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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 Eternal Tree

I am Alive    Forever and always         Essence        Rebirth        Renewal
          I have earth to ground me      I have wind to move me   I have fire to cleanse         
     my     spirit        I have rain      to quench    my thirst    for growth
                      I have sun to    enlighten me        feed me  I am my own mother
              and an extension of the whole     I am   Earth         wind
                       rain   sun  fire    I am as old as life  and I am     as young
   as time   I am shelter to those who seek me   I am a bird  a flower and  the breath
              of the earth itself        I am exactly where I want to be     I am life
       I am first and last  the beginning and the end   I am one from many
                        I am what I am   I live  I grow  and I die. I am  Reborn unto myself
                                                          I am the great circle                   
                                                           My limbs know no                          
                                                           Boundaries; while                            
                                                           My leaves whisper                      
                                                           The one truth of the                      
                                                           Whole  through the           
                                                           Seasons changing
                                                            Colors that I wear 
                                                            Upon my   heart's                  
                                                            Sleeve, I'm home
                                                           To Earth Mother’s
                                                           Melodious  Life; I
                                                           Sing for the whole
                                                         World to hear - trees
                                                       Are Earth Mother's Song
                                                       Blowing 'round the leafy            
                                                  Globe; eyes of the world song 
    {{{{{{{{{{{{{{ Of the Mother   breath of the living   soul of the earth }}}}}}}}}}}}




***Senses evoked here are: Touching, Tasting, Hearing, Smelling and Seeing
***Elements evoked are: Water, Wind, Earth Metal, and Fire


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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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All On A Summers Eve

The screen door droops lazily, slightly ajar
Crickets croon lullabies, heard from afar
Kid’s sticky faces, betray ice-cream bars
All on a summers eve

Legs peel off chairs, from the sticky, wet heat
Rocking chairs sway, creaking out restless beats
Mosquitoes, they feast upon my grass-stained feet
All on a summers eve

Young lovers strip down, kissing perchance to swim
As jealous moon watches, and sunset grows dim
The sand dunes heat up, begging for skin on skin
All on a summers eve

Bold daisies flirt, nodding their modest heads,
Ivory faced roses blush, burning them red
Tiny seeds toss, and then shoot from their beds
All on a summers eve

Butterflies tease, as they flit-flutter by
Somewhere a windowsill holds fresh baked pie
Magic is born within jars of fireflies
All on a summers eve

Wild, woodland faeries dance in faerie rings
Children will grin, picking flowers to bring, to
Their surprised mothers, whose thankful hearts sing
All on a summers eve

Fishes gaze warily at worm-hooked poles
Marshmallows roast above fiery coals
Keen mother horses watch boisterous foals
All on a summers eve

Impatient winds blow, making love to the trees
Zephyrs entice; then enrage the calm seas
While lilies and hyacinths bewitch the breeze
All on a summers eve

Love will be found, and remembered, and made
Peace is a book, an old tree and its shade
Summer to me, tastes like cold lemonade
All on a summers eve

So, come with ye, summer; be gone snow and sleet!
I long to feel grass on the soles of my feet
And jump in the river as suns rays retreat
All on a summers eve



Shared 2nd place winner in Karen Neary's Summer Enchantment Rhymed 
poetry contest. Thank you!!!


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THE LONELINESS OF A LOST CLOUD

God named me a straying cloud,
and by His perpetual wish I abide...
as the loneliest cloud floating on the earth's breeze.
I glance below and discover the yellow daffodils pride, 
and fluttering they dance beneath the apple trees;
and as a sparrow I feel the bond. 


My night visitation is more exciting than broad daylight,
I encounter many stars and make them my friends,
and they love shining on the Milky Way...
looking down on the lonely bay so bright;
and tossing their luminous heads, they brightly dance:
so happy they have come my way!


Even the ocean's waves join them in their play,
but their dance is better than theirs,
and at such wondrous sight I make verse...
being offered their warm company;
I am amazed by how they roll and still gazing away,
I do admire the spectacle that gladdens me.


So often, on my couch I gladly lie to rest,
but overwhelmed by empty or moody thoughts,
that splendid image flashes in the glow of the sunset;
my daffodils still wave and invite me to dance,
and I dance with them, making a happy sound...
not to feel the loneliness of a lost cloud. 


