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Details | Free verse | |

Your Ocean

I stand on the edge of your ocean, ready to dive in
Wanting to discover the depths of you
I have looked at the surface of you
Beautiful beyond my puny words
Sometimes your calmness relaxes me
I become lost in your serenity
My eyes are stretched to your horizon
I can not see all of you
I play innocently along your shores
I dip my toes into your cool waters
Slowly I am drawn into you
I feel you encompass my body
Then there is an undertow
I am helpless to resist, drawn further from the shore
To the centre of you
I do not wish to escape
I trust you with my very soul
Sinking beneath the surface
I am wrapped in your embrace
Color surrounds me, my being is infused with your joy
The feeling of weightlessness, we are now joined
You are the beginning and completion of me
I was not meant to just stand on your shores

Dedicated to the Love of my life. I continue to explore the depths of her.

Written in 2013, I forget the month.

Entered into Shadow's "Your Favorite Old Poem" contest.


Details | Rhyme | |

Ocean of Sorrow

Since you left I seem to drift
Sorrow's current, very swift
Pulling me beyond yesterday's
Searing pain of velvet stingrays.

In this vast deceiving ocean
I drown in waves of emotion.
On the oily ocean floor of life
I try to dodge its knowing knife.

A tropical depression on my mind
In my fragile nakedness I find,
That memories are the true enemy
Deceiving fronds of the anemone.

In hungry oysters I plant the seed
On every sandy thought they feed.
Mother of pearl coating every care
I wear pearls of grief in my hair.

I explore this endangered coral reef
Your bright fishes touch my grief.
Memories in every detailed hue
Remembering the essence of you.

Are you even aware of the burning pain
Of yearning so much to see you again?
In the whirlpools of my mind
Will I ever sweet closure find?

Under rocks I find glistening tears
To keep as semi-precious souvenirs.
Timeless treasures to sustain tomorrow
As I dive into the ocean of sorrow.


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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.


Details | Free verse | |

Ocean of Memories

countless...
that's how she perceives them to be
treasured in a bottle,
crystal clear
afraid one day they'd disappear
or get clouded...

but they do not...
for it is kept in the heart,
protected by the spirit

a smile...
...laughter
teardrops,
a sob
a kiss
a sigh
a whisper
...a scream
a touch
a look
...candles
hearts stopping...
words spoken
and unspoken
trips...
falling,
rising, climbing
darkness---shadows--
Light.
Lessons
learned
in life

each one
aggregating
to form a whole

As waves
come and go,
so do these memories
but 
they always return
some faded,
but still there

regrets, triumphs
luck and fate
unlocked faith.

apologies as fickleness speaks,
hard to choose
just a single memory
so she chooses sand...

...countless...
that's how she perceives them to be
treasured in a bottle
that's now opened

to be released 
to roam freely
in the Ocean of Memories





dec 8 2010, for Frank's Fondest memories contest :)







Details | I do not know? | |

The Beach of Promises

The Beach of Promises


1.


Fingers entwined, barely touching,
turquoise waters teasing your dancing toes,

strolling along that serene deserted beach,
our promised dreams within aching reach.


2.


Hands clasped, holding on,
sea-breezes tickling the nape of your neck,

walking together, alone, vowing to never breach,
the dreams dreamed on that faraway velvet beach.


3.


Hands in my pockets, alone,
traces of you linger, teasing,

lost in my scribbles, your memory fading out of reach,

my thoughts ablaze, now and then,
catching a whiff of your fragrance,

wafting through alleyways of nostalgia,
your hand in mine on our pristine beach.




