glory that was before me. I thought that I had died and stepped to the other side. I knew what I was seeing before just could not be true, such beauty, it could not exist, not in my world, never like this. A melody that I have never heard before arose from the City across that crystal sea. It had to be played by Angels, the music was so, so sweet; that I felt a joy from my head to my feet and knew deep in my heart that was where I belong,
Just when I decided to dive in and swim to the other side, I heard a soft voice call out my name. I turned around to see who it was that called out my name. There He was this gentle looking Man with sadness in His eyes. He spoke to me and this is what He said; my son, my son you cannot dive in and swim to the other side. So I ask Him why I can’t swim to the other side, that’s easy for me, am going to try.  No, no, no it not for you it not your time was His only reply. I did not understand His reason but I felt His command and suddenly my feet was stuck in the sand, I cried out with hurt and pain in my voice; what lies on the other side, who are you and why can I not go on the other side?
                                     This is the story that He told:
The city that you see beyond the crystal sea it belongs to me and it has streets that are paved in gold. Many mansions lining the roads and in each one there are treasure that are a wonder to behold. There is no hunger, sickness or death, life everlasting and there you can find rest, for all eternity you will be My guest.  Now I will answer your second question, my son, my son; I Am, who I Am! I came to earth a long time ago prepare The Way for all my children to come home. This is some that you should know, for it was written for all a long time ago and I am always with you in your times of needs you are never ever all alone. Last but not the least you ask me why; my son, my son it not your time. 
Seek and you will find, knock and the door will be open, and until you love Me, it will never be. Now go back and remember what you seen and what you have heard, because time grows short. Spread My words that My kingdom draws near, repent, repent and stop causing Me tears.
I suddenly opened my eyes and I was home in my bed and I start to cry. Never have I felt such joy and peace deep within. I went down on my knees and I ask the Lord Jesus to please come in and would you please forgive me of all of my sins, please live inside of me until the end. I sow the seeds and when the harvest comes you will know where it can from. Keep this in mind cause when it is time He will separate wheat from the weeds and set all of His children free.
(Warning, Warning)
The time is now, and do it before it to late! 
Time is on no one side.
Everyone want to go to heaven but no one want to die.
You do not have to worry if you have Jesus inside.
He there for the asking want you try
Do you want Him? He want you, it about free will and you must choose.
The Gift is free, Heaven are hell which will it be?
I hope that I have sowed a seed and it will grow, but it will only grow if you truly believe and have faith deep within your heart and soul.
Time waits for no one!
Faith is something sight unseen will you not set your spirit free? Is it so hard for you to believe that Jesus is the answer and all you need? The door is open want you please come in? Don’t you think it time to find that Kingdom that is way up high filled with riches up in the sky?
 


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Sea of Emotions

Feel the awesome power
of an angry stormy ocean
fill you with both sheer
excitement and fear
stirring ones deepest emotions
Feel the purging wild wind 
tussle your streaming  hair
taste the fresh salty  air
Feel alive
at one with nature 
be inspired thrilled
and in Gods creation.

believe.




Peter Dome.copyright.2013. Dec.


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Heart of the Sea

Gazing at me from an island of blue,
I view from an ocean of sand.
Her cries from weightless gulls tells of the loneliness within,
for there is no other the same.
Waves pour from her heart,
she pushes me away and pulls me back, ever discontent.
Too far away, I cannot hear her voice.
Too close, I am sinking.

She carries on her shoulders those who do not know her pain,
they laugh and smile as she carries their worries away.
Deep within her heart a storm grows, 
until the fury of her emotions flow from within,
crushing content, drowning resonance.
To know her is to be lost forever,
to reach her is to never be the same without her touch.
She calls, no one else can hear.


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The Pier by the sea


The sound of the sea
so close to my door
a blue feeling in my fingers
my spirit is not so blue...

Our walks on the pier
where I am born eternal
the entire color aurora
awakens the sea and you...

Love swim so close to me
madness love me on this shipwreck
the oars and port is breaking
If only I had a boat...

Floating seagulls for an instant would stop
and shout my voice
in such a jovial churn
a simple duel mystery...

Duel of music in the air
the open magnolia of your kisses
dresses the waves of passion
with the passionate view of distant sailboats...

The entire aurora
awakens the sea in you
stretched in a dream
the gulls carry to my hands

Leaving me
two water skies...


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The Sea

Fair Lady,
Water swells and ebbs,
Gentle touch or raging storm,
Beauty, dignity, and honor born.
A force that lives,
So many faces,
Anger, joy, and sorrow.
Angel’s faces fall,
They are no rivals to her beauty.
Majestic,
So majestic,
Eyes that make great jewels look dull.
The sound of tides and music,
Are no different to me.
Crested waves and golden hair, 
Hold no difference for me.
Her flaws do not exist,
Perfection in every way.
Fair Lady,
I am yours.


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Outstanding Gem

The cloud murmurs as the sun
gaze intensely on the surface of the sea;
The sky throws up a beautiful golden piece;
which falls into the sea of seas,
To compete and synchronize with other
stones at the bottom,she must be perfect;
Polished and rinsed repeatedly by sea water,
She turns to a brilliant gem,
brilliant stone appreciated by all,detested by few.

Her words,character and  poetic prowess are unique,
which makes her meticulous and friendly with no huge physique,
Pretty,passionate,sincere and warm this I must say,
A lady of indomitable will , blesseth is your day,
A stallion out of many millions of land beasts,
fighting for freedom and world peace with her fists,
Her compassion,good intent and skills I love to see,
which have helped many out of doldrums and set them free.

         What else does such a being
            deserved?
           Blessings!,Accolades ,or Gifts!
             Hmm! I say 'all' ;
           She is :
           D-Dynamic
           E-Excellent
           B-Beautiful
           O-Outstanding
           R-Respectful
           A-Awesome
           H-Humble


*This poem is a mixture of  Personification,Rhyme ,free-verse and Acrostic,and it is 
specially dedicated to Debbie Guzzi*

WRITTEN BY OLUSEGUN AROWOLO   


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Tropical Splendour


Tropical sunshine 
streaming down
from a clear blue and white sky
with fleecy white clouds
edged with wisps of mist
like giant grains of popcorn
drifting slowly by
way up in the sky

The sunshine 
bathing the sugar cane fields below
with golden sunbeams
saturating the texture
of its long grass-like leaves
with its radiance
enlivening them and
transforming the fields into
an emerald sea 
of brilliant green

Tropical breeze 
swaying the sugar cane leaves
gently caressing them
making them dance in unison
like the waves of the ocean

The dancing leaves 
vibrating in harmony
with each other
create a murmuring sound 
that builds in intensity
and reaches a crescendo
like the roar
of the waves of the ocean
setting the leaves 
in a wild dance of ecstasy
and then gently subsiding
to the soothing sound
of a gentle breeze
inducing a state 
of peacefulness
and tranquillity

At such moments
alone with nature
one can feel a strange unity
with everything around
Unity that is so strong 
and overpowering
that one loses consciousness
of one's individual self
one has no consciousness
of time and space
but only of that moment
- the infinite eternal NOW

One's consciousness seems to merge
with a deeper consciousness
of the unity of all things
in nature and the cosmos
One experiences an awareness
of a deeper reality 
that is impossible
to describe in words

One makes contact 
with one's cosmic roots
in a dimension where
time and space
are irrelevant
It is the synchronisation
of one's consciousness
with the absolute
and ultimate reality
of the cosmos




As a young boy, around nine or ten, I used to love to be in the sugar-cane fields in my native tropical island, Trinidad. I got a natural high, being dazzled by the brilliant sunshine and  listening to the sighing of the sugar cane leaves as they swayed in the breeze like the waves of the ocean. I felt that Nature was speaking to me, transporting me to another world where I connected with my cosmic roots, becoming part of the unity of all things.




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So Beautiful

You squealed with joy, O' darling child...
One autumn morning, washed bright by clouds
Your gleeful laughter could be heard
As we would drive that country mile
Where farms, and stately barns stood red and brown

Your captured eyes, through the windshield glass 
Found rolling hills, beneath blue skies
Where the pastures green, and goats that pranced
Caught your eyes, with keen surprise
You were entranced, and were ......O', so beautiful.

Eyes wide, you begged to linger here
As sun broke through the the misty air
With joy and haste, your eager face
Pressed tight against the window glass
As we drove by the meadow grass
We slowed our pace....your smiling face....was O'...so beautiful

Quickly out, you scrambled fast
To climb up through the muddy grass
Such chubby legs, you quickly raced
It almost seemed, a summer dream
That sunny day....your rosy face
This time and place was, O'......so beautiful

I remember how the moment passed
You plucked the stems of tallest grass
We followed soon, to lift you higher
With chubby hands, right through the wire
White eager faces, their eyes so bright
Your own of blue, they brimmed delight
So very, very beautiful......

My eyes would sting, with tears unshed
My heart could burst with words unsaid
So all I do, is stand and smile
Such beauty on a country mile
One autumn day, to cherish while...
I hold such love my darling child
O' darling child, ...........you are...................so beautiful


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The Great Barrier Reef

I can only imagine 
How it looks from outer-space,
Our world's biggest coral reef;
A huge sapphire sparkling;

I can only imagine
How it feels to go swimming,
Alongside all those life forms;
Who call the Great Reef their home

Someday I hope to visit 
this big beautiful wonder;
then something real is mine ,
There's no need to imagine.

 


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Sea Of Arousal

                                                               Sea Of Arousal

Your glowing body begs to be my permanent colony,
as you become the supreme ruler of my lustrous skin.
My ownership of your soul I will not surrender.
The key to your personhood I shall guard to the end.

I submit these scandalous nights in your arms.
With your love my river will warm.
Dive into my soul, explore the bosom.
Caress those sensuous lips to reach nirvana.

Kiss me without restraint, give abandon.
Touch me with no regrets, hold me with unleashed care.
You are the forest and I your mountain.
I climb inside your richly scented limbs.

The mark of my lips will reach beneath your skin,
as you leave the aura of your divine body.
Our mutual desires awake in a sea of arousal.
The countryside stirs in love's joyful grip.

The seeds of our passion grow in different shades,
for we shall nurture them with dignity and grace.


 
     Another poem written with the talented Smriti Jha


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In quest of love

I slide along the edge of the stream,
Crossing the narrow road leading to it,
Search in the depth of the fussed ocean,
To find the portion reserved for me.

I wander throughout the space,
Tracking the silvery, sparkled stars;
Conspicuously, I've been so exhausted,
My naive heart chose not to surrender!

I interrogate the reflective could,
It points me to the house of obscurity,
I hasten to go to the peaceful spot,
There was not even the shadow of it!

I had even walked out of boundaries,
To know whether which direction it took,
I crapped out an fell on the wrong road.
I, however, was hopeful and undismayed!

Lastly, a quiescent mind appealing me,
Thus, my heart plunges under the ocean,
To strike out the accuracy of the true love,
Meanwhile, I still hope that it will discern it!


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The Changing Sea

I have seen the sea be a mill pond,
seen it like a mirror 
where mountains reflect 
unshimmering there.
And herring skittered
on the surface to escape
the mouth of the killer whale.

But I have seen the sea
off Newfoundland's Cape Ray
when waves were mountain high
and on reaching the wave top looking down
into a vast valley of iron coloured water,
The grave of many a man.

To me the sea is a changing thing
like life and breathing in
and the salt moistened air in my face
forever gives life to me.


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December's color

If I could interpret the influence of winter
It would be blindly silent and dramatically loud
With wailing seas of white wonder- 
Feverishly blowing sideways into the night 
Crystallized droplets of frozen blue tears
Hanging dangerously waiting for that moment –
To fall into the arms of a cloud puff of snow 
Like twinkling diamonds posing gracefully off the roofs- 
And the buildings of our human comforts 
Until the kiss of the daytime sun slowly softens its sharp edges
And so dancing drops of watery icicles plunk into small puddles below 
Until the night falls and they stretch and-
Reform their clinging weapons of new splendor
Stillness embraces with cold arms of unforgiving favor
In the quiet frozen fields of the morning, hope springs a bird whistling
A few scattered old leaves never buried under winter fly free
Now onward to the days end we sweep  
Sleep now, we sleep into the days of December’s mask 
With blankets of wool and fires of warmth around our toes 
As we drift off nestled in our beds,
We can’t image our existence without refuge
Another log is crackling and burning in the fireplace.


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The Island of Gods

Worship dance blared fulfilled the stroke of sunset
The beauty of heavenly panoramic captivate the admiration in depth
Gratify the devotees whose hunger for the sublimity of  art
Even breezes kindly offered its cradle as a humbled guests from afar

The faint strains of *gamelans seems like combing the roar of  waves
When the eyes of Gods, exotically closed the day
But this heaven never sleep
The euphoria of dazzling night replace the fetish as a dreams in reality

Diverse nations united in this ocean of excitement
Earthiness as the existence of unified
Pours relief beyond their deadly deadline
This celestial sanctuary was too good to be ruined
 
In the eyes of Gods, again splendors emitted through its beauty
Touched the heart of universe gently
And be part of the heartbeat in this country
Thou, the seekers, you are welcomed within these prosperities

Author note:
Welcome to Bali

*Gamelan = Balinese Gamelan is a traditional musical instrument originally from 
                 Bali-Indonesia which is usually used for the traditional ceremonies or 
                 events.



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Bottoms Up

Beached the sun-bleached bottoms
of small boats color the sand scape,
safely turned bottoms-up
far from the high tide’s line.
They lay in wait beneath the teardrop rain,
huddled from the bay’s breath, they hide.
It is only the lap of languid wave that bides.



Boats Beach, Eastham Mass 2012


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Day Dreamer

Where do I roam?
Well, mostly in my head.
Always the day dreamer,
drifting from sea to sea in my floaty mind.

I went on holiday
to a hot far away land.
We all had an amazing time,
but in my head I'm often still there.

I close my eyes, 
and I can feel that warmth.
It wraps round me, not letting go.
I embrace those thoughts a lot.

Where do I roam?
Often on cloud nine.
But then sometimes dreams are better than reality.
Maybe it's the poet in me that makes my mind drift away?



By Emma Buckeridge
For the contest "I Roam"


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A dinghy ride by starlight

There is an echo even now. Awakening 
From haunted dreams, late in the night
A memory of a dinghy ride by starlight:

The noise of the motor reverberating
Off the coast, above the rushing waves,
Cold and damp from sea spray and rain:

Phosphorescent glittering streams in
Our passing wake arise from unknown 
Depths as we skim their salty matrix:

A shoreline strewn with the debris of
That unending war: A warning to steer 
Clear off, but to keep a parallel course: 

Dark ragged hills like a rip in the fabric
Of a jet black sky and the ghostly white 
Foam of the relentless Solomon Sea:

Speak not of crows for I have seen them
In a mist shrouded morning at Rabaraba
Where they held their nodding congress.

And Champion’s surprise at finding me
There, upon his arrival, was worth a
Hundred voyages into Anuki Country.


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Beneath

Beneath the ocean, below what we know
lies a word most souls never see. 
those who dare travel to that depth
Discover passion abreast true despair. 

Above the surface our bearings hold fast,
the way home can always be seen. 
Fore far beneath the calm we show
love rages and it's jaws won't release. 

Loves first real gaze hinders all time and space
all things lost appear to be found
One moment, love seems like the glue
till the chaos changes all we perceive.


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A Blue Boy's Death Wish

A fragile mind breaks 
Wake upon the rock laden shores
A muffled heart begs to echo
Whispers lost among a velvet chamber

Dusk comes premature time and again
Dropping the curtain on an optimistic sunrise
If you never witness dawn
There is no tomorrow

Always the dreamer aches
Never awake to make real what he desires
The restless corpse walks blind
Dead ends seem fitting for one of the kind

Lost in the labyrinth of strangling vines
Love is the motive and the weapon
Taking root in throats dry from weeping
Sprouts of amnesia in place of smiles
A garden called heartbreak holds onlookers captive
The comfort takes hold, sets in the bones weary of searching
A plea for rest lands on deaf ears

The hollow boy tires of himself
The last request he will ever make
"End me"
Lost and tired
He wishes to be weak no more


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The Road is a Circle

One road alone under my feet,
no apology could surmount the facts
of the wear and tear of the street
that the Roman fleet
put their spiked tracks
there’s no road that’s less traveled by here
just one that keeps turning right

Time has anchored 
On the covered ground
I stumbled looking up and round
eternal hour-glass of existence
Will be turned again and again 
And you with it

I can say this with a grin
for now and evermore
one road alone under my feet
and I-
I took the road that has made no difference

There is no fork,
just a big fucken circle.


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Ocean Dreams

                                                   When the walls seem tall
                                                      and the road your on
                                                              feels like an
                                                                  endless
                                                                     hall.
 
                                                           Your place is here
                                                             where the vision
                                                                 of tranquility
                                                                     is your 
                                                                      home.

                                                           No other place can
                                                             hold your peace
                                                               where dreams
                                                                 trickle slowly
                                                               with cascading
                                                                      ease.


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THE KUBO AND THE SEA


The bahay kubo at one side And the sea at the other side Put together is one against one A disastrous..a sanity Well, it depends to someone But, inspiration it can be The connections and the maneuverings Could be definitive The kubo signifies stability, So tranquil, so humane While the sea is a challenge The sea sometime Gets wild, unrestrained But can subside Ride on and enjoin Have faith and have fate intertwine.
Meanings: Bahay kubo is a Filipino term which means a small hut made up of native materials.


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Lapping the beach

As the wave
as I lap
as we lapse into sleep
soft laps that lap with a lapping
along the form of this beach
forming
the breath of each breath
of this lap of the lapping
along this warm sandy cove
where I lap with the lapping
where I had loved as the lapping
as the lapping
as the lapping
as the lapping
as the lapping
as the lapping
as we love is lapping
so lets lay here and lap
with the lap of the lapping
as our hearts beat with lapping
as we lap

Oct 17, 2010


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What have we become

The world,
Was Vast and Prosperous,
Now minuscule,
Like butter on bread the universe spreads,
But the earth withers,
Before the jovial sea song to the wind,
 Now whispers to herself,
Rain embellished the earth with Laevigata roses, 
Now stone asphyxiates the bountiful grass,
The quiet moon drifts from us in silence,
For the pain is to insufferable,
Who could watch the earth die?
Forced from the galaxy,
Our odor lingers through space,
Afraid to be tainted,
We are alone,
Who can save us?
Blinded by our doom we continue,
But I weep. For I see it all
And I cannot stop it,
My voice speaks but sound of pride deludes my voice,
Now Afraid the earths cries but no one hears her weep
and her despairs stays imprinted on my soul
How can I save the world?
I hear no Solution,
So I stay and wait the conclusion to come


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A melting morning

It snowed heavily in Ireland for the past month and just last week the thaw set in 
and I wrote this poem.......




After the thaw
birds swim the sky
exuberant
warmed by a light drizzle 
falling on pear coloured fields
they drink in a saturated land




Gliding from cedar to spruce
great canopies of army green,
the gulls alight from a satin sky
to branches covered in lichen
where pistachio ivy clings




Sweeping over a shrouded sea
liquorice birds blot the view.
as blackbirds gather
on the arching limbs
of a ivory silver birch
rejoicing
in a melting morning


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The Eel

Slithering in the depthless waters
We find the eel—never blinking
Rarely has he seen the sun
Encompassed with mistrust
He’s a soloist of the deep

Calm burning in his soul, 
We find his home
Serenely built on the quietude of his spirit
He melts into his cold tunnels
He’s the keeper of the ocean’s secrets

Frowning and gaping 
He lifts his slimy head
Watching the strangers swimming along
Catching interest in one or two
Only to assist them in knowing—he’s the devourer of whomever he pleases to 
overthrow

He’s so unobtrusive, this little creature
Yet fire seems to burn from within
As if by coming a little closer…
He’d reveal his secrets from beneath the fin

In awe the eel will slither back in his throne of emptiness
Silent desperation was never described so discreetly
Yet he conquers all completely
And survives longer than his kind could ever appreciate

Soloist of the sea
I doubt you desire me to observe
Your slimy, despicable existence
But you are worthy of acknowledgement—
Much worthier than I myself 

For truly, my eely presence in these lines
Is diminutive against your profound, human-like indifference  


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My heart will go on and on

My bags are all packed and ready to go, Goodbye my love, you know I hate to leave For it’s the only way to escape from the pain that you had gave. I’m stepping on a board of a ship trying to hold back the tears, I used to think that I have an answer to everything, To my worried mind that is full of fears. Sailing into the ocean of North Atlantic As I embrace the wind that twirling above the sky Standing beneath the silence, Watching the passengers chatting, laughing Enjoying the night, sipping their wine Others are not, just sitting beside the ship Maybe they are just like me Carrying a heavy heart that are drowning In sadness and graving for a love that had gone Some are smiling saying hi Clanging on the arms of their love ones. Still, I’m standing beside this ship Holding the locket that you had gave, As I heard the screams that echo in my ear Children’s crying craving for help, lovers clanging in their arms The titanic where I pass is about to sink Collide with an iceberg, this voyage Would be the end of my life? I run as fast trying to escape, But it’s too late; I thrown into the deep ocean My body shaking, I begun to sleep Tried to open my eyes, I see your face Holding the locket closes to my heart The memory of you I will bring Unto the last minute of my breath. That my heart will go on and on, Like a water from the sea that flow. Written By: Cheryl Aldea My heart will go on and on Contest Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver


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I tried

or I was born such
(or probably both)
between the sea to stay
more left of the light
(the less of the two).
I tried
the words not to hurt,
but not to rejoice excessively.
To move
without moving away
(the cross-sail of sailing craft).
To be a dream for someone dreamt up.
You can’t stay
between the sea and
sea


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SEA OF DREAMS

Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh I can hear the sea It is ebbing to and fro Rhythmically rocking me to sleep In God’s own cradle Jan Allison 29th October 2014


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(1) "recession over opression" Everything is going to be alright

I personally believe in a cultral of time.  I believe personally that this nation will rise up and
all the rhetoric in its existence will cultivate just in the nick of (?).  And if you're still in doubt,
don't hate my belife's just because your's is in the ultimate sprout.  What's it all about is that
the privaledge of justification is overshadow by the greed and our nation will sort out the nay
'sayers just because other's are jealous over the weed. I believe; that if this country....this
country from sea to shinning sea will see that poverty is defeated when normalcy is depleted.
Depleted in such a way that the majority of future endeavors is celebrated in our life-time 
and a joyish occasion of folk's will turn their nose up to a society of "children's submerge with
out clout".
I believe - just in the nick of time, GOD-a soverign creator, he's Alpha & Omega will give 
mankind no concern of their own doing that is interfering and confusing to his selfish ruling. I
just personally believe: "He's God all by himself". And by himself  and the word state's that
he is in every disconcern of what the Germans, the Americans the Polish and the Soviet Un-
ion have to say to scare other's into thinking that the "weapon's of mass-destruction will 
prove power is in their backyard-just because they hold the button??..
I belive in his return, and the concern of modern day brother's and sister's from the east coa
st to the west coast knows that our fore-father's gave their live's to peace, not too freedom,
but that freedom is appreciated more when it is deviated upon bloodless shore's. "Everthing
is going to be alright", earthquake's in haiti and the devastation of youth's killing youths. Our
Nation and all citie's that's responsible for the freedom of all and I believe also for the poor
and less fourtunate that still have to crawl, "let it rain and let it rain day or nite. I believe,
"Everything is going to be Alright".


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My Leviathan

My leviathan, I saw your eye in the deeps.
Filtered sunlight, more twilight,
still your eye shone clearly to me.
I felt your pings, received your call
from a great distance.
Deeply held within
secure, mysteries lie there
the biggest is this affection.

My Moby it's been a long time.
Harpoons have scared your hide.
We two in this subterranean world.
A retreat we float quiet,
all else lacks consequence here.
Healing is what you look for, I know,
respite and rest for your soul.
How many fathoms' down did you travel
before you realized the dark didn't drown you
only slowed you down?
Soon we will break the surface and breathe,
I think it will be a whale of a dance.


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Sea Haven Delight

Our beach house,
Just for a week,
A week that goes so slow,
But way too fast,
A week of no responsibilities,
One week of no worries or cares,
Of laying in the sun,
Of playing in the surf,
A week of peace,
At the Outer Banks,
With my Dad's side of the family,
Not as close to the beach as previous years,
But a beautiful house,
Too big in my eyes,
But large enough for fifteen people,
Warm southern sun makes me want to stay,
A cool breeze off the ocean is perfect,
There is no place in the world that I'd rather be right now.


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Teardrops From Bitter Clouds

5/21/11-5/22/11

They told me it was going to be sunny
I decided to go to the beach
Blue beauty…
No, I’m not the same as you can see

I soar off like a distant train
swaying…staying
Connected to the tracks
overwhelmed by rain
You weepie...
don’t you know who made sorrow?
Wait…do not scurry
Tearless for tomorrow
because that day will bring forth
Brighter dusks…hidden beneath the surface

Wherever we roam,
I’ll collect the foam
from the attacking waves
Masked with bitterness
led by the wind
Bitter clouds sending rain
I guess I’ll remain
Home alone
And watch a pale moonlight
Shone in my withering curtains
I’m certain
There will be brighter days
in this summer vacation
that’s next in line
where we will dine
forever on a soaring tide
clueless…undefined

Overcome the clouds…
Let out victory
Let them know
The key to life is positivity
Or treasured love
Beneath the surface
In other words,
You are marvelous…a blue beauty
You are a dolphin against an unfriendly tide
Sending teardrops from bitter clouds
Never meant for harm…
Keep me away from this charm
You send from your silky…
lushing…gushing…
form brushing beside a shipwrecked terrain
Paradise lies in silky clouds
Sending irresistible rain
Sending no doubts
Or heart-breaking reminders
Pouring out acid rain from bitter clouds
Teary skies…how time flies…
Sending drenched-up memories…
Cuddling to the soul
Oh, how time flies
A cruel enemy…how time could be
a loathly fiend
Sending acid rain
From tilted clouds
immediately drains
the hour…unaware of the time

I wish I could fall in your arms
While the bitter clouds alters into charms
Remain positive and fit
Don’t lie in the ocean floor
There is a deep pit…be vigilant
Stay awhile, will you?
Tearless for tomorrow
If you are made out of
Droplets and charms
My smile will warm up
The cloudy day…
and send the rain
Under the water
Under the teary sea
is where our destiny will be
the lovely clouds 
will be our shrouds 
it tickles my feet
and your wiggling fins

Stay awhile, will you?
Tearless for tomorrow
If you are made out of
Droplets and charms
Snuggle
In my arms 


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We're dreaming dream's, the poet's dream so pure

O Mother! O Mother! 
Don’t scold us 
for painting the sky. 
Don’t curse us 
for sleeping in the garden 
all day long 
under the blue sky bewitching. 
We’re not idle. 
We’re not lazy. 
We’re dreaming dreams, 
the poet’s dream so pure. 

O, my Mother! 
Allow us to kiss 
the dream’s holy lips. 
O how very wonderful, 
O how very wonderful it is! 
It’s a poet’s dream. 

“Ah! What a life the poet leads!” 
Playing with the thoughts, 
filling them with colors 
of the emotion as they change. 

Poet’s as the pond, 
never stagnate. 
They live, 
arousing thoughts 
all new, 
lit with the fickle lamps 
of laughter and tears. 

O Mother! O Mother! 
Don’t scold us 
for painting the sky. 
Don’t curse us 
for sleeping in the garden 
all day long 
under the blue sky bewitching. 
We’re not idle. 
We’re not lazy. 
We’re dreaming dreams, 
the poets dream so pure. 

O, my Mother! 
Allow us to witness 
the heavenly marriage 
between the oxygen 
ff our dreams, 
and the hydrogen 
of our realities. 

We are poets too! 
We’ve been scaling 
every mountain of pain 
and sailing 
every sea of happiness 
boarding the plane of our dreams. 

O Mother! O Mother! 
Let us dream. 

Buffer against stress 
self- medication 
We dream. 

O My child! 
If only I could think as you. 
If only I could dream as you. 

“If dreaming you are not, 
dream are you yourself,” O Mother! 

O My child! 
Many a dream is born, 
and many a dreams dies, 
but life’s way eternally the same. 
Life is nature’s own naturalness, 
where hopes are drowned 
in the sea of miseries, 
where illusion is more powerful 
than logic and logic than the dream. 

Yet dreams are dreams, O Mother! 
There is no heart where it is not 
There is no mind where it is not. 
Even Leonardo Da Vinci’s brush 
paused momentarily on the Mona Lisa lips, 
to let her dream 
- to let her dream. 

O’ Mother! O’ Mother! 
Let us dream 
together you and I 
Heaven and Earth 
are yet to be one. 

Are yet to be one. 

Copyright 2007 Bhuwan Thapaliya


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The Spark

It was overwhelming, it was lovely
It was my definition of forever, it was empowering
I spread it into the sea
Into space, time, and everything in between or beyond
I spread it into their souls
I spread it throughout the forgotten dimensions

Betrayal, a curve ball
Unexpectedly knocking me from this universe
I floated, away from everything i had seen
I was spread, beyond the city
I was spread, further from the seas

Closer to the bottom
The light became dim
The light became an illusion
The truth had been unfolded beneath
Like a trench, eager to sub duct innocence of loyalty
For I had traveled so far...

The spark, what is now a burden
What now burns
For once, it lit the way
It guided the way that the mind created
The illusion we were eager to find

Now all that is left
And of course,
Only the foolish search for the spark


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The Sea and I

Once I was sand dab small
urchin of the tides
shrieking with the gulls
on my blanket of sand
and head high as the waves
I was playmate to the sea
One and one were we
under the clouds of foam . . .
Sand crabs tickled my toddles
The conch sang hushabies of the surf
The horses of the sea
whinnied the tunes
of my periwinkle dreams . . . . . .

Who sells cockles for my suckle?
Who can cuddle stars to sleep?
What Sandman rock-a-byes yesternight’s cradle?

All the sun long day
I melted from green to gold
holding the hand of the sea
for only a rainbow long
and gathering handfuls of mist
I was Captain of the tides . . .
Dolphins dipped to my horn
The turrets of my castles
trembled the wind
The shrill of my whistle
shivered the still
of the serpent’s lair . . . . . .

Who can ride the ebbless tide?
Who can borrow wings from the wind?
What Sandman can cool the burn of my yearnings?

Each stolen night and day
I streaming down the shore
danced the fire dance
in the tongues
of the leaping waves
Neptune strong
Colossus high
I strode the shallow deep
Buccaneer of the boundless main
Captain Hook
of my mussel fleet . . .
The peaks of my mountains
scraped the clouds
The crash of my drumbeats
thundered the sky
The sting of the salty spray
blurred my lordly eyes

Hickory Dickory heedlessly
I waded the Gulliver shore
While sands of the hourglass trails
trickled forever by . . . . . .

Who can caress the foam?
Who can touch nevermore?
What Sandman can dry the tears of the sea?


– Harley White  

< 1968 >


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Tsunami of love

As the ocean swells 
Around the heart 
I love your jeans 
But most of all 
I prefer 
the hanger 

My world like a shawl 
You invaded 
every space in it 
Like a tsunami 
of love 

Strikes beautiful 
Taking over the body 
Becoming a temple 
adoring you 

Worshiping 
the very ground 
On which you stand 
Oh so very sweet 
My love 
I hunger for you 

Beating in the deep 
Invaded the very soul 
Falling my heart 
in love 
With you


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The Old Sea Captain

In a Mediterranean blue cabin of sleep rocked to the sea beat in his ears
what big seas of dreams run in the Captain's sleep
over what blue whaled waves does he sail in a rainbow hail of flying-fishes 
he can see the Atlantic from his bed where he now lies
night and day night and day eating his bread and slops
the quiet cripple dreaming staring at the sea and the skies
he will lie here till the sky goes out and the sea stops


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See like eye sea

Take your uproaring words 
And pour them into 
The deep unsettled sea
Let them wash to shore 
And rumble the sand gently
Don't let them get caught up into the wild wind
They'll rip through someones sail 
And make them never want to leave 
The shoreline again..
So watch what you say 
And how you let your words flow
With a broken compass 
You never will know
In what direction 
That the current will go...


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Spring Healing

A wound trying to heal.
I pick at grief,
like a child digs at a scab.

I'm leaving a dark dance
that winds into a night
that never ends.
A dance where pain circles,
and weaves it's seeds 
into a hilly landscape,
that lives behind my eyes.

Memories of tangled beauty
like silken grass
knot in the breath of the wind.
I pull and I push.
Like Chinese handcuffs,
I won't let go.

Dusk lights a path
that beckons me to follow
to a darkness so deep
I know it would blind me.
Lost, I listen for dawn.

A bath of morning light
so lovely, so caring
washes over me.
Shines while I trace
the path of where I've danced.
A trail of fading steps,
pale bruises imprinted lightly 
on the tender earth.

In the wind I now hear music.
It's a beautiful song I hum
while I watch a scar grow fainter.


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The Endless Sea

As I look out 
On the horizon, 
I think of you... 
and our love. 

I stand on the beach, 
feeling the earth between my toes, 
and think of you... 
and our love 

The sea seems endless, 
in length and in depth, 
but it is nothing compared to 
our love. 

I step into the sea, 
and I walk, 
I only think of 
our love. 

Half of my body 
is submerged, 
but I still think of 
our love. 

My neck is now soaked, 
but yet, I walk. 
My mind only on 
our love. 

My body is underneath... 
There is no air... 
And neither do I want it 
because your love satifies me. 

I want to stay here 
In peace, 
Love, 
Joy. 

I walk on 
Into to sea, 
into 
Our love. 

I walk, 
and walk, 
and walk, 
and walk. 

Forever passes, 
generations gone, 
but yet I walk on. 
Never turning back. 

The sea seems endless, 
in length and in depth, 
but it is nothing compared to 
our love. 


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Short Siesta

Lazy is a Siesta, 
In a Hammock by the Sea.
And there in Flip Flops,
You’ll find me!

JS Lambert


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The Sensual Scent of Summer

Coconut tropical oil 
Glistening on my skin
The scent intoxicates me
As I bask in the sun
And drink in the beauty
Of the sparkling Mediterranean Sea

It’s only for a short while
That I will lie here
And only because
I want to feel the power of the sun
As it makes love to my skin
Warming me and releasing
That summer scent

Soon I’ll dive into the water
Back to being "the dolphin"
The name I was given
For my prowess in the water
Swimming sets me free
I love the feel of my long black hair
Trailing in the water
Caressed by the gentle waves
I love driving in and out of the water
the feeling of total immersion
Of muted sound
Then slowly emerging
Head first
Shoulders
My breasts
I break through
The water trickling down

I lie back and float in the water
After a hand stand or two 
I need to let the sun
Kiss every possible inch of me
As the water buoys me up
Here I am not a foreign entity
A strange oddity
I am home
I feel strong, free
Confident
I own the water
I impress
As I glide along
Weightless
Beautiful

Yet, now, for a few precious moments
I need to smell the scent of coconut
I run my hand along my legs
Gliding smoothly
I rub in the droplets of water
My hands find no resistence
I love the coarsness of the sand
against my lower legs
I wiggle my toes
My nail polish
Peeks through
Reminding me
How glad I am to be a WOMAN
A Woman

I love the beach
The water
The sand
The sun
The sky
The waves
The feelings that this moment evokes in me
Dreamy thoughts
Sensual thoughts
The need for gratification

The scent of coconut always
Sends me to this special place
Of freedom
And so……..
Coconut conditioner for my hair
Coconut cream for my hands
Coconut flakes for my porridge
Desiccated coconut in my chocolate
Coconut body oil
The scent of coconut
Drives me mad
It releases in me
Ecstasy
Surges of confidence
In who I am
And what I can achieve
A woman glistening with 
the scent of love
And Fantasy
Poetry and dreams

You may laugh
And think,
“How superficial and silly
It’s just a scent”

But for me
It’s the scent of my womanhood
It’s the scent of my dreams
The scent of that “invincible summer”
In every winter day of my life
It is....the scent of me.

Eileen Manassian Ghali

Sorry, but I didn't want to do too much editing on this one. I wanted it to wander, splish splash and be free, just like my thoughts on a summer day at the beach!

In the midst of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer- Albert Camus


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Night Dive (From a Bird's Perspective)

With an ebony plunge in the sea tonight
With the sky in a rage and fit to be tied
emerging opacity sleeps in my eyes-
clouds to be burned at the seams
WIth a storm iron grey on the tip of my tongue
With wings, liquid wings as I take the plunge
emerging with silver flips licking my mouth-
on a night of insatiable hunger.


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Flowers On The Water

I saw this beautiful wreath of flowers floating on the water.
Where did it come from I ask, and where is it going.
I found out it came from a lonely girl who was going home.
She had heard a legend and threw it because it was a tradition.
Ah, Hawaii, beautiful land where we all dream of going someday.
Paradise they say and many of you have been already.
Her wreath was floating back to shore, and she was happy.
Her love was still in Hawaii and this meant that she would return.
Oh how she longed to be with him and to smell the flowers on the island.
Orchids were her favorite and she longed to see them once more.
Her ship was now miles out to sea and what was that on the water.
Someone's wreath was floating out to sea and she felt their pain.
Grief was in her heart because she realized that if the legend was true,
Someone would never return to this lovely paradise.
Tears were falling down her face as she realized that she was leaving.
Farther and Farther away she was going from her love.
In her heart though she knew that springtime would come again.
The flowers would bloom again and she would be with her love forever.