Entered in Brian Strand's Adaption poetry contest
This is an adaption of Williams Wordsworth's poem,
"I wandered lonely as a cloud"

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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Winter's Song

Autumn dripping leaves of weary gold
Exits quietly, fading through the trees.
Hawthorn shakes her cloak of ruby fire.
Naked to the woods and twisting breeze.
 
Winter’s breath now lingers in the air.
Strands of whispered frost on silver lace.
Deep within the green a distant voice.
Calls the breeze to dance with chilling grace.
 
Winter’s tune plays keenly on the wind.
Snowflakes dance and play her melody.
Wrapped in fur she drapes the scene in white.
Nature shrouded, steeped in mystery.
 
Winter’s touch threads spider’s webs with gems.
Diamond drops of cold reflected glass.
Water turns to stone with breathless ease.
Frozen daggers arm each blade of grass.
 
Winter’s kiss enchants the wood to sleep.
Holly smiles and stains her berries bright.
Mistletoe wound tight on blackened bough.
Strands of pearl reflecting ghostly light.
 
Winter’s song plays on throughout the night.
Nature’s secrets slumber in the earth.
Spring will wake them with the sun’s return
Thaw the ground and call them to rebirth.
 


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STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN

Now my tendrilled soul,
Has found its pergola-- Christ--
To wind its way up....


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Ode to Autumn

Earth’s sphere of fire bids adieu to me

As dying embers gleam across the sea

In rare hues reflected by autumn trees,

Swirling in motion with October’s breeze.



I feel the joy this season has to share

In golden harvest that the branches bear,

And I am thankful for this blessed year,

For divine abundance I share so dear.



The sun and moon take on a special glow

As thunder clouds move swiftly with the flow.

Yes, autumn coaxes feelings to revive,

Those mem’ries of past seasons still alive.



When autumn spreads her dress of lacey frost

I know, in breathless beauty, I’ll be lost.



© 2013 Connie Marcum Wong


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Buds

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Spring warms to dazzle Dew moistens the erect stems Timid buds will blush
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When The Sun Sets

When the sun sets, The stars shine with no regrets. Darkness fills the air, The moon gives light with every care. The darkness is easier to walk through, Every light shining is so pure and true. Guidence forever are the stars in the sky, With them we find our places lifted so high. Forever is the moon to cast light upon us all, We become encouraged to stand firm and tall. The stars shine with no regrets, When the sun sets.

When the sun sets, Shining its powerful light it never forgets. Though light fades to darkness, It comes about with alertness. Shadows before the eye can see, The little shining light is enough to set us free. Sometimes we are afraid to walk alone in the dark, From which we were given a caustic remark. Guidance Forever is the changing of dark and light, It helps us to be strong and make one last fight. Forever are the shadows lurking at every turning point, If we give in it is ourselves we disappoint. Shining its powerful light it never forgets, When the sun sets.

When the sun sets, The sky is filled with wonderful colors that the ocean reflects. All the animals of the sea, Come forth creating a musical harmony. The waves crash upon the shore, Washing up new sand to the ocean floor. Its a beautiful site to see, The ocean sounds are calmingly free. Who's to say the ocean isn't peaceful get away, Its a calming place to relax and stay. The sky is filled with wonderful colors that the ocean reflects, When the sun sets.


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Cool Breeze

.                     Nomadic whispers 
                            North winds speak to the great plains
                                            Warnings of winter


Details | Narrative | |

King and Queen for a Day

We bound down the stairs, out into the light-of-day, and into the blue of the
misty breezes, heavily laden with the smell of wild sea salt roses that grow in 
perfusion along the winding road, that bends and turns in gentle lifts and dips to 
the other side of the bay, where it crosses the bridge and rises up and winds 
away, over the hill.

Overhead the seagulls screech and glide over the ocean spray that washes on 
the rocks on the lower banks behind our house along the Fundy Bay, where we 
run like the wind through the fields of fresh cut hay and make our  way to the 
rocky mantle below .

There in the volcanic plateau, worn smooth as glass by the constant rolling 
weight of the ocean, is our pool, known by all in our village, as ‘Lizza’s Bathtub’, 
created by the eruption of the earth’s inner core, millennia’s ago.  

