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crimson tide

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                                    pink gulls of twilight

                                            circle the hidden cove...

                                                    sand between our toes




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Namagyan Beach

A beach captivating deprived eyes, Fascination, grandiose haven in July, Keeping lovely mountains nearby, Of Pacific, quixotic, refulgent sunset/sunrise. Tarry! Unwind! Vast waves eXtrudes Yuletide-like Zephyr.
Written: Aug. 16, 2012 This is a beautiful beach in Tamurong, Candon, I.S. It is located near my place or compound just a walking distance from my house. Its name was officially given by the people living in that area who are mostly relatives. The word "namagyan" means "relatives." Many visitors are going to this place and enjoy the nature, their moments and most especially the whole day of Sabado De Gloria (Black Saturday) and ecumenical services are held on this beautiful beach on the dawn/sunrise of Easter Sunday! It's a very fantastic place to visit! Come and see!


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Moonrise

 A moonrise over the bluff
 the earth is alive
 showing off her beauty in a ray of colors
 As the waves roll in hitting the sandy shore
 there's no place you would rather be
 a perfect moment in a perfect place
 nothing but you & the sea
 & as the 
 earthly winds whisper along your face
 you feel the freedom wash along your feet
 a moonrise captured 
 sitting so high 
 you thank the universe your alive..
 

Inspired by a photo taken at a beach where I grew up.


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places I've peed haiku series

1
Sun glints off ripples
Play of light in sheltered cove
Scenic lavatory

2
Backyard full of stars
Footsteps crack on frozen grass
Moonlit lavatory

3
Forested mountain side
Above twisting single track
Rider’s lavatory

4
Over arid land
Falling rain evaporates
Hot Aussie dunny

5
Sandy beach stretches
Tropical coral waters
Pristine lavatory

6
Beneath St. Paul’s dome
Lies manicured garden
Monumental lav.


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Peace of Nature

Peace of nature shows
how relaxing life can be
and can show you truth 


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Paradisiacal

Tranquil
the ocean
sun sinks
sky orange-red
with distance
comes moon
each wave
mutes night
circling gulls
waves and air
water and evening
infinite horizon...

Everything
utters night
losing shape
eyes closing
darkness in wind
each wave
the water
sky and moon
go together
with these words
I paint the sky dark...


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- Sun Umbrella -



                                       Sitting under my sun umbrella
                                    The ocean is my wonderful painting
                                     The sun shines on the small waves
                              Far in the distance I can glimpse a small boat


                                       I must have my sunglasses on
                       The sun heats I have shadow under my sun umbrella
                                    The sand on the beach is burning hot
                     The waves along the beach creates scratches in the sand








Turkey 23. 09. 2012
A-L  Andresen :)


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Listen To The Sea

Listen to the sea
Hear the waves roar,
Like as if the sound helps you soar
Through pieces of your life.
Let it remind you
That there will always be a friend
Who will be with you thick and through,
Whether it be me
Or someone else,
All I would want is for you to be happy.
If you’re ever lonely,
Just go and listen to the sea…


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A Pirate's Lot

Footprints on a sandy beach,
will be washed away by morning.
There's a storm out on the open sea,
A thunderclap - a warning!
A lonely ship is tossed about,
and struggles in the hue,
its motley crew begins to shout
at the wicked card they drew...
The ship takes on a starboard list,
the crew jumps in the drink,
lightning strikes the wooden mast,
the ship is doomed to sink.
Fear fills the hearts of those
from captain down to yeoman,
but yo this rugged life they chose
not heeding sign nor omen.
Are you really safe from shark attack,
while standing on the shore?
A mighty ship in port is safe,
but that's not what ships are for...

Copyright © 2007


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Malvan Beach imagery deciphered

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




 




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Seaside serenity

Simple treasures we have found
(seaweeds, fossils
seashells, crabs)
as we learned to look around

Walking holding hand
(He stopped
and wrote)
I love you in the sand

As the tides began to rise
(He laughed
I cried) 
as the words disappeared before our eyes

But simple treasures we have found
(become fossilized
loving memories) 
as we learn to look around


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Surf Therapy

Mother Ocean please
Send me waves of such beauty
I need Therapy


Dedicated to my Dad on Father's Day 2013
The man who introduced me to the ocean and educated me about it and gave me reason to love appreciate and respect it.


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The Deep Ocean Floor

Beginning with the gift of my first breath
On an island by the sea
Mother Ocean’s been a constant friend 
And companion next to me. 

From sandy beaches I once strode, searching
For shells washed up on shore;
From down in the depths where creatures crept
And I listened to the roar. 

Of foamy waves that splashed and bathed
My sun-tanned skin and bones -
Washing away those youthful days 
Near the refuge I called home. 

Before following winds that captured me then
Like a pirate in search of new treasure - 
Beyond the horizon where the sun sets and rises  
Uncharted, untethered, unmeasured. 

Miles beyond miles and years beyond years
Mother Ocean’s been my only domain – 
On ships that sailed and in times I failed
She’s always known my name. 

From St. Croix to the South Pacific,
Martinique to the River Nile – 
She’s been there when no one else cared
Turning rivers of tears into smiles. 

She’s been around throughout all that I found,
Love, hate and ruins of old – 
Ancient remains of cites and graves
Of names and faces unknown. 