Details | Free verse | |

Along the Ocean Shore

strolling all alone at the ocean shore embracing the cold breeze of a new sunrise I feel the freshness of the soft and gentle wind touching tenderly my whole being as you again fill my mind I hear the yodel of the small waves every melody conveys message leaving behind the memories I’ll forever cherish once in a while, waves walk towards me I can feel the tenderness of their kisses they wrap around with soft sand on my feet great relief and happiness I feel the scent of the peaceful ocean wafted on air I smell its therapeutic power for all my pains as I start to see a new sunshine I’m sure tomorrow I’ll be fine only scars are left behind to remind me to keep stronger as I’ll move on in my life
Nov. 25, 2012 First Place Contest: Any Poem Goes Judged:3/6/13 Poet Sponsor: My Greatest Poet PD Fourth Place Contest: Synesthesia Judged: 5/26/13 Sponsor: Nette Onclaud


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Summer's Breath

A warm breeze gently lifts the white voile
I watch it dance from across the room where I lay
Half awake, and recovered from yesterday’s toil 
I’m awakened to the smell of an early summer’s day

Honey suckle makes its heightened presence known
As it thickens the air with pungent perfume
Soft, sunrays through the opened window shone 
And cast shadows of climbing ivy in costume

While brilliant blue skies steal their golden hue
Bid me arise and take in the vast beauty all around
The endless sunrises and sunsets, to pursue
When the world is young again and life is more profound

I hear the ocean’s call through the wind, ’come home’
Our long distance love affair still grows strong
It makes no difference where these feet may roam
In summer or winter, love endures and can’t be wrong
~*~
06/12/13


Details | Haiku | |

'the ocean'

Abyssal, deep, the ocean flows and ebbs--drowning souls under, tide-like.


Details | Lyric | |

Turn on your light

Turn On Your Light.

Turn on your light

Turn on your light
Light the velvet softness of your night
You might have felt that breath of sweetest power
In that silver moon
That paints the twilight hours
Have you ever felt that mystic pull
That takes you from the smallest flower 
To melt into the all.

I sometimes stand there staring at the sea
As each wave reaches out to destiny
To fade and then to come back
So another wave might form
To be destroyed
Then to be reborn….

Turn on your light
Pass no judgment, who’s to say what’s right?
 No need for this when light is shining bright
Have you felt such magic
Have you felt that pull
It’s something that must happen to each fool
He must learn how to melt into
The silence of the all.

The secrets they be wrote within your soul
Seek them out and let them make you whole
Each flower it must bloom then die
So know your precious I
Must be destroyed
To be reborn… 


Details | Narrative | |

The Indian Ocean Tsunami

My heart cries for thousands and thousands of people
those who perished in the earthquake-spawned waves;
known as tsunami, the worst natural disaster
that caused tons and tons of deaths across Asian countries.

It’s a great tragedy, a giant blow to humanity,
with its repercussions to all spheres of life –
a wake-up call, an immediate response
that needs to be attended to and done forthwith.

Global mourning takes its course in every nation,
particularly in these countries of Asia where –
Indonesia, Thailand, Sri Lanka are faced with difficulties;
in coping with destructions, tragedies, and other commotions
indeed, an urgent call that needs an international attention.

In four decades this catastrophe has ceased its wrath,
but after that starts another episode, so terrifying
that people who are caught up in that mere situation
can solemnly declare and profess their fears.

Oh, Mother Nature! at times we don’t know
your reactions that cause pandemonium,
tragedy, destruction, sorrow, and pain to all
like this one, a very strong and powerful disaster.

However, across the world, people show their compassion
with their unwavering generosity that floods in all levels
it’s an illustration that we’re humans with caring behaviors
to all those who’re afflicted and severely hit by this phenomenon.

I can’t imagine how the world mobilizes and responds
showing their love and concern to these people in pain
loss of lives, heart brokenness, and other misfortunes;
these generate an answer to be mindful of them in many ways.

I see the unprecedented generosity that rolls in every land,
institutions and other organizations make a collaboration
in what is conceived and put into action: fund raising,
charity, and pledges of thousands of donors.

Horrific media images shown in television channels,
are remarkable pointers for reflection and yet an invitation;
for someone who needs conversion and a return to church call,
that life can be as quick as those giant waves that killed many people.