We slip into the still, salty water that has been warmed beneath the blazing sun, 
and float with the perry winkles and tiny crabs and  listen to the sound of the 
ocean, that roars beneath us as it leaves in the receding tide, while we drift 
away, in our minds, my little brother the ‘King’ and I, the ‘Queen’ for a day on 
the ‘Fundy Bay’.



Details | Couplet | |

A Ship Is Safe In The Harbor

A ship is safe in the harbor,
But that's not what ships are built for.

Because in the sum of our human gleams,
We have created the vessel for our dreams.

Its purpose: to retrieve the alien shore,
To scout, seek, achieve and explore.

A ship is meant to fly and fly,
To seize the horizon and capture the sky.

And the few of us with the intrepidity,
To brave the virulent vortex velocity

We are the wealthiest of men ever to dream
And ever to combat a sea or a stream.

And the harbored ships that fritter away,
Slowly begin to rot and decay.
Never has there been a greater waste of a day,
Than that spent harbored,
Than those of us who stay.


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ocean commotion

wind lifts salty air
scent of the sea fills my hair --
fishing without care

pelican dives fast
shrimp on the hook was my last --
strips the bait I cast

turn with quick motion
see crab stealing sun lotion --
ocean commotion



*Entry for Carol’s Rhyming Haiku contest


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The Homeplace

Here further down the hillside slope
Down close to the creek with hope

My husband bought a house, land
Fenced in and made many plans

Subdued the land to cow pasture
And planted a garden, fruit trees sure

Fathered another child to call him sir
The creek seemed to like the stir

Enjoyed the children for a little while___
Loved them so that it made her smile

Today she loves grandchildren the same
No girls there are in frills ___tame

The creek keeps on flowing to the sea
The land is mostly stripped of trees


(This is my adaptation of Robert Frost's poem "The Birthplace".  I hope that it does not insult 
his work.)


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Ever Turning Circle

In winter’s white, as angels cry
for early spring to warm the wind,
to bring to life with gentle sigh,
in love, the bitter frost has thinned.

For early spring to warm the wind,
at Valentine’s romantic calls,
in love, the bitter frost has thinned,
where dancers twirl amid stone walls.

At Valentine’s romantic calls,
rebirth of nature’s light divine,
where dancers twirl amid stone walls,
and blossoms pastel shades recline.

Rebirth of nature’s light divine,
when day equals the hours of night,
and blossoms pastel shades recline,
to hail the queen of May in light.

When day equals the hours of night,
a summer’s sun will come to play,
to hail the queen of May in light,
we chant and sing along the way.

A summer’s sun will come to play,
so life can grow as gods decreed,
we chant and sing along the way,
with warmth and light our hunger feed.

So life can grow as gods decreed,
the rays of sun on seeds we’ve sown,
with warmth and light our hunger feed,
the wealth of harvest is our own.

The rays of sun on seeds we’ve sown,
in autumn breeze that chills the heat,
the wealth of harvest is our own,
as gold and red belies our feet.

In autumn breeze that chills the heat,
a year that ends with blessed Samhain,
as gold and red belies our feet,
the call of Ancient’s name to reign.

A year that ends with blessed Samhain,
to bring to life with gentle sigh,
the call of Ancient’s name to reign,
in winter’s white, as angels cry.


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Mist

Winter spirits rise
Released from snow they dance, warmed
Weeping tears of mist


copyright Kristin Reynolds 2008


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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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SKETCHES OF DEW



The lake is a plate of evening blue Here where mists of dew sprinkle the view Under lilting skies the undulating sea Stretches far beyond infinity Silent and calm, no hint of green Smooth as silk with translucent sheen Rippling blue as far as fingers can see Yet when the moon’s luminosity Fondles the surface where the wavelets flow Twinkling jewels are dew-pearls’ glow To easels of moonbeams on a crystal sea How incredibly beautiful this vignette can be... © For Brian Strand's Image Theme Contest/ 2 to 14 Lines By nette onclaud


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Sea of Green


Green  rivulets  streaming  down,
Down  the  window  pane.
Here  it  rains  green.
The softly pouring murmurs,
It lulls one to sleep;
They  take  me  to  the  forests  deep.
Where  moss hangs from  the branches  low,
A  thick cloak  for  the  winter  leaves
And  the  paint,  it  idly  drips
From  the  heart  of  the  looming  trees.
The  world  is  gilded  in  this  shade,
Sheltered  in  this  sea  of  jade.