By Jimmy Anderson for Francine Roberts "Flower" contest


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Pelican Versus Prey

golden-crowned pelican glides on the sea breeze suddenly a splash into the blue from above he spies the speckled trout swimming without care in water below pelican ascends again toward to sun’s warmth tasting a special treat held in its beak upon landing on the dock’s post where barnacles carry the salty scent of ocean creatures golden boy swallows the fish wriggling through an extended neck appetite satisfied for but a moment pelican takes to the sky again hunting its prey in nature’s intended way


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Dolphin Manifesto

now not anymore
the Island that isn’t
a loneliness but
Choice without being
There we were sitting and
The Sea was coming and
We (me and you) – a gorgeous staple,
Hooked, 
were creating and
we saw him (after years and years) how
he was entering
like a rainbow huge 
unattainable and
slow
brown – like a beam
(to hold for it)
nonpoetry - the other one is breakable 
when the meaning they wave – 
a hand of an insane man before a mirror 
nongame – the game is dead 
after Joyce and like a child is screaming
for the sandy tower after an adult 
(a cynical stone) carelessly and with no reason
forded through 
the dolphin is a life vital
and his existence aside of the genesis
and whole in the sea and whole 
is reflected 
nonliterature – the literature is dead
implicated into shape and ad of 
the language but
where is here the Rapture
of the dolphin – glamour
oh forgive me I am entering 
a someone else’s territory 
I am not a ventriloquist too
I do not practice knowledge 
there’s nothing new here each
new is unnamed
a vital place without a place
in a movement moveable 
smooth like blue 
fused in a deep bare 
white 


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A LOVELIER AND CALMER PLANET

I floated into the windless sky of the tranquil night visited by minuscule stars
that were subdued by dim moonbeams calling for some gleeful dreaming;
and I wistfully dreamed of a lovelier and calmer planet remembering
two kind and sincere eyes much lovelier than bluebells swaying in clay pots.


I kept thinking of other universes never discovered by me and they surely existed
beyond ours which couldn't thrill me anymore with its mysteries;
dazzlingly beautiful they were as they expanded further into interstellar infinity... 
showing a grandiose light surpassing the one seen by the shepherds.


Many hours went by, and soon what I had envisioned started to vanish before dawn,
and floating back to earth I beheld that awesome vision of the Heavens.
I landed in corn fields tangled by tarn that made me cringe, tasting unripe corn;  
and cherishing what I saw, I recalled that sojourn which lasted for long hours!


I told everyone what I had seen in that dream so realistic, but they jeered at me,
believing I was hallucinating; I even had to endure some tongue-lashing from mother
as she noticed my pants togged in my boots: " You look like a soldier!" she screamed. .
I'm hoping to return to that lovelier and calmer planet, where everything is peaceful.






 





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Mind And Then The Body (Christmas 2009)

Christmas Day 2009,
I went to see my grandma for what I'm sure will be the last time,
I enter the code and into the door,
Into the lift to the second floor,
Past the T.V room and an eerie feeling tilted and odd,
The folks in Christmas hats are all on the nod,
The smell of a cheap roast n the stench of getting old,
And my grandma mumbles that the rooms too cold,
She wants to go for a walk but she doesn't know where,
She doesn't remember who I am...
It doesn't seem fair that she was once smart, feisty and bold,
Ive never, not once, thought I'll get that old..
Cant take it, Don't want to see it, the guilt, my grandma all alone,
She lost her mind, her bodies going and it all stated in an old peoples home.


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Innocence Lost

Can innocence lost
Be ever returned
Or a heart, tainted and broken
Be cleansed, made whole once more?

Can a tree, longing for summer's warmth
Summon its leaves from cold autumn grounds
To return to naked branches
That it may feel joyful and alive again?

Can a child, disillusioned
Relive broken dream
Changing fate
To find naivety return?

Can joy be had in innocence lost
Or beauty be discovered, resting in sadness?
When birth of spring and warmth of summer pass by
Till all that remains is the still and quiet of winter
Will warmth be rekindled?


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Low Tide

The tide's out at present
 Means the water's further away
 There's a whole lot more
 Beach out there
 Than there was
 Six or even five hours ago
 Temporary real estate
 Suitable for construction
 Of the grandest of sandcastles
 Unobstructed sea views
 One hundred and eighty degree vista
 No permit required
 
Its a longer walk to the water
 But not as far to swim
 As it often is
 This time of day
 It's thanks to the moon we're told
 Taking the beach away
 Every 12 hours
 For cleaning I imagine


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Stones





                        Stepping stones
                       Cross vast oceans,
                            Deep dive
                       Gems sparkle alive!




Written on 9/4/14 
By Dr. Upma A. Sharma 
Sponsor- Nette onclaud
Contest title- just ten words


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Homesick

There's this girl that I know who misses her home
The place filled with laughter, her joy, and her hope.
This girl, she is sad, and I've seen her heart break.
She just doesn't belong here, and she doesn't want to stay.

When she's at the beach she just sits and she stares
Across the water to who knows where.
The ocean is the one place she has found on this Earth
That fills her with any kind of peace and hope.
Though still she is sad, she's not where she belongs,
But at least at the ocean the fierce homesickness calms.

She'll walk down the beach and look out at the water,
Totally uncaring of those who might watch her.
She knows she's not normal, that she isn't like them.
But she knows that they cold never understand.

This girl that I speak of, how I know her well. Yet at the same time I hardly know her at all.
It seems to me as I walk down that beach that
I'm never gonna know of who I truly speak.
Because as long as I'm here, so far from my home, my heart, my pain there, my hope,
I am only half here. 
I am only half home.
And all that I want....I just want to go home.


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A Diamond Afternoon

Summer Beach

Sifting warm sand 
through my fingers
lustrous fine grains 
glitter my palm.
Soothed by
the soft powdery touch,
I sit for a while 
under the rocks,
my bare feet 
swirl patterns in the sand
as I watch
a beach life unfold.

Bustling mothers 
set up home 
on plaid blankets
colourful beach bags 
spilling with  towels
buckets, spades
strewn all around,
a picnic stored 
under an umbrella,
children gathered
skip giddy with glee,
scent of sunscreen 
on lily white limbs.

My gaze drifts to 
little pink sisters,
chubby faces 
bubbling with desire.
Nimble bodies 
straggle the sand,
wrapped in a world 
of castles and dreams.
They stud  mounds
with pearly shells 
whispering stories
of princes 
and princesses.

At the water’s edge
long legs prancing
tiptoeing warmth
into an icy sea.
Lads
splash and play,
high jumping the waves.
Ball punched into the air,
hands outstretched 
grappling madly,
they plunge
in an explosion 
of salty laughter.

Strolling the tide line,
bare feet on wet sand,
I bask for a moment
beneath a honey sun,
life sparkling
on a diamond afternoon.

MMC © 2011


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Maiden Voyage

I had dwelt in the sky 
But not high enough I fear. 
Those dark mountains yonder
That at first seemed motionless
But that upon reflection moved
Were but clouds of the sea kind 

Menacing if you ask me
But oppressively so 
To a novice such as I 
On my maiden sea voyage, ha
But the skipper seeing me thus 
All transfixed came over to me

Hey, son, you missing dry land already?
Whereupon I snapped out of my stupor
No, Captain, I was just wondering
How we’re going to navigate
Past the dark hills yonder?

The sea has no hills, son, 
And when the sea has hills
I will be the first to know
Now get back to your cabin 
And dream of your love. 


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My Love For You

My love for you is like cool slow rain from an April sky with gentle droplets whispering of love as they kiss your face My love for you is like gentle sea breezes on a hot summer's noon bringing healing's touch from some far away land to soothe the weary soul My love for you is like the dawning sun chasing away the darkness with golden sunbeams that radiate with hope of a better day My love for you is like all these things and more for even if the rain ceases to fall and the breeze forgets to blow and the sun shines no more my love for you will always be there


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Moulting - for you

the next is like the first
equally shedding more skin
you do that again and again 
and I known each time 
you look at me 
we are transformed

and so we take each step
each page is torn away
a day, a week, a month
eternity in our eyes

this time with you 
like a wave that never breaks
a swell in the heart of the ocean

where the two race, play, swim

we are
the ones we see

in the next moment the sun rolls by
you lighten up the room
again a mirror 

to the little pools of mystery 
spilling out around you
giving up the secret

moulting in the broad day light


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Winter-Spring Canon

Winter-spring canon 
Incensed along Jacob's Creek
Like watery angels thought less from clouds above
Canopies of light make soft their entrance
In clucking-pig-progging-and-a-yip-yip-yipping
A shuft-and-shushing of large glass doors
Round about our ways of going
Slipping on the wet pages of our
Winter-spring canon


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Encomium

At that hour
 the breeze turns around.
 The fishermen are coming back
 with hands splintery,
 without lips,
 with eyes of stone.
 The bottom is empty
 like a bottle at midnight.
 The shore is there
 where somebody’s waiting.
 They’ve sleept for a long time. Dreaming.
 With hands locked together.
 He, the wind, the last one
 an orphan, leads
 them…


13.06.2012


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When the Tide Goes Out

When the tide goes out your day at the beach is over.
When the tide goes out all the shells on the sea bottom are uncovered, glistening in the 
fading sunlight like jewels.
When the tide goes out and you are gone, all the birds land on your sand castle and it 
collapses under them, scaring them to the next castle down the beach, till all that's left are 
piles of sand, for the fading tide to carry away.
When the tide goes out all the sea snails and hermit crabs come out for a breath of fresh air.
When the tide goes out you get to see the coral and moss-covered rocks, drying and 
hardening in the unwanted air.
When the tide goes out the beauty of the beach is uncovered, yet most of us aren't there to 
see it.
When the tide goes out.


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May we Meet Again

Lost in a sea of blue
the heart my true navigator we meet as kindred spirits
 brought together with a simple hello and a persistent nature
 enchanted by the beauty of a heartwarming smile 
captured by a "scary" sense of similarities 
connected by interests that brought us close in certain ways 
so brief was our encounter
 rich with the warmth of conviction
 and the sharing of what made our world go round 
abruptly ended by the knock on a door
reality’s reminder 
a sense of loss uncertain
 friendships will survive
 smiles sent to be shared
 words spread across an empty page
 with hopes that our voices can be shared 
with a friendship that can be nurtured 
reaching out with my heart and the spirit to breathe again
 lost in a sea of blue eyes that sparkle with love and life 
 May we meet again???


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Bonny Isles

A sparkling jewel
Of nature
It brings peace
To my soul
Fills the 
Empty hole
Slows down
My heartbeat
Stops the retreat
And rebuilds
Refills
My heart
With wonder
With hope
With silence.
Pained
As I am
By my past
The re-casting
Of my being
The removal
Of my all-seeing
Alter-ego
Is a certainty
When on the boat
To Lerwick
With waves
Licking
The sides
And the rhythm
Of the slow
Humming
Engine
Slowing my rhythm
Sending
Me to sleep.
Gets me
Dreaming of
The glistening sea
This wondrous
Place
This hidden
Space
Where few
Do tread
And the calm
Descends
From
The first step
From the lack
Of Chain Stores
The Out-of-date
News
The stormy weather
Views
The Cream Buns
The Long lasting
Sun
A slow
Drifting
Pace
The hundred
Private beaches
The performing stars
At night
A delight
To my heart

I dream of another place


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Rapture

Autumn creeps in slowly
Tenderly, seductively
Summer giggles and blushes
Tickled by crisp exhilarating breezes
The colors of fall mesmerize her
She needs to feel the fiery reds and golden hues.
She longs to don their passionate splendor
Autumn’s tender kisses entice her
Swept away with reckless abandon
The excitement overtakes her
Enraptured in effervescent glory
Autumn sinks in
His force penetrating
Deep into the heart of Summer
His grip is unshakable
Summer struggles to hold on
The waning sun warms weakly
Flowers bloom in last ditch effort
She feels herself slipping away
The vibrant luring colors fade
Withering into brown lifeless forms
The once lush green leaves of Summer
Flutter helplessly down to the cold hard ground
Autumn, triumphant, drags his defeated prey
Onto the alter of Winter.
Giving himself over as well
The henchman lies down his life
Winter’s deep frozen death reigns.
A great, barren arctic tomb (womb?)
Under which Summer waits to be reborn
With Spring’s first gentle kiss.


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The storm is come

Red leaves fleeing trouble before the gust:
like children playing tag.
Tumbling to shelter under,
or it is to the brick wall.

Tears from heaven
hit cheeks from the side,
and lash down to toe:
and the whole becomes a sea.

I am swept away in it's fury:
each wave crest seeks shores,
and pours itself away; to abandon. 
Cherishing that kiss with earth.

Fury must find it's rock;
be diminished in ecstasy,
and sink into nothing.
Before turning into life.


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Monofilamania

It is so hard to let go of love,
lovingly.

It sharks, 
unpeels more gut more quickly
than reel or reeler ever lost
in all those years of lazy inches
in and out:
casting,
winding in and playing out,
hardly fishing, rarely catching
anything
from the deepness out of sight,
hardly ever losing . . .
anything.

Blisters lust into the greedy thumb.
Impatient,
sore,
the startled brake lets go.

It dives full length into the never,
finds the limit of its leash,
pounds against its half-round prison,
demands unknot
at end of end of rope -
Let go!

Got you, shrieks the reel and reeler
cranking in the give and take.
The line is taut,
the weight upon it heavy, 
throbbing,
not docile,
numb, 
and waiting . . . 

. . .waiting for adrenaline:
explosion
against the angry, smoldering thumb.
Caught to catcher,
fish to fisher:
let me go!

It tries too hard to turn to something else: away.
Away and bottom still beyond the knot,
the creature climbs toward the light, 
the something.
Easy,
free,
her leap, an alchemy:
silver unto gold.

Sun shining.
Sea smiling,
crinkled all about.

Sad,
slow motion 
flight
of glints 
and droplets,
arcs,
returns,
displaces,
splashes;
gone, 
the yesses.

Million mile amnesia.
Buddha flashback:
a flash of tooth,
then placid lips close over any sign of youth . . .

. . . as if the fish had never been.
Gone?
-the fisher wonders:
gone?
gone forever?
Gone?

The line is limp
as if . . .
for all the years of it,
nothing at its other end.

A flash of recognition:
she leaps another time, 
not knowing if what held her holds.
Silver fish scales golden ladder
a sunbeam at a time,
and all the rungs of memory -
so slow,
breaks air an instant.

The line has held
and as she leaps, it claims her,
a thunder clap.
Arrested in her flight,
and broken,
she drops deadweight into the bucket sea-
fish to air to gold to water,
too bad.

Of the gold,
an afterglow centered in the thumb.
Did it happen?
Was she really there?
Was I?

Air turns to air once more, 
the fisherman to memory,
pig-a-back the job at hand,
because-
one slender monofilament insisting: no! 
Monofilamania,
and memory, another plastic,
refusing to let go.

Another time:
Kite,
my pretty lovely,
so flying and so softly spun,
you seemed the air to me.
So high and free,
so very near the sun,
my tears dissolve the earth’s connection.
The line my hands are holding:
to limit freedom at its height,
impossible without restraint-
the line between us,
  	subtle and so gossamer.
 		There, it glinted,
there! So very real.

Real . . .
The hook is realer.
Tangerine transfusion from the fastened lip,
transfuse dilution
bleeds unreckoned into the larger blue.
The sea - as wide as weakness -
sucks the strength without a hunger.
Tired, the hooked,
and tiring even more,
the line grows stronger, 
shortening toward the bobber boat.
I’ve got her, cries the fisherman,
orgasmic,
raping at dead weight,
dragging mystery toward the kitchen
-on his mind is steak.
Slaughter, separate from supper,
passion with a knife, 
the knife . . .


. . . the knife is ready
held tight between the skinless thumb,
and vendetta fingers -
five Sicilian brothers 
waiting for their sister to come home.

The other hand around the rod
is closing on the lover’s throat.
The rod’s erect,
the reel is angry.
Come, my dear, come, come.

She hears the music of the end,
the bowstring whine of gut
still lean and taut from her weight alone,
hears the rhythm of the reel
and tries to run once more
-provoking lust to snatch still harder-

but can’t . . .
. . . is free at last
of strength
surrendered with the last of blood:
quicksilver nearing zero-
and two dollars worth of ice.

Maiden fish,
(a virgin: never dead before)
betrayed and penetrated,
(it’s time now to give in, enjoy)
rests her weight upon the line,
sinks upward,
drowning,
unrebelling
toward the bottom of the boat.

The whore! I see her in the water!
She gave me quite a fight.

The captain, ready with the gaff,
the lover, in his rented swivel chair,
seize her from the water.
The maiden’s heartbeat
is faint and futile as a final cry of rape.
Her breath is fear, yet sounds like passion
at the very end.
Her swoon is now complete.

Her swain is prickled with his heat.
His blood pounds within his thumb.
He gloats,
is left alone with her.
He ponders . . .
. . . while he does,
she pales and sheds her rainbow.
Her eyes turn glassy from the air,
and death.
She’s turned to meat.

He lusts at memory for a moment,
then dries the little sweat
and goes forward for a beer,
and band aids.

The captain’s seen it all before,
surgically removes the hook
and tidies up the gear.
He and the mate carry her to the ice 
and lay her out within the cold.
The mate disinfects the deck
with sea water and a stiff brush.

Returning with his second beer,
a badge of gauze and Vaseline upon his thumb,
the lover is confused.
The deck, shipshape,
so bare 
of scales and blood
it all might not have happened.
Then there would be hope.

The mate calls him to the ice chest
for the viewing,
opens it . . 
I’ve lost her. There she is.

The smell . . . it must wash off !
Time to go home.
The sea is empty.
It is over.
Done.
My thumb!


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Moment to Reflect

Today I’m a lonely man living in a cold, cold world filled with indifferences and malice. As time marches on a harsh reality come to my mind, time is on no one’s sided, it is only given once and all must die and tomorrow is not guaranteed. This seems so mean because having no one to really love or so it seemed, I was just a lone no one was on my team.
I started to think and reminisce about the think in life that I missed. Tears appeared in my eyes and my heart skips a beat so I lay down and felled into a deep, deep sleep. Suddenly and to my surprise I was on a beach with soft sand underneath feet. The sky was so blue and the air smelled oh so sweet; it dawned on me that this was a place few have ever seen.
I walk down to the water and what did I see; the sea was strange so let me explain; it was made of crystal with a glow all of its own and the waves gave off a musical tone. As my mind adjusted to sounds and the sight I spied out another wonderful delight. There across the sea, a city brighter than the northern lights, oh what a beautiful sight.
I fell down to my knees overwhelmed by the glory that was before me. I thought that I had died and stepped to the other side. I knew what I was seeing before just could not be true, such beauty, it could not exist, not in my world, never like this. A melody that I have never heard before arose from the City across that crystal sea. It had to be played by Angels, the music was so, so sweet; that I felt a joy from my head to my feet and knew deep in my heart that was where I belong,
Just when I decided to dive in and swim to the other side, I heard a soft voice call out my name. I turned around to see who it was that called out my name. There He was this gentle looking Man with sadness in His eyes. He spoke to me and this is what He said; my son, my son you cannot dive in and swim to the other side. So I ask Him why I can’t swim to the other side, that’s easy for me, am going to try.  No, no, no it not for you it not your time was His only reply. I did not understand His reason but I felt His command and suddenly my feet was stuck in the sand, I cried out with hurt and pain in my voice; what lies on the other side, who are you and why can I not go on the other side?
This is the story that He told:
The city that you see beyond the crystal sea it belongs to me and it has streets that are paved in gold. Many mansions lining the roads and in each one there are treasure that are a wonder to behold. There is no hunger, sickness or death, life everlasting and there you can find rest, for all eternity you will be My guest.  Now I will answer your second question, my son, my son; I Am, who I Am! I came to earth a long time ago prepare The Way for all my children to come home. This is some that you should know, for it was written for all a long time ago and I am always with you in your times of needs you are never ever all alone. Last but not the least you ask me why; my son, my son it not your time. 
Seek and you will find, knock and the door will be open, and until you love Me, it will never be. Now go back and remember what you seen and what you have heard, because time grows short. Spread My words that My kingdom draws near, repent, repent and stop causing Me tears.
I suddenly opened my eyes and I was home in my bed and I start to cry. Never have I felt such joy and peace deep within. I went down on my knees and I ask the Lord Jesus to please come in and would you please forgive me of all of my sins, please live inside of me until the end. I sow the seeds and when the harvest comes you will know where it can from. Keep this in mind cause when it is time He will separate wheat from the weeds and set all of His children free.
(Warning, Warning)
The time is now, and do it before it to late! 
Time is on no one side.
Everyone want to go to heaven but no one want to die.
You do not have to worry if you have Jesus inside.
He there for the asking want you try
Do you want Him? He want you, it about free will and you must choose.
The Gift is free, Heaven are hell which will it be?
I hope that I have sowed a seed and it will grow, but it will only grow if you truly believe and have faith deep within your heart and soul.
Time waits for no one!
Faith is something sight unseen will you not set your spirit free? Is it so hard for you to believe that Jesus is the answer and all you need? The door is open want you please come in? Don’t you think it time to find that Kingdom that is way up high filled with riches up in the sky?
 


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The Sea and Me

The sea is always there for you and me to see
The sun is there too to warm our glee
The birds are happy with no worry
The flowers bloom their beauty
Though all for just temporary

So when the sea seems so harsh and unfriendly
When the sun eclipse is there for us to see
When the birds twit of no sound chirpy 
And flowers wither before they’re bloomy
Just keep them all in your memory
Blame neither the birds nor the sea
When they’re not sunny and flowery
But gloomy and even stormy   

Just blame me…
For not telling you 
To get ready.

(Andreas Akun, Dec. 5, 2010)


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The heart of Your sea

You pull me 
Through precipitation and perspiration 
I come to You

The swamps of my Saliva,
the marshes of my muscles,

You pull me
Through erosion and evaporation
I come to You

The stream of my spinal cord,
the meanders of my membranes,

You pull me, 
Through clamminess and condensation
I come to You

The pools of my plasma,
the basin of my bladder,

I come to You,
to the heart of Your sea.


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The Tidal Wave

The Tidal Wave

I saw a tidal wave come in,
Raging winds and fierce water
Rushed,
Took the houses, cars, trees,
Street signs, park benches,
Pictures of loved ones
(Poor baby Louie, 3 years old washed away)
And along with all the power
It tore my heart out of my cage
And swept it out to the 
Endless seas,
And the great white sharks
Have their way with my heart.

Now bleeding and dying,
Pain follows me,
And I close my eyes,
And wish it all to be done.
Pray for me, I want pain no more.
See tears fall from the corners of my eyes,
As I breathe in and feel no heartbeat.
And they all look at me,
Faces of nomads and they snicker
At me,
I hang my head and cry tears,
But the tears were washed
Away in the tidal wave,
So I sit there,
Eyes closed
And I sleep the night away.

-10/2/2013-


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Discovering the deep

A vast ocean
our churning seas
sit within Earth's bowl
containing historical treasures
within murky depths
Secrets settled
still to be unveiled
Precious cargo's price untold
not known if would offset
the cost of any rescue or revelation
Untold scenes priceless
hold enormous quantities of life
scarred by the touch and interference
of our modern world


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Day by Day

Day by day,
Night by night,
I sit and wonder,
About the world so bright.
Darkness lays,
Shadows glimmer,
Scents of the water,
Crawling up my nose.
Relaxation,
Paralizing my muscles.
The lost feeling,
Dashing overhead,
Upon my soul.
The flow of blood,
Running through my body.
The eternal love,
Glimpsing upon my mind.
Day by day,
Night by night,
Since when;
Did this world get so bright?


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BEACH WALK

On an early morning walk of coffee and salt
under a sullen sky filled with the tridents of wings,
I add my footprints beside a blowsy sea (praised be 
Poseidon,) that accepts the given of a northeast wind,
and the still mirror of a summer day.  This ocean's re-
chargeable, my one immutable constant, except for shifting
cobalt, soda bottle green, the edgy, unsettling gray 
of northeast storms.  She alone, resurrects the child in me--
the girl of full moon nights and open windows, the fledgling
woman alone in an old garage apartment in her 
hometown, where a carnelian sun set over fishing 
vessels and empty river-front packing plants.

I share my ocean with other insomniacs.  Runners pass, 
racing the sun to its zenith. Down the beach there is Yoga, 
and a contemplative in his lawn chair watches the hypnotic 
breakers form and reform with their zebra patterns, 
driven, as they are, to decorate the shoreline, to deposit 
spittle for scavenger sanderlings, chasing miniscule 
morsels.  The haughty gulls' absolute arrogance is skewered 
by their spindly legs, negotiated so nimbly, two
seem a single navigation.


Where are the donax when the waves roll back, hard-
wired to burrow their small shells in wet sand?  Are they
history, as in sea oats I may not pick, sand hills I may not 
climb, seines no longer dragged by neighborhood guys
bare-chested in waist deep surf to snare slippery supper. 
"Dommage"!  "Que lastima"!  All of the above.  As for myself,
I sail my colors high, no pity here--"Tout change, tout 
change, tout a' grandi'  like the sea urchin I once 
was, washing away the blemishes of being.


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The Process

I stand cold and sterile, almost medical
Like a cadavar or a mannequin 
A sea of moons eclipsing periodically
They look like beads, floating on a sea of plates
Why are people so white in a glare when naturally 
They're so dull and grey like so much ash?
Light is a liar. Light is deceptive. 
Under such a tide of it I must look virginal
I am stripped and sink into the sickness I feel welling deep within me

Like porcelein, I am naked
Surrounding myself with a case of words 
All of them written in my childish handwriting
Like some form of finger-painting made by lonesome lepers for the blind
Awaiting critique as I slowly drown

We do what we must do
And écorché ourselves in the process.


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Living Sea

 Her eyes gaze upward and witness
 The bluest sky of some she has seen,
 Issuing forth strength to her weakening soul,
 Pure, warm - a living sea;
 A towering terrain she plants her feet,
 A flowing stream to point her toward
 Realms beyond her simple child-like dreams.
 She captures a glimpse of sunlight’s smile,
 She sings a song of happiness,
 A faultless peace, a gift of love;
 Illumination creates merriment, and
 Dominates her soul,
 Disquiet and difficulty fade away,
 An age of joy will be her harbor,
 An age of love will keep her clothed,
 An age of rest will be her guest,
 Her spirit soars as sunlight washes ashore. 


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an ocean between the fire

fire in the ocean
burning, searing
hotter than the sun
but amongst the flame
inside the embers
a dark ocean
has waves taller
than the fires blaze,
the dark waters
hold oceans
hold inlets
hold seas
and in these waters
lie shadows
of the seize


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Our Divine Haven

This town was the place we used to call our haven 
You don’t remember which road we’ve driven on 
The stars were shining against your cherished soul 
You’re a part of my belongings 
You’re ascending above the ground 
The peace is still like hidden treasure – it’s bound to be found

I believe in you…I put my faith in you
After the miracles you’ve performed 
You don’t agree with what you truly are 
The sky is grieving 
You jump from puddle to puddle
You’re struggling to meet your destiny  
Even if your body is saturated in sweat
You must keep your head above the sea

Follow me and I’ll lead you to divine haven 
Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future
It’s tempting to just give up and turn around 
I could tell you've been stressing out 
But rest your head on my shoulders and let loose your strain on me  

Each melody is an exquisite sound that bounces into our ears
Commotion and strife will cease and your heart will be free
We’ll flee  together…despite the unwholesome weather 
The voyage has just begun…hold my hand and we’ll rise like the sun
Trust me…we will be strengthened and well-equipped before we take that road of victory  

Follow me and I’ll lead you to divine haven 
Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future
It’s tempting to just give up and turn around 
You’d rather be drifting away and never be seen again 
I wanna change your mind and erase your frown
Take your mind off of the distressful past
Let loose your strain on me  

Hey! I know you’re stronger than you realize
You’re not a failure – don’t be disheartened  
Don’t worry…you and I will earn our future prize 
This mess will clear up in a moment
Just stay by my side and never depart 
From the light… I promise that we’ll endure till the end
Just stay nearby and our hope won’t tear apart
We are willing to do anything to attain our wishes and delight  
Let’s take action and snatch our glory before our time is up 

Follow me and I’ll lead you to divine haven 
Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future
It’s tempting to just give up and turn around 
You've been trying to keep a steady pace 
But rest your head on my shoulders and let loose your strain on me

Let loose your stress on me…
Don’t be under pressure
Let me handle your anxiety…
Reach towards our divine haven
Do you need a helping hand? 

I wish you a carefree 
Future


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Fly Home, Little Angel

“Come fluttering words, come drifting to me...” A Rambling Poet

A gentle breeze brings me the soft smell
So familiar it calms my tear-filled eyes instantaneously.
I venture closer to the source.
Two ebony, round vases resting atop a sill.
The scent of the roses and carnations flit about me,
As they did about her so little ago.
Yet we have laid her softly
After she was slain
Into the moist, soft soil from which her scent derived.
Always like a butterfly did flora float about her.
So small, and pale, with mahogany hair
When we found her lay flared about her delicate head
Like the halo our Father gifted her.
For it came about in such a gentle flow
And jade eyes, calm as the sea
In which we found her
They sparkled like the sun dancing off the waves.
Her eyes were open, and matched the swirling surf.
The tears flow silver from my own emerald orbs
I peer into mucky puddles lying about 
And see her face in my own.
I bore her from my womb
Yet our Lord has called her home
To save her from the world's cruelty
An Angel to watch this land
I stopped to smell the flowers
Not rushing bust taking life in time
The wind blew by my ear
And I heard the whisper of a little Angel
“I love you, Mommy”

Erika Raiken
Contest: What is she thinking... - Constance La France ~A Rambling Poet~
7.27.2011


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Sea Turtle

Small, beautiful face stares up at me
When did you become so exquisitely you (so entirely other than me)?
I've spent my life consumed in myself
You, the rock in the background of my sorrow (listening, understanding, comforting)
The waves of my emotions and actions
Rolling off you
Leaving you the same (innocent, sweet, content).

Lie. 
What a lie.
Sailing through scenes of times that seem to float up from another lifetime
I realize that rock was alive--
The back of a sea turtle (head tucked inside)
Who felt every tear and cut
Who love and love and love
And grew

You are you (so fundamental and yet amazing)
With worries and dreams so unconnected to me
No longer my shadow
But always my sea turtle


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Poetry Groups and Aaron Jumpers

Red checkered carpet and mahogany wood dominate
Guinness, beer and wine stand politely 
Reflective 
The eclectic gathering of minds and smiles
Litter the room as left over christmas baubles 
While one voice swoons across the ceiling to fall on ravenous  ears

Smiles in therapy 
And memory slip over the rickety stiles of childhood
As eyes wide shut dance or skipping hypnotically 
As an exuberant uncontrollable child on a windy day 
Create their own beautiful masterpieces from the words lain for all to dream

A sigh
A scratch
A rustling peanut packet to distract
The odd glance searching the sea of eyes for recognition, acceptance, hope or a mere smile

Where aaron jumpers distract
Why do aaron jumpers make one think of catalogues, hearty meals and  most of all love
The love of huge warm arms swinging you around in adoration
Sheer exhilaration at really being in love
Why do aaron jumpers and 
A scottish poets words create 
Grey seas frothy cream licking the rocky skirt of the lighthouse 
Red and white solid safety which 
Perfectly beckons me


And the poem did that and the mind did follow joyously 
The words laid down by 
A man died two years ago
Why did he have to die 2010 just before i heard of him
And now i must search his words in past tense
And almost hero worship
The man from Edinburgh and the visions he gave me 
By the sea 

I shed one tear



-------------------------------------------------
Plz Note
This is about my visit tonight to a poetry group and how reading and your own imagination dance arm in arm.....
Every poets words are half the painting to be completed by the fresh eyes which read on...my theory anyway


My reaction to Edwin Morgan's beautiful write strawberries


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Drifting away thoughts

I stand there a moment alone
held in the grasp of time
as trees bare branches waving
Loosing their summer shades 
its a dark heavy cast morning  
winter's coldest clouds inside sighs 

Thoughts drifting away 
in a cool damp wind blowing softly
coming down one chilly breeze 
from the mountains whispering souls 
Memories of love and still the pretty birds they sing

Magic in grace so pure enchanting 
very beautiful spells a choir 
Their song together, echo in sweet melody
far away in the distance a crow caws 
mixing with the sound of a dog barking mad

Feelings in this world 
I breathe sighing lonely
listening to the gentle babble of the stream 
flowing faraway into a deep ocean 
as salt of a thousand tears


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Lost To The Sea

Shells stir and shift underfoot,
Crushed, fracturing like fine teacups
Turned brittle by the salt and sun.
You may well be anywhere,
Where the day doesn’t reach and
The waves my toes make can’t sing you to sleep,
But keep in mind always that
Everything we lose to the sea
Will be found, one day,
By another’s shore.


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sands

touching sands of time 
dancing galavanting
in the brain
a hermit crab
popping
his head out
from the sands

alone open arms
embracing the stars
searching
among'st them
a shining soul
embers crying out to
the beauty 
of it

bleeding underneath
holding in the sands
a key
building upwards
holding them out
sharing a dream

the castle 
begins to build
from out of the sand
sweeping in
from the ocean
as it swells
flowing gently out

to embrace you
softly 
yet 
beautiful



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Burning Sands

Blazing sun and burning sands,

laughing squeals of delight.

Glistening waters, crashing waves,

Beautiful partner, what a sight.


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Sailing

She misses the morning mist;
the deep, shadowed vista of valleys
hair flying
across her face like curtains

her papa at the helm of  ‘Atlanta’. 
passing plagues of flies
at the bridge where fishermen cleaned their catches

Each day like a page and once turned
no chance of ever re-tracing.


5/13/2013

For Russell Sivey’s  5 minute Challenge
Used the wordlist as a trigger and wrote for 5 mins.

Mist, helm, part, page, plaque, hair, traces, bridge, curtain, vista


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Desert Rose

Ask me where I hide
Where I conceal my thoughts 
And my darkest lies…
Ask me where I run to
When the moons are full
And there’s nothing more than the devil's grin…
Ask me what I’ve told you
During the latest hours 
Of the darkest morns…
If you would just ask…
I'd just tell you…

My thoughts…they lie beneath the deserts thorn
Under a rose I call my own
Where the crows go to dance
And where warriors throw their mighty lance.
Where the eagles die because of their pride
And where storms turn away, because they need to hide.
Under the thorn of the desert rose…
Where beauty is its game and destiny her thrown 
Alone with her silence of gusts and winds
Alone with her silence…of what could begin…

While the moons are full
I crawl in the devil's place...
Where the pools are dark
And reek of death 
Where nothing else can give in
Where I’m drenched in anger, hate and fear.
Swayed by the gusts of yesterday’s winds
Where trees are burnt covered in thorns of everyone’s sins.
Roses are bleached and covered with ash
Where no one travels against the sand…

Hear my words once again my friend…
I am nothing but living…
Without fear and with you my dear
See my world, hear and feel it…
It is nothing without you
My world turns to coal
My thoughts start to burn
Roses turn to ash
And all I can hear
Is the devil's laugh

*¿Oyes mis suspiros…?
Son para ti mi amor…*


*Oyes mis suspiros...son para ti mi amor*
*Do you hear my sighs...they are for you my love*


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Mindful of Minutes Unused

Footprints
       yet to be made
       undo a pristine winter shore.
Nothing for neap tide to make undone
       in a lorn quarter moon.
Do not dance me in shimmers off
       moonlit incoming wake.
My hands are empty and yours
      undrawn.
My feet are numb with tardy
and 
Time
has shown itself
      without pity.
Heartbeats are counted and written
in the Book.
Dear God, let them be mine.
Not yours.


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Disappear

Lazily settling on wandering currents
     bluing in moonshine
     of colored water changes
she sifts between layers
longing for things crystal and bright
     glitter for her hair
     great clouds of hair
swaying to the rhythm of
her descent
     deep
            darker
invisible.
               as though she never were


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Scything Shells

Flippers so languidly beat
As mates float in the deep
Coupling dreamily on a lazy tide

And when it is time
She shall lie
Upon a secret hollow

Known only to her
And the King of tides
To pledge her young before a setting sun

And when it is time
They will rise from a sandy womb
To begin their panic in search of the sea

Sculling and skittling they
Inch their shells
Scything sand at terror

From swooping gulls
And cranky crabs
To giant hands that hold no pity

Yet those that nose
The frothy sea first
Begin a quest that will ultimately test

These gentle souls
To the brink of damnation
Upon oceans deep
And yet we weep

And yet we weep…


Poetry Contest “Turtles”
Sponsored by Cyndi MacMillan
Aug 2014


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The Gods of Summer

I looked through all my words
and oh, how absurd
I couldn't find a single one
about Summertime!

The time of Amon and Ai is coming you know,
even though I have mixed feelings
about skin peelings
and heat to take a breath away.

Summertime is for children
to splash and run in bare feet.
In the fall/winter of my life
I creak about in bones
that welcome warmth but not heat.

Horae turns the seasons
(without my permission)
while in Spring I long to stay,
so I wait in awe of the god's decision
to roast me come what may.


               For John Heck's Summertime Contest


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Delight

Delight
Dancing and caroling
The smell of salty sea air and gingerbread
Hear the crash of the waves
Keeping the tempo to each Christmas classic
Light's strung from pavilion to pavilion
Casting a red and green glow across the soft sand
Evergreen Tree, taller then that of Whoville
We beneath, knowing we are God's gift
Smiles and happiness
The smell of salty sea air and gingerbread
Dancing and caroling
Delight
But the night end's early
For Santa's on his way...


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LISTENING TO THE PELICAN'S PLIGHT

What brought me to this sullen shore...
is not sheer curiousity at all,
but an equivocal question too hard to be answered
even by those whose minds are so cultured! 

Pelicans swarm the February's frigid sky over the bay...
like clumsy butterflies greeting a spring's day;
it's past sunrise, and all clouds catch on fire,
fleeting to the western sky to avoid the infernal dire!