Except to the Maker, the Giver, the Taker
Of all from stardust to dreams – 
Including this ocean and Her magical potion 
From now ‘till the end of all things.  

While now here I rest where white waves crest 
Caressing my mind once more – 
Listening to Her breeze whispering to me:
“Come down to my deep ocean floor.”    


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End of the Road

At the end of the road,
Pavement expires,
Sand begins.
Sea breezes spray,
Children run,
Seagulls play,
Fish get caught,
By serious men.
Books get read,
And castles built,
While footprints fade,
At the end of the road.

At the end of the road,
Troubles suspend
Smiles replace frowns,
For an entire day.
Laughter rules,
Sunscreen applied.
Lunches consumed,
While gossip is weighed.
Sand dunes rise,
To meet the skies,
At the end of the road.

At the end of the road,
Quiet calms,
Runners breathe,
Banners fly.
Lovers dream,
Porpoise wave,
Sunshine feeds,
Clouds gently move,
Boats troll along,
Never questioning why,
For life is good,
At the end of the road.

© Michael Wegman 2014


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Beachside Food and Drink Slinks

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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'the ocean'

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


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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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Evening walk on the beach

I walked alone
along a sandy and lonely beach.
The raging waves from the sea
crashed onto the slimy sea shore.
The riding waves were white and bare,
but when they violently crashed, turned white and black.

I walked along the lonely beach.
Listening to the seagulls chatting
on silver rocks and boulders.

I sat near the shore.
The waves coing in and out
crashing violently on the silver rocks and boulders.
I sat there, lonely skipping pebbles into the vase and endless sea.
The waves came in and swallowed the pebbles, I threw its way.

The sea crabs wabbling from side to side, came up from the shore.
They kept me company on a lone and quiet evening.
A lone dog walking without an owner
came and curled up next to me,
and barked at the chattering seagulls.
They flew in panic toward the setting of the Red Sun,
and disappeared into the evening paradise.

The lone dog gazed upon the red sheld sea crabs,
and chased their wabbling bodies away
back down to the slimy sea shore.
And at the setting of the evening, I was alone.

Soon I had seen something
that had shocked me,
A young and beautiful gypsy woman.
She crossed my path along the lonesome beach.
All of a sudden the beach became full with love and life of all kind.

The lilacs, and roses, and violets and daisies
grew tall and bloomed, like madmen.
The waves pulled in by the full moon,
that shinned upon me and the Gypsy Woman.
She was decorated with ragged skirts and blouses,
with shinny, white pearls around her neck,
and golden bracelets around her wrists.

She smiled at me.
I smiled back at her.
Her hair black, with a vail of flowers around her head.
She stopped me and held my hand.
I was astonished and afraid.

What was this stunning and beautiful woman doing to me?
A victim of lost love and heartbrake.
I had no money, no jewlery.
I asked her what she wanted.
She replied with loneliness in her voice;
"To be loved."

I pulled her in, and kissed her,
and whispered softly in her ear,
decorated with silver earrings;
"Me too."

We joined hands and walked the lonesome sandy beach.
Listening to the waves, now softly coming in and pulling out.
The shore, now not so slimy, 
and the silver rocks and boulders sleeping so peacefully.
I turned to her and she smiled at me.
I held her in my arms and kissed her upon her sweet brow.


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West is the best

California
Sunny, warm 
Swimming, boating, sunning
Sky, airplane, ocean, seashells
Skiing, sledding, snowball throwing
Cold, blistery
New York City


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few sensitive other callous to a symbolic gesture earth hour

For “EARTH HOUR” we pledged  without words rearranging,
Let us try and attempt to stop things from changing
Am doing my bit as promised to myself and me,
wrote a poem on “earth hour”, published it and mailed it for reasons to see.
and  walked around to spread the word in the vicinity and proximity,
I felt their impish chuckles and their sugar coated words filled with hypocrisy.
But, I said to myself that I will help add drop by drop,
To the earths porous crust some hope that would be inerasable to mop.
So early in the evening our house lights we turned out,
To the beach to celebrate this hour with a candle lit dinner with family we set about.
Half an hour drive to be on the sands of Sernabatim beach,
Four of us sat outside on the beach on chairs laid out for us each.
As the “earth hour” commenced a pleasant breeze blew in and around,
And we can see in the darkness ahead the frothy white foam is drowned.
Half an hour into the celebrations after our candle lit dinner we have enjoyed,
Into the cool sands towards the westward shores we move all of us overjoyed.
 spent waves,frothy waters our warm feet they treat,
We sing songs  in the praise of nature as our feet they sink in the sands as the waters retreat.
Further our feet they sink in ,  our voices in praise of nature they pitch higher,
With repetitive vigor waters move in leaving me to think “why, to protect nature man has no desire?!”

Parts of Iraq, Afghanistan and In Saligao a village in Goa,
At the international space station and at the Angkor Wat in Cambodia,
At Acropolis in Athens, post Gadaffi Libya 
Buckingham Palace, Tower Bridge and Big Ben,
147 countries, 5 411 cities & towns,
People sang songs and celebrated “earth hour” willingly without any frowns.
But the rest of us? Why are we callous and unconcerned?
Why are we indifferent to Mother Nature?
People of all creeds, races and stature why are  we Blithe?
We don’t want a calamity by nature that would take us by surprise
I have heard our people natter and skeptically speak
Solar and other technology is great but turning off the lights for an hour is an idea that is weak.
Candles are of paraffin and hydrocarbons they release,
So where is the carbon emission going to decrease?
My fellow natives of the world,
I wish we work upon our thoughts that are inwardly curled,
And from now on
Think green and from nature receive double green thumbs up,
And not its fury that will fill us up in its murky bloodied cup


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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.