It’s a theological reflection which embraces human sufferings,
Like a pathway to profound invocation, faith and trust in Him;
Oh God, our source of strength and goal to fulfill this portion
Where we unite ourselves to all those who’re in afflictions.


Details | I do not know? | |

My Wishes are Simple





My Wishes are Simple


My wishes are simple,
my desires few,

to gaze upon an ocean,
and marvel at a solitary drop of dew.



My wishes are simple,
my dreams not too grand,

to feel the waves teasing my tired feet,
with no footprints left in the cool, wet sand.



My wishes are simple,
my thoughts serenely gentle, calm,

my heart resting beneath a swaying palm,

healing my being, caressed by nature's soothing balm.





Details | Rhyme | |

A frog like me

When Fancy`s Fairy barefooted runs in the happy green, 
The blond bees dance near honey comb in New Jersey…
One Ocean distance to lie in daily gray and self mercy:
This butterfly lost the way of Brasil Carnival just seen

In virtual  3D in the last movie of the “generation mall”
At the European new poles beyond the old courtain.
The goldfish .jpg ,pdf , new prezi in chatrooms mentain
Virtual people looking for exotic food, forgot the call.

Beyond pictures.jpg, new projects.prezi kept in leptop,
Postmodern hermeneutics of love lost the compass
And compassion in this aquarium whose ocean may pass 
All in those proclaimed Mayas last days ,they will  stop.

Staying on the large yellow water lily, a frog like me
Is fascinated by the ocean of your eyes and their swords.
 I Goggle out at the little crumbs of bread and words
As thrown by the good visitors of the small lake free.
 
“Your bread is dry and dull: You are not good for Soup!”
I wanted to share the dinner with my noble neighbor:
A reddish tortoise stopped near my poetical harbor.
I know. I know I don`t live in Galapagos with your group.

Defiant white and red beets wait on the table` bands;
Horse radishes with invisible pricking javelin, vinegar,
Turkey, salad decorated with sweet basil, potatoes eager.
Family, Trinity, prayers, smiles, candles shaking hands.


Details | Verse | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Going Home

What is it to see the soil of home again?
A welcome, snow-struck and a return
To cold; sharp white contrasts sunburn.
We converse in broken tongues to men

We know, hooked on holiday language
Comprised of wandering hand signs.
Collect the car and pay parking fines,
Drive through towns and over a bridge

Until we reach the Western gateway.
Oh when will we arrive at our house?
No camels there, only field mouse
Which are eaten by our cat anyway.

The plane flies for an age, slyly yawning
Through the stretching, pealing sky,
A knife through air; what it is to fly.
Our travels over; a new day is dawning.


Details | Lyric | |

Transformation of Propensity

As I walk upon this road of life…
I desire the path absent from strife…
Free from monetary delusions…
Free from Egocentric energy games of confusion…
Moving from hoping there is greater purpose to existence…
Into knowing the significance of removing resistance…

Floating within the ocean of motion, seeking to find inner peace…
Surrendering to the will of inquisitive nature, allowing false beliefs release…

Show me my dreams, revealing true desires…
Show me the mystery to ignite the passionate intension fire…
Show me my source of loves purity…
Free from judgments latent with fearful insecurities.

Floating within the ocean of motion, seeking to find inner peace…
Surrendering to the will of inquisitive nature, allowing false beliefs release…

I am a seed floating among winds of change…
Nurtured by the fertility of divinity…
To flourish is to breathe…
Mind is the soil for my seeds of desire…
My spoken word is the sunlight, the water…
Creating materialization of tangible fruit…

 Floating within the ocean of motion, seeking to find inner peace…
Surrendering to the will of inquisitive nature, allowing false beliefs release…


Details | Free verse | |

Here at the Ocean

Here at the ocean, safely inside, views that conspire
Salt in the air, shadows that lie, in the dark of the night
She was love, without kindness, trying to escape sunset
Sands moving time, the tide retreats, platinum foam
The air of night, sea-gulls crash, no feelings to secure you
My shadow runs, the dawn of light smiles, honesty screams
Wait in this place, my lover is in flight, fire in her eyes
Contentment is fear, loneliness is patience, green with envy
I’ll wait for my love, by the sea, where the sun never shines