I take a brisk walk adventuring in the gelid wind's blows...
as the agitated waves  indicate an imminent storm;
unafraid , I lean over the fortress's  stones with hands so cold,
to feel the vengefulness of a sea frightening all humans!

It's Saturday mid-morning, I hear a shrill filled with emotion, 
and a shivering pelican comes close to where I stand;
he doesn't want the crumbs in my generous hand,
but understanding and much more compassion!

If he could talk and tell of his plight so unspeakable...
I'd listen and make a promise for his survival...
where  once limpid waters rolled so brightly,
painted in gold by the solar glow, now they look too murky!      

Does he feel great animosity toward us...
we, who build and destroy, kill and terrorize?
And what made him turn to me  so fearlessly;
and will we, rulers of this earth, show hiim some mercy?      


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sparkling beauty

putting turf 
upon the fire
dancing flames
a sparkling jewel
holds inner vision
wearing the crown
soul touching soul
in warm thought

floating into 
the deepest ocean
petal soft
satin feelings
to give you 
a white rose 
kissed with
colour of beauty

white washed emotions
colour spiced feelings
floating butterflies 
dancing on breath
whispering breeze
beneath the surface
taking air 
in one breath

upon the ocean
rising waves
fall to your feet
floating touching souls
softly petals
like snowfall
melt within
ebbing around emotions
in your heart


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Denying creation

Insecurities reflect from every ray the sun has laid upon us,
I lye here in times of desperation
Hoping this hour passes me by without notice
Your aura surrounds me
Pulling me in closer
Toward the spark that might kill us all
Resisting my own
Nowhere to run
Your stare drags me down
Feet never touched level ground
Lies bounce off the wall I've built around me
You'll never reach the distance you plead
While you're standing in the midst of creation
Why can't you do something about it
Come closer, toward further away
My feet have never left your grounds
I'm sinking,slow down
It would take a hurricane to pull me from the ground
But I'd still be stuck in the eye of the darkest growing cloud
The ashes floating, past point of creation
Below the line of certainty, 
My heart continues to bleed further from this town
Like a raincloud caught in the eye of the storm
Like a feather flying from doubt
Please return my heart to me
Take me out to sea


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When the folds of my cloth collide with the firmament

I can see you in the corner of my eye
I will keep you here as long as you like
will you respond to my calling?
How will I know you are the one?

what are my intentions?
another path that leads to the house?
another house that is the same house
where the floor is torn away
where I can see the cars and other worlds go by

O
To hold you in this place
stars streaming in real time
I am longing for the dawn
of a sun I have never seen

we lived before the moon
remember the time spent in the sea?
under the crashing waves 
I can tell it is you

when can we talk together 
like I talk to this page?
will you find me, 
will I find you finding me?
in the basement, the attic , 
or on the wings of a great bird

I fly to you in my delirium
when my spirit hits my matter
when the folds of my cloth collide with the firmament

we will know


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The Clouds, The Sea and Me


Puffy Cotton

Parade by single file
Holding precious treasure inside
Carrying smells of flowers
Perfume for my hair

Oceanic Dreams

Shimmer sheen of azure
Waves that carry love
Undulating waves of passion
Salt spray in my face

Waves 

Moving waves set in time
Gliding o’er coral reef
I love to make them mine
Becoming one with the sea

Surf

Sitting on boards like ducks in a row
Waiting for just the right time
Paddle fast and make it glide
Taking off and gliding past
Turning hard into a wave
Kissing the wall caressing it’s face
Emotional thrill as it takes me along
I feel like a note in refrain of a song

Storms

Clouds and sea meet on vast horizon
Billowing sails turn dark with rain
Ocean painted in stormy surrender
Moods are violent and restless’
the sea is master today
clouds softly sweep it tenderly
the sun hides in shadows
waiting with expectancy

 Love
I am one with all, whether fair or stormy day
Surfing on the large sheets of shimmer
Glidng down the face of her waves
Wiping out in turbulent surrender
Surfacing to take in perfumed air
In all this I will remember
You are searching for me out there



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It makes me free

I love to see people draw art,
it makes me feel so apart,
from the world that keeps me away,
from what i want to be someday.
it makes me feel free.

To see the grass grow,
and the ocean flow,
and the kids throw a baseball on a hot summer day.
it makes me feel free.

To see teenager's help out,
and seeing kids play about,
to see people in a home,
Once poor and alone,
God made it to be no more.

Seeing men and wemon fighting in the war,
Watching kids take a tour for college,
hearing a chior soar.
seeing men and women come home frm the cold war,

Those things make me feel free!


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Hollywood Beach Gulls

       HOLLYWOOD BEACH GULLS
Regrettably the sun was setting low
on wings of gulls all red and fiery eyed
they plucked the popcorn from our waiting hand
as if we  had a dream to give to them
or sang a song they might have understood.

There in their shrilled descent they had such grace
my heart lept to an all time vibrant shrill
and wondered just how far their wings could fly
if only words of love could let us soar.

But words of love are only past regrets
of humping on the beach for me and you
after the gulls have found their nesting place
and making it on their own. Will I die
another death without the touch of you?

That bastard seagull. Wasn't he the shame
of Hollywood Beach that sunny afternoon
we met and we made love for real?
Not in St Johns
where I lived a mile from you
But in Hollywood Beach
where a drunk can be a drunk
but in goodf company
But we were just too drunk to remember,
like everyone else on the beach
all of us down from the great St Johns Blizzard,
doing what Canadians do best
staying drunk long enough to forget it all
when we got back home.
But in St Johns, we had the bitter cold as an excuse
for being drunk all of the time.

On Hollywood Beach, the gulls all knew
We didn't need an excuse,
we just did it.


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knowing is killing

The man who knew too much..
simply fell hush 
fell into the sea of turning lies and misery 
those crushing waves turn violent 
as the sea turn red and the sky sprayed violet

the world was never to know those tales the man long to tell
tales of lies 
tales to dark to tell
so the world fell into bliss
unaware of the darkness pouring in around them


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Midnight pearl

The ancient midnight pearl, 
governed by a obfuscated sea of mysteries.
Mid night pearl hermetically sealed,
in the tenebrous clams mouth. 
Midnight pearl,calmly laying on a bed of sand. 
Far below,dark below, but still gleaming.
Round.
Lustrous. 
Flawless. 
Brilliant. 
Distinctive. 
Inner glow. 
Precious sheen twinkling,
through nebulous water.
An untouched opalescent, smooth midnight pearl . Lost in dark. 
Tossed by waves and tangled in hands of sea weed. 
Waters controlled by her father,midnight moon. 
Ancient lustrous round midnight pearl. 
Swaying beneath aphotic waters, 
of her mothers abdomen,midnight waters.


By:Elliott bowe
Midnight Pearl Poetry Contest


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Green and Blue

Fish swam in blue waves of cotton candy
Carless gulps of salty ocean
Tails whipping through chocolate sea
Sweet as a rice crispy treat
Mindless beauties beneath the land
Squishy scales under quick sand
While dinosaurs chant for reincarnation
Butterflies flutter in several mazes
Carrying souls from eras beneath to
Timeless eras above to retreat


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The Blue Sea is Red

The blue sea is red
Full of the blood lost
The war that took over
Allowing those who died
To be remembered
The blue sea is red
After all those wars
Blood has shed
And now the blue sea is red
Allowing us to see
Our world is coming
Coming to an end
The blue sea is red
Full of the lost lives
The blue sea is red
Full of our remembrance


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Weather

The tropical season is here,
it returns every year.
The sun shining rays upon my skin,
and the sea is warm for me to swim.
The sky above is bright,
no rain for miles in sight.
The hot weather,
brings about beach heather.
Blowing scents in the wind.
Summer begins,
a change in the weather,
and people gather together,
along the shore.


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A Ride Down the Thousand Islands III

A kayak floats on the glassy water
through the maze that is the Thousand Islands. 
Water drips off the paddle as it rises in the clean air.
A breeze pushes the kayak through the labyrinth of islands.
No sign or sound of cars, buildings, or people.
It is a part of Florida that is still green.
Wild, the world as god meant it to be.
A stingray races by the boat towards an unknown destination

the kayak turns the corner of an island ever so slowly.
Tree branches hover over the water forming a canopy

low enough to stand and reach out,
to pluck a reluctant leaf from its home.
The crisp leaf crumbles as it is grasped.
A sweet smell emanates from the trees
replacing the smoky aroma of civilization.

No factories, pesticides, or overpopulation
Trees grow on their own giving off oxygen
Birds gathering without fear of things they can’t understand
Fish swim carefree no garbage floating in their way

The kayak paddles on, past the floating island and its canopy.
A juvenile little blue heron yells for its mate 
wading in the water three feet away.

The oar is placed across the bow 
the kayak drifts on in silence.
A brown behemoth emerges from the depths.
The sea cow basks in the sun 
close enough to reach out a hand and rub across its slimy skin.
Consider touching it, but hold back.

Man already destroyed everything he touched.
It is not for us to cause more damage.


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The Sun Rose Red

As Dawn cracks over the horizon
The small crescent moon takes a bow
Greeting her was a delight 
For she paints silver in his hair

The moon was hardly visible
Painted the same shade of blue
That the sky chose as a cloak 
On this morning of early dew

The cloak of blue had a trail of mist
That shrouded the hills and vales
A misty blue to silver gray 
That was light and very airy still

The birds enjoy the cloak
That fanned the air with damp
Cooling mist of the night
But soon the sun put on another

Cloak as she became much brighter
With her dress of brilliant red
That she wore to grace our summer's day
A cloak as colored as  poinsettias' tips

On a gray December day
This means that the sun
Will bring heat with her as hot as
A fiery oak wood coal

And the cool of the morn 
Will go as the summer's sun
Has bid us a warm hello
The moon with his silver hair

Disappearing into night
To another land so swiftly
Did he go to bring it a high tide
While ours will go very low

The sun rose cloaked in red
Bringing her heated stove
She will bake and cook some bread
Heating the south as across the sky goes


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Sea of Life

We swim in the sea of minutes, days and years.
Sometimes the sea is stormy and full of danger.
Sometimes it is calm and reflects beauty of serene sky.


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Lone Yellow flower

lone yellow flower 
waves in the open fields
bowing according to the tune 
among the sea of green; 
lone yellow flower has no one to blame
and it seeks none to praise 
for it knows all life comes in 
when the conditions are right; 
lone yellow flower knows 
death comes in like the wind; 
lone yellow flower 
is never alone
for it is a part of the expression
of the earth and time and the universe; 
lone yellow flower sees what is before and around
lone yellow flower observes what is within and about
and so lone yellow flower lives with no delusions
no beliefs of heaven and hell
fears none and does not live or die
to please or amuse or appease; 
and lone yellow flower
blossoms and shines
and shrivels and ceases
in harmony
with what actually is; 
lone yellow flower 
waves in the open fields
bowing according to the tune 
among the sea of green


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dragon boat

the sky upends
as we cut the lake
quick white strokes 
in the dark current

the flow of bodies
a single bright ripple

somewhere in the space
between the blade tip
and water, it occurs:

the mind releases
the rain falls

silver salt scales
bloom across 
our arms and backs

rising, falling
like the breath
of a dragon

coursing out
each jagged
exhalation

all returns to water

the dull roar
in the distant horizon
calls us home


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The Gathering

The Gathering
It started with the sun
casting colors on the sand,  sun
tanned brown	
pointing cowry shells – golden baked
	
An old seagull by the sea watches me collect
a gathering of shells to string around your neck 

There are feathers scattered
and I weave them between my collection
of earth and sea - softness and smiles
From God - to sea and sand - to bird - me
Our gathering - an Offering
As our little old bird watches by seaweed freshly brought
sharing in this joyful weaving  - for you.
Gathering too.




First published: Dual Coast


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Constant Keep

The swells are deep
and constant keep,
these walls of sea around me.
But now and then,
they'll lift me up
enough to see my boundary.

I never learned
to read the stars
the way that sailors do.
I see the moon,
the bright North Star,
and both the Dippers, too.

So never quit, constant sound,
the wind and waves are true.
And when I find a solid ground,
I'll know just what to do.


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Ol' Sea Snake's Carriage Ride

Ol' Sea Snake's Carriage Ride

Cobblestones wobble and rock the carriage, 
as I circle these streets with Blue Bits and 
Derby Boy on this vibrant morning.
 
With the sun on my back and  a salty gale brushing 
by, my spirits soar as I imagine what the day will bring.
 
People come from all over to tour this city, 
and soak up it's history and scenic views.
 
Why not climb aboard my carriage and take 
a brisk ride with me on this beautiful day?
 
As we trot through the historic district, I'll 
tell you some of our most scandalous folklores
and show you their shocking locations, 
like Copper Moon Ridge, where pirates once 
dressed as dames to steal their first good swig 
of America's finest moonshine.
It's still pretty darn good!
 
You'll see the towering cliff views of our granite 
lighthouse, whose menacing design has weathered 
decades of the ocean's pounding tides. 
 
We'll squeeze in time to feed the beached seals basking 
in the sun or catch a rare glimpse of  the orca whales 
playing in our bay.
 
 
If romance is your desire, I'll tool you around  in the moonlight,
to our brightest vistas that magnify the star's diamond twinkles.
 ...Perfect for capturing your lover's passion-heart.
I'll even take a long stroll, just to assure you of your privacy. 
 ...Gentleman's honor, I won't take a peek!
 
If it's fish and chips you seek, we'll head over to 
Smacky-Bud's Mackerel Shack for the tastiest fish around.
But I'll be up front with you, don't feed any to Derby n' Bits 
or it'll be a long ride back.
 
So jump aboard and take a ride with this Ol' Sea Snake,
while there's still time.
I'm not getting any younger!
 
You day-trippers spend too much of your weekly grind 
in your lackluster cars.
 
Come, sit back and unwind for a short time.
I'll sweep you back to the golden age of enchantment, 
when hearts would mysteriously merge on a slow-trotting 
carriage ride.  Memories like these could last you a lifetime!


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This maternal love

A calf swims close to his Maternal love, never leaving her sight. And she tells him he will never drift to far for her to find him again. But is soon carried away by a current too strong to resist. And now he drifts so sad and slow. He continues until he is found by new guardians and although they are kind, they can never replace the mother he has lost. He soon is of age were they can guide him no more. He then wanders into a vast and strange world he is unsure of. One that is full of such beauty ... yet one which is so very harsh. He often hears a beautiful voice not heard since the days of youth. But when he turns to look he sees only empty water, and the voice seems so distant. A day comes when he feels tired of swimming. He has given up all hope of his return to her. Then suddenly confused by what he hears, he turns to look back. Hearing songs of sorrow, and of love. he is filled with hope that he once thought was forever lost. So he follows until he sees a wonderfully familiar sight. Could it be, after all these years. Would he finally be together at last with the mother he had lost soo long ago. The calf swims closer ... closer ... closer. And as he draws nearer he sees her. But she doesn't Recognize him ... Until he calls out for her. At last she remembers, then he swims until they are reunited once more. Now they swim an ocean not alone but forever in one another's love.


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Love for Me

Love is the blue rainbow caught in a moonstone
Shining fragments caught in the light
Bursting out like an open heart bearing its soul
Each colour promising a new delight, a new adventure together
Only you can see it, only you can understand 

Love is the precious pearl
Worn by the Lady of the Sea in her eternal dance on the waves
Kept close and treasured, an intimacy of perfect joy
You are my shell, protecting and warming me from the cold ocean floor

Love is the depths of the emerald green sea
Rippled but calm, deep and sometimes dangerous
Crashing waves bringing excitement to the steady shore 
Always there, depths unknown and only sometimes glimpsed at

Love is the giant oak in the ancient forest
Each bump and wrinkle in the bark a shared story
Every branch and twig a new direction
Always joined and held together, rooted in the rich soil
Feeding it with new dreams and hopes
Love is the highest mountain
Exhilarating and fresh, ancient and reliable on the horizon
Steep but rewarding, and never boring
Every twist and turn in the path, every pebble you stand on
Leads you somewhere new
Together, the same goal insight, shared ideals and aspirations

Love is my world
All that is around me
All that is inside of me
The silver moon in the dark blue sky knows it
The sun riding on the clouds, waking the world up in the morning knows it
 Love opens up my senses to every drop of dew
To every shooting star, to every blade of grass and mossy glade
My joy feels brighter, my pain easier to bear
Love is my brand new day
My dark, silent night
Love for me, is you. 


 


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Come to the Ocean



Come to the ocean and breath deeply Taste the salty mist, hear the gulls cry See the whale spout far in the distance Touch the sand and let your tears fall Salt to salt, the earth will be patient For it knows you will return some day......


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September Shadows

As September shadows appear
All creatures prepare for winter days to come
No calendar to tell them of advancing time
They just know it was planned that way
One by one the leaves of crimson and gold
Of dying browns fall from maples, oaks upon the ground
A note of regret, a bit of melancholy enters hearts
At the first hint that summer is over
That winter's voice is soon to be heard
The shadows of September whisper
Final vows to the dying year
But seasons come and go, melting so noiselessly
Significant in their silences
One into the other
That our thoughts keep forward
There is a note of permanence in all the moves of nature
She goes on, mindful of man and all his dreams of spring awakening


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Barnacles on Bones

  Sirens call
       And tempests toss
      
        The Dutchman asks his due.

 Scythed by moonlight
        the dark crystal sea beckons
 To the romantic, the foolhardy
          The adventurous and unwise.
 
   The sea is a wicked lover
 Every seven years
           You’ll threaten her yoke
                   Tempted by the land
            

   But Lorelei will not be idle.
   Your song she will yet sing

sinewy seaweed snakes
round your limbs
pulling you

Under
Under
Under
 
As bubbles like drowned pearls
Leave your lips like a kiss


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The Stirring Sea


                   
                   
    The sea is
stirring,

Whisked by the winds
Climbing on like
giants
By each wave,
See how it
hurries by 

                   
                   
    The sea is
stirring,

Pawed by the sailors
Rushing on like
ghosts
With each wave
See how it pounds

                   
                   
   The sea is
stirring,

Black like the
thunderous gales
Cornered by full
hales
In each wave
Drowning into the
world

                   
                   
   The sea is
stirring,

Highly like rushing
fire
Kindled by the bare
earth in the abyss
Watching like still
eyes
Feel how it throbs

                   
                   
   The sea is
stirring,

Bursting like a
tattered melon
Swollen more under
pelts of rains
Rolling away,
rolling away
Sought by the
stylish firmament

                   
                   
   The sea is
stirring,

There is goes, there
it goes
Yearning for the
hues of half-golden
years   
‘Standing on the
shore.’
It’s not a secret
any longer
This tale will soon
form o'er,
Like the dry and
cold wind

I have yet to see

The stirring sea.


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Ocean view

It was not a night for work
the moon was at the full
high over the sea
erotic and disturbing
l could hear the gypsy singer in the tavern below
self assured as usual she had a slightly distant air about her !


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Unwritten poem of heart

When i'm looking to the sea
Its like I see your eyes behind 
the waves which dissapear
in a moment of a regret. 
And  it never returns back
are losted forever in the deepest sea
with the unwritten poem of heart.      

The waves seems to understanding the pain
hidden it on the sea.
No trace of hope
on the unknown sea,
the silent before storm.
 The waves of time 
will wear the sad poem of heart
beyond destiny.

 After time when i'm listening the farytale of sea
remains just the regret
To never see on the mirror of sea your eyes
because they are look at me
from a magic land,
From heaven,
they are becoming a cold star 
in the infinity of night.
                                 


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Sailor's Warning- 5

-For the broken sailor-

Alone:
ship's tattered,
sail's worn,
how I'm torn.
Stolen
was the sea from
the boat.
Immovable 
is the boat
from this spot.
How hurt I remain.


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when the crystals of time dance

...There is a moment when the crystals of time dance with time 
Frothing tide pools diminutive wink 
Soldier helpless door closes on thin twine 
Night sea ease 
Night Sea 
Ease 
Night Sea


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Aftermath

Beneath the weight of that 
Decisive 
Moment, 
your mind rifles for a memory of me. 

... a waltzing illusion 
of whispered lashes upon 
tear-stained cheeks. 
Slippery images of half grins 
and muddied promises 
left outside the door to find their own way. 

I’ve met untempered currents 
that dragged you beneath 
monochromatic layers 
of near death. 

I’ve raged against the forces 
that checked your wings, 
the pale blue of your gaze 
adrift on low tide 
that missed the shadow of me 
loving you. 

I hear your voice still, in words 
left for me. 
Alone. 
And I hear time abysmal. 
And time rules our worlds. 

So I wait. 


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when that ocean was cut into five

as the waters split into pieces
and the land formed itself
the day went longer than
than the sky, and deeper
than the sea
its form was
shaped it broke
F R E E
escaped 
as it fell lower
than the sea floor
but higher
than even the sky
the ocean was split
into five.


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A Ride Down the Thousand Islands I

A kayak floats in lazy elegance
through the vastness of the Thousand Islands. 
Water drips off its paddle as it rises in the air.
A breeze pushes the kayak through the maze.
No sign or sound of cars, buildings, or people.
The world as god meant it to be.
A stingray races by at amazing speed
the kayak turns the corner in a graceful manner.
Branches stretch over the water forming a canopy
low enough to stand and reach out
pluck a reluctant leaf from its home.
The crisp leaf crumbles as it is grasped.
A sweet smell replaces the smoky aroma of civilization.
Paddling on, past the floating island and its canopy.
A juvenile little blue heron yells for its mate 
wading in the water three feet away.
The vast serene painting of a world absorbs 
stress and with great speed throws it away.
The oar is placed across the bow 
the kayak drifts on in silence.
A brown behemoth emerges from the depths.
The sea cow basks in the sun 
close enough to reach rub across its slimy skin.
Consider touching it, but hold back.
Man already destroyed everything he touched.
It is not for us to cause more damage.


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Anemones and shells my childhood

As I recall my past, it was a sea kissed life
summers spent roaming the Rabbit Burrows
cradled by dunes, beyond Tramore strand
towels stretched out on Woodstown beach
soft powdered sand, surrounded by forest
adventures in the Saleens, daring quicksand
of swimming with dad, high jumping waves
falling, laughing in great gulps of salt water
free and fearless, in our bare bronzed years


It was a sea salted life of wave-washed castles
of tide pools, alive with translucent shrimps
carmine anemones sucked tight to the rocks
periwinkles, hermit crabs, a world of shells
baby pink crabs moving sideways over stone
textured algae, salted, crisping in the heat
our faces stinging with sand and hot sunshine
we spent hours with nets, exploring the pools


After months and years of living near the sea
the landscape became an essential part of me.
I saw fuchsia ballerinas pirouette the breeze
sea pinks, grassy rosettes swaying on cliff tops
rocket, tiny lilac petals with succulent leaves
valerian, a candy floss pink, sweetly scented
We picked them and pressed them into books


I recall my child’s life with a skipping heart
when summers seemed to shine eternal
The rock pools taught us to treasure nature
togetherness bred a strong sense of self
a respect for the sea, the taste of freedom
when I open a book, I often find a flower
and shells -  this child is forever combing


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Look To The Sea

With waves crashing to my feet repeat in timeless cavity;

Stranded through its idle pull in our ellaborate flames...
Shallow pools in its left over residue plain yet what to do?
Still,
Look to the sea...

Onto a far off distance after she would marry me
Let all evil now flee,
The turning of the dial in its exquisite source
Look to the sea,

A waves tumbling then what to believe
A grand fulfillment in what to achieve;
In long lines we will find,
A tollerance for truth yet one drop of a dime

In time we can come to a reason for while we are alive?
Look to the sea a reason to believe,
What have we achieved?

Our fallen economy collapsed at its seams!
Scream
Through the notion of laughter a tear drop fell
Amidst the excursion an inner swell

We look deep through the pyramids amidst its timeless cavity...
Look to the sea lest I refrain amidst a traverse glue hero's are game
A line drawn in the sand,
When will we ever understand?


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Orchestra of the Sea

I stand on the beach in silence
Listening to the steady beat 
Of the waves
Rolling and splashing
And covering my feet
Listen very closely
Can you hear that sound?
Of the music in the waters 
Of the magic that I've found
The dolphins play the piano
The seahorses blow their horn
And with the salty spray as symbols
A symphony is born
Jellyfish strum the strings of guitar
Anemones play the oboe
And the delicate five-pointed starfish
Plays the piccolo
Use your imagination
Think way outside the box 
Think of seaweed dancing wildly
Underneath the ocean rocks
I try to tell everybody
But no one can really see
The music in the waters
The orchestra of the sea


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The Child is Heaven

You came, masquerade in woman. You were a spirit
adjacent to God and the angel 
spilled from projection below my waistline.
But beyond these four walls call home
You walked the boorish sidewalks. I found you
in comfortable wardrobe. 
Your hieroglyphics are seen 
in grottos filled with bat droppings.
Who are you behind the woman I found 
in Freeport August wind? Your hair, alive
like curtains in the draft, motioned to me. 
For three slow years
we walked the sea front, fronting;
we kissed. Your tongue in my mouth,
in public places (before the huge sea cows) 
painting cartouche in a new cave. 
I turn from mother and father, like I did Jesus.
They could read you like the big black Bible.
I missed you … on wintry days. The furnace
was warmhearted and we rubbed our hands
together. Hands will do anything 
to rouse a feeling,
like masturbation 
and tickling a dirty armpit for a giggle. 
We were living a sex life, outside of other senses. 
I never cover my mouth; you were everywhere – 
the men’s room, the men’s night outs, rum bars, 
and in the cemetery; on that flat grave.
Now when I see them … 
my words cut my tongue off 
and my lips are stitched together with shame.
My heart was damaged, the intercourse gone,
but the home is unbroken. The child is heaven.


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ALASKAN FRIENDSHIP OF WINTER

                                   Alaskan Friendship of Winter         
                                               
                                               winter brief
                                         my golden moments
                                     vibrate in your darkest hours
                                           as our fingertips
                                entwine, to ride the rollicking
                                        hellbent Bering Straits


Written for my dear Euro friend, Ellie Daphne
V Anderson-Throop 2013


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Message in a Bottle

Alas, the mere depths of this flood have not out worn me
Neither gulped me, nor shattered me
Swallowed all hesitation and fret,
Delivering me to the sanctuary of the shore
Nevertheless, I look upon my antiquity with epiphany
Solitude, I breathe abandonment
Surrounded, Poseidon's dominion in its resilience
Still I persist with a purpose, carried in sapphire arms
Yet I rest weakly in them, so effortlessly
Will this clock not reap the hour?
Why, of course it cannot, for time is immortal and I feed on it ravenously
And risk is of multitude in this vast dungeon of aqua blue
But I will carry on, ignoring the factors which weigh my progress
Afloat, amongst these liquid dreams
Terrors of the darkness only exist in the lower abyss
Find me reaching for the heights,
The light is nearing, sparkles on the surface
Cracked grin, peering with perfection upon me
As I break through the boundaries of the marine
Paper wings unfolding, messages unwinding
Slithering secrets between these creases, unto you
Hope is in the distance, and distance is abundant.


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Healing

Rain comes, bringing with it buried memories, 
as I listen to the crack of thunder.
Drops fall on my face while I wait out the storm 
and let the pounding of the surf drown out my thoughts.
Afterward, I remain, as mist rises to cover the passage of time,
healing wounds.
All that was stolen slowly returns, and I take control once more,
letting troubles float away on a wild ocean breeze.
I turn to you and offer my chilly hands, and return your bright smile,
as we move forward to our future.


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Who Will Love The Calla Lily

Alas, I beseech you, Rose. How many have fallen to your elegant beauty? The curves of every petal, red as a ripe cherry, have called so many.

Next to the rose, who can love the Calla Lily? I am only a simple flower, beautiful, perhaps, only for that simplicity. My curves are not as elegant as yours, my whiteness not as royal as your red. I am not thought of for birthdays, or even to leave as gifts on graves to the dead.


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Watery Coffin

I look into my child’s eyes
Brown pools of innocence
And I see my reflection
A silhouette of heartbreak
I want to go back in time
I want to hold her tighter
I need to tell her I love her
And I’ll never let her go

But I did that fateful day
Repeatedly I screamed her name
My movements were slow
Everyone else was frozen in time
The water felt like quicksand
My enemy in my time of need
Waves crashing, distancing me
With each fall, they laugh at me

Another soul they are about to steal
Adding to their marine collection
My cries, fearful, they go unheard
The seagulls fly past, mocking me
I keep running in slow motion
Like I’m sloshing through molasses
The unbearable pain in my chest
My heart gone by ocean’s erosion

The salt fills my lungs, burning with fire
Panicking in despair, I see her body
Downturned, arms outstretched
Flying with the ones that took her from me
I beg her to breathe, I demand that she listens
I call her name in frustration
But she never responds to me
Her silence torments my ears

I hold her in my tight embrace
I tell her I love her…baby, I love you
I want to see her smile at me
I try to rewind time but it refuses
The twinkle in her eyes, darkened by death,
Reflects overwhelming heartbreak
A paralyzing sadness turned into numbness
The water took two lives that day.


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Sea Of Pretties

When I look at him,
It's like the warmest of summer days 
with the harshness of winter.
He's plastic, it seems.

He's like an immortal,
free of all mortal blemish 
behind his gleaming screen
or the camera lens.

I wish to be closer, I feel it in my bones,
But the sea parts us 
Unmercifully.
The damned natural barrier.

But when he sees me, he sees the gorgeous picture,
Oh, blasted lucky picture that graces my image.
The photo that looks nothing like me.
The charming picture.

I look thin and beautiful.
The typical man's idea of beauty.
The one that shows me with daring rebellion,
But portrays what I see as vulnerability.

So if he sees me, he won't know me.
I'll just be a passing body in the crowd.
Another sillhouette
in the sea of Pretties.


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Abalone Song

Abalone Song

The ocean tossed an empty shell, A swirled coil of pearly emptiness glowing softly on the shifting sand. What creatures lived and loved--secured deep inside the silky walls of abalone? What torrent tore the creature's heart and ripped it from its shell to die alone? Or did it simply crawl away Unseen, abandoned. Does it live somewhere else Without a home? The ocean left a hollow song, A sadness rolling soft and low For those who choose to hear. I hold the shell against my ear And feel the somber tone--a moan that fills the emptied abalone-- Not a cry of creature--moved on, outgrown-- But empty echos carried on the sea, Anguished groans of souls whose hearts have been disowned. I hear the broken tears of one I know Who night by night must weep alone. I hold his hungry spirit in the empty shell And wish it were his hand I held. I struggle to caress his heart with words Knowing that the meager offering of my pen Will never fill the empty chamber; Perhaps a lighter note will soften The somber tones of the Abalone A note that says you have a friend a quiet one with a willing pen Who understands and cares.


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Dreamy Sea

Blue green beach
nature's sweet symphony
sand dollars thrown like roses on stage
the eyes of the audience in a captive trance
always a unanimous standing ovation
each mouth slightly parted and in awe
as the curtain sets on a
Dreamy Sea.


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tides are risen from tears of love

when oceans rise beyond
the beaches, and 
it seems like the 
sky is leaking
water that fills 
the sea
above its very limits
and when those
tears stop falling
from the sky
where they fell 
the only place
that is the waters
edge is the mountain
that you land on.


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Suffolk dawn

Desolate sea
between steel sky and dusky shore.
A sinister mist creeps in,
adds to the grey gloom.
Flat calm.
		Stillness.
			     Complete silence.

A seabird cries.
Shingle-rippling wavelets, bubble and make reply.
The gull continues his mournful song
evoking sea-lost souls. 
Waves,
	    now churning time-worn pebbles,
advance,
     inexorably –
a soulful seascape in shades of grey.

Others take up the seabird’s reveille.
Ghostly forms
			float intangibly
						on the morning mist.

Golden light, gathers on the horizon –
slow, diffuse at first, later, laser-like,
bright rays burn off the vapours.
Then,
	suddenly,
			in splendour,
						the Sun appears.


3 January 2014


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Hallucination Heartbreak

Tip, tap,
toes rowing
across the blue
surface of the sea-
breezes play with my hair,
tangly messes of blond rope
form for the salty air to climb-
Sun shining bright on his throne of Noon
[The moon in her brig, in chains, wrought with stars]
My skin, dry with erosion from
wind blowing to my white gown; Sails-
In blue hallucinations,
In southwest oceans,
I come to you,
I see you,
In dreams.


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SANDCASTLES BY THE SEASHORE

The silky sands and the setting sun,
The gentle breeze, its caressing touch,
The frothing waves, crashing tirelessly on the shore
The gurgling waters, rushing and ebbing,
The air filled with its misty fragrance, 
The humming birds flying through the horizon,
The sky ablaze with vibrant hues of the dusk,
Some sea-shells and washed out starfish 
Sprinkled here and there....
Armed with colorful spades and buckets
Set-out two gleeful faces and two pairs of twinkling eyes
Its Sunday, its funday and its a frolic day!
Out at the sea shore, with indulging mom-dad
Bare feet and tiny little hands, happily building royal castles in sand!!





Yesha Shah
8th May 2012


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My Fate in the Sea

I watched the sea as it grew dark, 
the light it shined but not too dark, 
fading from the clandestine spots, 
I see the sea just fall apart. 

What makes it grow or even die, 
this endless piece just takes my eyes, 
I can not escape the growing fate, 
the holding cell's about to break.


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THE SAILOR'S RETURN

                                            THE SAILOR'S RETURN     

                                 Stalwart he is on the galley’s deck
                                        One foot propped reposed--
                                        Wind dancing through his wild hair red
                                 Lingering are we on distant bare rocked shore 
                                      his long horizon gaze flickers 
                                       over us and past
                                Across the water echoes a foreign song
                                      Lilting and delightful
                                      Skipping atop the water

                                 Has he come back to you
                                 Or
                                 Behind the kegs of ale
                                 Is there a soft one waiting--
                                 Eager for the warming of his bed


Victoria Anderson-Throop ©
12/ 15/2012


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Les Mers

Ne m'oublies pas,
Ne me quitte pas,
Et je t'aimerai
Jusqu'à ce que les mers disparaissent.

Do not forget me,
Do not leave me,
And I will love you
Until the seas disappear.


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Shells from the sea

To center a poem use the center tag:
Empty. On the shore. Time. Nothing more. The decider. Reminder. How fragile. You and me. Shells. From the sea.


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Navel Longings

The heat weighs the air down.. down...
 it say shoosh~ it seemed to steam 
as it wafted from white sand to damp the blue skies.
Long green frond's stir the scene mint in a julep glass.  
Quiet invades each opened pore at high noon
as the froth of salt foam caresses toes
and hollows the sand beneath 
somnambulant sun worshipers.
Gulls circle in silence
as beads of sweat roll from forehead
between the mounds of Aphrodite...
into the navel of longing.



*Woman God's gift to man


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Sailing

Teeter tottered between dock and boat 
Boarded with a box of supplies 
Security and radio check completed
Sounds of people chattering, horns beeping, and seagulls squawking
Sailboat untied 
Drifted away from mooring
Engine engaged
Stern exchanged for bow and headed for horizon
Navigated through channel markers and out into open water
Engine killed and sail hoisted up mast
Sound of water lapping against boat
Sailboat bobbed and turned like a piece of driftwood on the ocean
Light reflected off of metallic objects on boat and turquoise water 
Fully furled sails captured the wind
Boat lurched forward and sideways
White knuckle grip on silver plated wheel
Capsize averted by keel
Headed to skyline under captains command
White capping waves and powder-puff clouds seen to the limits of vision 
Visibility clear for miles in every direction
Sounds of wind whipping sail and water rushing against boat
Loss of time
Distracted by enchantment
Coast line disappeared 
Gripped with panic
Fear of the unknown 
Swaying between civilization and solitude 
Control regained with self-rationalization
Warmth of sun felt on face
Mesmerized by the sun painting on a canvas of light blue and aqua
Dropped sail and anchor on leeward side of a small island
Snow white sand and coconut trees swaying in the breeze
Dined with silence and serenity
Dolphins played at dusk
Moon rise with waves breaking reflection
Diamonds of heaven sparkling and some falling into the ocean
Gently rocked to sleep by calm dark water


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Somebody Loves Me

Produced 50 yrs ago
My master Pravin Pant Sr.
Felt it was time for my Just Born coop to grow
So he introduced me to some other chicks
Bunnies bats cats pumpkins and
Even thought of placing some lucky stars
In for the heck of it what a day of cellabration
Now he has flipped his lid once again and took a few friends back
Had turned them into lip balms but I don't mind
For they will stay forever fresh on my lips as I speak of them
I been dropped off buildings had been steam rolled over
And each time I bounced back with zest
So please come rescue us from this crazy farmer
Place me in a warm basket or cake or even a dressed table 
For I m just a little peep looking for somebody to love



To The Peep 
In All Of Us    LOL


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Soaring by the Sea part 1

Returned to the coast of the 
mind, the tide of energy 
wetness, rising in and out 
we sat on the park 
bench, the sun rays a warm 
blanket upon skin 
cracked out galling gulls 
stared wide-eyed, beaks
gaping chasm of nature 

Allen, oh Allen! Oh Ginsberg!
how you inspired me 
the night wind of anticipation
enveloped my steps and 
dreams the day before 

Crowd surfing canvas 
of multi-colored ethnicity 
painted city steps I walked 
from the Cafe of Sorrows 
to the Mecca of bookstores 
donning myself with HOWL 
this and HOWL that
read HOWL, lived HOWL 
saw HOWL on the 
nights plutonium screen 
theater as narrow as the cave 
that births the mind 
births us all
I saw you Allen 
OH Allen!
OH Ginsberg!
read of you and saw 
myself, my life, my 
friends and then knew
knew what?
knew hope

The next day with the 
gulls and a great 
friend, a brother 
           a comrade 
I sat with you 
Oh Allen and your tome 
of poetry, a Bible 
of poetic expression
           and
                  gay liberation 

we descended upon the shore amongst  rocks 
and wetness, the past 
lives in this place 
the markings of teens 
long remembered etched 
into the rock face 
surfaces of our minds 
looking back at the 
shore seeing the true
perception of life and 
seeing how small it 
was then the last time 
I was there a 
decade ago 
moving to the rhythm of the sea 
how time truly does soar
clouds of reality 

after taking the path 
I took in youth 
now an adult 
friend grasping my 
hand to guide me 
upward, arms slung 
over each other 
platonic embrace 
sitting again 
I pick you up 
Allen and read 
of past tender love 
and poetic intercourse 
OH Allen!
OH Neal Cassady!
the fireworks 
of my mind lit 
up the night sky 
of my cranium, my 
skull was cleared 
of all the past mistakes 
regrets and sadness 
the ability to see
the path now shown 
by you 
Oh Allen!
reading your words of 
tenderness and loving 
being at this place by 
the sea 
and with a friend 
I feel I have 
known since time 
primordial when our 
souls were yet 
clay 
I cried 
Oh Allen!
I cried for the 
permission, the chance 
the gift to let 
it go 
Bring down the 
Wall
Pink
break down the dam 
of separation 
unite with feeling 
and release it
toss it onto the 
ever present 
sea 
sow the seeds 
and let the 
good times grow


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Who Is Rarer Than He

By heaven, who is rarer than he?
A ray of light thus catching my eye in one fibre of strand
To the ends of the earth, who is rarer than he? 
A mountain of solid rock towering over my weak, shifting sand
Of all things beautiful, who is rarer than he?
Though tempests’ ardent force may kill, or brackish ocean breeze may dance with trees
Still the question ensues like fire: who is rarer than he?
No power on earth, not one rational enmity can answer me

Who is rarer than he?
Who is rarer than he?
Leaving me questioning constantly and overturning my imagination
Who is rarer than he?
Tell me, what being on earth can leave me with this scorching sensation? 
Who is rarer than he?
Is he merely a crafted dream, a frivolous hallucination? 
Who is rarer than he?
Tis the Lord almighty, who fashioned him with gold and celestial animation
Who is rarer than He?