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Peaceful

The setting sun
glowed with amber
timbers
As it sank behind
the warm tidal
waters
It's silence
compared to the
timeless rhythm
Of the waves as they
lap relentlessly
upon shore
A soft rustle
lullabies you into a
 hypnotic trance
Only to be broken by
a sea gulls cry
Not a breeze stirs 
as peaceful silence
consumes
Invading the depth
of your soul.



6/2/14


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ON THE BEACH I HANG

Barefoot, I want to leisurely walk
Feeling soft sands and pebbles as I stroll
Uncarelessly, nature's wind will blow
Along is my hair that lossened from a bow

Little waves from the sea will wet my feet
Yet, I do not care let it be, let me feel
Spreading and raising both arms open wide
Immensely uniting with the air and sun glow
Closing my eyes and bare my lips though

Blood in my veins run deep warmth 
Air enters freely in my lungs
Swaying lightly my body on left and right
Dancing with nature a sweet flight

I start to sing songs and hum, 
Singing soulfully on top of my lungs
One with awesome nature, not with anyone 
Indeed a wonderful magnificent hang

by: 
olive_eloi
11:46 am
02/17/2014

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Have You Ever Read

Dedicated to an author by the name of William Golding... Enjoy!!!


~Two boys meet on an island
~~One is skin 'n bones
~~~The other one is chubby

They discover a lagoon~
Ralph teases him by calling~~
him "Piggy" -  how mean!!~~~

Piggy asks him if
There are other people on 
The island with 'em

He has no clue
But this'll answer Piggy's question --
Other boys appear - 
All diverse shapes and sizes
What'll happen next??

You'll see...

Have you ever read The Lord of the Flies?
I recommend it if yah haven't read it yet - I must admit
It's a book full of adult words and it's simply...FASCINATING! - no lies
You should read it - or you'll regret it!



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Winter Beach

After the rain, 
the speckled glint of shimmering sand
is now muddy brown.
Like a blind, closed tight on the warmth of summer,
the winter beach has shrunken in,
changing the colours of my day into
a darker palette, shades of grey.
The sun shriveled
pale faced and worn
as the cold season begins.

Seagulls a beacon
against a slate November sky
their sound, comfort to a lonely beach.
The steps down to the water, pea green,
slimy weed on stone
bright against an ink-rippled tide.

Seaweed colours bleed into my mind while
textures playfully mingle.
The salt air stings my nostrils
caresses my lungs with wellness.
Sea sounds carry from the shores of Wales
as I crunch the length of the ebbing milk tide.

I look to the horizon and imagine another me
walking a beach somewhere over there,
listening to my thoughts, 
as they channel the sea
Grateful for this beauty, the gift of the nature
I look over my shoulder, my footprints remain
solid, as in a freshly cemented path
their sound, echoes in the shells.


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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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Suncream

Walk in the sunshine Sweetheart
Feel it warm up your clothes
Close your eyes and picture you
With sun cream on your nose
On some idyllic island
With feet on golden sand
And someone special close to you
Holding your soft hand
And once that image is in there
It will never go away
You only have to close your eyes
To make the rain clouds stay at bay


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Gentle Awakening

sea birds coo
ocean fog perturbs seashells
sun greets dawn


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spectacles

Show me who you are and i shall paint out broken columns on the valleys of her back as if such figure is un-common
i have found no beauty bending as the vines that are her hair and the frailty of man upon her back is what she bares
bleed her body for the harvest let them feast upon her soul for the nurishment of mother is leaps beyond so bold
she is like the flower growing in the deepest of dark forests,amongst the ivy and hemlock but her skin is much too porous
to concern herself with games that tantalize the men, as they marry on crusade it is her children that she tends
sheath your swords with her ambition and tip your arrows with her will, craft your armour from her strength and in the battle you will kill
come now children from the pasture and lay each upon her side, suckle gently at your mother although theirs pain she does not hide
though the water leaks from rooftops her leaves are thick and block the rain, as the water level rises cling to her branches with no shame
she is the stone upon the beach, once a mountain pound and breached
yet still her disposition clear to love her children that are near

inspired by Roots Frida Kahlo, 1907-1954


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BORACAY

                              White-sugary sand
                 Desirable beaches that surround
                              Sunrise at its prime
       Sunset's a beautiful scenery of love and freedom

                             A place to unwind
                        Greets you with a smile
  Travel, lifestyle, entertainment - name it and you'll find
           Sailing, diving, surfing and island hopping
           Gift shops, souvenirs, boutiques at D'Mall
                   Bars and restaurants to party
                  Bands, acoustic, music inviting
                    Night life's lively until dawn
                 Fire-dancing is the main show

                 Massage, foot-spa, facial service
                  Massage stations on the beach
    Or sit-back and relax for a private hotel offering

                                    Skin-art?
                     Henna-tattoos everywhere
                Though the drawings temporary
             The joy and experience are long-lasting

                  Nature-trippers will say, "WOW"
                  A splendid appearance waiting