The  tiny  elfish  creatures,
Donning  their  pointed  features,
Come  out  at  dusk,
Gamboling  in  the  wreathed  silver
Of   the  haunted  glades.
In  their  costumes  green.
They  jump  into  the  stream,
Where  the  lanky  frog,  he  leans,
Among  the  rushes  and  the  reeds,
Croons  his  musical  gurgle  to  the  sky.
With  them  pirouettes  the  dragon  fly.

In  air  lingers  a  watered  veil,
The  clouds  drift   in   their  silken  sail;
Where  a  heart  pining  in  his  breast,
A  wayfarer,  he  gently  treads,
Fading  into  this  sea  of  green.


``
 
For Giorgio Venetto's contest : "Beloved Poem"

*May try to write poems of literary genius, but my beloved would be these
which have pixies, elves and frogs. Whenever I get an opportunity I escape into their world.... I still read fairy tales with the same zeal, as you would see in a child.


..

For Russel Sivey's contest "The Colors Have It" 
 


..


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A Breakaway

22 June 2010

A Breakaway

 
For mankind has the power to think big
History puts them in the pedestal of their career
Aimless drifting until fatally engaged into drilling rig
Raised a surface at the heart of the sea to exploit oil on its frontier

Oil wells at the deepest sea-bed formed million years ago
Also a marine habitat that proliferate at the cold bottom
Rendezvous for waterfowl and aquatic mammals arrived apropos
To add spectacle to the blue water, as accustomed

The fresh water flowing in a cascade of sparks
The sea free access to an ocean while some in landlocked
Life on Earth comes in the seas and we proceed to embark
As ocean currents supply the heat energy round the clock

Many ritually unclean substances are passing into oceans
Adulterating the purity of water in its freshness
Oil spills from off-shore and tanker spread discoloration
Suffocating marine life and ingesting illness

Chronicling ecological cycle literally affect food chain
Stripping resistant from their organic structure and suffer
From the toxins of oil spill prevents water replenishment
Coating aquatic surface with stain holding tougher

A closer look are dying birds and aquatic mammals
Leaving a baleful mark on the waterways
Cleaning up the breakdown oil is costly and fatal
That I may see no more escalating sense of bad omen into the ocean’s forays

13th place winner to:
GULF OIL SPILL CONTEST
7/4/2010 Sponsored by: Team PoetrySoup


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On the Ocean Waves


Echoing seas rise, 
I settle in for the eve
on a boat of memories.
I float parallel 
to the perilous breaking
of tides, crashing near the shore.
Unaware of risk,
I dream under starlit sky,
reflections of yesteryear. 
Joyful days of youth
sparkle on the ocean waves
embracing me with their glow.  
Rocked by endless sea,
each wave is a mystery
bearing life and aged secrets.
Divulging desires
and nature's rhythm of truth
into the depths of my soul.
Ev'ry starlit night,  
you will find me here.
I am free, one with the sea.


By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, July 29, 2012
for On the Ocean Waves Contest (Francine Roberts) 


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Lighthouse Guiding Care

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                                              Treacherousness near
                                         Rocky shore shallow waters_
                                           Lighthouse's guiding care


Contest:"What My Eyes See"
In honor of: Annalise Brigham


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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 


Details | Idyll (Idyl) | |

Joy of Life

Open the windows.
Open the doors.
Let the glorious sunshine in.
Remove the dust.
From the floors.

Listen, the birds are singing.
A happy, happy tune.
In April, May and June.
Live life to the full.
It's never dull.

Feel the vibrations.
And the thrill.
Over whelming you.
Stirring your soul.
Lifting you up.
To where you belong.
Begin the day with a song.

Life is wonderful and a joy.
It's there for you to enjoy.
To the country side.
And the sea., I go.
I  hope to meet you there, you know..

I feel I want to shout out loud.
To thank, whoever made it so.
Made nature grow.
The sun to glow.
The flowers to bloom.
Come out of your lonely room.
I hope to see you soon.

...................................