God, please forgive me 
Tell me he’s just a dream…


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Tide

Gemstones on a shoreline
maladjusted to the saltiness of fallen tears
basted in the din of sunbeam atoms colliding
the neap, a resting time from mortal waveforms
towed beneath the sanded plasma of sinking unblown glass
a final lash, a glinting sorrow, an eternal goodbye
so many facets unturned, a reminder of the emptiness
no shimmer on the barren plains of shore, a reflection
of the once and final aortic beat


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neptune continues

July saw you drinking mimosas
underneath a tree that wept shadows.
You were never one for cloudless days
by the sea. Silver wax over golden dust.
You are beginning to realize
blue might be the loneliest colour
when caught without the sun. 

Yet only the ocean can speak of love in any tense. 
Look at how it creates and destroys
at the same time. 
Look at how 
it carries on.


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Autumns Expectation

Eggs whites strew across the evening sky, anticipating rain

Brown fluff interspersed with white, folding across the horizon

Hints of orange ribbon bleeding through the gaps of blue

Grey smudged along the edges, like a painter's afterthought


Cool breeze caressing my hair like a lover

Finger combing it off my shoulder to expose my neck

Leprechauns leap beneath leaves dancing across my path

Faerie torches speckling darkness like dots before my eyes


I walk in solitude drinking in the smells of autumn

Fall approaches me like a forgotten friend

First hints of raindrops kiss my eyelids

I raise my face gladly welcoming her bequest


Summer is put to bed; contained deep within earth's bosom

Nestled inside the heartbeat of yesterdays blessings

Tomorrow is soon enough to wear my mittens

Today I want to dance freely to the melody of change


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Pining Island

far from the ground
a sun faced sea shines on me
no trouble i see but a sail with no wind
to catch no worry in the air
should i swim so long and tire arms
and reach the golden glaze ahead 
on islands set down to catch a glimpse 
of flocking beasts and friendly herds


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The Merchant Ship

Deep ocean of azure blue

Overhead seagulls circling flew

In constant motion, heaving sides

The old merchant ship upon it rides

Rust scorched it's barnacled coat

Salt encrusted railings forever afloat

On the horizon's sinking sun's amber glow

Beckons enticingly along the flow

New moon appearing from out of the west

Silvery waves splintering against foamy crest


Figures emerging from the hold below

Peering skywards at the star studded show

Then into action to each their appointed task

Some heaving ropes, others mounting the mast

All working together to achieve one aim

To secure the sails aloft the bounteous main


A rumble of thunder and a flash lightening sound

Mountainous waves gather pace all around

Working in unison the crew now complete

All tasks meritorious as a well drilled fleet

A shout from the Captain, as the thunder roars

Urgently gesticulating "secure the oars"

Rain clashing as in sword play 

Freeze drench they stand

As they see the top sail rend


Now all secured they disappear down

Below decks they ruminate

All worrying, no sound

Then vocal in assumptions from mate to mate

Until the Captain shouts "Silence no need for this din,

I shall calculate our bearings, now where to begin?"

Spreading out his charts he clears cups for a space

Each man concentrating, deep intent on each face

"Look Captain", one points "there's the Cape of Good Hope

enough time to manoeuvre and with luck stay afloat"


The temperature plummets and the crew mill around

No warmth except mittens and blankets draped around

The storm is abating and two bells is called

As each man takes turn to pump until hauled

Buckets of water overboard they keep on

Clearing sea water over gunnels, until all is gone


Ship breaking water all in it's wake

No matter the weather only headway to make

Dolphins leaping and diving below

Thoughts turn to seamen of long ago

Royal Navy Standards, a jolly jack tar

Plotting each course by the Northern Star

Pirate vessels hoisting their skull and crossbones

Biting winds moaning and pelting hailstones

Sailing ships with elaborate sails

Above the wind, sailors hearty hales

Anchorage sought and a comfortable berth

Homeward port reached and feet on the earth.


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Terminus of Tears

The fifth bell hasn't rang since I can't remember when. 

The sorrowful life 
is endless.
It goes and it goes and it goes. 
Like oceans of sweat pouring from spheres of golden blue. 

Behind those I hide. 
They forgot me as easily as building a statue around a black bell. 

The fifth bell hasn't rang since I can't remember when. 

They forgot me as easily as pulling a veil over eyes. 
It's not even opaque. 
I bet I forget just as easily. 
I bet I can. 

As simply as the tide turns and turns and fades into vanishing dribbles and the dry, dry desert sand. 

The fifth bell hasn't rang since I can't remember when.


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Seashell Song

I've been stealing secrets
from this little conch
I nabbed from the sea
and sometimes
she whispers songs to me

Last night her melody
was full of sorrow
and the verses 
just yearned to go home
where creatures were familiar
until my grubby hands came along

Oh, they could not resist temptation
her spirit was so pretty
beneath all those pounds of water
so greed denied Shelly's freedom
and took that shiny gem away
now regret floods my pen
with so many I'm sorries
as I listen to another oceanic song 


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Tempestuous Love

 


There is a calm across the waters,
The sky tis sullen and laden,
As the heavens pail with discolour.
The sea bestills with anticipation,
Birds fleeing , seeking, haven.
A silence begins to fall, as the tempest, draws near.
Clouds begin to stir , as a shuffling rumble is heard .
A gentle zephyr lulls across the the sea,
Tis the beginning.
Slowly it draws nearer,
Ominously approaching, eddying, waiting,
With eerie intent.
A crackling whip is heard, the heavens explode with light,
A cacophonic symphony begins, all is ablaze ,
A myriad of sight and sounds,
Seas boiling, afroth,
Whipped unmercilessly , by hellish gales,
Bolts of unearthly radiance, flash and eminate the sky.
Sheets , and torrents, plummet down ,
In violent cascades,
Blinding , soaking  in its fury.
I watch as nature releases its harness,
Unleashing the elemental forces.
Here I stand , alone the shore ,
Awed , in reverie, of such a power.

Yet ever , as always , the storm abates,
The rains begin to ease,
The winds , soften, clouds , drift away.
The sunshine , returns ,
Birds , begin to sing ,the sea gently, waves.
 I  am left , with , a longing, and a joy, 
Of such wonders,
That I shall come again , to these shores ,
And watch the storms ,
 Next time , hell ,unchains the shackles ,
To her door.   

Clement Hardy.


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By the lily pond

How beautiful it was when the sun shone
And I walked with you,my dear husband, through the gardens.
How happy I was to sit with you by the lake
and to hear the water from the fountain splash.
It's our our favourite music now we cannot visit the sea
To hear the tide rush in,then fall sucking on the shingley beach.
But I see it in my minds eye.
Aldeburgh,the fishing boats go out at sunrise.
I awoke early and saw the sun across the sea
and the boats setting out in the soft light.
Dunwich,the heath filled with birds
the cliff and the beach where sometimes one can find marble
from one of the many churches washed away by the encroaching sea.
And Southwold,the marsh so quiet I heard crickets.
We went across the Blyth in the rowing boat
And saw the place from which our picture of Walberswick was painted...
If only life could be captured,slowed, for a few minutes
for us to receive the beauty and hear the sound of the sea
The everlasting music of the heart


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Little Refuge

Little girl goes down to the water.
Little girl climbs up the hill.
Little girl wanders in the woods.
Little girl collects little things.

Creatures and curiosities.

Puts them in her pockets.

Skipping and running and playing at hunting.

Now and then she stops, and rests.

Her every heartbeat,
her every breath,
conspires with the fragrant moist air,
the rocks and the trees,
to forget her home.

There she waits before the sunset.

She waits as long as she can.

Oh, how precious is this place.

Her refuge.

To the sea and the hills. . .
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.


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Sea Sick

I stand (almost)
One hundred ten pounds
Soaking wet.

Round up numbers
(In the same manner cobras unfold their hood;
How Monarchs, unroyal to a fault,
Bear their false eyes like liver spots)
And reject medical doctors' idiosyncratic philosophies

Repeating: the body, it is ninety percent water,
Repeating: that isn't a credible conclusion--
"No, I'm mostly just ink. Honest."

A phone rings
Echoing in a hollow office.
A pen scratches
And I think "mediocrities."
Walls rush towards my ant-self:

I choke on the pills.


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Lost at Sea

Ripples on the surface
Movement underneath
Fishes swimming freely
Calm waters all around
The deepness hides a secret
of loss and misery
Our thoughts and wishes spared
for loved ones lost not found
now lying at the bottom
of the great blue sea


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WALKING ALONG THE BEACH

Walking along the beach on a Saturday morning
I can see the sun smiling from the horizon
The weather is cool and the water is calm
I can feel the gentle hands of sea breeze caressing my face
There are so many people doing different activities
Men and women lying in their shorts and bikinis ready for sun bathing
Young boys and girls in the water swimming and having fun
Little kids on the beach building castle of sand
The dogs are running around barking wildly in excitement
Where ever i look i see beautiful people with smile on their pretty faces
Life seems so perfect just walking along the beach on a Saturday morning.


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Ramblings at 3 AM

XY
Track & point
Step by step
				Don’t look Down
		Don’t look back
Don’t look up
		   	Look ahead, but don’t see
	XY
		XY
			XY
Take a step
		Just one
I dare you
		Don’t ask me why or where
	Just do it
		You’re numb, you’re blind, you’re deaf
			But keep talking, keep walking the
same path
		see where that leads you


Meanwhile I’ll dig a tunnel with my teeth
	Straight up
And I’ll climb…
		So help me I’ll climb
				And leave a well behind me…
					        Sea water
My expression is my own		Sea water
					        Sea water

		  Yet you see and hear
				  Nothing of it
So keep walking
	And keep talking about the things
				You’ll never understand

‘Till your very soul quakes
			And resonates
In tune with the ocean

So drown in quicksilver
	And damn the sun
		Damn the moon
			And damn your light



God help you, you miserable thing
	Eyes crusted over
		Cataracts in your soul

You constantly feed off the pain and emptiness
		That sustains you

Drink your poison
	Toast to your own misery

I don’t even know what I’m saying anymore
	I’m going to bed,
				You’re not worth
					The lost sleep
My sad, sad friend…
			
			Go to sleep


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Wild Open Rich Woods

As the Robins dart across
Ignoring the clouds of gray
And cold breeze with the dry air
Bob their heads eating a bug

Something to me not there
The Redbuds that in the wild
Do grow begin to show their
True colors along the roads

Nestled beside are trees that
Are beginning to awake
Soon different shades of green 
Will canvas the wild spring woods

Each tree shows its beautiful
Or knarled structure that's not
Now hidden by leaf, flower
Some being stately, others

Seem to be very dower
Some look as though being crowned
Or shaped by ice storm, children 
Climbing on the young weak limbs

Each one having a beauty
All their own adorning the
Woods giving rich character
To the wild open rich woods


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A Rose and A Woman

A rose represents beauty
Much like a woman 
They are unique
Not one
Is an 
exact replica

A rose in its glory
Is beaming under 
A buttermilk sky
Freshly radiant
With raindrops
Of sky-water

Like a woman
A rose slowly
And methodical
Unravels its core
Will Let go
And mesmerize you 

Their embrace
Of unending 
Lingering passion
Embrace 
Their mate
A Sea of fertility

Renewing a promise
To return to
For up to
Eighty years 
Or death 
Of old age

Their skin soft 
As velvet satin
As fragile 
As porcelain
They unfold
Their Blossom

They come in many 
Hues and colors
Blood-silk red
Glistening Ivory
Fresh goldenrod
Baby blue

A rose and a woman
Cannot endear
Without tender affection
And nourishment
If their mates
Take care

They will
Awaken their spirits
And become
As bright 
As moonbeams
In a sea of starlight

Their intoxicating Aroma
 Pheromones entice
Both rose and woman
Will unfold their souls
Year after year 
For your delight


Copyright, Heather Mirassou   June 28, 2010



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Free

The sea holds the moon.
Not bound nor limited.
Not conditioned nor contained.
There he lies.  
Under the heels of the endless waves


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Caravan

Caravan, caravan,
taking me where e're you can.
A place to rest, relaxing, fun,
whether in wind, storm, rain or sun.

To go any where we want to roam,
to take a break away from home.
Be it inland, town, woods or sea;
hills or vales, you'll shelter me.


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The Heart Of The Sea

Her beauty is captivating
Her ways are beguiling
Like a temptress
She stirs emotions deep within you
Yet she quiets the soul

She is strong 
Yet gentle
A force never to be ignored
She listens
But never tells
She is deep
Not shallow
She's full of wonder
And mystery
She truly is the life
And heart of the sea


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Embarcadero of Loneliness

Soul,
I see you creeping
Under the crushed wavelengths
I can hear you weeping
Below the wilted water terrace
And you’re holding my heart.
And it’s burning your hands.

Gray,
Your cryptic veil touches my cheeks
They flush absent of color
Under the ripples of your aching
And you’re listening to my mind.
And it’s singeing your ears.


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sail of in life

this ship sails 
in one direction
never looks back
only memories 
they drift by

saying how i feel
cast in this world 
an ocean 
of memories
always dreaming 
of something better

missing what 
you never had
sailing of into illusion
looks begin to fade
to feel the change
i am only saying 
how we all feel

born to sail 
of in this life
from youth matures 
like a good wine
drinking of it 
you will be no more

we all still go 
in this direction
give me a number 
if you can manage
a mystery 
like the pyrmaids 
of Egypt

old was 
its destiny
the ship that sails 
in one direction
our age

all our memories
no one can stop 
this boat sailing
destained,
final destaination 
our life

until this ship 
can sail no more
like an eagle 
my soul flies
 to the heavens
to be joined 
with angels

~ ~ ~ ~ ~


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Humpback Whales

Hear the song of humpback whales
Gathering in Hawaiian waters,
Gathering for Cetacean opera,
Male exclusive grand recital;
On the brink of epic journey
To Alaska’s icy waters.

Off the West coast of Alaska
Shoals of herring feed off plankton.
Humpbacks fresh from far Hawaii
Gather at their leader’s signal.
Thus begins the “A-team’s” mission,
Brilliant modus operandi.

Giants of the Arctic ocean,
Diving ever deeper, deeper.
Round and round the bubbles spiral
To the surface of the ocean.
Net of bubbles in a circle
Traps the shoal of startled herring.

Mouths a-gaping, rise together,
Burst the surface, prey engulfing.
What a maelstrom – whales and herring;
Seagulls join the feeding frenzy,
Till, at last, all satiated,
Calm returns to freezing waters.


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THE SELFISH LOVER'S SEASIDE REQUEST

                        
                        THE SELFISH LOVER'S SEASIDE REQUEST

                                  Oh, Boundless Mighty Wind
                                  Effortlessly you can afford
                                  This one small
                                             Secret 
                                        Generosity--
                     Grasp sweetly the frail billowing sail
                              of my lover’s homebound craft--
                                        Safely ease
                                            With
                       Your one simple effortless breath
                                     My love
                     Past wretched storm ward isles
                         
                        T’would fill my love aching arms--
                               Yet still leave  you
                                     Countless men to 
                                         drown and dally --
                             	 to Satiate your Whimsical Fury.

v. Anderson-Throop  ©2013


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The Ashes Of Society

Running from yourself; getting a head start to a place unknown.
Wearing a mask of iron, never seeing tomorrow, never living today, drowning in a sea of grievance.
Sailing down a river of hell without a paddle hoping to crash on a shore of peace.
Soaring like a bird high above the sky, reaching for the hope, the love, the life i need.
Feeling as low as a snake wishing i could bite the hope i need.
Sinking in a sea of sorrow; my soul bleeding with all the anger built up inside like stakes in the ground.
My heart is singing silently for a dream, my mind thinking about all the regrets the missed opportunities in my life.
Praying for the world, seeing all the hate, crying for all the children living in this hell they did not and could not make; caught in a fire of fear burning, simmering in the ashes of society forever nailed to the stake of defeat.


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Shoes of Lead

You steal my friends, you turn them against me
I feel I can trust no one around me
I'm drifting 
Alone in my sea of despair
Can anyone rescue me?
Will anyone hear?
Does no one care?
No. They don't
I no longer care
Just leave me here,
Alone to die!
F*** you all!
I'll go it alone
God knows I always have. 
I never needed you anyways
You weren't there for me
All of you against me; not one with me
D*** I love a challenge. 
Pushing against the current,
Cutting against the grain, 
You'll never understand. 
How could I expect you too?
You've never been where I am,
Never known what I know
Can't feel what I feel. 
I die alone
Out in my sea
And who will miss me?
Not one, especially not you. 
But I'm like your worst nightmare
You'll never rid your mind 
Of memories we shared. 
Again and again, 
I'll haunt your conscience
Whispering ever softly
"See what you've done? The pain that you've caused?!"
YOU put me here. 
Yes you. 
You caused my separation
With your words of poison,
Glares of hatred. 
You think I didn't see?
You misguided fool. 
Step into my shoes and try,
Try to walk a mile.
You don't have the f***ing strength!!
You'll never know how strong I am
If only on the inside. 
A mile? 
No. 
You can't manage a foot. 
Just wear these shoes. 
Wear them, don't even try 
To bear their weight. 
You'll soon find,
My burden is not like yours. 
My shoes are made of lead. 
A wearisome load 
You could never manage,
I carry daily. 
Now, because of YOU
Alone in my sea
Of despair
Of tears
Of blood 
Of sweat
Of pain,
My sea known as life,
Forever I will drift.
Alone with my shoes of lead. 





































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Voices Of Mystery

 Walking along the crystaline sand ,
the mists from the water world,
glean in her hair.
Thrum,she can feel.
the beat of a liquid heart,
against her breast.
The rhythm,
 of  the saline life's blood,
play a beat,
symphonies, from the dawn of time.
The exhale of a breath ,
gentle zephyrs,
warmed of the sun,
caress her skin.  
 Fragrant ........
the acrid tang of salt,
eddies, of the life giving currents.
Gazing above in the heaven,
winged messengers,
ride on saddles of air.
Singing in the morn light,
hinting at unfortold secrets.
She stands in quiet rapture,
listening to the voice,
on the winds.
Alas the Sea,
holds her secrets close,
almost  heard,
but buried with the crash 
of each ebb tide wave. 



 


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Catch the Drift

Steal a bit of me.
Because I'm handing out precious treasures 
In return for love.


Don't believe, 
Just carry on
Through the pain
The confusion,
And the rain that burns in your eyes. 


I get lonelier
And emptier,
I think. 
But emptier still.
There's no magic eraser
To wipe out my unknown existence
And the scars.
And the screams,
There's no magic eraser.


Drift like a corpse
In the sea that's the world
Pale, 
Lifeless
Heartless. 
Till you sink to the bottom
Or get devoured by the monsters
Flesh-hungry monsters.
There's no magic wind
Coming to take you to the sky
Where those angels look down and smirk.


So carry on. 
Move on. 
Till you get your strength. 
Recover.
Hold on to this.
There's beauty the in abyss too,
Barren as it is.


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Silent Sea

So many years have slipped away
since we last sailed far away
the sails are up and the wind is right,
and diamonds are floating, at a mighty height
they will guide us , they never betray
and the pale blue moon shall light our way
now is the time we say goodbye
to every thought and memory that made us cry
come sail away with me , you will not regret
come sail away with me , do not fret
for this sea is always silent
never rough never violent


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Everglades- a sentu

everglades 
the slicing sawgrass sways
paradise to the "gladesmen"
the caterwaul of a panther
swamplands
 


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Frog Adventures

Frog Adventures - journey always continues - A Collaboration

The Frog lands on earth smiling
Nothing has changed In mirror reflections
Bearing gifts from his mission on Mars
He met the cow who jumping over the moon
On the milky way he lay back rocking thoughts
Upon the moons' smile on a beautiful memory
Laughing having fun In warm joy
When lightning struck
Striking a beautiful tune sings out
Watching the dish elope with the spoon
Crying It looks like the cat Is playing the fiddle
Sadly tugging heart strings the temperature drops
Every which way swaying lost
One craft on this ocean a ghost ship
Into a shadow horizon
I sail to you In light of the moon

Are you sure? That Is not quite the story of the Frog that seamen tell. He lost all his gifts when he fell Into the sea. This Is the way seamen tell It.

Captain Jamie Lee Is at the wheel the ghost ship was the Dramallach Raven
A fine upstanding bunch of pirate lads not one of them was a craven
Now out of the corner of his eye Jamie Lee did spy
Something strange and he almost gave a startled cry
A Frog fell Into the sea small and green
Frog overboard He did lustily cry his eyes sharp and keen
The mate threw over the line and then to crews surprise
A little green frog holding a brollie stood before their eyes
This little Frog lifted up and placed on the poop deck
A poor little fellow he was and he looked quite a wreck
It was then Mr. Frog noticed Jamie Lee was a ghost
And he turned white and lean Instead of being green
As he sat shaking looking up at his host
"Now Mr. Frog what will I do with you oh deary me
Bash you on the head then off with your legs and have you for my tea"

Don't panic, didn't happen, just a bit of ghostly pirate humour there. There were no Frogs harmed In the making of this poem. Now, where was I? oh yes.......

"Now Mr. Frog what will I do with you oh deary me
I think we'll take you back to Ireland across the briny sea"

A Collaboration by Liam Mcdaid & Michael Clarke.


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The Demise of Pangaea -part 2-

You don’t know how parted we are
Uncharted we are
The piano keys sooth the turbulent sea and music melts the burning icebergs
Pride sinking a ship…giving into nature
Hands severed and torn, pressing lightly on the stained ivory
The creatures are mourning for the death of loved ones
While men in white laugh, masked by the ghosts of their own insanity  
Stained with foreign blood
People speak out against it while many others follow me to the grave
Like the single stone in the chalk piece scrapes against the black board
We feel the pain with our empathetic minds without having to hear the chalky cries 
Subconscious we are transformed…informed
Knowing that once parted, no earthquake can make us whole again
We couldn’t visit her today…he was forced to go
The mercy found in these crevices is buried in the snow
I hate it when I can’t find words to describe the way I feel
I would like to tell him how I feel…but the air
Is too thick here… 
And the sea parts us…blue eyes are merely brown…
The grass is greener there
We’re all the same…we fear…we cry
The web still weaves us together but dew tears stick to the strands
And flies that we feed on destroy the unity of the intricate network
Reassuring words mend temporarily…but you leave again
Hairs grow gray and the black stickiness is fresh once more 
Light pours in canyons of crayons…the flower is a scam
The smell of childhood lighting up our lives with the little fuel we have
Jealously thrives through…and they won’t stop touching them
Some look into the mirror and cry everyday…
Bruises turn to gold and they sell artifacts already sold
The buzzing vibration of my phone is ignored tonight…
I’m on my last bar…
I’m dying…I really am
Dying to know WHY. Dying to give life 
Parting the lands to flood obscurity…
Pangaea, what can make you whole again? 


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Oceans Breathe, Walk with me.

The moon awakens before us in all its majestic glory
casting a sombre light  along the mountain face, as the
gift it gives twinkles off water.
Delicately cascading down a beautiful waterfall.
Glistening along gentle swirls of the sea,
and culminating in the crashing waves that caress
sand and leave wonders of natural bubble and foam.


How
    Could
                It
                   be?


You and me in this mystical place.


How
        did 
                you 
                        Get
                                Inside
                                            My
                                                 Head?
                                    
                                              And
                                              Know
                                              This
                                              Was
                                              My
                                              dream? 


My lover
My friend, Shall we stroll
along the shoreline?
Or maybe take a sunset dip?

We head into cool waters with the moon peeking through the clouds above us.
The crisp night air sends a chill through me.
So you bring me to your arms and embrace.
As always you hold me close and let me feel your love.

And we keep looking…………………..


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Like the Sea Watches the Sky

I watch you 
Like the sea watches the sky,
Reflecting on every change in its face-
Darkening with the shadow of every cloud
And catching every raindrop, 
Brightening at every sunrise
And tossing back the sunbeams-
Saturated with the deep blueness
Of your closeness,
Even if we don't touch...

But still, I'm praying for a storm;
Even the sea wants to reach out
To touch the sky once in a while,
And when they're close enough
To press against each other,
I won't need to see you
To taste the lightning
On your tongue...


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I Love the Sea

On a winters Morn, in a January storm
The sea delivers it's power and might
Not a bucket and spade in sight
Capable of crushing everything in it's path
Respect is due if you want to last
Indiscriminate with our life-I love the sea

Seasons Change, a different place
Children with happiness on their faces
dig and play in that time old way
Children love the beach

The sweetest of swells pounding in
Offshore breezes, surfers with grins
Tankers seeking refuge in the bay
from Galey storms not so far away

Yachts in the distance that barely move
The thronging mass in holiday mood
The constantly changing ocean state
Rise and fall the tide never waits

Sunrise sunset and the passage of time
As arty types feast and dine
The moons translucence illuminates
As intoxicated adults contemplate
in the moonlight feeling rude
consumed with passion in the nude

Ice cream, Ice cream lollipops
When the sun comes out people flock
Often a desolate barren place
The salty sea breeze in your face-I love the sea


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To a Fellow Sailor

Docked on an opposite shore,
peering through round portholes
as the river who flowed me to different landscapes
slips past, current furious:
not quite a pleasure cruise.
No swimming pools splashing over onto the smooth wood
of a polished deck furnished with plastic, 
but stormy excursions into the foamy sea,
threats of sinking, of capsizing, of mutiny. 

I miss that ocean; I didn’t think 
I would love him so much,
but, after my boat wobbled in the foam
and I slipped into the sea without a life-vest,
after I submerged my head with the dolphins and squids
and waited for the water to transform me
into a finned mermaid with oysters in my hair,
I felt at home in its salty swiftness,
safe in its kelpy arms, hidden in its coral fortresses.

And when my tongue, dried from salt and solitude,
began to salivate for the buttery sunshine,
something issued an anchor
into the sockets where my wisdom teeth once grew,
and I surfaced, dripping salt water, breathing. 

And although the chain between us
has since grown rusty with tugging and pulling,
new docks, different boats and captains,
the sea is still easily crossed,
as easily as music attaches itself 
to cold moonlight.

So, maybe our boat has hit a few icebergs – 
but the Eskimos have patched the holes 
with pine needles and chocolate syrup;
and the boiler room doesn’t make me sweat and sigh– 
but it leaves me with a tight chest and 	
the warmth felt when, 
returning after a long voyage, you finally see 
the shores of home . 

I love you still, brother:
and the sails are full of wind.


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Moe's Dream

Once upon a time,
A thousand years ago,
There lived a friendly crab
By the name of Moe

You, see Moe wished to be
A bird so he could fly up high
He flapped his arms all day
But please don’t ask me why

Everyone told him it would never happen
But Moe had hope
He practiced everyday
And when he couldn’t, he would never mope

Moe grew very old
And suddenly he died
Many creatures were at his funeral
Everyone there cried

But little did they know,
Moe’s dream was coming true
He was up in heaven
And there, in heaven, he flew


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Feeling Never

Freedom to the left
freedom to the right
free to live all day
free to suffer in the night

sail forever
on and on
feeling never
gone and gone

see to the left 
see to the right
see the sun all day
see your bloody night

chance is clever
one on one
long endevor
long so long

empty to the left
empty to the right
empty ship all day
empty heart all night

sail forever
on and on
feeling never 
gone and gone


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L'AUTRE MOI

I am the metronome
mover of measures
wide . . . . . . . . wide . . . . . . . . . . . . swings my pendulum
tracing the tempos of time

Tick-tock
my hands
a poco a presto
strum
staccato
the strings of my mind

I am the hollow
hourglass
Trickle my tunes
to the tilt of the times

The see-sawing sea
paces my sands—
murmurs ageless songs
in major
and minor

Sharp waves
crack my still mirror—
capture the startled sun
in splintered rays

I am the pulse of the wordless deep
Somehow
constant my cadence
Somehow
the play of my tides
echoes
the gravity of the moon


– Harley White 

< 1972 >


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And The Clouds Came Over

Bright sun and blue skies spread
high above a green sea
ever rising to the high tide
and the clouds came over
covering the sun.

The wind freshened,
throwing the sea against the rocks
in pale plumes of spray
springing from white, foam-topped waves.

Pushing inshore from the South-West,
the green sea grew pewter grey
as the clouds stalked across the blue sky.


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Look To The Sea

With waves crashing to my feet repeat in timeless cavity;

Stranded through its idle pull in our ellaborate flames...
Shallow pools in its left over residue plain yet what to do?
Still,
Look to the sea...

Onto a far off distance after she would marry me
Let all evil now flee,
The turning of the dial in its exquisite source
Look to the sea,

A waves tumbling then what to believe
A grand fulfillment in what to achieve;
In long lines we will find,
A tollerance for truth yet one drop of a dime

In time we can come to a reason for while we are alive?
Look to the sea a reason to believe,
What have we achieved?

Our fallen economy collapsed at its seams!
Scream
Through the notion of laughter a tear drop fell
Amidst the excursion an inner swell

We look deep through the pyramids amidst its timeless cavity...
Look to the sea lest I refrain amidst a traverse glue hero's are game
A line drawn in the sand,
When will we ever understand?


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mother pearl

you lie beautiful
on the bottom 
of the seabed
mother
of the ocean

whispering motions
in shades 
of a rainbow
spray colours
you beautiful

kissed by the sea
upon the sands
waves goodbye
your remains

upon the sand
dead beauty
pleasing
on the naked eye
still so beautiful
a treasure
one can see


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Searching

I had been there since twilight
I was waiting for the moon.
But now it’s well past midnight
And for hours I sang those solemn tunes
That brought the gods to my ancestors.

In this pitch dark
I seek the moonlight.

Floating on a raft 
Miles into the deep into the ocean.
This night is cold
My body is old, 
But my thoughts are bold and defiant.

I long for the warmth of oil lamps and incense
I want to believe in a Savior
Or to believe that my spells have power.

I am here:
Alone and naked;
Weary and tired.;
Overwhelmed and freezing;
Within inches of death or eternal damnation.

I live here with nothing more 
Than reason and the stars.
I sleep under the cosmos—
I sleep with my doubt.

My cathartic cries!
My body trembles in ecstasy and sorrow
As I wonder what I’ll see tomorrow.
Because my mind grew wings and flew away.
But my heart is still on this raft.

I jubilant; I am petrified.
I am free; I am mortified.
There is nothing else here but these dark skies
The icy sea and a cool sea breeze
And the beating of a billion hearts.


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Message in a bottle

I once was what you are
Or what you think you may be…

Now I am nothing more 
But this lone piece of paper
of my words & thoughts.

You are no longer alone
We are both finally here…


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Horizon

I looked up and saw
And what I saw
Took my breath away
I saw the sky in turquoise splashes
And a rainbow of pure colour
No eye could fathom
I saw a dream, I saw a vision
I saw what inspired every poet, 
Every artist, every person,
It inspired me, and it made me 
Think 

I looked up and breathed
And I breathed in deep and took in 
All the glory of His handiwork
I saw a sunset, I saw colours
That didn’t exist in the human mind
But only in the mind of the One who made it.
I saw neither RED, nor YELLOW, even BLUE
I saw hues; I saw splashes, merges of shades 
That had neither name nor infinite longevity
Due to an oblique, orange setting sun

I gazed down and danced,
And danced on roaring white foam
On darkened sand and smooth stone
The waves crashed in, and sizzled back out 
My feet and toes refreshed, 
Gazing around, into a horizon turned bright crimson
I breathed in the salt, the foam and lifted
My chin, standing on tiptoe, lungs invigorated
The sun halfway into the sea, appearing to submerge

How small do I feel under the dancing coloured sky,
Of wispy clouds and up against the giant ocean…?
How do I fit in under the gaze of the Sun, its warmth and
Beauty indefinable…?
A whisper came across my face,
A wind from the West, (or is it East?) 
teasing my hair away 
Into marine air, pulling tendrils of curls onto my lips
Not concerned, or troubled, neither worried or caring
I nodded my head in agreement to the Words of Him
Him above all. The whisper, exhaled.
I inhaled. It came again, with no comparison;
“I’ll never leave you.”
 
I looked up and saw
And what I saw
Took my breath away


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COSMIC CLUSTER SEA WATERS LEAVE ME ALONE, I'M LONELY

                        Withdrawing sea waters withdraws from the sands and dunes. 
                        I see I am chasing waters as a kid, back then. 
                        I never missed a chase. Now that I'm older I miss you. 
                        I love you, never will I be able to love you less than I love you.. 
                        I am able to love less about myself! 
                        Now that I feel the sea is with you and away from me. 
                        I love less. 



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Dreaming

Saffron vanishing from the curved
glass of a lamp, arms and legs 
banked in their sea-swept amber,
and underneath the tawny sand-
here too I am
forever anchored
-in this land 
 of dreaming


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Concrete Images; Vermont winter.

Trees, stand tall and bare
I wonder if they are cold, I am
I shiver as I write
Trucks and buses
Travel by loudly
Snow flying off 
Cars
Parked crooked, dented hood
Wind barely blowing
But it's still cold
It freezes the little bit of faith I had
Puddles stream from one end of the parking lot
Drop a rock in the puddle
Watch the rings form bigger
Smell of cafeteria and fresh rain
Clouds cover the dark and gloomy sky
Leaves 
None 
No leaves, No heart
I feel bare, and forgotten
Birds fly over head
Screeching loudly
I wish I could fly
I wish I was free
Windows tinted dark
Reflecting the gloomy light
Snow piles half melted
Hidden under trees and bushes
Flag flapping in the wnd
Empty, no people 
But us few searching for a story to tell
I have one
Few people linger past 
Ground is rough
Grass short and yellow
Squishy
I step and leave my mark
Few houses sit near with no noise or movement
Make me feel empty 
With no feelings
Old picnic table sits alone
In the shade of an old bare tree
Blue paint peeled off
Showing its real old brown color
Peoples names, dates, and little sayings
Carved into the remaining blue paint
Empty tennis court
one single ball rolls across the ground
Look around, feel the breeze, smell the rain
Catch the essence of this place.


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Mousehole

Shifting focus from farm to stars
the drifting night begins
where listless day turns to mist.
Beyond the harbour bar
boats put out to sea.

By dawn the salty breeze 
is flecked with foam
it peppers the Postie 
as he makes his way
around the quay.
He stops to watch 
the fishing boats 
ploughing home
through  pearly sea.

And dreaming 
of what the day might bring
sleepy couples, yawning,
pad downstairs. 
In chorus all the kettles sing 
above the morning news 
of stocks and shares.
And thirstily, 
a hundred cups of tea
are raised to lips 
simultaneously.


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Mystique Love

she sat lonely
on the beach 
in the submissive darkness
the moonlight 
highlighting the red eyes
& the dark shadows beneath them
she looked so beautiful
as the golden strands of her hair 
blew in the zephyr
her lips quivered 
as if complaining
& then they curved 
in a dazzle
brightening the  
chiseled features
on the pale, white face
But the smile ruined
as a cruel wave crashed
into the reverie
reverie of 
the waters,
the stars,
only that she wasn’t alone…
In an aching hope, 
she stood up
& started calling out her love
no response.
she called louder
still no response.
she started walking down 
in the dark waters
Beckoning her love
she went deeper & deeper 
in the sea of love
now her words… 
a whisper
still deeper, she went
And then, still & silence
the next night witnessed 
a miraculous presence
a pair of stars shone brightly
at a rare corner,
blinking inexorably 
under the grey canopy 
of the sky
she had reached her destiny,
& the destiny of mystique love…


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The Powder Keg

He stands, 
his left leg resting upon a powder keg,
slightly bent, 
with arms resting upon his knee.
                                                                                                     
Hands, callused, hard as nails
cross wrists thick as wheel spokes, 
his left hand is open, 
extended,
his right holds the stem of his beloved pipe.