 Volcanic caves, mangrove forest, coconut trees - so green
                And if you're up to burn your skin
                  The sun is set for sun bathing

                              An island tropical
                            In a region far-away
                            A land of promises
                            For vacation's best
                            Happiness, certain
                           Countless memories
               With people welcoming and friendly
                     In an island called, "BORACAY"
                            A paradise to keep.


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Haiku Six

Ancient piece of wood
Washed up on secluded beach
Lovers seek it's shelter


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Tsunami

Blazing hot sweats rolled down my back,
A cloudless sky was at reach from my palm’s view,
My eyes centered on the sun as it stood above my head.
Summer’s end sneaked around the corner,
But its endless heat
Fooled me to think it would never cease.
 
Milky sand grains covered my toes,
Beach balls rolled back n’ forth,
Children’s castle were made and later destroyed,
Clear waters waved in my thoughts.
It was suppose to be a beautiful day
And until that moment, indeed it was.
 
The moment the earth shook, 
Loud voices suddenly began to rise
And Footsteps tumbled the ground,
I looked around
Right, left, up, down,
Where had the commotion come from?
 
The sun blinded me from the truth,
When the photons in my eyes reassembled the image,
A shock traveled to my heart
Making it pump furiously in my chest.
 
A desert ahead of me laid,
Content faces had ran from my presence,
The air dragged my body forward,
The ocean rapidly seemed to disappear.
I looked upon the never ending horizon
And its line had ascended greatly.
 
In that moment,
I refused to run like all the others,
I refused to avoid its magnificent moves.
The winds pushed me backwards with a tremendous force,
Sprinkles of icy water splashed against my skin,
A great calamity I was bound to face.
 
Shadows covered the surface of my dread,
An enormous wall of wetness surrounded me.
And with a blink, I was no longer visible to the eyes of men,
Not even God could spot me from the heavens above.
 
I gasped for air in the salty waters of the ocean,
But there was none to be found,
And with that last thought in mind
I drowned myself in its eternal beauty.


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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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Sand Between My Toes

Sand between my toes.
Along the beach I walk
hand in hand with you.
The world is a beautiful place.

Along the beach I walk
watching the setting sun.
The world is a beautiful place.
Happiness is this beach.

Watching the setting sun
hand and hand with you,
happiness is this beach
and sand between my toes


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Dream with me

foggy skies
a gentle rain falls down from heaven
birds sing a lullaby and animals sleep in their dens
it is a balmy day in paradise
through the green-filled woods
and past the murky swamp
around the tall oak tree
and into the cool pool of water
mysteries lie beneath it's gently churning waves
things grow and live in underwater caves
a community it hosts
an internet of animals
along the salty coasts
join me on a stroll through my glorious isle
where jackals dance and sloths loll
walk with me through the forbidden shadows
sit with me under the canopy of tall trees
enjoy the beauty of this mysterious place
before you have to leave
already the sun calls you
you slowly open your eyes
and leave your paradise
instantly forgotten
as you look out at the morning skies


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SHELL I LIVE HERE

Vacant possession Sadly strewn on golden sands Hermit crab’s new home
08~06~14 Written for Leaf - Feather - Shell – Flake Contest Sponsored by Andrea Dietrich ~awarded 5th place~


Details | Haiku | |

The Ocean Haiku

The thundering sound

The waves bring saltwater smell

Breath and feel the breeze


Details | ABC | |

The Ocean Speaks

    I sit on the sand dunes, lost in my thoughts, as the summer breeze swipes my face, freeing my hair....the salt air makes my inner-self come alive, as the ocean waves offer a private showing, reminding me of the power they own. A seagull flies overhead, as it speaks to me oh so gently, and a voice without a face commands me to"Relax and Feel Peace"......I feel a connection to God, as none other I've known, and all my worries and fears I once pondered, now seem trivial and unimportant.


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Haiku | |

Natures Bed

Tiny grains of sand,
So hot yet, soft to the touch;
lovely beach bedding.


Details | Rhyme | |

Finding God

Finding God

Look in the mirror every day
From the periphery
See the silence that’s in you
Look at the mystery
In all of nature: hear thee well
The love songs of the birds
Read a book all filled with beauty
Just ingest the words.

Close your eyes, and stop the mind
Look at what’s within you
Listen to that silent whisper
She tells you things so true
Without a word, the truth will come
Just feel the mystery
Watch the breeze, and dancing trees
Let them enter into thee.

Watch the sunrise each new morn
And the sunset every night
Let each moment come and go
And feel Gods sweet delight
Then you surely will find her
She’s not too far away
She’s always there awaiting you
Every moment of the day.

11 August 2014 @ 1


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Portal to the South

I miss you, already
Your rough beauty
How you pretend to be wild
Being already postmodern.
The swings in your mood
Welcoming and repelling me,
Caressing me, bringing me down.
Your invitations to dive into sins
Gluttony, sloth, lust and death -
When in fact, you were bringing me back to life.

A part of me is kept with you
Taken by the roar and fury of your waters
Against the Moles
Against your basalt towers.