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a cold winter's breath

a cold winter’s breath freezing limbs in the bare woods --- bone chilled finger points
Russell Sivey NOTE: I really like this poem, one of my favorites! Submitted: 2/17/2012 CONTEST BY: Juxtaposition Haiku SPONSOR : Charles Henderson Entrant into PD's "Only #1 poems... For #1 contest winners only.." contest 3/3/2012


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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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A Starfish In Her Hair

The tide rises within me soaked with failure's longing.
The sea siren's reach, out across the land to me.
The moon added its pull and speaks of not belonging.
I am drawn on astral screams to the deep dark sea.

small waves submerge
my pale ankles to my knees --
gulls cry

The weight of clothes so cumbersome impedes,
arching down, I let go, each bit of cloth from me.
Salt sea in, the salt sea out, my life concedes
choosing to leave, this go round, in the deep dark sea.

open eyes stare
into a silty brown brine --
bubbles rise

Sinking-down, passively, sadness abating 
Strands of silvered seaweed, chill, gently beckoning me
my limbs entwined in death's sweet embrace abiding
minnows greet me with a kiss, from the deep dark sea.

starfish 
in her hair --
fog horn
 


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I Rise

I rise
to catch the day,
Many weep to cuddle.
I rise to the super blessings- 
Those ones that parade around vivid earth,
The rooted crust and resources.
I rise to the rainbow-
Arch of colours
Contest.


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Night Breeze

Gazing at the stars
in a beautiful night sky,
she feels the silent wind
slowly passing by.

As the cool gentle breeze
caresses her skin,
it ruffles her dress
again and again.

As the waves from the ocean
cover the sand,
the wind sways her hair
as she brushes it with her hand.

She stands with a smile
in the light of the moon,
hoping the breeze
will come back soon.


Copyright 2007 INSIGHTS by R. A. Jones - Published by Publish America


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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.


Details | Monorhyme | |

Butterflies and Moonbeams - Duo rhyme in Honor of Mary Ports

(Duo rhyme in Honor of Mary Ports)

Butterflies & Moonbeams 

Of things that inspire I will write 
Whether things of day or by night 
    Butterflies and silver moonbeams 
    Upon the quiet water gleams 
    Azure heavens where a hawk screams 
    Sunsets repainting awesome themes 
    Trees shade meandering cool streams 
    Yellow Stone where old faithful steams 
    Fireflies & double rainbow dreams 
    All made of magic so it seems 
Enchantments entice my delight 
With wonder I will dream tonight 

©Diana Dalton 15 July 12 





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Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Song Of The Seamen And Their Ship Called Mary Rose

Mary Rose, the mighty sailing sea vessel glided majestically across the waves 
She had robustly and bravely sailed the briny waves for many a night and day
With the ocean's heaving gusting squalls blowing off proud stern and mast
Sailing victorious and proud - her billowing white sails were cast
The calm, liquid waters of the sea flowed quietly purple for now-
Unaware of the coming storm that would beat furious against her bow 

Her alabaster sails whipped violent and furious in the oncoming storm
Impending doom was yelling its cries while the seamen went unwarned
Down below, inside their cabins the seamen peacefully slept
Wrapped in the secure watch that their gallant captain kept
The oceans black, boiling waves beat savage against starboard and port
As Captain Noe standing fearless - at first quake, did not the storm report

The old wooden beams of the Mary Rose began to restlessly moan and creak
While the blackened roaring, rolling waves beat furious against her feet
Her alabaster sails rose proud- beating mighty against wailing squalls and gusts
While deep inside the bow in bunks, the sleeping seamen thrust 

Suddenly...they heard the captain's distraught voice cry out 
When the seamen heard his voice -they heard fear without doubt
“Awake, all of ye’ ”,   Captain Noe forcefully roared
“Alive! Awake… all ye’ seaman come quickly up on board”!

The savage spirit of the sea reigned fierce with rage and fear
While the brave captain fought - loyal seaman brought up the rear
They courageously fought together - not silenced by the eye of death
As the sea raged violently against them with its brutal, menacing breath 

To save their mighty Mary Rose, they’d dip their very souls in blood 
Leaving themselves merciless against this drunken, mighty flood
With plank and bow standing fierce between them and their fate
The raging ocean’s fierce, blackened waves - the sea they could not hate

The morning brought the warming sun which rose broad above the waves
The winds had tamed their violent voice against captain and seaman brave
With unshakable courage and seaman’s wit not once were spirits broke
Each cheered his mate and captain strong as they fought with steady stroke
Their peril fought in days of danger and night filled with pain
Their manly courage did not wane - their fight was not in vain
For all the courageous seamen and their brave Captain Noe
Joined together in hand and spirit to save...their proud Mary Rose 




Details | Tanka | |

Castle In The Sand

Castle In The Sand


Waves besiege the shore
As crashing long lost lovers--
Lonely lions roar--
Salty cling of sultry air
Glistens as sunlight weakens...