He is an educated man, 
educated without the benefit of schooling,
educated by the trials and tribulations of life;
in his world, none are more versed than he.

Men gather around him seeking his council, 
some sitting on the wooden deck, 
others resting,
their back against a rail
to balance against gently rocking waves. 
All have thick beards, 
most untrimmed, 
framing faces hardened by 
years of wind, sun, and sea. 

Pipes, 
filled with tobaccos of various aroma,
provide a covering cloud 
to quell the stench of their lives;
men living upon the water, 
regressed to seldom experiencing 
its cleansing properties.

They are a rough lot, 
fearing none,
yet, 
disciplined beyond expectation;
their bonds forged by a brotherhood
spanning centuries of adventure,
hardship, and war.

He clears his throat,
begins to speak with fervor,
his voice,
softened by the snap of sails 
buffeted by the wind, 
cause all lean toward him to miss nary a word.

He is the master, 
the unquestioned purveyor of knowledge. 

He gives to each freely; 
words of wisdom; 
training each in the ways of his chosen life;
this is the world of show and tell;
this is the way of men whose lives
are lived upon the sea. 

Each owes a debt of gratitude
to this man who rests his leg 
upon the powder keg. 

This keg chosen not for comfort, 
rather,
a symbol of the strength
and power conveying experience
through education.

One lone sailor looks forward to each
of these gatherings,
listening intently,
shifts his weight against the rail 
and dreams of the day 
he rests his leg upon
the powder keg.
 


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On Jellyfish

Delicate pale lavender gauze in constant fluid motion,
Tantalizing and terrible.

Finely sheer and shimmery silken strands
                        Stream liquid translucence in watery lace -
Beautiful symmetry.

Floating and gracefully pulsing beneath -
Deep in a salty underground, suspended in dusky dark.
They cluster together, shining, with myriad tentacles adrift.

Cellular       primitive          beckoning…

Gossamer jellyfish thrive.


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WHERE HEAVEN MEETS HELL


I WALK ALONG THE EDGE 
WHERE THE LAND MEETS THE SEA 
WHERE THE SEA MEETS THE SKY
WHERE HEAVEN MEETS EARTH
WHERE HEAVEN MEETS HELL

THE SEA AIR PUTS A COAT OVER NY SKIN
AND FILLS MY MOUTH AND LUNGS WITH ITS SALTY SWEETNESS
THE  SOUNDS OF THE SURROUND FILL MY HEAD
WITH THE STILLNESS AND TURMOIL OF PAST LIVES
AS MY EYES LOOK OUT AND SEE THE PAST AND PRESENT AS ONE 

AND I BECOME ONE WITH THE SEA
FOR BETTER OR FOR WORSE
I AM WHOLLY FREE


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Quiet Vicissitudes

Quiet vicissitudes on a lonely shore. 

Memories fading with age as the family home crumbles.

It sits alone, abandoned, on it's now private island as the ocean continually encroaches with time.

Nothing left but photographs to prove to the world it was here as a storm crashes overhead.

With one final gulp a once happy home relinquishes itself to the watery abyss.


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Liberty Port

We strained,
Well taut,
All mooring lines to port,
Tying alongside Oriskiny,
Then lowered gangplank,
Riding on the pier.

Mail Call! 
Sounds the 1-MC
Perfumed letters all,
From the One I Love.
Sealed with strawberry kisses,
And the sea.



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Self Pity

Blue deep
Water; drifting through
The light, and out of nowhere
Was a blue boat with yellow sails

Perusing the sand, I saw a man
Walking towards the waves of destination
He called out to deaf ears, and numbness
And the blue boat drifted on 

Clouds of grey speckled the main distance
Of real and beyond

Holding out hands, others called

But the boat drifted

Drifted on.....


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Forever-Part 1

Out on the beach with an amazing guy. The sun's so pretty, the sun's so bright. We're walking and talking about all our good times, against the world, hand in hand. Smiling and walking on the beautiful LA sand. We sit on a bolder and watch the sun set. It's an amazing day, one I will never forget. You slip your arm around me as we as we look at the beautiful sea. "I love you," I say as we feel the cool evening breeze. "I love you too," you say and pull out a small black box. I look at you, smile, and my heart stops. You open the box to reveal a beautiful ring. "Will you marry me?" you ask as my eyes fill with tears and my heart starts to sing. My smile gets wider as I say "yes". You pull me close to your chest. I gently kiss you as a tear rolls down my cheek. You brush it away and smile at me. "I love you," I say one more time. "I love you to baby," you say as you smile, "now your deffinitly all mine."

 

Today's the day, the day that starts the rest of our life. The day you become my husband, the day I become your wife. The last time I saw you was last night. But I woke up to a beautiful sight. A bouque of beautiful red roses lie on your pillow with a note on top. "I love you," it says, "and I can't wait to see you." I smile and whisper "I love you too." I take a shower and walk down to the beach to see how much is done. I step onto the hot sand and I feel the hot sun. It's almost done so I start to head home. I need to here your voice so I call your phone. "Hey babe," you say, "is everything okay?" I tell you everythings fine, I just need to hear you. I tell you I love you. You tell me you love me too. You say you have to go but you'll see me soon. "Okay, I love you," I say and look at the clock, it's almost noon. "I love you too," you say and the line goes dead. I look in the mirror and put my hands on my head. I smile and start to get ready for tonight. The first night of m new life.

I take a look in the mirror one last time. Just to make sure my beautiful dress is fine. I walk down to the beach and wait by the gate. I fix my veil and look at my friend. "You look amazing," she says and puts some flowers in my hand. "Thanks," I say and smile. I can't wait to walk down the aisle.


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Resting in the Sunken Cathedral

Brine muffled resonance given to the huge ancient tolling bells
till the fearsome proud gargoyles stare but now outface just fish

Gentled by time a seas barnacle claimed pews some fifty fathoms down 
chancel aisles and naves perceived there filled a ghostly congregation

Faithful now the drowned the dead the lost tsunami friends
they lie in the sea we know not where 

God please grant them heavenly peace
God please grant them  peace



Inspired by Claude Debussy’s piece


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blue stone

Far way from the starry night , where the sea is so deep.

Sailing away into the foolish moments of my thoughts.

I remember the missing light of the autumn sunset.

The thought goes on the waves of the North Sea.

Sad is the moonlight into the silent of the night,

And the sea water touches my foolish eyes  .

Which of the universe belong this  moment?

How many stars in the sky will find our time?

Night and day are living at the same roof,

All the memories  have the color of the night's eyes.

II

Blue stone  rolls on the sands of the Baltic.

Now I could  find  and bring it at my home.

The distance wishes a dune of white sand,

Who was made in dream of a Danish mermaid.

On the border of the sea sleep the hopes on sands.

Eternal desires that never rest, are a blue stone

Rolling the blue stone in north sea with a warm heart,

Blue stone holding in memories , left from the distance in  thoughts.

How can I forget the sea star  that adorn the eyes of illusion.

Eternity is living on the rocks of the  harbor. Who, will breaks this time?


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a speck of dust

a speck of dust
on the surface of life
that's all we are
that's all we are

i swear
though life may cause u strife
that's all u are 
that's all u are

a tiny atom on a 
dinosaur
that's all we are
that's all we are

a little black dot
on a giant white star
that's all u are
that's all u are

-and as the tide rolls out
u see what u can see..
our sister moon reveals
the bottom of the sea-

-they say there's nothing new
beneath our father sun
you're just a speck of dust
but you're not the only one.......


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Memories Adrift

A fragrance drifts. . .
haunting like forgotten, formless souls,
a swift remembrance-bearing wave
cresting on the ship-blank sea.
Somewhere in those pearl studded waters you linger,
your gentle laughter echoing,
sounding riplets on the pebbled beach.

Another breeze, foreign scent bearing,
and our fleeting dance is forever gone;
how strongly the sense of your presence
escaped from the past's closed door.

A beam of sanded driftwood, limb stripped, lies stranded
just beyond the reach of creaming foam,
home hungry, like a memory once loved but since discarded, 
set free but afraid to roam.

September 3, 2014


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Sea Glass

The ocean's crescent breast, pulsing
Forms curves, caress starless nights
lost in perfect motion, rolling
The tide moves in, sways, 
flows gently across my hand
pools, circling, swirling
in my palm


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Witness Statement

As I watched,
like a lion with its prey
the wave growled and snarled
while crouching, preparing to pounce.
Rushing up the sloping shingle beach,
it reached out and dragged pebbles
down into its lair.

I heard
the rasping raking of the beach tumbling
pell-mell and headlong into the sea
and saw
stones spewed out as leftovers
in the next cold wave of grey water,
breaking in trails of white foam
along the coastline.

I watched
the wind-blown spray
and the black clouds over grey water
threatening and evil;
a wave rose, a hooded cobra
striking the rocks of the breakwater
before devouring them.

I listened
to the plaintive cries of
a young herring gull high above the sea,
blown sideways by the gale.

But
full twenty feet from the shore
the black-clad cormorant sat securely smug
on a post, the predator’s perch.
A swift, triumphant swoop filled his beak with supper
and I watched as he flew away.


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A Ride Down the Thousand Islands II

A juvenile little blue heron yells for its mate. 
In a quiet manner, you pluck a reluctant leaf from its home.
This is not the world as god meant it to be.
A stingray races at an amazing speed.
No sign or sound of cars, buildings, or people
That will change.
Low enough to stand and reach out
Crush the vast serene painting the world it absorbs 
It is not for us to cause more damage
The crisp leaf crumbles as it is grasped.
The kayak turns the corner in a graceful manner
Close enough to reach rub across its slimy skin.
A kayak floats in lazy elegance
Stress and with great speed throw it away.
The oar is placed across the bow
A brown behemoth emerges from the depths
Man already destroyed everything he touched
Paddling on, past the floating island
Branches stretch over the water forming a canopy
Water drips as it rises in the air
The sea cow basks in the sun
Wading in the water three feet away
Through the vastness of the Thousand Islands 
The kayak drifts on in silence
Consider touching it, but hold back
A breeze pushes the kayak through the maze
A sweet smell replaces the smoky aroma of civilization


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Lost

Here we see love once lost in the tumbles,

Coming swiftly from above the skies,

Towards the sea we lodged in rain of just,

To warm cherish our thoughts to sail by lust,

Beneath our souls to the garden of blues.

 

Here now we find get it from the clouds,

Thy long wounded broken love needs change,

On the sea sailed with oath to hold,

With tireless returns it blossoms for unfold,

Where unmated it stands naturally to glow.

 

Here its some miles we came shipping,

Seeking such love we had in those tender hoods,

Thy loves once threaten and loosened,

Certainly lost and now strangely contained,

To refine and to renew it once it smells olds.

 

Here magically risen to conquer ‘n to sooth,

Every injured feeling within for victory,

Underneath the flowers to tread by candle,

With every hope in the living hearts to handle,

Beneath our souls to the garden of blues.

 

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Pregnant Purple Seahorses

How bizarre
They are
In their underwater
Paradise

Gardens of coral and sea-plants,
Ever green,

Pregnant with billions 
Of babies
Waiting

To meet their purple dad.


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Silent Journey

Silence.
It plays on the abandoned mind,
Infiltrating the system.
It tiptoes in and catches by surprise the wounded soul.
It is the ocean which steers its waves against an empty shore.

And alone I stand, brisk wind too weak to penetrate the cold which lies inside…
And before me I see Life itself- a carpet rolling towards a faded distance of sea;
An endless journey through surging waters and harsh blues and greys-
A single entity's means of existence never to be shared.
Never to be cherished.


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How How How...

How beautiful the rain is 
For no one can see
Me tears…

How comforting the snow is
For no one can find
Traces of my feet
When it melts away…

How curious the sea is
For it roars and then 
Resides to silence…

How free the sun is
For no one can claim
To own its rays…

How delicate the moon is
For it hides behind the clouds
Lest some shadow steals
Its silver beams…

How magical the night is
For you whisper your fears and worries
And it listens, calms you down
With dreamy lullabies…


How secretive the life is
For you cannot know its secrets
Unless you unfold yours…


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Her Vessle

So long ship,
go on your merry way!
I hope I'll see you soon,
when you come
stumbling back to Bay,
to Bloor,
and Yorkville 
where we last docked,
and rocked,
swayed,
and dawdled,
talking
into the night...

So long ship,
farewell my love!


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Marina

               
 
  {For Mareena}
   On the bank of precipice, i stand
   Appealing to impotent gale;
   Not to nudge the dosing hurricane awake,
   Let the aborting breaking wave lull and dandle it
   To another rich world;
   To wreck, to claim and to occupy.
  
   The resting nocturnal fishermen's canoes,
   Lounging on the white sandy coast,
   The worn nets like torn under wears
   Hung dry in yawning nakedness
   Exposed to the shying sun, 
  
   The forested colony of concrete shoot up to heaven,
   And made human skylines,
   By the shorelines of our dreams,
   The verdant landscapes bloom in abundant tall palm
   trees;
   Entertaining promenade protruding bouquet of flowers,
   In memorial to the lost all muscled Iroko;
   A nostalgic stroll under the lined endowed Araba
   shades,
  
   The variegated bridges transverse our hearts,
   Tenuous labyrinth trellis and lattice of our destiny;
   Emblazon in the relentless sun,
   And flooded in the punctual storm,
   Guiding restless children through  
   The tell-tale of everyday,
  
   In the morning of our beachy existence,
   The ancestors oracling on the testicles of cowries
   Made peace sacrifice to Yemoja the Mermaid sea goddess:
   You must returned to mother Africa,
   With all the stolen children;
  
   The sea arises and rises ashore,
   From the bottomless bottom of  the deep,
   Re-emerging in the gargantuan watery paradise,
   The majestic lost Los Atlantis fairy palaces,
   Misty, dark bluish-green in sparkling diamond,
   Like death all things will level;
   Like time, the lord of the tide,
   Octopus would dethroned man.
  


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Repentence

Swimming perpetually
In the sea of tears
A heart now yearns
To rise from its fears
to scale those dreadful waves
It wants to be cleaned
To be as it was 
when it started beating
 for the first time
Pure and sacred
Full of spiritual layers
It wants to see through
the harsh realities
To reach other hearts
To know ,the Divine
To know, itself
In search of everything 
inside and outside
It swims perpetually
in that sea of tears…


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The Sunken Ship

See that smoke up the horizon
It comes past the half masked sun

Yes…it can be ghost of that sunken ship
She went down with handful of souls

She took my darling away from me
Inside those deep hidden chambers

Those white waves dashing the rocks
Whisper tales of that stormy night

Yet..I run to seashore....to listen tales of that SUNKEN SHIP


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Shana and Shano Part I

I leaned back and rubbed my work – weary eyes as the stress of teaching left my mind. The children were playing a few yards away from me. Their cheerful laughter could easily be heard above the din of voices. I checked on them briefly, then turned to the sky that stretched out in a seamless blue. Occasional clouds floated by. It was a beautiful day to be out. I was glad that I had decided to take a break from work and bring the kids to the park. My husband agreed whole hearted The children had jumped at the opportunity to go play there; though it didn’t have much for play equipment. Despite the slight sheen of rust on the slide and the dull pin pricks on the wood swing, the kids loved the decrepit playground. However if the parents ever found out what the children did on the fallen play ground, they would be most certainly be shocked at the manner of it all. For those parents had no notion of what those children hid. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* I looked at my twin in earnest. He had to understand. In order to save Lishon I had to go. Just had to. The river flowed before us with a vengeance. It was as if the water was displeased with the rocks and it had taken upon itself to punish them. Jorden looked at me sadly at the thought of jumping. He knew that it would cost me my life if I did. “You just can’t Clarisa. If you jump the Noli will take over Lishon and without you at the archers command they will vanquish us.” “Yes, but if the river is not quieted, our armies will drown. As the Shana of the sea I must have control: just as you must control the evergreen and the willow.” “That’s different and you know it. The sea is fickle and will turn its tide with little concern but to toss you from its grave.” “Jorden I must do what I must and not you, nor the Noli, nor the Glifon , nor even the Great Shuka can stop me.” “Watch what you say Clarisa or the Great Shuka will stop you.” Jorden’s features softened after this warning. He knew. I looked at my twin affectionately. For all that he was, Shano of all trees and animals on land, he was still my brother. “Should I not return, defend Lishon with all you have. If all goes well the frilena shall bloom once more in Lishon’s courtyard.” Jorden’s eyes glimmered like the wisps of freed droplets from the surge of the cataclysmic rapids that was once calm. He knew.


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S.O.S.

He loomed large, his white t-shirt bulging, 
his apron hanging off an impressive gut.  
“Keep stirring,” he said, 
slapping me on my back as he wandered off.  
Over his shoulder, “Just keep stirring.”  

The pot loomed large, 
with an equally large wooden spoon.  
I stood on a chair and stirred.  

The white gooey matter didn’t look like food,
 but it smelled creamy, 
with a hint of something else.  
The spoon moved easily in the pot, 
and I felt it slide across the bottom, 
and saw the liquid well up.  

I began to sweat, first from the heat 
and then from the work of stirring.  
Was it my imagination, or did 
the spoon move more slowly now.  
I gripped it with both hands, 
and remembered his order: 
Just keep stirring.

I imagined this pot, this goop, 
sloshing inside a floating metal box, 
thickening as hundreds of hungry young men 
in blue and white waited patiently to 
clog their guts or,
clutching a pitching rail, 
empty them.  

I weakened, I think, 
as I struggled to move the spoon.  
It felt like hands were gripping it, 
preventing me from stirring.  
I pushed with all my strength, 
knowing that the white paste would brown, 
then burn, 
if it stayed on the bottom too long.  

My adolescent body began to fail, and I called out: 
“Help!  I can’t stir the pot!”  

In a flash he was back, 
dumping gallons of milk into the pot, 
the paste immediately loosening 
its grip on the spoon.  

“Thanks for your help,” he said.  
“I’ve got it from here.”


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Prohibited(Limerick-Slam)

BLACK TEXAS TEA, NO FISH can SEE
We Want to KNOW what WE DONE to THEE
Charlie Tuna wants to STRIKE
Along with Catfish Mike
Though PROHIBITED by KING Of SEA


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Under The Waves

Never quite in my grasp,
just a little out of my reach.
The sweet relief from life,
it lapses away at my feet,
pulling and pushing.
An irresistible tide,
waiting to drag me under.
To a world inside.

Impossible becomes reality.
In this new world under the waves.
A world that evades me,
even as I dive under the waves.
I plunge deeper and deeper.
The very world I craved,
turning into a nightmare.
No longer evading me.
impossible becomes reality,
as i struggle beneath the waves.
now the world of light,
to far from my reach.
The fears of the world,
now the tide around my feet.
Pulling me farther into the deep.
Creatures once pure and alive,
pull me to an impossible grave.
I struggle as if all of it was real,
desperate to escape.
Such an impossible reality.
The light fades from the surface,
reality now impossible. 
in such a mad world,
lying beneath the waves. 
I lose the game,
as the world is just inches from my reach.
I let go of hopes of the world,
of the pure world,
that lies somewhere beneath the waves.

I awoke on the beach.
Peaceful sleep,
still a stranger to me. 
I gaze into my mind and know,
That that night,
I'll not again,
dive beneath the waves. 


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Some Sea Calls My Name

Some sea breaks in foam rushing around virgin shores made new by every wave and yet some see nothing but water and sky while I see you which is everything but me yet including me too when I stand in your shoes Some see melted hearts singing as one throughout the night sailing from Jupiter to Mars in the span of one kiss layered in as many dimensions as their imagination can dream but I see you standing naked in the sunshine on a tranquil beach midday your ankles surrounded by foam that takes your breath away Some sea calls my name seducing me to walk on water like a child is drawn to birth but I worry how to make those steps unlike the child following her canal I misstep because I think while my former self small knew the way without worry and hence I fall through the waves the mountain in my path does not move and a mustard seed is too large to contain my faith


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I am the beach

“I am the beach”

The brilliant yellow sun slowly moves to the horizon and the voice of the beach, comes alive across the ocean waves.
“I am the beach, and here you shall find peace.”
“I am the beach and here you shall see and feel the power.”
“I am the beach and here you shall find solace every hour.”

For at this beach, there is much, that is revealed.
The glistening grains of salty sand, that blanket,  are a bed of comfort, too many.
Pause, as you come upon this lively beach, and listen to the symphony of waves, the powerful sound of the wind and the chorus of birds, singing their own songs, as they glide through the blue sea sky.

Feel the power of this beach, as it renews your inner being in a comforting way. 
You need not question the beach and its spiritual strength on any day. 
The omniscient power of a divine heavenly being is felt, heard and experienced at this beach.

 Every wave, every sound, every grain of sand and every pebble that is moved to shore by the thrust of the ocean's power is proof enough. 

Footprints, large and small, in the sand paint a beautiful picture amid the smell of the ocean air
Create a mindset of freedom and little care.
There is much to teach, but know for sure,
I am the beach. 



-Nick Schneider
4-13-12


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The Storm

Tornado whispers

Heavy sigh.

Frighten travelers

Rush  to illusionary safety.

Omnipotent nature

Threatens the human parasites.

Civilized nothing 

quickly destroyed.


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Walk barefoot beside me



Walk barefoot beside me

Written By Dean Masciarelli

June 12, 2010 (2:16pm)




Walk barefoot beside me 

Next to the shore by the sea 

On this beautiful lovely day

Where you and I can 
walk together 

Side by side 
romantically 

Hand in hand 

For miles and miles on end 

So that we can feel 
true 
peace and tranquility

Before the sun 
decides to fade away 
and hide for another day

So that you and I can truly 
embrace the essence of the sea 

Through  all of its Heavenly beauty


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Forever-Part 2

Pacabells cannon starts to play. The gates open and everyone looks my way. Beautiful black and red roses line the red carpet that leads to you. You look amazing tonight too. I look at my white dress as I step into the setting sun. The light catches the black sparkles and roses on my dress and makes me look beautiful, makes me feel like one. A black rose on this beautiful LA sand. A black rose that belongs to a wonderful man. I slowly walk down the aisle. I walk up to you and I smile. There's black and red roses on the alter and I get up ther. I can smell their sweet fregrance in the warm evening air. The paster starts as I look at you. You say you vouls and I say mine too. You say "I do," and I do the same too. You slip yet another beautiful ring on my finger and kiss me so sweetly. We hold hands and walk back down the beautiful rose lined aisle.

 

We walk to the peir where there are beautiful lights hung up everywhere. I spin to look at the beauty and you lean in close to me and say, "wait here." You walk up to the DJ and request and smile as a familure tune comes on. I continue to smile and I take your hand. you walk me back out onto the beautiful sand.  "Our first dance," you say. My smile gets bigger when I here Amazed starts to play. You pull me closer to you as we start to move from side to side. My nourvousness is hard to hide. "You okay beautiful?" you ask softly as you gently run your hand through my hair. "Yeah baby, I'm fine," I say as I see people gather around and stare. We dance and we sway sweetly and quietly. We kiss and dance slowly. We kiss again and you start to sing along with the song. I've been waiting for this day, I've been waiting so long.

 

We'r walking on the beach again. hand in hand. you still in your tux, I'm still in my dress. This is our future. Together. Forever. The setting sun catches my ring. It shines brightly. "I love you," I say and we kiss again. "I love you too," you say and gently pick me up.

You carry me back up to the house. You carry me up sairs and lay me on our bed. You lay beside me and gently kiss my head.

We lay there and talk for hours and hours. We smile and laughas our future stretches on in front of us.


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Circle/Cycle

Summer green by bitter hand
         In stealth of frost, 
   Robbed and robed 
         In white it breathes
                     While quietly
      All sleeps beneath the sheath
          Of coldest night
  As tufts of snow on branches bare
 Where once the apple shone ripe and red
           Now hangs the ice, like silent chimes
  Clear and sharp,  
        Shining by the silver light
            Moon so bright in winter sky
 Tomorrow's dawn, while sun arise
      To thaw and earth is robbed again, while drops
         Of tears, one by one
               Bid sad farewells
                  Yet smile of spring, it's time begins
                    Those chimes ring out, begin to sing
                           Where apple blossoms return again


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Sandy Times

Sandy Times
Trundling over soft
feet deteriorating downwards

Attempting migration
to impenetrable grains

Dramatic curving seas
landscaped for eyes to dance upon
 
Cloudy lilied surf
circumnavigates at the foot

Colourful daystar
skulks dreamingly away 

Big whites enshroud
the navigating splendor 

Scattered coral
Impinges the mind

Pebbles placed into
Intriguing decorations
On now rigid sand

Destinations met
The soul refreshed

Remembering
enjoying
Sandy times


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Winter Of Winters

No need to speak with mouths.
Moons have dropped like tears from our eyes.
Sadness is a ladder for us all to climb
Atop, where we'll eat sandwiches together and laugh,

Knowing
The struggle of wonder, that
Tradgedy is the forgotten joke,
The last ride at the fair,
The last star of the night.

In the winter we will walk shoeless,
Talking with other parts,
Bare-eyed and wandering,
Compassing hearts.


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My Getaway

The ocean is a place to be 
To get away from from everything 
To sit here on the shore
Having nothing to worry about 

I want to become 
One with the ocean 
Stay here 
For I have nothing to fear 

But there is so much to do 
So little time 
To see the world 
In one life time 

Now I'm going home 
Back from where I came from 
I say good-bye 
But I will be back next time


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Woman Down

The ocean cringed
Its body being violated
Over and over again
Nobody stopped it, only watched
With eyes filled with a disgusting lust
The ocean closed her eyes
And endured the pain
It was necessary
In trade, she'll go back to paradise
Every day, looking at her sky
The sky with curious brown eyes
And wonderful blonde hair
One violator fills her with trash
The next extinguishes a cigarette
On her already bruised body
But she endures it
Knowing better days are coming


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Somewhere Between Fall and Falsehood

Her chin was resting between her knees
Her fingers were running smoothly through the sand
She didn’t notice my arrival
She just sat, staring out at the ocean

I could hear the drop of the hallowed cave
It echoed and faded at the foot of the fissure
The natural awning shielded us from the sun
As the waves lapped slowly at her feet and not much further from mine

“What a view,” I said, resting my weight against the rocky walls
She looked up at me as if coming from a dream
For a minute, she just sat there looking wretched 
Heavy-handed, droopy mouth, bags under her eyes
But then she managed a smile; a weary smile
I returned it, then looked off at the ocean
The waves disappeared behind the horizon
And the sun fixed its reflection across the seascape

“Why are you here?” she asked with the effort of true curiosity
Squinting her eyes and pressing her face above her mouth
She’d been staring at the sun again
She could probably scarcely see me

I forced a smile and sat down close beside her
“The sun’s not going to help you, you know,” I said matter-of-factly
I continued to look at her as she buried her face in her legs again
Her dirty blonde hair wafting with the wind like meteor showers

“I know,” she said, muffling her speech
Looking away for a minute, I turned back to see her with tears in her eyes
“But what else will?” she genuinely asked, and softly sobbed
My mouth hung loose at her irregular directness 
Eventually catching myself, I put my arm around her shoulder
“I will.  We all will,” I said and smiled once again
In doing so she then relaxed her head on my shoulder
And for those few minutes, believed me fully

Somewhere deep within, she knew the truth though
And it would remain there, no matter how comforting my lies got


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The Tempest

The sea in turmoil lets the billows crash,
As the moon watches playful high tides,
Plunge to bathe the lone barren rocky beach;
Kindle a stormy froth and fuming backlash.
 
Never trust the sea with dark horizons;
For its waves change at their discretion:
  


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Lost

Here we see love once lost in the tumbles,

Coming swiftly from above the skies,

Towards the sea we lodged in rain of just,

To warm cherish our thoughts to sail by lust,

Beneath our souls to the garden of blues.


Here now we find get it from the clouds,

Thy long wounded broken love needs change,

On the sea sailed with oath to hold,

With tireless returns it blossoms for unfold,

Where untamed it stands naturally to glow.

 
Here its some miles we came shipping,

Seeking such love we had in those tender hoods,

Thy loves once threaten and loosened,

Certainly lost and now strangely contained,

To refine and to renew it once it smells olds.

 
Here magically risen to conquer ‘n to sooth,

Every injured feeling within for victory,

Underneath the flowers to tread by candle,

With every hope in the living hearts to handle,

Beneath our souls to the garden of blues.


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Just a Kiss

Perhaps it was just a kiss
warmer than your soul remembers
in that moment's comprehension
but no doubt only some dim fraction
of your inner light unbound and undressed
where you are entangled
longing to be entwined, forgotten, and lost
adrift upon the sea of no desire without direction
lingering there until the sky becomes sunset
sunset becomes night
night becomes dawn
and dawn becomes day again
born anew a thousand times
each time unique without parallel
perfect
wrapping around your own reflection
as your shadow consumes itself
in the darkness of your own light
and in the light of your own darkness
you become one without separation
floating in yourself
a salty sea within a sea of clouds reflected in an eye
each folding into the other
oozing slowly like molasses
or running fast as heavy liquid gold
birthing out of each part of the other
and diving back into the same blissful abyss
a continuum of sighs
layered over in a divine skin sliding
like silk across a warm lake of fire without flames
screaming or silent
in motion or stillness
ever changing but always the same
never really new but always fresh
you reach for the finish that will not come
but eventually slice yourself apart
to become two again
two so you can see the both
and comprehend the beauty
of having been one
and the desire to be that again
perhaps calling this love
you might forget it is your essence
and nature


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Little White Light

I walk outside and am 
surrounded
By water.
Not by blue, happy water,
But by a black horizon.
A little white light,
Way out in the distance,
It was looking at me,
Looked like the pathway to 
heaven,
It was telling me it was my 
time,
To go,
And die.
I listened to that little light,
That was out in sight.
I took that moment, 
Said sorry to everyone,
Grabbed my blade
And met up with that light.


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The Gull That Pushes North

What is this drug
That beats upon me with
Winged feet and heated hands?
What is it?
Is it the wine?
Is it the gull that pushes north?
Is it the tickling at my spine?

It doesn't stop.
Not even when I'm full.
It keeps it open and raw,
Still pushing 
For another days distraction.


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Perfection in the Sky

Some days you see perfection in the sky
and it can bother you that that perfection
is not within you

Some days you look up to see dirty buildings and filthy air
and you wonder where the beauty is 
and if it really still exists
and you realize the outside does not match the beauty 
desired inside

Some days the sky is gray and rain falls in relief
And its in these days that you are in peace
because whatever hindrance that you keep pent up
is somehow comforted by the sky's release
And that part of melancholy
can just be

...And it is in these days
when you are wrecked and cloudy,
that particles of hope condense
ready to rain joy upon you,
because you know that in the morning
bright blue will once again gleam in your eyes
and the air will breath of relief
and rainbows will speak of the promise of life
and the perfection you see in the sky
will spill straight into your soul


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Where Else Would I Be?

Author Note: When reading, picture the beauty of a setting sun at sea.



Steadfast, 
surveying in appreciation the mastery of creation.
A kaleidoscope of color, blends one into another, 
producing varying intensities,
fluid, 
wispy,
in the aftermath of sun setting;
a vision,
a rustic portrait of my vessel rushing,
as to prolong this rare site.

Water mimics glass,
nary a ripple before me;
changes to chaotic in my wake.

I am enchanted by the feast placed before me,
fortunate among men to bear witness.

This portal between heaven and earth, 
this is my place.
I am a sailor, where else would I be?


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The influence of March

Breaking winds came across the docks 
March has invaded 
Below a sky of pale blue mildly faded 
Floating around in one spot as thou they had to yield
Ships of beauty wrapped in white jackets
They rest like packages waiting to be unwrapped
Wore paint on cutting cold rails
No duologue, no chatter 
Just a sublet hint of spring 
A handful of scarce seekers popping out to peak 
Anticipating the fondness the summer brings 
And soon enough there will be a multitude of bodies 
Scrambling up and down the streets 
Places to go, people to meet 
Soon there will be sails to cut loose
Sun scorched backs and inviting aromas of the sea 
But for now stillness envelops the harbor
A reminder to embrace patience
As I peered out the window of time


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Blazin' Hope

With the spirit of a mermaid
  of depth and gold entwined
The red phoenix sun warms
  the marrow of the soul
The harmonic laughing that  
  deeply drums the beautiful
 rhythmn of what is yet to come


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Shear Simplcity

Unbinding direction
Streamlines across 
A wet surface
Like stars soaring through
Galaxies at an ease
Pushing, gliding, pausing

Oscillation of energy,
Imminent satisfaction
Trimming along the face
Of her breasts, a cyclone
Gradually riding down
Her body

Foot over foot compulsion
Consistently caressing
Ankles swiveling in unison
My wind exhaling
Toes cringing 

Motionless movements
On a vivid pallid 
Collapsing within itself 
Vanishing from existence
Her star falls far
Like a comets tail
Withering away
Into an emerging black hole


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Atmosphere

Crisp and penetrating
is our atmosphere.
It blankets the trees with no remorse -
their only opportunity for survival lies
in the roots that grasp the ground.

The bushes and flowers
have no hope of seeing tomorrow.
Their foundation is a needle trapped
in the mighty sea, that falls
endlessly further into it's
darkened depths, 
forgotten.


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Power

Its just me, 
here in front of the sea.

Yet what do you expect of me-
This monumental powerful sea!
What do you expect of little ol'me?

Dominant viscosity,
Frail frame of curiosity.

To see the fire,
Is to drown in full attire.

Little ol'me-
Grand sea.

Wonders to meet
Fine in company.


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Tarnishing Woe




~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Wrapped in woe
Here is a gash to sow
Pierced by bow

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Struck in woe
Here is a boat to row
Sunk by blow

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Scorched in woe
Here's a soul to mend
Seared by woe

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Slashed by woe
Here is a wound to sow
Bruised by woe...









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ENNUI OF THE LOST

Ennui conspires insipid moods
infringing human awareness,
ruled by a lunatic vision,
not controlled by insight and lucidity;
and desires of a Dolce Vita
mollify a false illusion
to appear on an intaglio, to gradually
become a shining insignia.


To steer a ship, takes effort and patience,
and if its course is guided by favorable winds,
all is well for the adventurous captain;
and should he lose focus, lured by lunacy and nihilism,
his enthusiasm wears out and failure sets in...
and his ship will lurch on unfriendly waves,
and his ennui lessens courage to deviate
from the safe route when nocturnal vision is lost indeed.


Ennui insinuates myopia,
muzzling the voice and halting 
the mind's performance,
thus forging the promise of  utopia; 
and the hunch is to pursue intuition
whenever it may lead...being
the holster controlling the steed,
getting rid of the humdrum and huff,
humming and ignoring the hourglass,
which trickles sand to infuse fear.
    


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Overshadow

As we walked alone
Under a golden sun
By the water side
Gazing unto her
Holding her tight
Under the wedging blue sky
She puts her hands in mine
Mine in hers
Her lips on mine
Bringing on me a peaceful bliss
We were not alone
We were just a shadow
In the romance of the sun and sea
But still, our romance
Shadowed the affectionate sea


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Blue Sicily

The morning haze lifts off
the clear, blue waters of Sicily and
moves on revealing an azure sky
reflected in the water.
Levels of blue from light to dark
display life forms not seen on land,
with actors performing in a theater under water.
The religious sisters emerge from the convent
out on a shopping day,
laughing, whispering as their blue habits wrap 'round them,
Mary's color moves down the street.
Etna spewed last night sending out fiery orange lava,
but today the peace of blue sky and white clouds
settles back to a pattern that is Sicily.




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HURRICANE DISASTER

                                              Voices in knots tied by 
                                              captain of trouble seas, 
                                              moans and cries are all 
                                              I hear.  Shipwrecked 
                                              soundless isolation 
                                              people in fear, clinging 
                                              to one another as one,
                                              sounds of the waves 
                                              crashing the fearless
                                              seas... People frantic 
                                              and no were to run! 
                                              Falling to your knees 
                                              you embrace the storm.
                                              You live for the danger 
                                              like your passion and 
                                              your tears crying out 
                                              for love you want 
                                              more... Now forceful 
                                              winds and the fierceful
                                               lighting you encounter 
                                               in upon the darken skies 
                                               above you see an angel
                                               upon the celestial lights 
                                               in the pouring rain.  In 
                                               ending of the hurricane 
                                                             storm...
 
                                              


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Fickle February

In our valley, often called the hardest month
              breathes  the fickle month of February,

When even the most beautiful of snowfalls
               has lost all excitement

Wind blows colder, and has a wild melancholy wail

February is never monotonous, but promises one last final phase

         Where brooks running down the hill to the pond
                 carry ice lace to the water below

The woodpile, has now diminished,
            so that it no longer reaches the windowsill

The crackle of the log on the fire
     will soon be silent, and we will one day miss that comforting sound

Just as we will we soon miss the fragrance
      of the of hearty soup 
                that simmers in a kettle on the back burner of the stove

So often are we
            as fickle in our longings, 
                       as fickle as the fickle month of February


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As Seasons Change

Which is it?....
An ending, or a beginning?
Seasons, circling around each other like rustling leaves...
Which one steals the show, takes the glory?
With crimson crepe myrtle blossoms bursting
Yet struggling, hanging on in spite of north wind blowing.
With leaves falling, acorns dropping bouncing off a winding concrete path
The promise of a different landscape, sits on the horizon....
Sun ripe skies, still clear, yet clouds of change are watching....waiting patiently
Early morning chillness,...rosy, amber evenings
Swimming holes, sandy beaches, mountain hikes...still alive by afternoon light
Memory of watermelon still lingers...sweet on the tongue
But quietly, a fond return, like the welcome home of old friendships...
Are cooler nights and shorter days
Of pumpkins turned from green to gold, crisp apples almost ready to pick
Greasy barbecues, pushed in corners, lawn chairs stacked on garage rafters
The fragrant burning of logs, chimney's coming alive with smoke
Books, pencils, notebooks, lunch pails, bright yellow buses
Stadiums filled, Friday night lights,  
Popping corn and chili beans, casseroles, and steaming mugs
One last day at the beach, closing with chill in the evening air
And ending....or a beginning......circling 'round each other once more
                                                                             like rustling leaves....