~Rick Berry


Details | Quatrain | |

Ocean Friend

Tonight I drove down to the coast
to soothe my troubled mind
The ocean always speaks to me
with wisdom so sublime 

I found a place all by myself
and looked out to the sea
The memories of a thousand days
all gathered here for me

The ocean sounds they never fail
to take me far away
The breeze so gentle on my face
I love the ocean spray

The sand becomes my bed tonight
the waters cover me
The moon looks down from up above
my mind is trouble free


Details | Free verse | |

The Farthest Shore

When the wave falls

on that farthest
shore

does it finally die.

When the swish of

the tumbling fall

cries into the
night,

who hears,

in it's soft sweet
cry

an echo of oceans
past.

On the winds swift
wings

past shallow sharp
reef

tonguing cold teeth

currents that sweep

the soundings deep

and beyond ken,

at first in front,

and then behind.


Moving in ranks

each one alone

yet by Nature's gift


one and the same.

To catch but a
reflection
from the wave
before,

and turning it
should

see that which has
stood,

not standing in Time

but all in align,

and to reach not out

across the trough of
desire

but into the depths

and find true self
there.


Earth spins true,

Universal laws
known,

to be obeyed and

dis obeyed,

swept by energies

flowing and real

as hot sun and cold
moon.

The exquisite tilt
exists

as an inquiring head

so that it all takes
place

beneath liquid feet

crossing a sea of
space.

With each sandy kiss

waves energy passed

to shifting sands,

to sound,

the outgoing wave

from shore to
rebound,

to meet off shore,

to unite once more

beyond trough and
crest,

in the ocean

we found.


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Dusk at the Quay

Dusk at the quay

The dusk is here, down by the sea
A summer’s day, a nice cool breeze
And as the sun be sinking lower
A silence with it’s awesome power  
Descends on all for each to hear
As I feel the breath of God, so near.

The boats all anchored in the quay
They look so sleepy now
They wave and bob upon their beds
As the breeze touches their sails
They sit there sleeping till the morn
Then wake up gleaming with the dawn.

What is it then about the dusk?
That brings this silence on
What brings this sense of mystery?
When the sun it soon be gone
When crashing waves may hit the sand
All done with the aid of God’s firm hand.

I sit and watch the Sun go down
It’s the mystery of death
I see it sink then disappear
There’ll soon be nothing left
For the Sea does rob him of his light
He’ll come back, though, with morning light.

14 September 2013 @ 0642hrs.


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Blue Escape

Looking out over the cliff to the waters azure, Pondering life’s questions that are so unsure. On the ocean waves floats all my dreams, While washing away my fears or so it seems. Morning light on the ocean produces a sapphire hue, While the water on blades of grass is a clear dew. The scenes seem so peaceful and full of grace, It just eases my soul and slows down my pace. Its quiet hypnotic trance produced seems to heal, Escaping the reality of life for a time is its appeal. Suddenly the wind churns the waters indigo blue, Human awareness returns to the things I knew.
Written July 29, 2012 For Francine Robert’s contest “On the ocean waves” Won 9th place


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Ocean

Waves carry away sand
but a few grains left behind...
memories in my mind.


Details | Blank verse | |

Naturacide

The crying ocean weeps fresh tears
The vacant beach so moist is gone
The sea swells like a throbbing cry
Caught in the throat of loneliness
 
Nature, tormented by time
Erodes herself and ebbs and flows
With the emotional tides of the moon
As the dawn breaks, fragments, scatters and is gone
The lone nascent emotion sparked within the soul
Embraces the new, the unpredictable
With all sense of time and order lost to the waves
Man falls into new nothingness
And finds sanity among the seasoned sighs of the tide
The warning whispers of the sea
 
The crying ocean weeps fresh tears
The nascent horizon is swallowed
The sea swells in a throbbing cry
Caught in the throat of despair

It is beautiful


Details | Rhyme | |

Drown

The water in my chest,
And my eyes, they burn,
Lungs burst for air,
They are losing all their turn.