Latte-coloured sand
Reveals waving fiddler crab
The male--his Huge hand--
Tempting females to his lair,
His deep castle in the sand.

~by deborah burch©
5/14/2012

*Note: the fiddler crab
they mate every two weeks...the male stands outside his two-foot deep elaborate burrow in the sand (castle) and waves his very enlarged claw enticing all females who pass by...when one shows interest, she stops for a second or two...stares at him...and he goes in to his castle, comes out and repeats this a few times until she makes up her mind....lol...once he has convinced a female, he seals the door to his castle, and there they stay...well, for a while...lol...db


Details | Couplet | |

Autumn's Breeze

Crisp Autumn seeps through the day
Dew balances a fresh cut blade

Tangerine skies seethe God's Grace
Summer's vehment blaze...replaced

Slipping sweetness around my pillow
Cool winds dance with weeping willow

Stars twinkle down through thick dense trees
As spirits dance in fresh Autumn's breeze


Details | Haiku | |

Ambivalence

Atmosphere of Spring
Aura of cold, powdered snow
Ambivalence still


Details | Cinqku | |

Tender Leaves

New born
Willow leaves
Long stems swaying
Swirling in the cold breeze
Today

Dark clouds
Allow few
Rays of sunlight
Penetrate through small holes
Gives hope


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Mist Rising

As I sit alone on this rocky shore. The mist rises around my feet and I long for much, much 
more. Just to go out to sea and meet the horizon just you and me in our blazon. To feel the 
salt water as we sail away to enjoy the beauty of this day in this very protected bay.  To kiss 
the rose of early bright.  Maybe stay way into the night and see the moon and billions of 
stars. Reach up and touch the loving God.  The one who made you for me and made the sea 
and misty shores that consumes all my lonely and tiresome chores.


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Twilight Sea

As evening falls and whispers at my door
The tipsy moon leaves shadows in my wake.
I hear the sound of restless waves that break
And blend together magic as they pour
Their light into the sky, so stars awake.

In crepuscule the earth begins to make
The sea-stars glint, a million lights or more.
Delicious colours wash another shore
Where rainbow breakers ripple like a snake
And sea-sewn prisms linger evermore.


Details | Haiku | |

beach haiku

Sand laden waves

Pound rich seaweed crusted rocks

Cockles dig deeper


Details | Haiku | |

Under the Tree

.



                                         under the tree
                                         sunlight picks through the leaves
                                         no need to count sheep


.


Details | Free verse | |

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




Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Gift of the Sea

From Scrabster harbour we set
Sea fishing we go
Off Dunnett Head
Dinghy in tow
 
A few hours we sail
To reach the spot
To hunt our catch
Check my lobster pots
 
This Pentland firth 
Flowing blue and fresh
With our deep sea rods
Various baits, spinning meps
 
Along the way
Some pots we check
Crustacean grab
Lobster and dab
 
Destination reached
Our fishing ground
Sounder on 
Fish are found
 
Leaded up, lines straight
Darrow's aplenty, strengthened trace
Lines down bottom hit
Watch the tip as we drift
 
The waves deceive
We think a bite
Natures water
Tricks us slight
 
This beautiful day
As patience allows
We hear a shout 
From the starboard bow
 
Wow! dad,
Look at the bend on your rod
Is it a dogfish or ling
Or a monster cod
 
Posture right to reel this catch
Has this fisherman met his match
Over an hour this marathon lasts
Fish against man, sporting ask
 
Forearms ache, back strains
I reel it in, it then regains
Is it tiring, or is it me
This awesome creature from the sea
 
Moments later
Surface splash
A wing of skate
Adrenalin blast
 
Fish aboard
Tagged and weighed
Released with care
In its domain we played
 
The day goes on
With various catch
But only the one
Had met his match
 
The evening draws
With the firth so calm
As we watch the sunset
With a golden dram
To Mother Nature we raise our glass
She is indeed, such a wonderful lass
 
 


Details | Couplet | |

The Royal Hues of sunset

The old Queen is losing her glorious crown Her glittering diamond tiara is going down In its prime, it shone golden, now yellowing See the crimson ball, getting soft, mellowing. Splashing colors in my sky, huge ball of paint Once scorching, now calm and pensive as a saint! As you release the long day deep in the blue sea A vibrant, livid twilight canvas, create for us to see Other side of this enchanting horizon, resting you may be Giving us the shimmering night spread, peace for mine and me!