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A Hangover Remains

I blinked, denying somber skies,
that spared no light between her lips and yours
but patient, pregnant umbras came,
their membranes black and blue,
their countless seaborn numbers bred
to consecrate my lone eternity.

Ripe thunderheads churned in our buttered skies
and eerie purple dragons bled.
My mind romanced by wise east winds
with thin, gray whispers; ghostly, strange.

The whitecap rhythms preordained
that all was fair on baffled seas,
and Captain Morgan cares not if I'm gull or dove;
a virgin or a saint.

I drank forgotten ecstasy and poured
rum laced confessions sweetly rotten
I stripped my sail and set it free
to ride the amber swells down to the bottom.

Forever seemed too short to be so sober,
an uptight soldier minding angels 
pitching chaste, apocalyptic angles
of tender mercy and forgiveness.

You didn't see me on the deck
your burnt mahogany beneath my feet
a proud, drunk masochist wrapped up
in shrouds of wicked amethyst
enjoying dangeroues silver lashings.

I survived the rage
my spine intact, my will afloat
though plum cordial hangovers sometimes roll in
and solemn, sea-hymns tickle cyan waves
around shifting, melancholy tombs.

But Captain Morgan winks most of the time
his spiced rum lashes sweeping skies,
blonde curls of soft, dim-day elixirs spill
to damp bronze coffee grounds along
so many beaches left that I can storm.


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The Captain and the Figurehead

I fell in love in between your fingers,
In the corners of your smiling eyes,
In your crests and in your valleys,
In your creases and peaks,
In your perch where I fly.

You are the wind that pulls on time's grip
And fills my sail
In our ship.

Braving tumultuous tides 
With you, a queen
In the bare-bone sea
                    We flee.


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May Surprise

Who remembers, is it only me?
Flour paste, scissors and pretty colored paper
Assembled upon the table, the early morn in May
This memory shrugs so many years away
Our innocence, cut and shaped
Into bright-sprigged paper cones
Such sweet accomplishments, each our own
Then quickly running out the door
To pick spring beauties, violets galore
Or lady slippers, wildwood fern, we gathered them
Sweet Williams, heavy on their stems 
And fresh as morning dew, filled with bloom
The paper cones were flower filled
And paper handles dried, smells of sweet perfume
Then down the dusty road we trudged
Arms loaded side by side
No greater pleasure as a child
The thought of bringing someone smiles
Then knocking on each neighbor's door
And calling "May basket...Surprise!"
Our little legs then running quickly, down the road, 
Behind a tree, we would hide
And watch them find this flower prize
Must not....get caught.....must not get caught!
And we were taught
That bringing light to someone's eyes
Was worth a lot !!
Under May Day's vibrant skies


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Sultry Awakening

Sun beams radiate heat
Sand beneath your skin
Rhythmic beat
Foam against the shore
Take you under

Sultry music
Whispered salt, through sea air
Soaked breeze
Parts through waves of hair
Flowing
To drown you in serenity
Peace

Pure bliss lifts you up
Lull you.. you sit still
But rapid waters
Constantly moving
Still move you

Close your eyes
Breathe it all in
Imagine God's hands upon your face
Cleanse your spirit
Feel your soul breathe
That first clear breath after sudden rebirth
Washed over, caressing off time's scars
Taken, and brought back new again

Sun beams radiate heat
Sand beneath your skin
Rhythmic beat
Foam against the shore
Take you under......


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Maritime Warfare

Gray ships
Docks and ports

Palm trees 
And mangoes

Fresh breeze
Wide relief


A night on shore
Red lips, hot breath

Oh, no
Baby wails

Woman sits on golden land
Bundle in hand

Agony
The choice.


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Atlantic Ocean Trois-par-Huit

                                      Atlantic Ocean
               
                                         Pretty blue
                               Swallows the children down
                 Consumes them whole with sharks testing fate

                 Swells apologizing for wasting ships in storms
              Crashing bold waves of liquid before tides give birth

                            Babies rocking gently on your foam
                                   Cradle the vast warm Sea
                                             Atlantic 

                                                                      6/12/14 Choose Your Favorite Body contest 
                                                                      Trois-par-Huit 


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Her Secret Seas

I’m jumping in head first
I don’t care how deep it is
She bleeds beauty so well
It seeps through cracked walls

My fingers paper-cut
and aching to a beat
From writing, turning pages
I’d give them all to her

She lays her head somewhere
on some far away cloud
to listen as the rain falls
on some far away boy

I hardly even know her
So curious, this silent spell
I’m electrified through distance
Roads, skies, and mountains

If she would have it so
I would find her in her bed
Asleep on some silver dream
And humming my song

Awaiting patiently a signal
That I am free to take off
A granting of passage
To traverse her secret seas


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I Do

Admist the rocky mountains
And the natural springs 
Comes a better place I remembered things

under this lamp post is where
you first asked me to take 
your hand in marriage 

I remember you down on 
one knee and the snow was 
just starting to fall 

You looked like a little lost puppy 
looking for a way to speak I
took your hand and said yes

That was over twenty years ago
And to this date we still come back
to the Springs of Colorado and say I Do



Tribute To Colorado
Rocky Mountain High


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Spring holiday fever

Daffodils bunch, spring has sprung,
Sun raises higher to waken sleepy heads;
No time for hibernation now as spring fever hits, - 
create time to get together; go fly a kite, 
or sit and chill, make daisy chains.

Let the sunshine bring warm sunny days.
In meadows baby lambs take their first steps;
whilst mad March hare hops and plays
with baby bunnies dotting the green fields 
of the countryside.

A season where everything wants to bloom,
time to trim those lawns and weed again;
and all just in time before spring rains
will once more aid those thirsty 
flowers and bulbs as they grow.

For it is now that gorgeous butterflies 
flutter gracefully by giving nature a helping hand;
pollinating the kingdom while watching little chicks -
crack open their Easter eggs, just in time
to join in the madness of this happy holiday season.


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Not a place to go

No place I`d ever go to,
Far better things to do 
Than be a red tomato 
On a sandy barbecue.

No time I`d want to live
Have better things to do
Than be a bloody monster 
In a concentration camp.

No person I`d want to be
I Have one life to live
Than be a shit star o` porn
Squashed `tween two pumping bodies.

Had rather be myself
Living
What feels right.


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The Tide Roll In

The tide stand tall 

The wind blow strong

A  clap of lightning

Strike’s with a vengeance

The thunder roar with

With a frightful loud roar

I hear a tremendous squeak

I see a of  flicker of light

Totally black and silence

Follows..

The tide stand tall and began

To roll in

Taking everything back into

The sea..

To shackle it down to a watery

Grave..


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electrons on my right

how i love the times
we have already forgotten
in the slip stream of 
another argument
as to how it really was
oh how i miss my clarity
and now you tell about 
how you also miss
your clarity
and as we try to mesh
these different stories together
we turn into
lava
waiting to cool
into soil
that produces
palm trees
macawes
and beaches
but thousands of miles away 
from one another
standing like shells
washed in from archaic oceans
we 
listen within
the conch
to hear our far reaching
tell tales
with hard ears
and tongues of 
barnacles


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free verse 1

this is my first time actually trying free verse. 
give me your thoughts, where i need improvement or what have you. 
any help is appreciated


we live in mingled symmetry 
with port holes in our face
stepping back we see the past
while stepping forward its gone again
you see the water rising slow
as if the ocean had swallowed us
dragging us down, further than we thought
but no one has yet to panic
we know the end must come
and come it shall

we looked into the waters depths
to see if its alright
the light has dimmed from the surface
not much is left to see.
a piercing shriek escapes the blue
and reaches inside our ships walls
we wont be back to the ones we loved
but panic we shall not

our blood stays warm in the face of this new threat
the water seeping passed the cracks of the boards
how the ship has withstood so much
none of us can be sure
intact it stays, as we hit the bottom
the cracks get larger with the force
a spray of salty ocean infiltrates
ignoring everything in its path.


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FLOCK OF BOATS

FLOCK   OF   BOATS


Who hasn’t watched boats bobbing in the shallows
Restlessly pulling at their slack tethers in the softly breaking waves?
They  are live things with souls that stretch out to the horizon,
And feel happiest  with the splash of deep saltwater against their cheeks.
Their boards shrink with dry sun and shelter, paint peels,
For they need to swell their flesh in life-giving  pitch and roll
And fill their sails with hopeful energy, their tillers leaning hard
Against the tide, and ropes taut as bowstrings,  heading  home,
Arrow-straight, as  geese in a late autumn sky, before sunset.


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High Tide Returns

High Tide Returns

Once he sailed the fast Clipper of his heart
A mariner over blessed waves
Once on a fathom sea of womanhood
He drew water 
To each compass point in her eyes
His sails were prayers 
Laid in every pale crest and trough    
The wind an alter 
Where he stowed every breath and thought of love
The sea and canvass he was  
As he sailed the schooner of his heart 
At high tide

And pulled by the rolling breakers
And lured by the soft gentle sands
For The Sirens song
He braved the ragged teeth of the waters
Came to where the masts and rigging 
Seduced his ship beaching
On easy and conciliate sands
The keel of his soul ran aground

Marooned now amidst angry rocks
Winter storms consuming the dunes
Of love
Stuck fast the once kissing prow
Trapped to scavenge the wrecks of hearts
High tide is an echo 
Has not returned yet
To slip the schooner from the drifts

A beachcomber to weather the blizzard 
Waiting for the days to be warmer
This icy wind must someday cease in its bite
Hidden behind his tiny fire light
The sea she has bought him the driftwood of love
To warm the desolate nights

He can hear the new surf calling
Telling of gentler deeps ahead
Soon the heavy keel shall lift from this subtle trap 
Then the moon may grant him high flood
And rest the rudder from her hands
Turn from the compass of her eyes
Set sails to another 
To where an ocean resides

Even now he can hear her calling
Within the waves and the crests of this shore
Already the canvas is dreaming
Of catching another wind and billowing
So his heart will guide them once more

Say no farewell to these rocks and these crags
Where she bid him suck on these barnacled reefs before
He will not miss the soft gentle sands 
He never had
And to this sad and cold beech 
Where she once led his ship
Shall return never more


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The Gathering

As the morning frost recedes

     life abounds all around,

              In wait;

yellow grasses, shrubs, maples, and oaks 

      promise an impossible,

         spectrum of green,  

    birds of every sort gather

            in celebration

  their sweet melodies carried

        by a cool breeze

             beckon

new life, new hopes, new dreams;

           new possibilities 

    in this intimate moment

             of all time


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A Rose and A Woman

A rose represents beauty
Much like a woman 
They are unique
Not one
Is an exact replica

A rose in its glory
Is beaming under 
A buttermilk sky
Freshly radiant
With raindrops
Of sky-water

Like a woman
A rose slowly
And methodical
Unravels its core
Will Let go
And mesmerize you 

Their embrace
Of unending 
Lingering passion
Embrace 
Their mate
A Sea of fertility

Renewing a promise
To return to
For up to
Eighty years 
Or death 
Of old age

Their skin soft 
As velvet satin
As fragile 
As porcelain
They unfold
Their Bosom

They come in many 
Hues and colors
Blood-silk red
Glistening Ivory
Fresh goldenrod

A rose and a woman
Cannot endear
Without tender affection
And nourishment
If their mates
Take care

They will
Awaken their spirits
And become
As bright 
As moonbeams
In a sea of starlight

Their intoxicating Aroma
 Pheromones entice
Both rose and woman
Will unfold their souls
Year after year 
For your delight

Copyright, Heather Mirassou   June 28, 2010



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Kaleidoscope Pixies

Watching the sunlight shatter
and regroup to sliver again
in refractory bliss across the bay
evening shadows lengthen
and the kaleidoscope pixies
play across my eyes
while the silent hiss of suns' set
under rose and lavender skies
etches my life.


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Aswim in love

I have been redeemed
from young love's wreck.
The call and beck of your heart:
redeem, heal.
Numbed the feel
and lie of unwanted/
unworthy.
Soul scurvy
was every thought 
in mind
and heart.

But I start again
knowing love is all that is eternal.
And as a kernel of truth infects
this barren field of mine,
another line is drawn
in the dirt between
truth and lie.
Claw and tooth they fight
for the victory of my Amen.

Do you ken?
That a thousand lies
are like the sand on the shore?
And sure they abound,
but truth is the surf
in which we swim,
and dim is that sand
beneath our bellies.
And under the current,
the lies ever recurrent
surface once more.
Only to be washed,
lost again.
As the tide pulls us away once more...


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Mermaid Dreams

Mermaid Dreams
It started in dreams

Wings giving way to tail
Your scales growing in phases
taking away more of you
We wrapped your knees and ankles with ribbons first
binding away your humanness
losing your kick

You stitched and sewed
a rainbow cocoon
losing hips, ankles, and knees
forcing you to master dolphin undulations

In dreams seamless
Rising and falling each crested wave
Breathing in your ocean
Salting you Mermaid

First published: Dual Coast


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Mermaid Memory

make a mystery
out of me
mermaid my way
stay, stay, stay
and play
with shimmery
iridescence
tranquil greens
ocean blues
hues and hues
to all my clues
 
seashell stardom
as I ride the surf
dolphins beside
I glide
over and under
the waves I slide
 
long luscious locks of blond
ebb and flow
along the tides
 
satiate me in your saltwater
seaweed is my satin
coral my coronation crown
the elements my elation
 
mythical sea creature 
I am
beauty in brackish bubbles
I smile in saline splendor
 


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WINTER RESPITE - (re-submit)

January
February
Sitting atop a frozen world
In this igloo house
Hovered o’er by Gods
Of ice and snow
In their awful grey vault of heaven!

Some Jupiter’s joke up there
Has turned things upside down
Somewhere above the roiling roof
Lay a land of spice and fruit
Mind reaching out
Logy along the vein
Tastes the unpeeled
Plumb of paradise
One short minute’s warmth

But then
Back down again
January
February
This igloo house


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Sighs of the Moon

I hear the sounds
Of the moon rising
The white light
Sending sighs
Over the sea
Of thought
Where sounds
Come from beyond
Such as the moon
Creates
Whilst rising
Over the ocean
The majestic sea
Looking over
The worship of words
Touching souls
Beyond what the moon
Can carry
May the light
Beam down on me

Russell Sivey


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Sandcastles

Between Haven and Drain, between salt and fresh, 
youngsters delight - sacks of sand for castles -  let's!

The bags all white except two that are blue, so why this hullabaloo? 
The politicos have pounced fearing a wave of reaction, but will this 
mean any traction, let alone any long term, effective action? 

The borough's been here before, we seem to be always in the news, 
whether it is the wave of migrants that some would like to us to ouse away, 
yet I say live and let live should be the order of the day: if we stand 
together to tame the Sea, this challenge could change us, you and me, 
if others help us too; if not so be it - let us be - we won't be beaten by all of thee.    


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Sea Drift

oh lonely life, adrift at sea
one for me, two for me
the birds like vultures
circle in vain endlessly

because i am alive and set free
with nowhere in particular to be
the endless reaches comfort me
for what it all matters, it matters not

days like ice
melting and sinking
to the bottom of the lake
the moon like a knife
jutting its way into the sky
i sense you
from far away i know your love
this feeling
so much more than mutual trust
abiding in each other with words of hope
this feeling
so much more than simple lust
i write to you in hopes you'll know it's you
and only you

i took a dive
and i survived
but now i can only dream of
all i left behind

i never wanted to lose you


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Morning Treasures

Morning Treasures
     By Dane Smith-Johnsen

A hint of golden sun on treetops glows.
One brown leaf floats slowly toward the ground.
Autumn, not yet arrived, stretches her wings.
Sunshine beaming beyond dense trees glows bright.
Thus, giving just a glimpse of life beyond woods.
Reflections of a busy past recalled.
Gratitude rises through the clouds to God.
All-knowing wisdom brought me to this peace.
Tranquil reflections and life with love merge.
As morning awakens, anticipation hopes.
And sorrows that have borne pain dissipate.
Armed with joy, pain no longer has a grip.
The morning light heightened brightens life’s view.
Optimism is born.  This day is new.  
And at dusk, I shall say adieu, adieu.

9/27/09


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HAZEL-EYED MA GREW THE LOVELIEST BEGONIAS

Hazel-eyed Ma grew the loveliest begonias
on her neat and colorful balcony; and if rains
were scarce, she would water them...
until the fragrant buds would bloom!
 

Exactly at eight o' clock, for three seasons,
she tendered for them with her caring hands;
and no weeds would mar their beauty so exquisite...
all the nuns came rushing from the Convent!


Sing, adorable mother, sing another aria...the happiest one,
as you caress your flowers with the gentlest touch;
crowds will gather underneath your festive balcony, to listen
with interest and acclaim you for your superb vocals! 


Hazel-eyed Ma grew the loveliest begonias not seen
in the most spacious and elegant gardens;
she suddenly was known as the flower woman,   
but also became the envy of many housewives.    


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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Absolution

I let the pussy go today; he scratched me to get away
I told him to take the tool with him
Because it would prick me instead of helping me
I took the arrows out of my back
There are bits of stone left behind from the arrowheads
But I don’t feel them anymore
I took my four small bottles of Holy Water
And gave them to people who respect me
Then I went to the ocean
I took my heart shaped shell
It was broken in two
I stepped into the waves and let the waters cover my feet
Slowly I opened my hand
And let the pieces fall into the water
I watched them for a long time as they tumbled to and fro in the waves
This was the hardest to let go of
I knelt in the water and pondered how the shell moved toward me
And then away from me with the tide
Some people believe all life came from the sea
But I know this letting go is best for me
And as I get up and turn my back on the ocean
I walk slowly but with a confident stride
Not looking back
Not ever looking back 
Forgiveness has been given
My footsteps in the sand will disappear over time
Like I already have
And that’s alright
The boulder has been lifted off my chest
And I look straight ahead, walk through the sand
Up the steps, along the fence
And into my future


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Silence

After millions of seconds,
every second seeming,
much longer than the other.
All we wanted was good news, 
all we wanted was you...

 A night with little excitement 
only listening to the music, 
and watching stars make lame jokes,
 my sister and I heard a ring,
only faint cause the phone was outside.

Praying that everything was all right
we only wanted you safe,
we hear a sob from my mom.
As the moment my life fell apart
the good news never came.
 
You ran,
you jumped,
you swam, 
you quit.
Why?
I don't understand.

We still haven't stopped asking questions,
Why you? Why us? Why then?
Those questions will never be answered.
It's been almost five years
Why?!

When you left you took a part of us with you,
My mom says hello, 
Can you say hello to Ashley for me? 
I hope you take her camping, and watch the stars at in the sky.
I hope everything's alright.

I know your dad came to join you,
Does it make you happy when people join you,
maybe that's what was going through my sisters mind,
maybe we all miss you more than you'd expect

Ever since you've been gone,
there has been a silence,
never questioned cause we don't want to face the truth
I wonder if you had more time if you wouldn't have done it,
do you regret it, or do you like the silence in the clouds.

We will never understand why you ran.
Life hasn't been the same since,
it's gone done hill from there,
you will always be in my thoughts.


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salt marsh~ (a syntu)

marsh
hear the rattle of the clapper rail
buffer of strong seas
grassy refuge of the great egret
wetlands


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Ocean Mystery

To sail away on a sunken ship
And reach the horizon below
To gaze at the moon
And see naught but reflection
To wonder what lies beneath
To dream of the ship
To live in the world

To pass the horizon beyond


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Bee's

{bee's}

the dancing machines
please stay away from everyone's knees
you very nasty

{bee's}

Please please please
stay away from especially
my knees you very nasty 
and honorable theives

{bee's}

so please fly off to those daisies
for these these these are the only way I want it to

{ bee's }





Little Song Jenny And I came Up When She Was 4 LOL 
Thanks All For Stopping

Also Entry For Matt Caliri's Contest
Funnest-hardest Poem Ever


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Sandalwood Soul

Remember me When sandalwood scents sail on sea breezes My soul is the sea Shells and driftwood are strewn on my heart Engulfed I’ll be When waves reclaim my footprints Count on me To awaken memories through sandalwood My soul remains free Even if my ashes are cast into the Atlantic With you I’ll be Each time sandalwood wafts my way Inhale me And my soul will be in you eternally October 12, 2014


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Liquid Ice

For so long I’ve tread this water
Every once in a while
As I think of what I’m not
A cold current drags me under
Freezing my lungs
Every once in a while 
As I think of your love
Warm currents push me up
Far above these crashing waves
But as this gentle sea turns to the sea of reality 
And warm currents disappear 
This water turns to liquid ice
Rushing down my throat
Filling up my lungs
Pulling me down
Deeper and darker
Till the surface disappears
And not even your love can bring me back up
As I’m doomed to sink
My entire body suffers shock
And there’s nothing left to shake me alive 
My limbs too tired to move against these waves
Every push, every stroke brings no change
The sting of this liquid, frozen harshness 
Will hopefully someday turn these dead arms numb
I close my eyes, embrace the cold
And I don’t even realize
I’ve stopped swimming
I’m descending


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The Deadball Era

when it comes to baseball
there was one team that we shall
remember from it's past

it's the nineteen twenty seven 
        N.Y Yankees

amidst this legendary collection 
you shall find the hotest team 
that ever played baseball

starting with their owner Jacob Ruppert
followed by his general manager Ed Burrow

not to mention the players

starting At first base was Lou Gehrig
rounding second was Tony Lazzeri playing
shortstop was Mark Koenig and
heading for third was Joe Dugan and
at home plate was their catcher Pat Collins

And in the Yankee outfield were right fielder
Babe Ruth center fielder Earl Combs and 
left fielder was Bob Meusel

Now let me introduce you to some of their starting pitchers
we have Wait Hoyt or you may like to see in
Herb Pennock or even maybe George Pipgras
and if thats not good enought then they had
Dutch Ruether and Urban Schocker and don't forget
about the releif pitchers Myles Thomas and Bob Shawkey
along with Joe Giard and Walter Beall while
closing their games with Wiley Moore

As one Washington Senator named Joe Judge said 
when they got tromped 21-1 in their game 
was these fellows not only beat you 
but they tear your heart out

So From the chilling mocking Murder's Row
of the dead ball era comes to you a great
team of players that is now safe at home



In Memory Of The 1927 Yankee's 
May You All Be 
Angels In The Outfield


Also Entry To Matt Caliri's 
On Baseball Contest


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Hurricane Wilma

As we watched her from across the sea,
an eerie feeling came over me.

Her sisters we had met before,
so happy were we when they left our shore.

Slow and seductive she stayed on her course.
Taunting and teasing having no remorse.

For days she haunted us, we had not a clue.
None of us knew what she might do.

Nervous we watched her and prayed for the best.
Hoping she was not like the rest.

Katrina and Rita her sisters were named,
her we named Wilma in hopes she was tame.

Then as she eased upon our shores,
we boarded the windows and bolted the doors.

The rain it did pour, the wind it did wail,
some houses were flooded by this tropical gale.

Soon it was over, we all looked outside.
The power was gone, many trees lay aside.

But happy we were that she had not seemed,
as mad and mean as her sisters had been.


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To Sea

To Sea

I would like to think that
The big, white birds soaring
Over choppy waters
Or the way my camera captures
A straight, bold beam of light
Is a vision of sorts –
A gift from you,
To me.
This vision would say:
	“Hey!
		I’m still around,
Right here –
I linger where our bodies first touched on
Warm summer ground”
I would like to think that
You are watching us,
Now –
The strips of bark have become
Sea worthy vessels;
The children, captains of 
Sticks-and-Sand,
They run amok, marvelously
On this jutting peninsula
Just as, once, you and I.
I would like to think that
We haven’t lost touch –
Not really;
You are merely seeking solace in
Strong, biting winds as they
Blow by the dockside;
That you are merely warming
Wings yet too weak to
Fly.
I would like to believe that 
The caress of breath on my
Shoulder is you.
I turn.
You are gone.


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Tequila

Pennylane wore shiny cheap
plastic knee high boots
with the pointed toe and
pencil heel.
Stumbling sandy steps 
forty miles frim Tijuanna.
She wore a strippers silk skirt, 
swishing against pale, thin thighs.
Penny was seducing salvation 
in Augusts torrid sandy
impoverished paradise.
Pacific air, pushed up, 
wretched rock cliff faces,
blowing her small frame,
tossing sand to mix with 
the blow in her purse.
She'd hold her tequila bottled 
tight, exposing small
white knuckles
clinging to clear fluid
clutching and encasing the 
desert water.
Corrupting, coursing, pushing,
spinning the trapped little worm.
She hated and loved the caged 
creature, she liked that 
her grasp, staggering step
could control his motion and at
bottle's end,
she could swallow his fate.


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It's Magic!

It’s Magic!

FOR MY NEXT TRICK,
I’ll take away what is making
Everyone sick around here.

I’ve been hired by BP to
make the oil spill magically disappear.

Hocus pocus! Abracadabra!
Here take this pill,
wear this amulet spelling
ABRACADABRA to ward off this disease,
and put on these rose-colored glasses.

That black splat out
there is just whack!

According to BP,
It’s really just a
big blob of bird crap!


CATCH PHRASE POEM ENTRY


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REMEMBER WHEATLEY

REMEMBER WHEATLEY

You called me dear a pagan land
When all my big sons in hand
In prayers fully drowned Allah they
Often quoted in their fated disarray
To the New World. Their masters
In true myths to rule were teachers.
Haley in his lively Roots with tear
I always read quotes not all beer
And skittles he brazenly brought
From your elders in boats caught.

Wheatley dear do you still bear
Grudges for the silent conspiracy
That drove you wildly westward
Launching to life my bankruptcy?

My freed sons deeming untoward
What happened to us backward
On me drew limitless churches
Some synagogues and mosques
Called Jehovah, God and Allah
In unison with molten voices risen.
 
Black as Cain is Christians’ view
For Islam in piety all men differ
The white as godly then thought
Even in books we are all taught
Was the settlers’ cunning taunt.
For black’s e’er painted diabolic
To mar the race’s true record as
Luther King pointed in thesaurus.

Remember Wheatley dear
In the West or in the East the least
We can say dear men are equal.

Douala, November13, 2014

JAAFAR SADIG EL WAAD


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VINCENT'S REVENGE

                                            Oh
                                             My
                                             God!
                                     It’s a real head
                             But treated like a pumpkin
                       Deep eyes      two holes for a nose
                      And a mouth            red as hell’s fire
                         Flames are coming out each hole
                           We understand  Vincent Price
                                Was mad at his producer
                                    Chop!………Chop!


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Nullifying negativity

                         
                 I have been twenty-seven for many, many years now,

                 some Viking reminds me that swimming naked in the 

                 warm sea nullifies negativity: the crawl out of problems, 
 
                 the side stroke of being at ease, the breast stoke born

                 first in us when we want to hold our head high in the 

                 sea out of caution and dignity, our head skywards 

                 while floating on one's back is something else if no 

                 flying machines appear just the blues and yellows 

                 and white of the above all the love of smart sun   

                 tasting nature's salary of well being in the blue, 

                 or green sea like tea, with white tops as the water is 

                 almost as close to us as a lover, keeping us afloat 

                 in life bouyed up by our children, families and friends.    


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First Glimpse

  Riddled with sand,  

  She walks toward the beach

 Rocks scratch  her painted nails;

		 
The snow that clouded her mind

Slowly dissolves into sea foam
		
Erasing cold midwest memories;


Her feet edge into the water

She grins ear to ear

The ocean is now a reality


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Back to the Beach

washed ashore
wanting more
reaching down to feel for my fin
I find legs intact
 
retreat to consciousness
sand kisses
sun somber
starfish salute
render my ocean
back to my body 
water baby no more 
with
toes tickled in foam
 
was my ocean caprice
a film?
all in my mind?
no, I know
where I have been
crazy, yes
but not insane...
 
sand castles played realities' tune
fortune found her pleasures
my follies are mine this time!


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Drown

The waves look so inviting, 
I am now up to my knees. 
Im tired of always fighting, 
The force that I must please. 

The sea cries out my name, 
My waist is now below. 
It hurts so much, this pain, 
So just call off the show. 

The current pulls me farther, 
My feet have left ground. 
This is exactly what I wanted, 
Because now im going to drown.


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Past Lives

Merman in a tide pool
Mermaid of my mind
 
Gallup me unicorn
Center my centaur
 
Mysticism in myth
Is it real?
Not now, but maybe before 
 
Once a unicorn
Today I canter
Towards my destiny
 
Now a maiden
Washing her hate away
In the waves
 
Roll me tight, ocean orgasm
Salvation is in your frolic
Saturate my satin bodice
Salt me in your water
I, in your liquid folds
You, Mother Ocean an envelope
of movement 
Crade me to serenity


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Regenerated hope

Regenerated hope, 
as new birth of nature 
begins to spring forth 
with warmth.


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Between Us there are Seas

Between us there are seas,
There is an observed love.
 
There are nights in glow of morn, 
Gloomy and miserable  
 
Is it a bevy of birds-- 
Or an angel from my windows 
Overlooks?  
 
Ah, there are evenings
From fire and salt 
There grunts launched by shadows 
There are thorns injuring dreams 
There is a comma, wriggling 
Between dusk and twilight 
Creates from the night, tales
From the dream, Legends  
 
Ah, O nights that never seen! 
If you were, crimson, green or yellow!
Glows, in my poetry now, and forever 

Written by © Fatima Nusairat


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Key West

called on by a quiet shore, 
a calm, and lucid, lonely shore, 
not in a dream-she's wide awake-
but by a voice through whistling wind, 
a draft, 
she hears a spirit sing
a calm and peaceful hymn, 
for fallen hearts, 
and broken wings; 
'sweet child, come to me, 
the salty sea.
i can show you how to be, 
and everything your tired soul
will ever need, 
to finally
fall asleep.
bring your brothers, 
bring your friends, 
tell your sisters not to worry, 
that it's not yet the end, 
and that they can all come now, 
safe and sound, 
and rest their heads.
I won't let them drown, 
or even let them weep, 
and they may all, finally, 
fall asleep.'

'You are lost, 
and wandered lonesome.
But I won't leave.
You will always have the ocean, 
and the mountains, 
and the trees.
I am your keeper
and I promise you, 
that I will see
that everything you fear
will wash away with me
when I put you, 
finally, 
to sleep.'


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Sea Song

All the souls that float in the sea

before they came as men without kings

they sailed so long forgetting their wives

they only sung with rum as their bribe

All the souls that float in the sea

once they were some men without dreams

they pushed the waves and made the gulls scream

they drank their scotch and whiskey alone

All the souls that float in the sea

before they drowned these men could have redeem

they thought they were the prince of all thieves

but their best riches are lost deep inside me


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Age

Run to the seashore
collect shells
build sand castles
laugh

Sand in your toes
flip-flop footprints
deep in the sand
smiles

That baby
grows older

No more
childish laughter

Run in the waves
bring friends
with you

Poke dead jellyfish
pick up tiny crabs
feel slippery seaweed
in between your fingers

That toddler
grows too

frown at the kids
smile flirtatiously
at lifeguards
and surfers

relax in the sunshine
tan in your swimsuit
lie on the towel
under an umbrella

That teenager
gets older

Brings her own
children
with their father
to the beach

and watches her kids,
watches her babies,
grow too.


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The Sea of Emotion

The Sea is an emotion,
Rising and rising with odium,
As it plummets into its abyssal,
Woe of a shell.
Or into its soiled filled blues
Blues of burning fury
Blues of sad melodies
And joyous blues,
Robbed of its, own joyful blues.
Left to hear nothing,
But the cry of a calm wind.

The wind that controls the sea,
The wind that,
Sooths its anger or it feeds its rage.

But what happens when the calming wind,
Can calm no more, or play its soothing melodies.
What will happen to me, when I the sea,
Cannot be calmed anymore,
When I the sea have lost all sense of control,
When I the sea erupt in dusk waters,
Filled with the fury of my indigo soul




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Quay Note

Currachs, like upturned whales beached

as musical notation on the quay.

Those sleek, mussel shelled torpedoes

ready to cleave though

wavewalls, green  and white-tipped,

chasing schools of quick-silver with

hand-strung nets tuned to their scales.

Rhythmic fingers conduct these vessels

in ancient songs that harmonise

with an underwater chorus,

carrying the music booming deep through the years,

where the call and response of the tides

meets the Blasket sound of memory.


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Easy Dreams

Treasure hunting and antique jewels
Salvaged shipwrecks where King Titan rules
X marks the spot on Blackbeards’,
 gold in the sand
How far will you  go, and what will it cost
….when all is lost

  


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God's Little Critters

vast wilderderness she lays her head 
moss strewn rock beds and nil vegetation 
in the distant the lone wolf begins to howl 
no sun to call her own   
just gotten entangled in a predators sneer 
shes begins gnawing frantically
blood soaked coating
and one less hoof to stand with
this tiny deer finally had gotten freed
just as I was picking up the phone to
call animal control to help out
one of God's own little critters  




Tribute To
God's Critters

Also Entry For
Laura Mckenzie's
Beyond Nightfall Contest


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simplistic

i wonder 
i wander
i love you
i love the fact that you have no idea

of who i am

let's keep it this way

goodbye

hello


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The Ocean.

A big black ocean 
Filled with sorrow, pain and thoughts of death 
Swallows me whole 
The waves smother me 
So i cant breath 
I try to swim to the top 
To breath 
To live 
To be me again 
But its to overwhelming 
To painful to care 
I want to stay at the bottom 
Of this hurtful ocean 
To be numb 
And not feel 
The hurt inside 
The pain I have 
The pain I have caused 
The pain Ill always carry with me 
Forever.


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Last sighting

Still searching we walk to edge of tide
To where waters tickle the toes 
At different edge each night
Here you were last seen
That dreadful night
Disappearing

Washed away with tidal sands and seas
Your mind tormented with unease
Released by natures blessing
As each wave comes over
Fleeting moments lost
As older things
remembered

Your footprints gone only whispers remain
Your life we shared and loved, we cared
Left to us are solemn memories
Of many days gone by
And still we try 
To find your
Lonely soul
Lost

And so the seaside weathers gently call
And seagulls cry around rocky shore
Last sighting of you was walking
In the sand one misty morning
And although not one print 
Was  left for us to find
There is some peace
From knowing that
You were smiling


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The Current

The current so strong
The waves holding your heart; 
Calling, pulling you 
Yet so dangerous a draw;
Running full force 
Knocked down, lifted up;
flipped somersault 
Out of breath bliss on the shore


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Summer

Summer is like a street party that never ends
It's the time of year
That everyone wears a smile.

It's full of dancing
Laughter,cheer and fun
When colors unite.

When children voices are heard
From the four corners of the earth
Like busy bumble bee at a honey comb conference.

When the earth is at it's calmest
And people find Sincerity and peace
It's the time of the year
When all your worries and fears  just seem to disappear.


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Forever-Part 3

We get off the plane and smell the lovely air. Hawaii. One of the most beautiful places. I look at you and smile. "This place is beautiful," I say, spinning around. "Yes, it is," you say and pull me close. "I love you," I say. I love you too," you say and kiss me. Hand in hand we walk into the setting sun.

The sun's poking through the shades in our room. "Good morning beautiful," you say when I open my eyes. "Good morning," I say and smile. "I've got a surprise for you," you say and smile. I look at you questionably. "Just get dressed and I'll show you." "Okay."

You take my hand and lead me down to the beach. "I heard you've always wanted to do this," you say and smile. You point to two goals. My face lights up. "Sand soccer," I say happily and look at you. You kiss me and smile, "I figured you'd like it." We walk down to the two goals and we'r e put on a team. We play for hours and hours.

When the game is over, we sit on the sand by the shore. "That was fun," I say and look at you. "Yeah, it was," you say and lean in and kiss me. "I love you," I say as you warp your arms around me. "I love you too," you say and smile. We watch the sun set on the beautiful sea before we head back to our room.

The next day we surf. We surf for hours. "This is great baby," you say as we sit on our boards. "Yeah," I say and smle, "you must really like doing this," I say and brush a srand of hair from your face. "Yes," you say and you lean in and kiss me.


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Shoes Upon the Sand

Pointed toe and heel so high
she walked along the beach
The surf rushed in with foam and weed 
to dance upon her feet 
But dreams of things so far away 
the wet she did not feel 
Pink sunset soft and falling 
upon the empty shore
The time has come to leave the day 
to leave those dreams so far away 
Stepping upon the dunes and grass 
the marshmallows wet and soft
Laughing about the walk she took 
in shoes of Sunday best 
Brought things to mind that mattered not
and knew what mattered most 
To do a little living 
and wear the shoes to laugh and dream 
upon the sandy coast. 


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EATING THUNDER

EATING THUNDER


I am Storm Lover
Eater of Thunder.

Ruffled grey beauty of winter's restless water
Licks trembling raindrops as they tumble
down the mountain, slip into the sea
delicate and innocent as babes
Into the depths
Of no tomorrow

My reckless heart races with pleasure, compounded
As each grey day begets another
As each black brooding tantalizing cloud stretches out welcoming arms
To embrace even blacker wilder brothers

I devour thunder
In great gulps of terror
Relish the taste of wind's savage muscle 
Shudder with icy destruction’s flavor 
Exult in lingering power on my lips

I am Storm Lover.
I am Thunder Eater.