Kept in the flight of the lapwings,
Of the swallows
In the height of your trees
In the stones on the corner of the beach of Cal
In the shyness and candor of your people
In the insensitiveness of your guests
In the sincere passion of one of your sons
With pearly blue marbles for eyes   
Who never tires of telling about your beauties
Remains with you, a piece of me
Stuck in the whistle of these very waters
When they calm down
Washing the sands
Shaking the mussels
Shhh ... shhh ... shhh ... shhh
One day I will come back to see you, Torres
And make myself whole again.


Torres is the first city of Rio Grande do Sul State, the most southern state of Brazil. I've fallen in love with it.


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Going Down

Gushing waters surround me Swelling . . . swirling, the pressure is whirling The cries are gone But the wind still screams As the timbers of my exhaust Burst in violence at the seams! I am going down I welcome the tempest with a frown Broken mast amidst the swell Purging me deeper in this watery hell Bodies concealed within Soon the pressure will win Southward bound, pell-mell Into the blue, blackened demons of watery hell! Of sickening inevitably do I sail Into the depths of my demise Gone now are the magnificent, mortal cries Swallowed by the bulging sea The wind upon the splintered timber still screams As gleeful as can be! Going down I never knew I would falter and die in the deep dark blue Going down I see Past fly And wave with my sail the Future—goodbye


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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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DANCE OF SOULS

Salty air breathed from crystalline peaks
I breathe in And catch a glimpse 
of the dancing, bowed bodies.

They perform a graceful ballet;
like arrows shot from an archer’s bow;
they leap, breach and roll.

Their eyes have seen ages of brine and shifting sands.
I wonder if they really are the “Watchers”; 
like the “Dogon” stories portray them.
Did they once have legs instead of fins 
and can we really be their children?

Perhaps that is why they are so quick to help us;
Why a child who can not speak can suddenly come to life?
He won’t be silenced again, 
after all, he swam with the dolphins.  
Could it be the magic of the dance that heals?

Odd, that they are always there when needed
And can transform a stagnating life 
into a miraculous moment of rebirth!


Details | ABC | |

Ocean

Rush forward to greet the shore-bound partner
Send away to hide in the sea
Come back, come back to the sunny altar
Away from the darkness and smothering algae.
Sucked in where underwater, a world moves along
Through death and life and blackness too
Down deep, where there lives a fatal throng.
That simmers in the profound blue.


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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.


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 | Light Poetry | |

Grain Of Sand

Inconsequential grain of sand No less a star upon the strand Than nebulae, in the Heavens grand Tossed about by waves and tides No different than a comets ride Small in scale, yet traveled well Smoothed and formed on every side By Heavens hand and Neptune’s whim And doomed to salty universe to swim Polished bright as nova’s light This grain of sand…once dim Tiny grains of polished sand Jupiter worlds of size so grand Both afloat in worlds remote Both formed by cosmic hand Alien worlds, stardust keeps Briny climes, darkest deeps Both the same…just different names Of stone that neither dreams nor sleeps But roam about their different worlds Bejeweled with stars and milky pearls One in skies and Heavens grand The other in tidal pools and swirls But each of import, no more or less Grander Than… an inconsequential …Grain of sand…


Details | Haiku | |

Providence

egret on sand dune
fish breaks surface and flies free
coconut pours milk


Details | Couplet | |

Evolution Revolution

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Ballad | |

Surfer

The boy scans the horizon looking into his soul
And the beauty of the waves as they roll

Sun sits just above the lowest cloud in the distance
Today there is no resistance

Breaking into a run for Neptune’s playground
The beat against his board a familiar sound

Smiling to himself for the freedom he knows here
A break he sees the next one is clear

A few strokes and he stands guiding his board
Through the enchanting spray and the roar

A dolphin joins him on the wave their fun evident
A blessing of conjoining spirits now spent

A swell surges from the kiss of the tempest wind
Enraging the boys inner sin

Take hold of the reins Neptune he shouts
Again he braces for the watery bouts

The beach clears of visitors he makes his stand
Today I am no longer boy, but man

The companion sees his courage and swims near
Drowning is his inner fear

The crest of his wave broke only to rise again
Awaking the instincts within

He swims in front of his beast and stands proud
Turning his waist smartly to ride it out

He slips under the ripcurl entering the tunnel
A roar inside hint at disgruntled

The water closes in to seal him in
A chance to break him his back to end

Not quick enough he thinks to himself
As he races back to the beach in health


Details | Alliteration | |

Signs of Shoe Soul Designs in the Soft Sand

Fashion shoe treads imprinted on the bisque beach 
global longtitude/latitude design airborne print in flight
Honeycomb print slowly pacing synchronising footsteps
Concentric wave prints grouping Fine detail pattern soul 
beside clearly printed  diamond  fishbone sports design
Heavily studded  trail souls tread along large  paw prints
Simply dotted  aerobic shoeprint  next  to  little  dog paws
A  new soft pink fluffy seaweed  floats in  lacy ocean foam
Large horseshoe prints clomp  digging deeply in the sand
Smaller horseshoes gather  meeting near a water  trough
Fresh green seagrass clumped like  freshly cut long lawn