Details | Lyric | |

Rain from a Heavy Sky

Seems like dark 
clouds are following us 
      Let the torrents 
come down
     We'll survive!
As water strikes 
    our garden 
  The earth and roots 
         devours it
    Life springs forth 
after shadows have 
     passed
Our little star 
     will continue 
to shine 
   on though the
night
    There will be 
movement 
    of the wheel of
fate
   When we are cleansed by the 
rain 
    Then we can 
begin anew 
    Letting the breezes 
caress us
   We'll continue onwards 
            darkness, rain 
and ill fortune 
may come 
    but we shall grow 
and prosper in spite
    of it 
  We'll lift up our 
         arms 
  to embrace the world
Laugh once more 
    as spring rains 
continue to fall


Details | Tanka | |

Azure Silks Blown in the Wind

Floating towards new moon--
a blanket flecked in diamonds
slips over the horizon.
A sliver of light over
azure silks blown in the wind.


Details | Epigram | |

Azure tongues

Tides move in as one--
bowing upright azure tongues,
marching from the sun.
Pallets lick the shifting sand,
slowly move the plastic land.


Details | Personification | |

October's Horizon

Grieving over postscripts

of a faded summer memory,

an outstretched autumn's arm

reaches through the trees---

-

Her leaf-fluttered hand expands,

brushing passed dark branch silhouettes...

and tosses new nightlights

into the October harvest sky.


Details | Narrative | |

BEFORE SPRING CAME

Before spring came, in late February
to the blooming and jolly hills 
I ran, breathing heavily and frantically,
touching the perfumed blossoms 
of a solitary, old cherry tree;
and underneath it I sat writing poetry
that hadn't a perfect rhyme and beat! 
Weren't my skills marred by imperfections?    



Canaries and red-breasted robins
flew down and rested on my outstretched legs;
perusing my lines to spot their names,
and when they did, they flapped their wings in gladness!
I could have imagined their joyful words,.
if only they had acquired the gift of speech,
and deeper in their thoughts I would have reached:
to dispel the myth that they had no feelings...



After my short poem was completed,
I reached for my harmonica to play my favorite classic tune;
and being surprised by the paleness of the fading moon,
I dedicated that happy melody to her not to let her despair:
by waving my hand to make her farewell less sad, while I whispered,
" Silent moon, eternal companion of every poet,
what's beyond the realm of this universe?...
Tell us more of those invisible suns and planets! "
 


Before spring came to the dormant valley,
the mountains' peaks allowed the sun to melt their snows,
to create gushing torrents to feed its water to the dry and cracked soil,
which needed rain instead of harmful frost;
and I drank the freshest water and washed my sweaty face,
while fighting off the bees' stubborn rivalry!
That spring has come again to dress herself with incredible splendor,
and this discontent and wishful heart desires nothing more than being there!  


My theme is: Happiness In Childhood


Details | Lyric | |

To the Sea

To The Sea 

Sea, 
I look to you 
For answers 
To the questions that swirl like your currents in my mind 
Are you as unfathomable as my heart? 
Do your swells exceed the passions rising within me? 
Does your churning and pounding match the rhythm of my pulse? 
Is your water as cold as the loneliness here? 
Does the salt you contain taste the same as my tears? 
Does your thunderous crashing on rocks at the shore 
Equal the tempest that rages in my soul? 
Do you harbor secrets in your depths as I do? 
Are you roiling below the surface with anticipation? 
Do you long for a visitor to break the horizon... 
As I long for my Love? 
Does the wail that rises from your hollow reefs 
Blend with the plaintive cry from my lips? 
Can the overture played on your delicate shells 
Drown out the sound of my siren song? 
Sea, I have loved you, Sea, I have known you... 
We feel the same, we sound the same 
We give the same, we take the same 
We are one 
And the same 
You and I, 
Your mournful soulmate 