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On Holiday

You’ll be gone a month.
You promised, “I'll bring you back 
a mer-man from the sea...” 
Small solace for missing your tag-
ends of morning chit-chat 
over cups of tea.

And how does one prepare 
for a merman? Can he survive 
at this elevation, this desert?
Doesn’t he prefer his conversation
tidal? Shall I just arrange
to meet you at the beach?


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The act of laying eggs

Her dreams is her only soul makes her happy
Reminds herself once she raced to the sea  
Builds a sand mountain safe  haven to lay eggs.

She ever returns backs racing against the wind
In current underneath to fight to reach birth shore
Looks back the sand she was  hatched  to lay her eggs.  


-In Turkey ISITUZU is the place where  sea turtles come every year to  lay their eggs. 
It was in National Geographic  magazine. I am fortunate to see the place. It is wonder full 
place and I thought I'm blessed with its secret beauty.


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Where do you find it

Darkness is found in the sea of light, 
Light is found in the sea of darkness.
Dip into the darkness, 
and find a glimpse of light.
Dip into the Light, 
and find a glimpse of Darkness.


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Silent Guides

Scattered abroad 
universally recognized
ornate and colorful
standing tall and silent
anchored aground
on strips of land
jutting into the sea.

Sending light
into the darkness 
cutting half-circles
through blackness
Sweeping beams
warning unwary sailors
of low tides and danger.


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Queen Victoria

The sea's mist
spray my face.
The feeling of joy...
never cease to amaze me.
So let's go out 
to see the world.
I wanna see you smile...
a sight I haven't seen in a while.
So come on and let's go,
the ocean awaits.
And so does our sweet chariot,
Queen Victoria


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Darkness in the Light

A dark light, in a sea of bright,
Uncertainty,
Certainly,
Inconsistently inclined against the norm,
Forcing light to the fringes of dark,
Making subtle advancement,
Into a land that was not.
Now feeling unstable to the point of no recognition,
To the point of discomposure,
Until thoughts employ emotion,
Until engaging one's self,
becomes equivalent to vexation,
into a world where affection is verboten,
and perception of ideology is stigmatized.
A dark light, in a sea of bright,
Certainty,
Certainly, the dark will burn out,
And light will shine bright,
As the nebulous depressive state,
Of which he stands,
Will be entirely cast over,
By a portrayal of faith,
By a true belief,
By the optimism of one,
As a euphoric ecstasy takes all control,
Leaving optimism to combat doubt,
And pessimism to absolve confidence.


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Lighthouse

From lighthouse to lighthouse,
Guided by beacons of light,
Looking for warmth and comfort,
In the dark of night.
When all turns quiet,
You sail once again,
Leaving behind calm waters,
For those you cannot tame.


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Power of Choice

Who’s this kind fellow I’m beholding @ Facebook
Wearing a very nice apparel well-fitting for a Val Day’s
Service?
Am I a genuine brother to this good-looking lady
And hence where’d we quickly get to, to unite, 
Exchange some few words, and say a dedicatory prayer?

If we’d planned to get to a brothel house some inmates 
There’d come fast to us,

Why not forget all your norms, all raging storms
Get set your tents with some little cents, take these condoms
And wildly explore through whoredom?

Surf with gently your web browser, launch deep, find ex-friends 
Without measure, Oh the pleasure, the thrill, just enjoy the 
Power!

If we’d decided to get to the mosque, lo a most happy welcome
There’d await us; we’d get some water, wash our hands, our ear-lobes,
Our legs
We’d get in there with our earnest songs and prayers,
But remaining in separate quarters there’d be our sole choice
And too difficult a solemn task.

If we’d agreed to get to church ushers there’d smile with us
We’d hear the din of Jesus’ disciples who told the violent 
Blind man to live in silence, they might see us in a panorama 
Our blessings would seek to grab from us like clear manna, 
Distract our attention, retract our petition
While to God we express our real penitence;

And here do we stand to affirm our hearts desire
We wouldn’t relent in efforts our gifts to present, 
We’d call upon Christ, and surely get out from the mire.
We wouldn’t stay here long to stain the excellent aroma, 
On our gold, our frankincense, our myrrh.

As joy and gladness are partners together
May our friendship last forever; these two virtues may
We never miss: Hold my hands my dear, grant me a hug
My beloved, but I need on my cheeks first a holy kiss.


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Deep Blue Under

The sound of the shore
It's everlasting
If you're silent,
Still

Waves crash over coral rocks 
And reefs
Soon you hear fizzing water
Creeping up from behind your bare feet.
You move quickly,
But not quick enough.

The water rises as you try to escape
It's wrathful invitation.
Every step you take
The water quickens.

You yell for help,
But no one is there to hear you.
You yell once more,
But the crashing waves muffle your cries.
The deep blue water has taken you down
Into its vengeance world. . .

Where you can't breathe,
Can't see.
You're weak from the struggle of survival
So you just give up,
Without thinking of the ones who love you
As if they never exist.
With your last seconds of life,
You whisper "Goodbye."


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Feed the Sea

Her mouth swallows whole
Slip away under the blackened deep

See the waves churning crashing overhead 
Moved with a toss and jerk

An insignificant faint distant star in a murky dark sky 
Embedded in sand

Lay with spiny urchins
Tumble across our sea bed

Crustaceans pinch and pick away
And what’s left for the coral

Feeds the sea
Until another


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Seeping into a sea of emptiness

Seeping into a sea of emptiness 
EXIT 
Red
Glowing at the conclusion of 
the Hall 
the Endgame 
ending up where you started 
spilling out 
going back with the bang of a cork 
SHOOT!
blood, gore gashing gone 

Seeping into a sea of emptiness 
falling between cracked cobble 
screams echo into the night 
echo and fade away 
tingling thoughts process of time 
spent thinking, fading as words written 
thinking of the journey of change 
what it means, what was said 
the End my friend 
The End, FIN


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Searching for Avalon

"Oh, Gods of the sea, hark;
will this wild wind pitch us,
down, down to a watery end?
Ship's awash, pigs half-drowned;
and chickens floating away.

"What is our sin, for Thor's anger
to be kindled in bloody rage?
With each lash of his thunder,
we are hurled against the rocks.

"Where will Aegir's daughters cast;
will the fierce ones spew us out
over these widow-maker waves?
Grab those pails, sailors, bail,
lower that useless, tattered sail

"Glaucus, please, to our rescue,
we are brutally shoved about.
Triton, trumpet with your conch,
calm this storm with your horn.

"Oh, Christian, come to stern,
point that cross to the sky.
Pray to your God for mercy—
He whom you nailed to a tree—
else we perish in this sea." 



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THE ENNUI OF THE LOST

Ennui conspires insipid moods
infringing human awareness,
ruled by a lunatic vision,
not controlled by insight and lucidity;
and a desire for a Dolce Vita
mollifies a false illusion
to appear on an intaglio, to gradually
become a shining insignia.


To steer a ship, takes effort and patience,
and if its course is guided by favorable winds,
all is well for the adventurous captain;
and should he lose focus, lured by lunacy and nihilism,
his enthusiasm wears off and failure sets in...
and his ship will lurch on unfriendly waves,
and his ennui deprives him of courage to deviate
from the safe route when nocturnal vision is lost indeed.


Ennui insinuates myopia,
muzzling the voice and halting 
the mind's performance,
thus forging the promise of utopia; 
and the hunch is to pursue intuition
whenever it may lead...being
the holster controlling the steed,
getting rid of the humdrum and huff,
humming and ignoring the hourglass,
which trickles the sand to infuse fear.
    


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Enchantress (Let me chisel talk you) Part two

(Continued from part one.)

Afire not his thoughts, the Devil sees,
He soars and roars, in his physical might.
His bears’ hug, his warmth, could melt you;
Into joys and tears, in willing submission.

Treat him not, to your portions of love.
He grows cold, is lost in erotic rage.
Wiggle not mermaid, in bouts of passion,
The dough you kneed, may turn love to hate.

Dare not the wile witches’ craft;
Lest he banish you to the earth’s folds,
To burn in hate, love and desire,
Forever and ever, in eternal penance. 

Spurn not his love for the unknown,
With frivolous, eyewash camouflage.
He watches behind the scenes,
Your tremors in the curves and the lips;

You innocent, blooming seductress,
Holding the Mega-staff, letting reptiles sing:
You bore the man, the crowned lord of vice.
Rip him, Independence, to his natural doom.

Haven’t you learnt, you Hollywood menace?
Ever seen Javed Jaffery the  Tellywood, Bollywood
Lollywood and Mollywood a few dozen like you?  
Tent walk dove-eyed, bumps to the moon.

Kanjiwaram, the Casanova Frenchie,
Break dance in  airs to the Eiffel Tower.
Red herring you to the Spanish bulls.
Joy ride Rolls on BMW’s track.

Con the Germans and the Japs.
You, wonder android, generations ahead.
(Forget the Merc-E, TELCO ties,
Or their Sumo-ing the Japanese pride.)

Take care you fool, Govinda could snare,
Rap tap the Seghal to his toe’s.
Golden Eye the double O’s latest dream.
Kung-fu Steven’s at his own game.

Anti-gravity NASA, with mental fields.
Stealth fly you out, from the Pentagon.
Biotech you back into American laps,
Genetically engineered, Gene cultured, wreck.

Brain-virus Microsoft, in config-trees,
Space walk you to the final frontiers in enterprise.
Dance away the foxes of your clan.
Ultra culture, the real London breed.

In knacks of, how to wink and blink.
Lifting eyebrows? Take care you oaf,
Run you goat! and don’t turn your head.
He is the cool cat, really looking his English best.

Flee, before the gambler, he is still there,
Smirnoff you to the Hustler`s  care.
Toss you around, under Playboy’s thumb.
Floor you with his catwalk fun.

Cradle you, to the American roost;
Chickening out, not now KFC hen.
He is “She selling sea shells on the sea shore.”
In wizard glee, those Colgate teeth his real hope.

(To be continues in part three.)


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A Thorn in my Side

                                            A thorn in my side, Im torn from inside
Of a time partially forgotten but my memories betray me and take me down that ride
through the death of my pride, under duress, when I tried to hold back but cried 
Through the love and the pain, through the sun, through the fire through the rain
If it's over than its over, how can you deny my love, how could you deny more aim
I gave you all the love I had and more, but no matter what the seeds I sowed with you the
benefits I never reaped it, you left me alone when I most needed, and kissed me on the
cheek like Judas when he betray Jesus, baby you can keep it, left me all alone to walk on my
journey, sick going through chemo life in danger, with the person that I loved with all my
heart absent, left alone to be comforted by a stranger, It's all good even though broken
and             bitter I hold no anger, From sea to shining sea to death of my destiny
Keeping it kept, with my boots on, when you need me, you know I'm there
Most certinaly, open the curtain, look to the sky God could see that I'm hurting .


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Alexandria

City built on Sin City of Light City that never forgets --- never can forget --- Walls are meant to Defend But where are the Guards?


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Disturbed notion

Before me I watch this body of water
Rearing upon the rocks it slaughters
So blue
Through its depths 
And view 
A salty froth lapping the shores 
Nature’s allure 
So unpredictable 
At times so predictable
Ocean fragrance so wet and full 
Across my face 
I wear a scarf of wool
I am battered with winds so furious 
To bring myself too close
For curious am I 
Standing on these rocks 
So slimy and jagged 
For one loss of a step 
I shall be dragged 
Into the mighty Atlantic
Into the unknown
Never to return home 
Below under the whirlpool
Of aimless darkness  
Obscured from 
Life 


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Charybdis

Her mouth brings nothing but 
destruction,
As breathtaking as she appears,
I am captain, I am king,
I am looking Hell in the eyes and I 
cannot turn away,
She reaches out for my hand,
This creature of the depths,
She has been the downfall of 
thousands before,
Though each man in turn was 
warned,

This daughter of the gods begs to 
show me the deep,
Who needs the sun, who needs to 
breathe,
Who needs to see what they have 
already seen?
Embrace me, you heavens, draw my 
soul to thee,
Who needs the sun, who needs to 
breathe?

The fables passed through 
generations,
The strait and narrow is a 
dangerous path,
She is written off as myth 'till she is 
before your eyes,
Faulty navigator, eager widow 
maker,
The cyclone leaves me in awe,
I willingly accept my impending fate,
Magnetic forces in the water,
Draw a portrait of a sailor's grave


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Beastriders

From the shore we watch
The beastriders plying their trade.

They charge into the watery arena, waiting for it to yield its monsters.
All of a sudden, out of nowhere, a great, blue behemoth rears its white head.

Feigning retreat, our heroes paddle like mad,
Only to be caught on its great, round brow.

There, they stand, mastering the elemental demon,
Twisting and turning with its every move,
 
Gliding effortlessly upon it,
Riding back to us on its great, white head as it crashes, dead, into the sand


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Shores of silence

When will you talk
to me
About silence of
love?
Of a thousand sighs
after
dreams of seas,
Where we spent 
Dark hours of
struggling looks..?

Ornate with deep
blue laces
Of unspoken
ecstasies,
Each sea is a heart
forsaken for ever!
Abandoned is a shore
of wild rains
Still they, hopeless
hearts, chant
the tune of waves

Why do the seas
still roar?


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DAYS DOWN BY THE SEA

Days down by the sea  
Far away from amusement arcades
Away from the pier
And noisy shopping parades
Just wide empty beaches
The salt sea breeze in my hair
What ever the weather
I really don’t care
Long languid days
Spent down by sea  
Just a wet shaggy dog
My lady and me


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Strong

Knarled tree hanging on by the sea
Fighting or surviving a tet-a-te
No! Just being, resting, in the wind
Stronger than the lighthouse built by man




(God be with you til we meet again.)


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FISHING

FISHING


Dawn and no sound
Except the distant hum
Of a small trawler’s engine.

You can see it caught
Just in that pool of sunlight
Out at sea.

You are part of the long black land
Yet to be dawned  -
You are not seen, 

Your camera is unheard
Catching the view... 
The boat is drawn in silence.


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Guide The Ship part 1

All we really need is friendship 
It can fall apart...like a ship
Moving across the waves
Determined to wander more into the flow 

You'll see what I have to show

To be quite frank
I'm trying to yank
the ship upright
I'll break the strain and float abroad 

You'll see what I have to show

The only thing that I could do left
is open the door of endless freedom,
gliding at every directions 

Every time I twist and turn
like a madden bull,
Approaching his twerp 
That mammal can eat that human up
In a few bites...with an appreciative burp

The water seems to haunt me
Mocking me whilst making it's churn
I stand up... Trying to stay in balance

How do I guide the ship out of roaring waves
Spurting out with irrepressible laughter?

I must behave and do my duty right

I weaken in seasickness 
Growing unsteady at each turn of the splintering wheel

I'll try to forget my responsibilities at home
This expedition will be my highlight of my life

I guess I have to feel
My way out of trouble

You'll see what I have to show


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FROM A RAVEN'S BACK

FROM A RAVEN'S BACK


Raven wraps me in his blackness
Swoops me on his wings
Glides through tumbling midnight clouds
Across moonlit pine scent mountains
Darts down to taunt the choleric choppy winter sea
Breaks through the net of weeping mist to
Boldly greet the glistening dawn--
Reluctantly he deposits me beside my darkened doorway


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Salt Water Cure..

Have you ever noticed how healthy you feel
after a swim in the ocean?
Would salt dissolved in warm water have the
same effect?
Table salt and warm water prevent infections.
Applied to open wounds and gashes on pets
It may sting eg. "Like adding salt to a wound"
Would a gargle prevent a cold?


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Forever-Part 4

We get off the plane, back in LA. We drop our stuff off at home and go out for the day.

 

You wait outside the bathroom door. "Baby," I say. You stop breathing. "What is it?" I slowly open the door. "Yes." I say and smile. "Yes!" you scream and pick me up. You spin me around and kiss me.

9 months later I step out of the car. 3 of us this time. Isavella. Our first daughter. "She looks just likeher mom," you say and smile. "With her daddy's eyes," I say and look at you. "I love you," you say. "I love you too," I say and gently kiss me.

 

We're older now we've made it a long way. We sit on the deck and watch the sun set. "All or nothing," I say and hold your hand. "All or nothing," you say and lead me down to the sand. "30 years is a long time," you say to me and pull me close. " So is forever," I say. You hit play and Amazed comes on. "We'll make it that far, I swer," you say as we start to dance. We look at Isabella playing in the sand. "I know baby," I say and smile.
 

We'll last forever. Nothing will break us. We'll always be together.



Together forever.


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Breaking Waves

Softly listen to breaking waves
Crashing ceaselessly o'er your shore
Heaven's gate surrounded by ocean light
Childlike voices echoing in the wind

Life's pace slows quietly
Time begins as time ends without notice
Screaming gulls wheeling overhead
Reverberating our sorrow endlessly

Softly listen before time slips past
Whirling faster and ever faster still
Children become grown before tomorrow goes
Loving and creating children of their own

What once was yours shall be gone forever
Cherish the gifts that have been given you
Wrap your arms around your chosen fates
Follow the path that brings you joy

Softly listen to the soulless wind
Empty heartbeats echoing your own
Lonely flowers shall lie at your feet
Grown children turn and walk away



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Journal Entry 10-From a young man swooned by piracy

Candle light flickers it’s
rhythmic dance
and strikes shadows across this
brittle parchment
The sea is rolling, chomping at the boards,
angered by our trespass
I try in vain to steady my hand,
to write with even flow

The winds have long since
given up its ghostly attack 
on our tattered sails
and weathered faces
Yet lines of distress are deepened 
within the folds of night

As I sit below deck,
cramped between pickled eggs
and rotting barrels of gun powder,
my mind transfers images of
fields filled with flowers
I can still see in my hand, malted ale,
the taste of which still lingers in my mouth

I would pay my weight in silver
to touch land with my bare toes
And forgive the madness that overtook me
in the search of money and power
Amongst the sea of raging greed 
and soiled men, I shall try to rest
And pray my slumbering imaginings 
shall restore my hope, my optimism
for the long day ahead,
for the long trip home


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The Beauty Of The Falling Rain

There is a beauty in the falling
The ringing sound as it hits a copper roof
Performing nature’s symphony
The sheets of water roll down a glass window
Distorting the reality outside
Or maybe it makes it more real
Imagination flourishes in the warped images
Images that bring on new feelings
Feelings of warmth and love
As it cleanses the world around it
The mind travels through this new world
Fantasies of distant forests
Lands of lush greens
Richer than any ever seen by man
Fields of waving grass
A dance that started millennia ago
A dance still performed by a young girl
Dressed in a white flowing dress
She dances in clothes soaked to the bones
The blue halo of rain around a distant light surrounds her
As she hears the music of the rain on the street
She looks to the heavens
To the dark clouds above her
And she thanks the gods
She thanks them for every drop of rain
And she prays for the next downpour
When she can dance again


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I AM THE SOLDIER'S WORST NIGHTMARE

I am the soldier's worst nightmare,
I come at night as he lays sleeping,
With shouts and guns firing, I torment him,
He awakens in a cold sweat, screaming.

Sometimes I bring the horrors of killing,
Of innocent women and children wounded,
Of family pets with legs blown off,
O f blood soaking--making green grass red.

Whether in the Army now, or fifty years back,
I can still awaken him with my horrors,
Whether soldier, sailor, or marine, I am there,
Yes, I am his worst nightmare.

Sometimes, I am the enemy begging for his life,
Then pulling a gun and trying to shoot,
Making him think that even an act of mercy,
Can result in more pain then he can bear.

Yes, I am the soldier's worst nightmare.


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Testing The Sun

Testing The Sun



Its about to happen
You can feel it

There’s a bursting scented vibrancy
Lingering
Happening
Almost
Ready

A slow stretching yawn reverberates
It dissipates and grows
Permeates 
Percolates
Rushes outward
But
Waits

Sleepily cracking an eye
It peers around
Secretly shaking off blankets
Dabbles a toe in the air
Testing the sun

If you wait, listen to the stillness
You can hear rising sap
Drawing deep upward to buds
Which seem to scream a new green
And yearn for the moment of leaves

The colours are mixing
Designing chemicals of fluorescence
Predicting their flourishes of blooming petals
Teasing
Niggling
At the edges of their swelling
And somnolent slumbery
Deliberating
On seconds
They
 
A – C – H – E

In yellow Mimosa puffs  

Already they are dreaming
Caught between the spurt of seed
Dreaming of splashes fecundate 
And the tiny feet of insects
The great call of their rainbow hues
Is ready to set a fire
In time to stride in their glory
Through to summer

But
Wait
The tiny buds have yet to taste
A drop of rain
And yet to bask for at least a day
In golden heat
Precipitates
Perambulates
Perchance to ponder
Proliferates
Languid time
Wakes

Timeless

Spring


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Song of Mortality

A song of mortality

Begins somewhere distant near the horizon

With the immensity of the sea

A rhythmic rolling in time to a sound from her depths

As it has always been and always will be

A continuous voicing of wind and water

Singing and longing of forever

From where we once came so we recognize her lament

She heaves in and out

Count out the seconds between her rages

A descending trough and rising crest

With each an increase in strength and volume

She swells and gathers momentum and increases her tempo

Her dark mouth opens and stretches to take us in

As she arrives in a collapsing fall to embrace the shore.


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To the Liquid Edge

She went into the dipping gold
rising the liquid dream
A medallion of innocent heritage
in the fluid of dusk, serene

I skimmed to the water's edge in haste
to capture this moment of peace
In a turmoil second this capsizing life
brought in bones of my loved one, 
and memories deceased.


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The Cat Hater

a tall glass
of chilled lemonade
in his hand,

      he sits
      in a rattan lounging chair
      at the veranda

              that looks out
              to a tropical beach
              in his summer home;

                       something furry
                       on the floor moves between
                       his sandy feet;

              looking down,
              he sees a kitten curled cozily
              in a nap there;

      other times
      he would have kicked
      the animal away,

but not now,
he can be truly tolerant
on a very lovely day.


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Pilgrim Souls

Diamond tears are falling,
crystal streams of broken dreams,
lost on the horizon,
children in a driftwood jungle.
Pilgrim souls of brown and gold
shining in the autumn moonlight,
secret homecoming.

A shooting star scattered sparks all around us
as you buried me in the sand.
Magic dust for infant eyes,
the treasures we unearthed
laughing at the blues,
cheating time
and whistling in the wind.


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By The Ocean

Laying here staring out across the ocean,
listening to the sound of the waves roaring,
gazing up at all of the glimmering stars in the sky,
lighting up the sea like a shining dance floor.

Counting stars as blessings life has given me,
thanking God for each and every one of them,
feeling relaxed just lying here next to the shorelines,
trying to draw in the last bits of the warming night.

The full moon shining ever so brightly now,
as the waves calm down to a gentle splash,
a light breeze pushes softly against my skin,
as I get up and go to leave I stop and turn around,
just to simply admire the beautiful ocean one last time.


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Lonely Winter

Winter comes around once each year,
It’s a time for laughter, joy and beer.
The end of the seasons. Or is it the beginning? 

Well to me it’s the end of disapointment
And the start of cold times to come.

No shelter for me,
No family.

Just on my own looking in,
Looking in the window, staring at the warmth of your fire
As your oh so perfect family sit around the table,
Oh what a joyous occasion.

But me....I still sit and hope, pray that i won’t be on my own.
Lonely forever.


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Feelings of Autumn

Leaves bright
A wonderful sight
Brisk walks
Family talks
Hot soup
Balls and hoops
Warm socks
Turn back clocks
Hay rides
Kites glide
These are the feelings,
I never confide.


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Collectors

collectors 
dropping footprints 
in idle sand, eyes wide 
fingers hanging empty 

delicate shells, bits of 
sea-glass, heart-shaped 
rocks, the foundation of 
'I love you.' 

an intake of breath, crouching 
toes buried digging through 
dirt and then 
scrubbing the prize 
clean, nestling it with a smile 
inside her pocket 

or illusion, 
her eyes dull, her hands 
slack her conscience 
waiting. 


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Days Like This

Fall few and far between
The thousands of the common lot
That sink to nothing in the march of time.

     Days like this,
     All warmth of gold poured down
     From a roof all Blue Serenity
     Breezes soft and sweet
     As sighs' of innocent sleep
     Crowds of trees nodding in council together
     Around them the fields, an emerald sea -
     These days are gifts
     Of Gaia gone adorned in her naked beauty
     Her veils all pulled aside
     For those who know just how to look
     To see her as she really is:

Seductress Mother, Comforter, Slayer,
Harvester of Souls.

She draws her newborns to the light,
Then closes their eyes and rocks them to another sleep
Full of unknowable dreams,
Waking them again in different shapes.

She dances then to her selfmade tunes,
Of snowstorms in the heart of June
Or roses 'neath an autumn moon -
     Confirmation, Contradiction;
     Epithets and Benedictions.

On days like this a drum beats
Somewhere deep inside a quiet corner of the soul,
Calling from a distant time
When we spoke volumes to each other
Dancing 'round the sacred flames in holy silence
While the wolves howled through the icy dark

- If you listen you may feel it yet -

Stop awhile and watch the distant trees
Nodding in their ancient way,
Sighs winding close between them;
She has let the veils slip loose
Blinding in her nakedness
Breath trailing all around you warm
Like the blood you shared within the womb -
And there are drums
And there are songs
And salt of sea drifting through your veins
As you smile a wolf's smile without knowing it -
All these and more lie just below the surface

     Before She turns and draws
     Her cloak of stars about Her,
     Have one last look and just remember
     That nothing down here is truly trivial,
     Each day another page writ
     In the just-beginning Human Story.

Smile like a wolf and remember:
Terrible things, Wondrous things,
     Secret, Sacred, Magnificent things
Are always happening somewhere;
Happening Somewhere
     On days
                            just     like     this.


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The Seas off Puerto de la Cruz

Power 
blue power
atlantics oceans power

Impetus a million tons of water
vast spray a haze of salty mist in the air
three hundred yards of sea 

Iridescent rainbow in the bright sunlight
withering pounding and crushing
waves a thousand mile voyage

Relentless night and day
past millenniums 
millenniums to come


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Momenta

I.


Silver apple of the moon
Laying prostrate on the lake

Silver apple of the moon
Smooth, un-moved, unmarred by wake

Lean down, finger
The bright skin –
It peels. Linger,
A flicker of flocking moths congeals within.


II.


An old maternal willow
With rheumatic roots
Leans low

Over the water, tilts
Its fretting yellow
Mane, covers the deep 	& heart-shaped 	hollow

III


The ocean is dark
And settles like onyx iron

These are the hardest surfaces
In a ship’s journey:

A starless sky, an engine
	Sobbing in a distant room,
		Thoughts, objects without shape;

A nauseated heart leaning over
Memory’s rail


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Memories of Maine

I have a memory of those days
In Maine, with crashing coastal waves

When reading was a future right
Mom read, “Blueberries for Sal” at night

And that huge nameless tree in the field
At dark, a dinosaur concealed

Walking a stray black cat with a string
That ran up a tree and could not cling

Mom had to climb that tree, pregnant
And retrieve the remains and remnants

I remember those days, quite well
And the fake Christmas tree smell

The revolving multi colored light 
That lit our fake tree until Twelfth night

In Maine there is snow, whiter than white
And memories that induce me to recite


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You, Me, and the Sea


Things are changing
As the deep sea between us widens
You say that you care
And we are closer than ever before
But words can drown
Like sorrows over time
 
Once a time
We were together everyday
Now I beg you just to stay
What happened to our treasure?
Did the sea wash it away?
Or is just deeper?
Down further we must swim
Or maybe find a shore
We can rest upon together
The tides may be rough
Hard we must try
To live through the night.
But after the storm 
Comes that glorious day
When the sea becomes calm.
Though it may become wider
Swim to you I will


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Farewell Numbness

Listen to the sound of my heart, pounding
Emotions sparking in my veins, astounding
One simple touch from you, electric shock
And I was so sure I had my heart on lock
You snuck in and found the key
Found a way to set my emotions free
Now what is to become of me?
You stole my heart, and now you flee
When I think of you, my head spins
Your voice can make my strong will bend
How am I to love again?
You stole the key, immortal sin
One and only, you said yourself
Forever and ever, through sickness and through health
You are gone, love turned to betrayal
How foolish I was, because I fell
Still I'll remember those days together
I'll pray that you'll look up the definition of "forever"
Bring back my heart and the key
I'll put myself on lock again, never free
Emotions held tightly on a string
Because without you, no emotions bring
No happiness, no faith, no loneliness, no ache
You stole my heart, so there's nothing to break
Numbness is the only thing that prevails
I just hope there's never a day when the numbness fails
I will soon become derailed
Lunatic heartache if the numbness bails. 
.


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Springtime

Springtime unfurls inself in the fragrant air
as passersby walk with a light step in their gait
while birds fly free
backdrop to scented sky
calling each other
as they melt into springtime fusions and rhythms 

Springtime is a wonderfully special time
blossoms emerge seemingly suddenly
from dark earth holding many tiny seeds
and then
with love and attention from that golden
disk in the sky
blossoms and blooms grow
colours emerge
all vibrant and suddenly
a huge canvas is painted with splashs of colour 

Springtime
yes
my favorite time of year
is here.


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The Sea

I stand alone on a beach

Wishing to be with you.

Hoping you will wrap me

In you warm embrace.

Now I walk to the water

It’s cold against my skin.

I wish for you to warm me.

The waves wrap around me

And I start wishing it was you.

I see the blue color of the water

And I long for your brown eyes.

The sun beats down on me

And I long to feel your skin.

Now I turn to leave the water

And there you are waiting for me

Showing me the way you love me.

You meet me at the water’s edge

And wrap your arms around me.

I feel your warmth against me

And we walk in to the sea.

Together forever.


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I Am

I am the look that captures your attention
the burning desire to act on a whim
I am the daybreak when dark becomes light
when the tide settles down for the day
I am a speck of sand that takes a ride
around the world stuck to something valuable
I am a shimmering pool in the distance
the reflection of a mirror near by
I am no one and everyone in the eyes
of someone who cares too much and
not enough
I am your wondering thoughts, your
compassion, your muse.


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THE BEAUTIFUL GHOST

Strolling along the seashore
Leaving her footprints in the sand
The tide washes over the shore
It was like the footsteps had never been.

She shades her eyes and scans the horizon
For a ship that is supposed to come in
That carries her precious loved one
She has waited for so long to see again.

She watches as the ship sails nearer
Breathless as her anticipation grows
The ship docks and the passengers unload
She ask for him but no one knows.

Oh where oh where can her loved one be
He has been gone for such a very long time
He could not have just forsaken her
For their love was deep and strong.

The last to exit the ship was the captain
He walked slowly as he desended down
He did not sem to notice the beautiful lady
Silently waiting in her white wedding gown.

Rumor has it they were to be married
By the Captain of the highest rank
When the high winds of a raging storm
Capsized the ship and it sank.

Her body washed ashore, but his was never found
It is said she still roams the seashore
Waiting fervently for her missing groom
Even though she realizes she will see him no more.


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Once Upon A Time

I loved someone once upon a time
I kissed someone once upon a time
I hugged someone once upon a time
A long time ago just like a deep black hole a long time ago
Yes I love someone once upon a time but now that time has gone and I am now along


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Before the Word

shut me out no more
screaming and yelling has always been my llulaby
if you see me at night 
you'll see me cry
falling apart
hate isn't even a good description 
love doesn't even exsist anymore
this place is a cage
a prison
that drives you insane
its the blood that is invisible to the world
its the tear that floods the sea that swallows you whole,
the screaming that makes you deaf and numb,
but the yelling is like an old song
like a broken record
a wound on the heart
a wound on the heart
that never stops
how many wounds will the heart take till its had enough,
how many tears can fall into the sea before life was never a word,
before time standa still
before silence is all you hear 
before yelling and screaming was a lyric to your llulaby consuming every part of you
my llulaby is scared into my heart
I'll never know what it's like without my song or before the word


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My Dark Wine Sea

Gallant ship
All hands on deck
I need brave men 
To hoist the sails

When stormy waves 
Crash against thy ship
Great body of water
You intoxicate me

I worship thee
I drink of thee
Drench in thee

Unveil your power
Of the sea and
Show me how 
To master thee

Dark wine in thee
Break me free 
My dark wine sea 
That possesses me


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Snowflakes falling down from the skies

Snowflakes falling down from the skies

Written By Dean Masciarelli

Friday, February 12, 2010


Snowflakes falling down from the skies

Landing gracefully 

On top of the roof tops and up in the trees

And down by the lakes and next to the rivers

Allowing my mind to capture all of its beauty 

But it is not that often that I get to see

Snowflakes falling down from the skies in Texas

Because I haven’t seen snow like this in years

But it sure has been nice to see the change in scenery

Because it brought back some wonderful childhood memories


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High Diver

Off the cliff,
rocks below,
kiss the ocean
as you go,
high and wide
arc extends,
overlapping
camera lens,
sun flare,
blinding sight,
flash of hope
     and
  endless 
    night.


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Memories of Delight

Summers of my youth, I remember deep in my heart.
Playing football with friends, the joy it brought us all.
Waiting for the brink of dark, to play hide and seek
Just before being called back home, by a loud voice,
Some things I recall, the joy, the arguments without fault.
I would love to be transported, back into those days.
Maybe even further back, to my first childhood crush,
I was in love, even though, I knew not what love was.
First, kiss behind the lilac bush, aroma-sending shivers.
Just a little peck on the lips, she was so very beautiful.
Her eyes looking at me, sent chills throughout my body.
No words were exchanged; we were both hesitant to say,
Anything that might take away, the joy we both received.
Summers of youth are truly, the glorious time of our lives.
Summer days and night, bring back memories of delight.


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Breaktime

Moon light shines down and reflects up from Pacific surface far below
Seen briefly through breaking cloud cover hard as steel
Ahead are layers of cloud stretching into forever
Standing in amongst them like giant trees are the thunderers
A forest of flashing silver shadows
Glimmering  globes bursting wetly
Rushing past our roaring engines in ghostly haste
No need for wipers at this speed
The glass is polished by wind
Above us the stars burst in and out of view
So close and so many it’s like we’re in them
Sitting in the copilot’s seat
Drinking in coffee and wonder in equal gulps
I smile widely thinking
This is how to take a break


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First day at the sea

The water is rising towards the shore.  
Like a cradle, it rocks me gently,
Easing me with its gentle embrace.
The hug of the sea.

My ears are filled with new sounds,
Listening to the harmonic trebles and
The symphonic bass of the waves.  
The voice of the sea.  

The breeze blows across the frigid waves.
The chill hits me and goose bumps,
Spiked like the spines of an urchin, appear.
The touch of the sea.  

I dive down.  The water is above me.  
I see nothing but blurry blobs of blue,
An azure fog stretching in all directions.
The gaze of the sea.

My head emerges from the top,
I poke out of the blanket of waves,
Swimming back to the sandy shores.  
My farewell to the sea.


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the ruins in which we lay

There was a time
You thought about nothing
And nothing to you was everything

When torment was a substance abused by the brain
You realized people would always tussle and complain
Realistically we continue to be a figment of the same

And when life became a product subdued by absence
You deflowered and asked 
May I have a little bit of your absinthe

And when the world wouldn’t seem to let you out 
Silence was you because you thought about you were saying
Before the words left your mouth

When cancer comes as a form of love
Your lungs give a last warming shrug
These are your opening scenes from above

When Carolina’s 
Only decency 
Is to provoke a crush

When life calls 
And you love her so 
That you refuse to hush

You show her
Your decent sides 
As well as your musk

Because roses are red
It doesn’t mean violets are naturally blue
So silly how we fall victim to what we do 

The premonitions of a man who dared to dream
Reach out with wine and fables 
To put bread on his table


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If Only, I Could...

Lying on a beautiful sand beach,
My eyes look towards the luminous sky;
Gives me the feeling of being a writer, 
Gazing on a white empty sheet!

Ink-blue sea water splashes onto my naked feet,
Its coldness chills the dead cells to react,
An uplifting moment for me to act, 
Daydreaming, about the brighter side of life!

If only, I could read and write,
Then, my unfinished life would be upright,
‘Cos through my works and writings, 
I can influence the world, for the better!


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This Poem


This poem is not 
a rhyme, yet words 

flow gracefully 
within. Amber light 

guides my soul to 
a sunken treasure!


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Long, lost coast

A feeling,
unbearable calls–
toward its trumpets 
I do fall,
aware but undefined, 
long, lost winding coast–
I come, then settle in
alone again,
Siddhartha's son,
the ascetic life begins.


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Gypsy Rose of Mystic Seaport

Gypsy Rose Of Mystic Seaport

 
She was known as the Gypsy Rose of 

Mystic Seaport by the tourists.

She would read their palms and 

sing them old sea dog songs 

from long ago.

 

But every now and then, the fairest rose 

to skirt around town would strangely

go missing.  Not so strange to the inhabitants

of this old sea town, because we knew

of her witchy ways, 

this mysterious sea wench.

 

Her preference wasn’t distinctive.

No, she liked blondes, red heads, 

brunettes even a few early grey headed lasses too,

she even liked the ones that wore thick black,

chunky eye glasses.

 

But they were all young and rather shapely,

that was her only vice.

 

She wore a wig as her disguise, but she would

drink their blood or do bizarre Wiccan tricks on them,

like give them colorful butterfly wings.

 

 But every time that devious, 

statuesque witch was through with these tourist ladies, 

she would snap their necks and leave their limp and bloodless

bodies at the edge of the Mystic Ocean Cemetery, 

where the candles were lit with a red glow every night.  

 

Our Gypsy Rose had bewitched 

them until they grew cold,

so we are told.