cradles long ball strands of  yellow ochre squirting beads 
Bare feet touching soft sticky sand immersed wet in water
Naked  footprints  side by side breathing beach vibrations
Two  lovehearts drawn in the light brown sand interlocked.
Sandcastles decorated with shells sit sturdily on the shore.


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Wafting Song

Belugas sweet song
Rides the air waves of ocean
Rare and beautiful.


Details | Monorhyme | |

Hawaiian Fantasy in Blue

Where the sea meets the sky, Blue on blue. White sails, slowly sliding by, Azure hue. Warm sands, intense, bright sun, Calming you. Beautiful island girl, scantily clad, No taboo. House made of grass and leaves, And bamboo. Waves of heat blurring the beach, Outrigger canoe. Shiny, silver grey dolphin rises, Blowhole spew. Hammock swaying in the balmy breeze, Troubles few. To the urban squalor and urban filth, You bid adieu. Tropical paradise and tropical peace, Who needs a shoe? (20 lines) © Copyright 2012 J.A. Stevens


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Ethnic Goa and Unique Goa

As I opened the door
And stepped inside the divine floor
A gentle zephyr bore upon my core
The tranquil ambience aroused me wishes galore
And I felt I’ve completed my journey to God’s manor.
 
There is the aureole addressing the path,
the path to the house of worship,
even in the dark it is a sign of luminescence
Shinning against all irreverance.
 
God made heaven and earth and all the angels
and all the extra important angels, called Archangels.
The Archangels were God’s very special friends
and were shinning and strong and powerful
They adhered God's message 
To human races.
 
From the essence of humanity
I feel mankind is comprehensive
They are gifted with a communal harmony
And from the essence of spiritual luminance
Divinity is never classified
And the idol we worship is in the core of mankind.
 
Today when I see the unity within
I feel to be a part of them
They don’t have any caste as such
Neither have they belonged to any religions
Christians, Hindus and Muslims
Together they are Goans.
 
Thence I hold my breath
Along the serene western sky
To the sandy coastal line
There to blend with the ocean rage
And legless gamy sight.
 
Live shells, fresh air and sunrise at the horizon,
a lazy day and a walk to remember.
I gave up everything 
just to feel am the only admirer
 
Along the coast I rove alone,
and I see am being followed,
but not by humans
but by the species I never acquainted before
 
Seeking for your morning lust,
I call upon a peaceful realm,
I decided to hold your hand,
and thence I committed to feel the warmth.
 
Before I leave,
let us rock on the sandy beach,
let us blend with the folk culture
and together we will grab the trance music and dance,
the moments we will collect may bring us back to here.


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.


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Cinnamon Sugar Sand..

The sun glitters on  the seas smooth surface viewed high  from a hilltop 
Light blue and  pink wrinkles shimmer irredescently  on  the ocean's skin.
Cinnamon sugar sand lapped and soaked by effervescent lemonade froth
Purple fairy  floss sponges  entwine with different size orange cone shells 
With outgoing waves Bubbles stream from the crab holes like champagne 
A symphony of ocean sounds  rumbling thunderlike  echoing hissing foam
crashing waves to the splishing , splashing, fizzing sounds of dissipating 
 froth incoming and outgoing the translucent blue sea like a fresh soda.
On the pier  the tangerine sunset reflects on the deep green glassy water...
Sea breezes blowing a cooling wind Bristling breeze  Murmmering ocean 
The cliffy hillsides carve a steep stairway to yet another hidden beach..
Like jewels dotted on the sand , these beautiful sea-rocks and shells
sit,   it seems untouched ,  lay softly embedded in the damp sand.
This  beach also yeilds  thick, green seaweed  and fossilised sponges .
Every beach has its own special seaweed , unique shells and rock shapes.
From the roadway  the dusk descends a cat  on  the beachside curb
As the light fades two more cats quietly  emerge from the shadows..
Quickly slinking out from the hollows, nooks and crannies more cats appear..
In the space of a few minutes the beach road is teeming with felines
Out of the darkness a car approaches to join this mysterious meeting.
A woman steps out of the car with parcels and the cats crowd around her..


Details | Prose | |

My Fingernails Will Grow Back

Big Sur Jade Cabochon

Broken from off underwater cliffs
Slowly pushed by tides and currents
Found by me during a low tide
While searching along Jade Cove
In Los Padres National Forest
Cut into quarter to half-inch slabs
The cut again into an octagon
The octagon grinds down to an oval
A flat surface down to concave
Grounded first with coarse wheels
Then again with finer wheels
Buffed and polished to a high sheen
With powdered sapphires
A new Big Sur Jade Cabochon



Details | I do not know? | |

me and the sea

The murderous monotony of every day, drives one`s life away, one breath at a time, with the mind pushed to the very edge and off the plateau where reason prevails. Where life is sold to death on the deed of fate one urges to run.
Far, far away from everything, into the rising Sun.Away from the cacophony, away from the din,Noises from outside and noises within.
At the edge of destiny and at the very edge of land,
One is driven to the ocean and mayhap a small beach of sand.
In the wee hours of morning, when the waves curl up gently on their sides and fall asleep on the beach and a brand new sun turns the morning to gold,
One hears the wind tease the palm leaves, a song, very comforting, timelessly old.
Feeling the warm and intimate touch of sand between ones toes, sinking  into its embrace, the mind unwinding like a generator going off load,
Watching the water soaking the sands endlessly with its love and reluctantly returning to its abode.Ever unchanged ever cheerful is the song of the sea,