My eyes see the light,
That swims in the water,
And as I sink,
My lungs burn hotter.

I try to breathe,
Yet only choke,
I scratch for the surface,
Pray that it be broke.

But I know that I,
Will soon touch sand,
But only beneath the waves,
I will never touch land.

So I close my eyes,
To be engulfed by the dark,
As as i slip away,
Shines bright,  the mark.

The deeper I go,
My dress cling to me,
As I drown,
Sink,
To the bottomless sea.


Details | Quatern | |

YOU HAD TO GO - QUATERN

I understand you had to go
Try to change you.. I wouldn't dare
So before you leave you should know
Your love and life are everywhere

You're the flowers in my garden
I understand you had to go
Kindly left me blooms that pardon
You're the colors in my rainbow

The rolling waves of ocean's flow
You are the stars in my night sky
I understand you had to go
But moonless evenings make me cry

A needed pause but not the end 
Beautiful fragrant afterglow
Can't breathe till you are back again
I understand you had to go

Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Contest Name: Do You Know Quatern?
Date: 4-28-14


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Ocean of Emotion

There’s an ocean of emotion, floating though my mind, and I’m drawing on the last things said. The more I think about it, the more I want to cry, and the past four days I’ve remained in my bed. My brain is ignoring my conscious state. Life around me seems of Twisted fate. The hour is that of getting late, which Seems as though it’s working against me. It’s been days since I last ate. My stomach contorted and aches. I keep popping these aspirin like there candy, my hair so dirty it’s sandy. Next I’ll be asking if you got a liver handy. I’m in need of my best mate If nothing else to clear my mind scape That’s seems great, but I haven’t talked to him as of late, and I’m not sure that it’s healthy, using him as an emotional escape My reality, a myopic view Thoughts so deep, this is where my image machine stews Pointing out all the things I’ve done wrong O dear god How long must I go on


Details | Free verse | |

Teardrop In An Ocean

One lonely loved teardrop
Splashing in an ocean
Causing ripples in innocence
For the introverted child
He or she, her or him
Understanding a fact of truth
Emotions tangled in emotions
For sight is finally whole

An abundance of thoughts
Due to immense exposure to life
The wishes of an infant are granted
Age is given in its complete nature
 No longer is the son sheltered
No longer is the princess protected
Who to trust? Who to avoid?
Boys and girls become fallible 

Girls become all that is woman
Boys become all sides of man
Both succumbing to pressure
Each learning through experience
To be a lady or to be promiscuous 
To be a gentleman or give into lecheries
To live for frailties or meaningful morals 
Each choice having consequences

The ambivalence of life is understood
Precious moments and painful memories
Happy and hated days become entwined
The little girl longs for love
The little boy longs for guidance
Independence is finally tested
Each falls into a frightening environment
As a teardrop in an ocean


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The Weeping

And so begins the weeping,
The weeping that comes in waves;
Waves that crash in evening tide
To begin the sorrows fade.
And yet in sorrow I sit,
Melancholy under night;
Night whose air reminds me still
That remembrance is the light.
And who shall be the teller,
The meter for this old song?
Sung in whispers meant for none,
Save for those who may belong.
On air and breeze cries carry,
Yet alone they reach the sea.
And I endure their telling 
As the waves crash over me.

C.L.Baker©2013


Details | I do not know? | |

The Sieve of Time



The Sieve of Time



Cast ashore,
along the banks of time,

whirling through the passing years,
clinging to my futile scribbles set in rhyme,


Cast ashore,
thrust into an unrehearsed pantomime,

clenching slivers of joy as weariness descends,
lulled into a peaceful slumber exhilaratingly sublime.