This is fiction. I'm in a storytelling mood tonight. It's a story of a sea witch.


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Once,Our Sweet Dream... (Part 3)

I'm here, a little Mermaid,combing my long brown hair,
away from Human Beings,away from the Great Harbour.
I'm here,your little Mermaid resting upon a mossy  stone,
Wishing to have feet which will walk  me to Your Home,
Wishing to have Wings,to fly Over the Horizon,
Rest upon a tree,feel the Sun On the Next Dawn.
I'm here a little Mermaid,Resting On a stone,
soon by Sea waves carried to Caves,my Lonely Home.
You promised ,you would save me,Handsome Pirate of the Seas,
You promised You would Kiss me and show me what Love means.
Yet aLL alone you left me,Without saying Goodbye,
and though i'm just a Mermaid,i still have tears to Cry.
There had to be a reason,You left me in the deep,
after i gave you Sea Shells,and hush hushed You to Sleep.
There have to be a reason,You left me in  Black Sea Weed,
there have to be a reason for this Evil dark deed.
i'm here a little Mermaid,My Voice echoes in the Vast,
Will you ever return for me ,and give me feet to last.
Im here a little Mermaid,Cold is my Silver tail,
my Heart Without You hollow,Soon swollowed by a Whale.
I'm here,a little Mermaid confined to My Blues Seas
The Moon is watching over,Your Breath My Only Breeze,
Yet,you have sailed without Me,Handsome Pirate Of the Seas,
Sculls and Bones are all you left here and Unfinished Dreams.

                           T H E        E N D



For Jolly Roger
Sculls and Bones                                                                        Charma


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Let my heart be the sea

let my heart be the sea
the dark waves inked and glowing by moonlight
my mind takes the shape of a ship
shadowed and dusty yet dusted with hope
I am the captain of this vessel
crawling on the water like a big wooden junebug
I let the ocean sway me
I get turned around all wrong when staring into the sun
I hold myself 
I pray to that which I hope is more than myself
It gets a little lonely on deck
my sad little ship without a crew
It is always nighttime on this sea
but I am oddly comforted by the stars
the constant sway-rock from the water
I hear the lapping of the waves on the side of the boat
and silence
yet I can always hear the music I am creating in my mind
quitely stemming from the sea
it plays for me what I want it to hear




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ULYSSES

ULYSSES

Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:
Ding-dong.
Hark! now I hear them, ding-dong, bell. 1

Cross legged I await 
Heavens beams, to embrace
to bundle to lash with twine
	drifting wood 
While the waves whip the beache's grace

I hold the smooth forked roots in hand 
Roots in time can break stone 
and mold it like the water is able 
Water that feeds the root 
Sun that feeds the fingers

I ask not much old sea
Dashing dead against stones
Barnacles tear at flesh and vessel
low birds impale the shell
to eat salty flesh

Everything and nothing is water
Eternal yet fleeting
Comforting yet cold
Supportive yet unwieldy
Reflective yet transparent
Hungry yet quenchless

Ye oldest mare 
whose rising breasts swell
and hungry opens cavernous
to consume both breast and beam
 
Her victims wash about my feet

Ripen, swell abreast
resign this earth

Death who she knows best
who winged I've seen
who in decay keeps fertile, she
who drinks endless of streams immortal

I await her sea-nymphs call for me
Though I alone shall not quell
her endless thirst, 
	when half submersed.
Ding-dong.
Hark! now I hear them, ding-dong, bell

Deus pasit corvos*


Tempest 1. 2   (1)
God feeds the ravens*


Finishing Line Press.  Book FAREWELL TO THE DUST, by C. S. Leaf avalible March 2008
www.FinishingLinePress.com


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A day at the Cape Cod

Brunette shadows echo off of the afternoon;
moving loftily through the atmosphere with cotton kisses 
Under a pastel, sea blue dome 
Star gazing pines stand tall and high 
Reaching up and out, for a brush of the sun 
Along the craggy path of thickened scrubs;
Coarse sea plants engage, along the road 
White sands pose in piles,
that look as though they were drawn, by an artist 
Toasted air passes by my window,
as we approach the seaside 
The Atlantic Ocean haunts my senses 
Mounds of sand dunes reach up in spectacle, 
as their tall rough grasses shift in the breeze
Swarms of bodies bathe by the waters 
Children swam in piles of sand ,
with buckets and shovels and laughter alike
The soothing sounds of the waves -
crashing along, in constant frantic motion 
We rest on our blanket of ease
The sounds of the ocean caress and utter, in the breeze
We are in a motionless trace of sight and sensations
Locked in my memory, I have bottled a moment in time 
   



  



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Scarlet Sunburns

Sweat droplets race,
salty and excited
running into waves 
there is no shade,
no shade,
only light
beating down upon my face,
I rejoice in the rhymic flow of a cool shower,
pulse radiates in this weather,
scalding light,
scalding light,
beating down,
beating my face,
escape from winter,
this is the opposite,
how they differ,
sweet honeysuckle and scarlet sunburns.


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Budding beauty

Misty veil lifts
revealing early morning sunrise.
Spring buds engorged with life
begin to show wonder held within,
mystically unfolding natures beauty.

A crop of delicate colour,
gentle scents mingle in the air,
as tiny heads gently nod approval
to the bold, majestic crowns that stand
head and shoulders above them.

Respectfully each stands their ground
aware of passion needed 
to give their very best,
in short time of show before
shrivelling in death.

To nourish and nurture
the core of itself or the ground 
to which it seeds itself
by winds, rains or insects,
giving wake to stronger fellowship next year.


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Under Water Catacomb

Solid ice ranges and the shallow sea kept me alive,
For eon's I enjoyed the ice age while the sea bumped the shores,
Watched summer melt ice in glaciers and rain clouds turn to ice
Cyclic events kept us live to every ones joy.

Then came the insatiable greed for humans sustainable need,
Releasing energy beyond their generated lazy creed,
Raising water levels activate open fissures,
Releasing buried energy with new rampant destruction.

I was the last true landmark standing on fragile ice blocks,
Engulfed I submerge in the warmth of the sea for ever.


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Levels of the Sea

Thunder much like a Greek God
It resonates through my ears,
It causes me to bear a grin
Deep sapphire lies out like the land,
Wreaking of aged salt
The crescents of impure white disintegrate,
When adjusting to the actual level,
The level of the sea.


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Death of a giant

A dying sun, sucking the last dregs 
From a blood drenched sky.
Rays shatter like sun baked glass
On humble waves, which lift their crests
Then dive down deep.

A muted roar of anguish,
Fades to sickroom whispers,
Murmuring sea voices hide secret fears.
Salt laced tears crash carelessly
On an empty seaweed plain.

Ritual movements of the funeral procession
Each player engaged in their own grief
Long after stains of death are cleansed away,
The watery waltz continues,
In homage to doomed splendour.


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To Sonia (LG)

I am your windbreak
Your sea wall
The friendly perimeter of your skin
Such a very important nothing at all
The prize you always want to win

Your bosom maternal 
Anchored my dreams for another way
You moored me
When my sea was slipping away
And gave me the memory
That will not cease in death
And all the tension with it
I flourish without my fruit
I blossom
Without the nurturing of root

We both would consider better alternatives
To repeat performances
Except for the certainty ... the superlatives
Of expectation in romances
Dusty in old books
We have no covenant and no demand
You will seize the day
And I will ponder how the thing looks.



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Pumpkin-like

The leaves hang low in the gray morning.
Walking together we hear the shuddering of brown brittle
And the weak sirens of tired birds of our lowering light
Hanging like burnt plastic over the maroon slopes.
Gourded we traverse the crunchy spines at our feet
Left to bloat in our autumnal visions,
Our grooved and riding hopes
Waxen, pumpkin-like,
A soldier's march, though our mind 
Moves in the hollow oaks like a wounded animal
Blinking vociferously for the meaning of life.
Though we arrange nothing
Think of little,
And breathe quietly in the simple orange
Pulsating with grace.


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Last Imprints

Jammed in sand,
my imprints were clear,
they reminded me of those time,
that were in the least very dear,
It was the walk,
which made the talk,
it was the amble,
which was my biggest gamble,
I had firmly dug,
my feet with a determine lug,
I had gone across,
from from real,
to the undefined ethereal,
in front of mass of people,
on the sea shore with sea in ripple,
I had vanished in thin air,
leaving behind my earthly wares.


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WHEN AN INNOCENT BABY APPEARS...

Anytime we ponder over life 
to extract its meaning
from unexplanaible causes,
hopelessness smears our sad faces
with an implacable grief;
but suddenly an innocent baby appears...
born inside his mother's womb, 
changing our prospective
and supplement us with that 
new rejuvenated spirit
to shroud us in hope,
and reveal us secrets of obscurity!

An innocent baby can
make our miseries a bygone past...
thrilling, inspiring and motivating us
to give him or her our uttermost attention
and profound,human care;
our spirit may be still obligated to grieve,
but our heart can find that freedom
from the toll of worries and desperation!

A light shines when darkness is dispersed and null...
our thoughts are controlled by negatives forces,
if we let them grimly scurry inside 
and transform ourselves into sulky winers:
as sullen and inclement as weather itself...
as senescent as aged persons who grumble;
but out of nowhere we see
that  whirwind transformation,
making us better givers...
when an innocent baby appears
amidst  the stormy clouds
to summon up our courage!


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Clipper Ships

Clipper Ships

My mother; she wasn’t there any more
Burned away in chemo radiology
Therapy for the incurable
As she lingered for a year
Lobotomized by cancer

But in her dreams she sailed her clipper ships
Sailed away on the mighty Cutty Sark
Indomitable spirit she was
Swayed by the poetry of canvas sails
A sea gull riding to the rigging

Until the coma took her
And us to a three-day hell
As we patiently watched her
Slowly inexorably fade away
Every last breath counted in longer minutes

But she stood bare foot on the deck
The salt washed planking oak wind swept
Beneath the great white wings blown the prow
Her heart pushed aboard the clipper ship
She sailed the proud sea the pride of her fleet

And every last breath in longer and longer minutes
She reached at last the very last
No goodbye, no farewell, just a soft emptying sigh
As at last; she escaped
Leaving us alone in the deathly silent room

Gone

Aye my lads ! She’s a fine grand ship
My mother said
My brothers and I stood gawping on the dock

The finest clipper of the fleet the mighty Cutty Sark
The great masts from which to hang your dreams
And ride the plumes of briny waves
She’s a thousand books of sailor’s tales
With rigging made from the strings of Neptune’s harp 
She can sail from one edge of eternity to the next

In crematorium puffs of smoke
And now just ash
White wing gull she rides the slipstream still
Still; she sails her clipper ships 
 



 
While on holiday in St Austell on the Cornwall coast of England, we saw a great sail ship
cutting through the rough seas. I remember my Mothers eyes were shinning and streaming,
her face a picture of rapture. Later that year she took us all to see The Cutty Sark. A
grand old Clipper dry docked at Greenwich London. I have never seen anyone so enthralled
and enraptured as she was, as we all stood on the deck. From then on paintings and models
of great sail ships frequented every wall and corner of our home. Paintings and photo's of
The Cutty Sark can be found on Google. Take a look sometime if you like, and you'll see
why she fell in love.


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deep thoughts

A persistent wind strikes my face.
A steady rock...
back and forth..
back and forth...
I look down, to escape the sun, to no avail,
As the golden glare jumps from the water passed the sail,
to my face.

A time for reflection
Quiet,
smooth.
Let the wrinkles in the water enter your ears.
Don't move.
Just watch, listen, and look.

The melting horizon,
At which you can not tell,
from where the stars stand,
and where the fish dwell.

Just watch, listen, look.
At your feet, a nibble.
Then another, 
then,
gone.
It's school has departed and now not to far behind it follows.
I look a little ahead as hundreds upon hundreds of these blue beauties,
dance their dance, in the water.
So well choreographed,
thousands of times rehearsed,
in order to get it right.
Hundreds upon hundreds, to create a team that soars the water as
ONE.

No words,
No leader,
Precision.
Hundreds upon hundreds = to ONE.
It's natural, it's instinct.
No words.
they just watch, listen , feel.

Relate this to us.
realize that we take pride in knowing
we are the learning, the adapt, the human.
It seems so less amusing now.
comparatively.

No leader, no words
Yet precision down to the millisecond.
Yet they slice the water like a needle in the hands of a surgeon.

It humbles you in away that no words or person can.
Just watch, listen, and look around.
Don't stare, don't hear.
WATCH, LISTEN, LOOK.
this alone can bring a man to greatness.
For greatness begins when you realize you are NOT the best.
Greatness begins when you admit,
that a little, flapping fish,
in a great, green sea,
Is greater than what you were, what you are, and what you will ever be.


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Identity

Have you ever heard of Raul?
“yea he’s cool, he’s straight. Goofy’
Have you ever heard of me, I'm Raulito.
You always seem me. Not Raulito.
“don’t front, be you do what you do”
Why? Are you worth it, why should you see me.
He’s’ shallow, conceited, and horny.
If that’s what you say then I tell you that you don’t know me.
He’s the guy whose loud, outgoing, & wont shut up.
But even you, you don not know me.
He’s the guy whose nice, smart, a wholesome,
But even you. You do not know me.
You see, talk, & even touch me,
You do not know me.
You may kiss, feel, or even raise me,
You do not know me.
I am red sea deep.
And have more goals than Beckhamm.
I have secrets to keep,
& ideas to dream.
I am not what you all see,
But I am not ashamed of me .
I’m the guy that always asks why?
Where, when or how,
If you don’t believe that then just ask around. 
I’m the guy that confronts the facts on a daily basis.
 And to you my questions are stupid and pointless.
But to you. To you.
So I may come off as stupid and slow,
But I assure you that I have more brains than you’ll ever know.
So don’t judge me,
don’t, look, talk, see, or even hear of me and judge me.
Why? Why all of this envy
Towards me. Why me. I have nothing.
Get off me!
You don’t know….me!
I’m full of pain, anger, guilt, and sorrow,
that’s nothing to envy. If you want that take it I don’t want it.
 You don’t want it.
So no act, or play is put up when my alarm wakes me up.
It is just that some skeletons,
Aren’t biodegradable,
They just wont melt away,
I can’t just walk and start all over,
 I cant just run away.
So don’t judge me. Not me.
And don’t envy . Trust me.
For I am red sea deep.
and ever high as Everest.
I am the asymptote which you will try to reach and never succeed.
no one will ever catch me.
For I am red see deep
And will always be just out of your reach.


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Refocus

Far on out to sea
      where you empty into me
horizon imperceptively
balances

Pain sails far
      on rip tide angry
out of reason

Hope floats waiting
      on swell and valley
glimmering ahead

Not behind.


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Death's bell

Oh quivering earthbound leaf
You lie so perished in the icy snow
You stood out along the smeared snow that lined the streets
And now darkened shadows hide in doorways
Wreaths that have faded from their jade freshness
Piled up along the streets 
Waiting 
To be collected into the disparaging trash cans 
Your time is fatigued  
Your purpose fulfilled, once intrigued 
But blowing in the vernal winds of tomorrow 
Await your seed 
Thriving on a spring aurora
The chimes carried a tune in flight


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Language Arts

A word and a breath but it’s the thought that counts.
Up or down in or out love and trust is what it’s all about.
To you I say can you hear me perked up on the mounts.
You are in or you are out.
A touch and a whisper but it is the kiss of truth.
Knelt or bent I am down on my knees.
And I beg you please.
To me I say can I hear me or am I aloof?
Language arts is a dance in the breeze,
With a summer squeeze,
A winter’s pinch,
The spring’s stench,
Even the autumn’s leaves!
Bathing in the words and dancing like a twit.
Singing in rhythm and painstakingly making a switch.
Language arts is a breeze on the summer Seas.
Lifting you up or pulling you down and spinning you all around,
It will knock you to your knees,
Lifeless and unbound!

® Registered: Ann Rich   2005


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Honesty

Honestly when I speak do I sound just like an air head? 

Honestly when you see me do you look at me and think about how strange I look? 

Honestly when i'm not around do you say mean things about how I am?
 
Honestly when I smile do you feel completely grossed out? 

Honestly when I read on the train do you think geek or some pretty cute smart girl? 

Honeslty when I get a little tantrum do you feel like calling it quits, do you tell your 
friends when i'm not around?

 Honestly how honest are you? 

I'm a big girl I can take the truth don't hide it from me. 

If it's bad then I will cry but baby know that I am not weak I will learn from this and I 
will get stronger with every hit so please don't spare my feelings be honest when I ask 
you. 

Honesty when I look like a fool don't tell me that I look pretty just because I might get 
insecure. 

Honestly if you think I look fat tell me right now but that you can't take back because I 
will take it to heart and work out everyday in the gym just to look hot for you because 
you told me.

 Honestly if I dye my hair and the color glares in the sun and makes me look like a clown 
tell me to my face that I look a mess and I promise I won't get mad I will get happy. 

Honestly baby be honest with me our love will grow each day if you do and I will be as 
perfect as I can be and you will be happy with me as a whole.


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The Heavy Sea

The heavy sea trembles as

I stand with my back to the

Whistling cold wind

In the air spaces the smiles

That hide the pain..

From the sunset as it, glisten

Leaving a calmness over the

Open sea..

As the light fades…

I find myself comforted amid

The sea..

I bury my feet in the cool damp

Seashore…

As the cold wind whistles and

The sunset glistens.. 


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Ship of Dreams


A ship in a dream pointing
her shapely shadows from the shadowed dawn.
The image tumbling on a castoff rose-swept bay 
and sweeping waves.

I watched in vain this drowsy ship from an older day.
Sails billowed in the swift winds sway.
Amidst the painted mid sea-blue waves caressed
the shore-sea green.
Taking in awe and wonder my breath indrawn the salty sea air.

I watched through timeless dream shades as alas
she sank into the moonlight.
The sea was only sea all was left the 
dream with me.


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Upon Unwashed Stones

In my fancy, I sat upon yet unwashed stones, 
surrounded by Tide's ebbing and rising flows. 
Time comes and goes and 
the stones wear, erode. 
But still I return 
to sanctuary, 
my abode. 
I return to silence broken by 
free-flying gulls and 
gentle lapping waves. 
The sea, Great Lady, everchanging 
but not, 
calls 
inspires 
never tires. 
When pull comes, she accedes 
then on distant shore rises, 
then to me returns, 
returns 
returns again. 
Would that I could do but the same? 
Something not to be. 
So I sit, 
I listen, 
I wait 
upon unwashed stones. 
And instead, 
I dream.


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Teach's sword

Look at my face, -
see scars of Demelt.
Enormous black beard
woven and lit by matches; 
staring back at you.

Feared of reputation,
I reflect in my blade -
a ladies man in style.
With feathered tricorn, hemp 
and multiple weapons to hand.

Representing ferocious battles,
and yet no account of killing one;
I use my terrors' edge,
to gain entry of ship;
Steal valuables, gold, food, weapons amd liquor.

Aye; 'tis by rumour alone
we did battle those seas
of 1718 and more.
Notorious our piracy legion lives on,
My handle Black Beard, Teach, Drummond.

I forever a treasured and trusted companion, 
historic; now I lay to rest for all to see.
One but rescued, when run aground;
on Queen Annes Revenge,
around Ocracoke Inlet, North Carolina Seas.


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Whispers

As I gaze at the people, they wear shorts of colors
ranging from crimson to teal.
Women in tight bikinis are striding along the sand.
The fiddler crabs flee.
The salt of the coast engulfs the air.
A girl finds a luminous shell and hears
the echoes of time. A boy
in the sea is feeling salt water on his hair
and skin for the first time.
As a college woman is riding
an orange bike on the boardwalk, she smells
the scent of coffee and fries at Seaside Café.
On the moss-embraced, massive rocks, I notice the sun uniting
with the ocean’s emerald edge.
At night, the waves crash against the treaded shore; teenagers
seclude themselves beneath the walkway.
A couple is walking on the shore collecting
sparkling pebbles, radiant driftwood.
On the jetty, with whispers of the impressions, I am 
endeavoring to write.


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Shaping The Earth

Nothing but darkness fills the air,
hiding shapes upon the sea.
Waves crash harshly
on the unsuspecting shore,
appearing suddenly out of the blackness,
ripping the sand savagely
from its resting place.
The wave carries it off to a foreign beach
and dumps it there,
until it is once again
thrown about by a wave.


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Untitled #15 / Nowhere to go

Nowhere to go, nobody to sea
cut off your anchors, unfurl the sails
and drift.
Why fight fate?


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Echoes in a Bottle

Here, on the isle of plantains and regrets
the saplings were left in mocha soil.

Four silver stalks, grafted in lime,
upright in slippery shadows of coconut palms.

Brass insignia rings left intact at the base of each plant
along with portions of a favorite novel.

Chapters six and seven, in succession
to whet the appetite of future unwilling visitors...

After all, do islands recover souls lost at sea with pleasure?
Do they break the waves, just right against their skin
to save the aqua salt lungs from shriveling in death?
Perhaps.  And, if so, it's with these gifts to ancient earth
and cut off civilization, that we leave our stamp.
In the inhuman humidity, with mosquitos grown to humming bird size
we will raft our way out to the blue,
taking our life's chances, as if they were ours to gamble with.

Should you find the remnants of our sentiments,
written on the bark of a paper tree,
secured, fixed with cork and Steward Brown's wax in this bottle,
along with the last of our brandied island thoughts,
we pray you success in recovering the part of yourselves
which knows how to thrive on the outskirts of the universe.

For this, dear friends, is exactly where you are.


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A Savage Sea

A Savage sea has summoned me
its white waves beckon and call
for those wild winds with their morbid tunes
have become one with the Loreli's song.

Embraced by the waves and the rising tide
I fight their caresses for naught

Nevermore,
Nevermore,
shall I see the shore.

The sea has summoned me.


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Diving

Surrounded by water.
         Moving along with
the creatures of this land
   and following
a crab on the ocean floor.

Your body feels alive,
         suspended in the green water,
            as the rain falls on the surface,
bending the light
    this way and that.


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The Field Of Summer

The bright 
Summer sky
Of Myconos
With little cold 
Wind 
From nearby 
Bluish green sea
Breezes
Wrinkled cheeks
As she sit 
Down 
On a field
Of olive groves
And 
Paintbrushes
The flamboyant
Peacock
Gracefully 
Waltzing
Toward her 
His manly steps
Crunching 
Over the surface
Of dried tares
Golden 
While 
Clear clouds 
Slowly sway 
Giving way 
To her 
Pink scented lips 
To be kissed
By sunlight
Busy 
Caressing 
The watermelon
Juicy 
As she waits
For the love
Of her
Man






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New Orleans

New Orleans 
New Orleans 
A time of sorrow at least it came 
[by wind] and not by hand of man 
to give ones life is hard enough 
to lose a city by God's command 
at least it's not so rough 
the way of life at your command 
is flooded. 

Charles Robert Hice 

Copyright ©2006 Charles Hice 


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The Mary Celeste of my Life

Lost at sea, rudderless
Steaming coffee awaiting lips
gone into eternal mystery
Ghosts of love long vanished
Shipshape sinking soul
A'fouled by waves
of indignant pain
Love lost at sea
Empty vessel sails on
Adrift
Ever adrift
Indifferent to its fate
Destination of no concern
Where has the crew
vanished to?


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Dream On The Beach

Soft wind blows at my skin
warm and fuzzy;
Like my cocoa brown eyes
My hazel skin feels warm against the sun....
Maybe if I could fly I would
Kiss the sky.....and take a piece 
of the warm sun to my heart.
I breathe beauty as I sit 
On the blackest of sand and 
My long black hair blowing to
The sky like black fire
Maybe if I was 
a flaming godess 
I would rule it all;
The sun the sky the moon
In full glory. 
I feel the warm and fuzzy 
Wind against my bronze like skin
I smile to the sky as 
The rushes over the sand
Tickling my feet softly.
Maybe if I was as free as the 
Water at the beach
I would be free as
Blue birds and bees
My love for nature 
Frees my soul as I fly
To a beautiful heaven.....
My dream fades as I come back to 
my bronze colored body
Covered with black sand
Dark as the smooth midnight


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My Love Of The Seas

Here I love you, the seas so calm. 
In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself. 
The moon glows like phosphorus on the still waters. 
Seasons, all of a different kind, go chasing each other. 
The snow unfurls on the shores like dancing figures. 
A silver gull soars down from the skies, 
sometimes like a sail open and graceful… 
Sailing high, high up to the skies. 
Oh the black cross of a ship. 
Alone, sometimes I get up early and even my soul is wet. 
Far away the Sea sounds, and resounds. 
In the far distance, a port off the still waters. 
Here I love you, the horizon hides you in vain. 
Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels, 
they cross the sea towards no arrival. 
I see myself forgotten like those old anchors. 
The piers sadden when the afternoon moores there. 
My life grows tired, hungry with no purpose. 
I love what I do not have. 
My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights, 
the night comes and the stars sing to me. 
The moon turns it's clockwork dreams. 
The biggest stars look at me with your eyes, 
as the pines in the wind want to sing your name, 
with their leaves of wire. 



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Flipflops in the Sand

Walk with me
don’t say a word
walk in these footprints
until you feel
my wobbly heartbeat

Flip flop tracks in the sand
I see yours ahead, nearly washed away
I am just a bit late

Hold my empty hand
these fingers that search for your face
in the mist of nightdreams

This fraying thread that joins
such a poignant catastrophe
glimmers and shivers
flickers and fades with anticipation
that possibly
someday may come

My needs are slight
your offerings less

Days become formless
nights without substance

. . . washing away.


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TO REACH THAT HORIZON

Many times I stood idle and silent
on this same shore at dawn,
staring out at the unreacheable horizon
torn by a disheartned feeling;
and in spite of discouragement
its distance became more real!

When nights were blurry
and the appearance of stars
was so impossibly remote...
to make me aimlessly grope:
the growth of doubt relied on instincts,
to let darkness uncover that mystery!

To reach that horizon,
possibility needs to be reconsidered
to let this undecided spirit venture and
take me from this dark shore
to the blueness of another sky;
to reach that horizon...
courage must surpass fear,
and my perception must be clear...
foreseeing the events that will follow
without interfering or asking why! 

Many nights I sat on the edge
of the foaming rocks,
trying to get a step closer
to those intangible stars...
always intercepting my message
and making wait me like before!

To reach that horizon,
I should stimulate the interest
of all the introvert stars;
to interrelate and be heard!
To reach that horizon...
I should demand their confidence,
not be hesitant or fightened
into telling me the stark truth!


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Sailing free

On a cool, crisp spring morning
There, tossed in the bottom of the boat, 
Is a life jacket, so bright orange 
Sea green abyss lay below my vessel
With the northern breeze 
My spirit quietly nestled
 
To invite,
and pleased am I , my little sail boat and I thrust onward 
My sails are free and billowing white 
Wind in my face, across the deck here, sheer delight  
The sun is beaming and throwing its shadows this day 
Just the wind and I,
on a journey to nowhere”, I say 
Not a care
Threads of wind brush the blades of my hair 
 


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From Lonesome Shore

Enclosed within a shroud
of misery and hopes blown awry;
Silent and still I stand listening
to a selkies lonesome cry.

''While away your lifetime
wandering woebegone shores.
Midst the changing of the wind,
come to me, cling to me.
---Desert your vacant vessle of dreams fast vanishing.''

''Abandone life,
hear my song,
and join my dreary solitude.'' 


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Untitled #151 / An anchor-hold

But before I could enjoy such a moment
I first had to put my sloop into port,
just as the ship of my soul must now
find an anchor-hold, somewhere in
this vast ocean of melancholy blue, so deep
no rope could reach the bottom.


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mermaid pome

mermaid pome 

she is lofty but not out of reach 
hair is shimmering in waves 
waking me with her touch 
almost 
 but not too much 
she calls out my name 
wait she says 
and then she stops to breathe 
she is my mermaid 
playing me like the fish i am 
honey i was still asleep i cry 
yes she said and that is why i try 
to love yew 
she is my ewe 
my life 
my wife 


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not so far

Icy currents wrap around
    drifting
         broken pieces
of she
emptied into terrible
unfathomed seas
    drowning
         alone ~
yet knowing
    a curiously
warm current
comes
    whispering heartsongs
surrounding curled toes
    quivering lip
          sanguine eyes
with
humid breath
    healing
    binding
          promises
. . . . . of tended wounds
   upon trusted touch
tender
    hope roots deeply
         in your pocket
    carried close within
        on blue oceans
                   not. so. far.


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mariner's moon

       The mariner's moon
strikes shadows starlight deep
questing mystery
within the slipping stars
       silver on the strands
of love.
   and you alone may take
the sailor's hand to lead him
home.
   as dark forms against the 
crimson skye
    your silent figures meet
at home.


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When Summer Comes


Summer, soon, will be opened 
to all with warm hugs and the blue sea 
will welcome us, cheerfully. And, when 

its pompous eyes rinse the day
in the great bath of its eternal 
breath, the weightless hands of 

twilight night will satiate love and these 
craving cicalas that flirt with the hornpipe dancers 
are indeed twinkly damas de noche, 

whose enamouring flames prowl 
for their naked souls, glowing like 
sparkly jewels in the evening sea.




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Water Cycle

Do spring the parched dust
of palates unhinged in thirst
waiting for cracked clouds
and marbled eyes
Do watch the grey light
shafting skin of sky and rain
sitting on the edge
to nip surprise
Do lift the white moon
on silver strings to star beat
floating on dew drops
and water beads
Do calm the ocean
a swelling wave impatient
waiting for cracked clouds
to cycle forth...


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New Orleans II

New Orleans II 
New Orleans II 
The battle of New Orleans 
was fought with wind and rain, 
no one won,but all have come 
to feel the loss of home a homeless 
person feels,he feels his loss 
he feels his pain,he lives 
from one day to the next 
the same way and manner 
all the rest of you do, 
and sometimes better. 

Charles Robert Hice 

Copyright ©2006 Charles Hice 


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The Night's Reflection

                                                The night has come,
                                                 And the land is dark
                                       The sea reflects the moonlight,
                                                  As the darkness
                                                  Reflects my heart...
 


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Keepers of the Tide

Tide pulleys on our ankles
Old copper green and salt blue
follow us in tow as we run up the beach
Laughing. laughing. laughing.
Sky capes whip the wind on our shoulders
Silk grey sheets of atmosphere skin
hauling the moon on the tip of tumultion
Falling. falling. falling.
Bracelets of stars electric our wrists
silver white heat and we glow on the sea
out of breath now as we run and we run
Collapsing. collapsing. collapsing.
Blanket of black as we melt into sand
heavy to carry the cycles and such
All of the beach comes to pass in our hands
Sleeping. sleeping. sleeping.


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Golden Sunrise

    Above the waters
Above the sparkling sea
   A golden sunrise 
Reflected in the brine
   The sky is lit up 
with brillant colors
     Small sea creatures 
are tossed by the waves
    The sun heats the water
allowing its inhabitants 
             to continue to live beneath 
the waves
               A beachcomber walks by
in the early morning 
     Her eyes are riveted
on the sunrise
     She smiles subtly when 
she feels the rays
            strike her face
She knows the new
          dawn will bring change
  To the sea, to the land
to creatures great and small
   Other eyes have seen the 
bright sunrise
    Other eyes have seen the 
sunset
    This morning may never 
be repeated
Yet there's time for her 
To enjoy the crashing of 
the waves
        as they strike 
a sandy shoreline      
  As morning falls sround
her shoulders
   our beachcomber takes a breath 
of the salt sea air
    Life is renewed once more
 
    
                 


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FOR EVERY SACRIFICE

For every sacrifice, there will be
a reward awaiting; a crown for a beauty,
a trophy for an athlete
whose forehead drips with sweat;
and a standing ovation
for all who firmly believe in peace and unification. 


For every smile you offer
to the homeless and beggar....
savoring the harshness of winter,
is a flame that can radiate heat;
quarters and dimes, or even a dollar
hasn't much value now days, but for them they do. 


For every thought you bring forth,
it must be expressed with a dignified intent;
no foul play planned to get vengeance and feel full,
think before you act, try to avoid a conflict...
fits of anger can ruin a good friendship,
find out the facts, and control your mood.


For every love and fortune you admire and wish to have,
you must merit it, and sometimes you need to take giants steps,
before anyone can see you reaping the joys that induced it;
what is given with a big heart, is returned in a thousand folds...
anything you deprive yourself of, to make that person happy and feel loved,
is a permanent imprint that time itself is unable to erase.


For every small victory won when hope seems faint,
there is a story worth writing on a battlefield which doesn't know calm;
and they restlessly keep on watching the starry shore until light awakens their ship;
their promise cannot be broken by the dreading fears outlasting the uncertain dawn...
for every sacrifice they make, brings serenity to their loved Motherland,
and their time is not wasted chasing after foolish things, but it extends beyond love.  
 

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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Charted course,occasionally blown....

Fits of fancy windrifts blow
tidbits chancy...abyss unknown
bellowing sails mushroomed force
following trails laid out in course

Navigating distant stars
alleviating lost afar
charted seaways ripple past
plumb line used as centered mast

Scales to tip uneven flow
weight to shift as whitecaps grow
determined strength fast to hold
adventures journey of the bold

Occasional drift course askew
from mighty winds above that blew
challenges faced this sea may test
keel's purpose balanced best.......


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Seaside Romance

Every time the pungent scent of sea salt
Is suspended in the clammy, nighttime air
She thinks of the sweltering summer nights
Spent with you on the golden, sandy beaches

Every time she hears the gentle, frothy waves
Crashing against the radiant shore of sea glass 
She thinks of the lively afternoon picnics
Shared with you on the vivacious boardwalk

Every time she sees the seagulls fly in flocks
Through the indefinite September skies
She thinks back to the blissful times spent
Encased in your arms, underneath the stars

Every time she feels the sand of the beaches 
Emanating heat from below her bare feet
She thinks of how she'll never experience
Such a wonderful seaside intimacy again


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The Chubby Banana

The world was yellow. When I stepped off the plane –
The bright blazing sun beamed the tarmac and I was for some moments blinded.

A native child welcomed me.
She handed me a leaf’d crown, a banana and leant up to kiss my cheek.

That evening I slept.
In the morning I woke to a dazzling array of tropical bird song and aromas of 
Nicaraguan coffee, melons and mango, fried yummy banana . . . . and the warm 
sea –

I took a dip. Naked.
Something swam with me. Below me. Near me. Even, I think, right above me.

It began to rain bananas –
Astounding yes, indeed, but it hurt. One hit me on the back as I tried to swim 
away and one hit me on the head.
They fell into the turquoise sea like rain drops .  .  .
I ducked under and dove beneath the yellow hail –
Swimming beneath a sea of yellow bananas that pelted my waves.
I thought that I would never eat another banana again if I could only stay alive.
Then I thought that perhaps it was good to rain bananas.
If that was so, sharks might wish to feast on the plethora of floating raining 
bananas and not on a chubby limb that I use to swim –

I swam naked toward a dock, whilst being pelted still on my back and legs.
I finally reached the dock. 
The native child was there.

Where is your crown, she asked.
I threw it away.
Why.
I don’t wear crowns, I told her. And I don’t eat bananas –



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Two faces, the sea

Soft flows the ripples near days end, so calm and vast.
Gentle and smooth is your skin, unbroken, untouched
Dancing in hills and valleys to the music of the tender dusk wind.
Deep under the top life does thrive.
Shallow to the human eye yet unfathomable in meaning.
Like liquid silk to even the rough ones touch.

Descends upon your face the magnificent setting sun,
The ball of fire; yellow, orange, violet and red,
Reflected off you to match the splendor of the image fed.
Twinkle and sparkle one last time does your pride,
Illuminating your beauty 10 fold of the sun,
Jealous does get even the magnificent one.
Hiding behind trees, and the ground
Disappears does the mighty sun ashamed of defeat, behind the horizon.

Your downy bright attitude and twinkling snow-white,
Engulfed in a cloak, that dreaded night.
Mysterious and dark or so you seem, 
But that same magnificent beauty, even behind your cloak, you do redeem.
Act as a mirror, do you, to the intoxicating goddess of night,
Full and proud she does shine.
Her followers, small but bright speckle your dark cloak with light.
Long became the shadows made by trees upon your skin,
Cold became your flesh like blood of ones who sin.
That eerie silence you now hold broken by a wolf’s howl.
You, mistress of darkness, den of sea serpents past; queens of mystery, and all 
else follows.

You, the mysterious enlightened one, with faces two and many more, each within 
its own beauty.
To praise thee incompetent am I, I look upon thee, “oh beauty”, I say with a sigh. 


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A Bridge

Strengthen your stakes
Lengthen your chords
On the right and left
Ascend, break forth
‘Bove sea to land
Stretch forth to it
Extend your reach
Get over it
Just like a bridge
To barren cities
Rejoice and sing
When inhabited
Enlarge your tent
Lengthen your chords
Strengthen your stakes
Ascend, break forth
‘Bove sea to land
Stretch forth to it
Just like a bridge
Get over it.


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Loblolly Cove

As I traverse the rocks in Loblolly Cove
Searching for solid footing 
Amongst jagged teeth and seaweed slopes
As the shadows of Herrings call out warning
Circling high above in the slipstream
Thunderous and pounding are the waves
Sending the curious gulls to flight
Amidst the wind whipped brackish bite
Snapping at my heels with each step trodden
Watching the white caps on Normans Woe
They are spirits of sailors in the archaic hulls
Descending for a reckoning in darkened skies
A tattered and eerie line
To the horizon the cloud cover spreads
Listening to the symphony of the coastline
As I traverse the rocks in Loblolly Cove




Inspired by Vince Suzadail's "Pending Storm".
These are the rock I climbed every day as