the wind plays music the spray cools the day and the gods come out for tea.
You join them in silent company as your memories hand you the drink of your life, made with the sweetness of beauty, bitters of truth, salts of success and a dash of lime,
At times like these one needs a friend , and the sea is close at hand, with its secrets well kept in the company of the rocks and the sand.
 A good companion to think and share under the endless gaze of shamelessly blue skies,
About he hurt inside and about dreams often cut to size.
the night falls slow,
Acres upon acres of dark canvas, hiding something precious from our sight,
Only to be given away by the sharp shining points of light.
Through these little leaky stitches drips onto us the truth of our being,
The answer to every puzzle, the lock to every key, the subtle secret of every thing.
Yet we stumble on tricked by the snares of greed lust and gain,
Camouflaged  the dust of ignorance,  hidden to look plain.
Everything calms. playful by the day,violent in the evening  the wind calms to a sigh,
Running to you a message from the horizon which really is the upside down earth smiling at the sky.
Ever so sly sleep steals ones wakefulness, to disappear with it till sweet dreams announce the break of dawn.
The night leads the moon naughtily behind her, swaying long dark hair, on bare brown curves countless stars adorn,
Silent giggles echo away into the distance as another morning is born.


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Rhyme | |

The Extinction of the Sea Turtles

The Extinction of the Sea Turtles

By Elton Camp

Human villainy is a cause for alarm
It causes much environmental harm

If the sea turtle should become extinct
To deliberate human acts it is linked

Sea turtles take decades to sexually mature
Then their offspring are far from secure

Males and females mate out in the sea
But on the sandy beach its nests must be

To the beach where hatched many return
Only to be met by the selfish and stern

She hauls herself up onto the home beach
Digs a hole to put her eggs out of reach

Then she covers and hides them well
Just where they are it’s hard to tell

But people have been there on alert
And immediately dig into the dirt

Huge sacks of eggs they carry away
So there will be no babies another day

It is largely because of this disgrace
That extinction the sea turtle does face


Details | Rhyme | |

The Beach

The sun kisses my skin with a thousand burning lips,
Making it sensitive beneath my gentle fingertips.
The shade offers no comfort in the miserable heat
I wish there was someplace cool where I can retreat
So I head to the beach where the water is so blue,
Ocean so clear that you can see straight through
Seagulls selfishly screaming “MINE” at everything
Loving the noise that these winged gluttons sing
Sand so soft that my feet sink in and disappear
Children laugh gleefully as they jump off the pier
Waves hit the shore leaving behind thick seaweed
And hermit crabs race back to the water with speed
Beach volleyball games and dogs catching Frisbees
Teenagers flying their kites in the soft, pleasant breeze
Ladies sunbathing while their men apply sunscreen
Laying there peacefully and looking very serene
I’m standing on the beach taking in my surroundings
As the burn from the sun continues its pounding
I run into the water to cool off in the sun’s ire
And the ocean is where I relax from the wicked sun’s fire
Like ice cold lemonade caressing a parched throat
The water refreshes me as I slowly drift afloat
The water kisses my skin with a thousand soothing lips,
Making it silky smooth beneath my gentle fingertips.


Details | Free verse | |

The Approach of the Storm

The Storm is approaching

I can hear its roar -

waves smashing against the shore.

Dredging the sands of time in tow,

as mournful winds howl and moan

scattering the rain drops far below.

Deep thunder rumbles

echoes in the dark autumn sky,

white lightening slashes -

communion on high.

A crescendo of nature

in land and sea –

mighty reminders of

the powers that be.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Ducks Are Free

   Within my sight of ocean breeze
I see the curve of earth and sea
The little ducks as they walk about
A show of wings for a simple handout.
   White clouds pass, subtle and calm
Giving rest to the sun upon the kiddie pond
The sunlight twinkles as the children play
Together they're dancing within the waves.
   Here comes a duck with questioning eyes
A piece of bread or even some pie?
Bikinis and trunks play in the sand
Not one of them lovers, not one holding hands.
   This all seems distracted as in playful dispute
The beach is so quiet, maybe they're mute
The glare of the sun brings me back to my write
I see the seagulls attacking a kite.
   Although the beach I thought serene
This one corrects me of all I have seen
Only the ducks seem peaceful to know
Their questioning eyes and hunger side show.
   The people are sad or poor I bet
To come to this beach, in silence get wet
If this is the price of the beach for me
I'll come for the ducks, the ducks are free.

     BY: DARREN J McMURRAY
     September 14, 2008


Details | Rhyme | |

Still Screaming

 

My world today is a pallet of grey
like the skies above without my love
in the thermals the eagles soar
within my heart the feelings roar
crystal grey clouds shadow my life
the joy I hoped for has become strife
ascending on wind my eagles take flight
wheeling and turning till out of my sight
they've spent their day dancing for me
weaving and playing between the trees
my happiness with them seems to be gone
over shadowed by feeling I do not belong
they cascade with grace above the slate sands
diving and rising in their life demands
I've walked the beach to watch them play
why is my joy in it gone with this day
the answer is there I won't speak it out loud
with my mind and heart in the fog of this cloud
anon my dark cloud has clothed my light
and become prostrate hopes that were bright
where is my warmth and the glow of its coals