Cast ashore,
hazily adrift, a dandelion seed on the wings of time,

trapped in the sieve of spiralling memories,
caught between pristine bliss, and reeking slime.


Cast ashore,
flung aside for no discernible crime,

my human heart thuds with elusive hope,
though battered, bruised, and covered in grime,

I stagger ashore, 

alone,

embracing each moment of detached, oblivious time.



Details | Ballad | |

Last Words of the Mariner

Lying here in this life’s final berth,
No longer escaping to the sea.
If the greatest lie of all is not birth,
Death is life’s great treachery.

I think back to the times I spent
Sifting through the briny deep,
Deeply inhaling the saliferous scent,
Pleasure enough to make one weep.

The grave awaits me, I now admit,
As mortality is seeping through.
For if eternity is not a infinite pit,
I hope it ends in the quenching blue.


Details | Rhyme | |

Acid Dawn


Let us rest our heads upon the pillow of denial, turn twilight in the last clear reflection of the silent moon. Where vile droppings fell the freshness of the morning sea, turn to graveyards, lest we be; 
...swimming in an acid dawn.

The corpse of shellings, scales a strewn, where once transparent was so blue,
this morning features scarlet hue, as skin is shredded in the burning morn. 
Where vile droppings fell the freshness of the morning sea, turn to graveyards, 
lest we be;
...swimming in an acid dawn.

...And come mid sun up, we shall bathe; 
within sulfuric, petrol waves and drink our lemon juice until we choke. 
Till our teeth rot and our tears evoke, the pandora’s box which we awoke. 

An orange bright, our arid plight, and we the specks of dust behind;
lurching a dehydrated, evaporated existence. Famine on our minds.
Walking footsteps which no longer walk, dreaming of the past to escape the future as the present seeps our blood and marrow, the desert sun, a piercing arrow, stabbing at our hearts.

We hobble, oh we hobble and we hobble through the wasted years, through bones and makeshift graves, we’ll hobble into the final age;
where vile droppings fell the freshness of the morning sea, turn to graveyards,
lest we be;
...swimming in an acid dawn.

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It is estimated that within the next decade or two that the ocean will become so acidic as to dissolve the shells of mollusks and shellfish.  This in addition to the already dwindling supply of precious fresh water which we must share with our animal friends.  A supply by the way that we contaminate regularly, a supply that simply cannot be renewed. 

Desalination was looked upon as the next great solution to water shortage despite it's expense. However considering how the oceans are becoming increasingly polluted due to oil spill after oil spill and Fukushima's constant radioactive leaks, in addition to the acidification of the ocean itself, it appears that we will have no viable water to look forward to in the future. 

This is life.  Forget profit, it doesn't exist.  Nature has no concept of wealth, only of survival. If we all die, everything that we've accomplished will be forgotten, nature has no use for it. Currency will return to being simply paper and stone, and nothing else.

We need to stop thinking about ourselves and think of our children and all the other species that live upon the earth.


Details | I do not know? | |

Port of Call

Port of Call


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

with the breath of the ocean a caressing balm,
soothing pained memories away,
to the swaying of a solitary palm.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

feeling the brushing away of all past turmoil,
on a quest for solace, ever so hard to find,
yet comforted by the crashing of the waves,
as the tide cleanses all pain,
and leaves despair far, far behind.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

drenched in a sea-breeze of mist,
that hushes the ache of bygone moons,
tasting the salty tang on my lips,
as the burnished sun,
over the distant horizon,
swoons,

and dips.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

searching, ever searching,
for a slice of solitude,
as memory bids a final adieu,
reaching under the sea so vast,
and seeking comfort in the depths,
while embracing,
the tomorrows to come,
wishing that they be true.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

seeing my truths drown,
as they slip beneath the turquoise waters,

feeling my heart ablaze,
with a passion that rarely falters.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

yet knowing that I am home at long last,
wishing the waves would wash away,
the defences that once stood,
like an impregnable wall.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

I have found, at long last,

my final port of call.