the war and the peace dividing our souls
the things I believe have met a brick wall
to the heart of another I have given a call
It has taken no comfort in words I have given
the displays of my heart which I have striven
I have made my soul naked to open his eyes
perhaps like my past he sees it as lies
you know nothing as nothing he gave
even if my heart to him is a slave
god of my heart where is my release
why can't I shelve it and be at peace
my mountains, beach sand, birds and her rains
with joy I walked them the treasures I gained
my fields weren't fallow or so I thought
but fertile within the heart that you wrought
the steel of the plow raketh my ground
and soil that bleeds is what I have found
the one I could trust and my soul bare
the joys of my heart that we could share
the rich treasures I found in his mind
reflecting his heart that's so hard to find
soil that is rich and teeming with growth
prolific in thoughts to give up I am loath
with tears I have begged that I understand
how my heart could have fallen so hard for this man
barely two meetings with so little time
the first time I saw him , I wanted him mine
the thought that I had before I first spoke
was us on a mountain and my exile broke
the depth I saw lying deep in his eyes
in that well I have fallen but is it disguise
if I choose to refuse will my heart endure
how can I know if the feeling is pure
Never have such thoughts entered my mind
how can I know if their making me blind
I've laid them before you god of my soul
will they break me or make me whole
COPYRIGHT © 2011 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | Rhyme | |

Warm in December

Some people want snow on the 
ground,
ice skating, and  colorful lights,
blustering winds blowing all 
around
and cold holiday nights;

I have a different idea of 
perfection
I want a different celebration

Beautiful holiday beach bonfires
85 degrees in December,
palm trees instead of 
evergreens
holidays outside with the 
family;

swimming til all hours of the 
night
a pool party is what I crave,
spending some time in a jacuzzi
what fun that would be!

No more heavy Holiday Dinners
I want smoothies and warm 
weather
give me a place with no winter
and the beach warm in 
December


Details | Verse | |

This Placid Warm Winters Day ..

Its a warm winters day.. the sun's shining high in the powder blue sky 
A  wisp  of a  feather cloud faintly visible is the  only cloud  to be seen
Powder blue gently blends  to light blue on  the  dark blue sea horizon
The waves  higher in  longer intervals  make a distinct  crashing sound
Dispersing into a frothy fringe reflecting blue sky in the wet  brown sand
Leaving  trails  of  bubble  foam  shimmering and glittering  with the sun.
Inhaling the smell of fish salty air a fisherman walks by with a bag of fish.
Pear-shaped loofah Moist lettuce green seaweed  Big leopard jelly slugs
 Long brown seagrass  fingernail seashells and yellow noodle seaweed
The light breeze causing the sea to shiver and shimmer with the sunlight
Hoofprints in the sand show two horses, one huge clydsdale horseshoe 
The second a smaller hoof-print, they had a gallop and a beach gathering 
And there is a new type of seabird to grace our shores, a  diving aquabird.
Another huge  kite is raised from the beach by the jeep in  the far distance
It looks like a figure with a fishtail..a mermaid perhaps holding something
Walking towards  the giant floating artwork it becomes clearer  the  figure
Is a muscley Merman with  gray hair and beard  holding a  flowing sword





Details | Ballad | |

WINDSONG

Where do you belong? 
Alone on a windswept beach? 

Everything I gave 
Everything I taught 
Nothing to save 
All came to nought 

Alone on a windswept beach 
These grey clouds flying by 
Nothing more to teach 
Hear the wind sigh 

Alone on a windswept beach 
Windsong 
Where do you belong? 
These things I cannot teach 

For the wind swept me away 
These grey clouds flying by 
Sometimes this is the way 
Hear the wind sigh 

Wind song 
These grey clouds passing me by 
I am feeling strong 
I know where I belong 
Passing through 
Windswept sky 



Details | I do not know? | |

WINDSONG

Where do you belong? 
Alone on a windswept beach? 

Everything I gave 
Everything I taught 
Nothing to save 
All came to nought 

Alone on a windswept beach 
These grey clouds flying by 
Nothing more to teach 
Hear the wind sigh 

Alone on a windswept beach 
Windsong 
Where do you belong? 
These things I cannot teach 

For the wind swept me away 
These grey clouds flying by 
Sometimes this is the way 
Hear the wind sigh 

Wind song 
These grey clouds passing me by 
I am feeling strong 
I know where i belong 
Passing through 
Windswept sky 


Details | I do not know? | |

Once Upon a Night

Once upon a night
I thought of you
Sitting here on a beach one night
I saw the sunset
It reminded me of you
There I was next to the beach 
Watching water, it was calm like you
It was deep, big, and blue
Like the relationship I want with you
When the sun fell
I saw the stars almost as bright as you
It seemed to be like
An Angel was appearing
I hope it was you
There was a city in the distance
It made the perfect view
I wish you were here
Once upon a night


Details | I do not know? | |

PARADISE

Cool water lapping at the edge of white sand, 
You, 
holding my hand 

Warmth of sun, 
warmth of hand, 
Warmth of love, 
Warmth of sand 

No one for miles, 
wearing nothing, 
but our smiles 

Footprints in sand, 
none but our own, 
walking along the shore, 
we know what it is all for 

Hand in hand, 
walking on sun bleached sand, 
no words we can say, 
on the beach of eternal play 

For, no words are needed, 
our thoughts,words are as one. 
You and I under golden sun, 
hand in hand 
on sun bleached sand 

Shade of palm, 
you by my side, 
serene and calm, 
the beach stretched far and wide 

Wearing nothing but our smiles, 
we can see for miles, 
paradise perfect, 
crystal clear sea, 
blue and green reflect, 
the love you have for me 

Cool water lapping at edge of white sand 
You, 
holding my hand