© Copyright Donna Golden July 10, 1999


Details | Rhyme | |

Meandering Rivers, Streams and Burns

Meandering rivers, streams and burns
Zig zagging, flowing in contour turns

Sparkling waters as pure as can be
Flow through the glens and down to the seas

Much life is found in these translucent waters
Species of fish, and delightful otters

 

Along these rivers, streams and burns
Grow many grasses, trees and ferns

Varieties of greens in wonderment bloom
A most beautiful sight is natures front room

Her seasons dictate, the rise and the fall
The pictures she paints, delightfully enthrals

 

These graceful rivers, streams and burns
Lured us to settle, for beside the seas we yearned

Villages turned into towns, and towns into cities
For the lure of these waters, some murky some pretty

For all around the world, the patterns the same
These are just a few, the Thames, Ness and the Seine



Look after all waters as they are all our concern
Our meandering rivers, streams and burns




" My entry into Brian's contest Flow, River, Flow "





http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/poetry-soup-4.php


Details | I do not know? | |

The Mighty Waves

The aching need to be near
The enduring pain no one could bear
Trying to control the mounting fear
As disaster strucked unaware.

Felt so alone, with no one there
Seeing the love ones drifted apart
But they could only see,
As they became the ocean's heart.

Who could express the lost they had?
Who could feel the heart hurting so bad?
Crying over a lost son who is just a little lad
They could do anything but bring him back.

Country shattered and torn
People left homeless
Mighty wave come and gone
Strong but merciless...


Details | Imagism | |

Ocean In the Sky

The koi soul flies
on wings of the wind
dipping in orange guise
painting his scales and fin
harpoon rays pierce and awry
as his eyes and dreams arise
To the ocean in the sky


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Winds of the Night

The winds of the night creep in on you and they are up and about.
They surround you in the darkness and shed you into some light.
They are given and they are taken with your most silent thoughts.
They pass through your hidden fears and come from plain sight.
The winds of the night so clever and discreet they really are.
They hold no boundaries to your beginning and nor to your end.
They are warm and they are cold rising above you and reaching up from far.
They are of their own power and hold onto all claims of their own.
The winds of the night come sending a message to the unknown.
The winds of the night are aimless but when directed they drift all together.
They are dangerous when calm at night a sight not even one has really seen.
They are unsettled with no balance yet predictable by where they all concur.
They capture what is felt and heard because they’re accepted as they’re deemed.
The winds of the night come and go for they are on a lifelong mission.
They are silent within your journey for they can not be spoken to or touched.
They exist for your life bringing the world into its final rule on deception.
The winds of the night carry enough strength to lead a massive world into the unjust!








Details | Sonnet | |

Speckled Sea Air Stings Soft Skin

Sea horizon in the distance ...a clean line.... a quiet shore
Every day the ocean washes up something new on its sandy floor...
Today,  the sea formed  haystacks of seaweed piled quiet high
Yesterday   sea sponges and fan-shells lapped the crunchy sands
Gentle humming of  soft ocean sounds humms  by to and fro
Seagulls squawking , flying in unison form a V- like kite formation
Their pale eyes widen  as red feet and beaks hover and flutter
Two yellow labradors swimming and weaving from shore to  ocean
Bounding gracefully into the water , chasing and  jumping in unison
Tirelessly,effortlessly running along their beloved ocean shore.
Young dogs greet each other in an excitedly ,friendly fashion.
Horses hoof prints embedded gracefully in the shoreline sand....
Broken glass edges  made smooth with the sands abrasion
Oh wonderful mobile reflecting the sunlights warm sensations!




Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Terza Rima | |

NIGHT IS NOT LIKE DAY

Night is not like day,
when my body is groggy and I get tired,
but sleep doesn't come suddenly...


Even when the macabre darkness reigns,
I seek the hidden moon among the hickories,
to make me stray from loneliness...


And strolling with the pace of vagabonds,
I get to feel what they feel:  when they are 
ignored or forgotten by others...  


Crickets seem out of tune,
while the watchful owls conjure;
and what attracts me:  is mystery...


The bag-lady sleeps on the same bench,
and her softest pillow is a heap of leaves;
this morning she performed a superb dance...


The bright lam-posts begin to dim, to scare the fire-flies away;
and flickering they announce the new day,
when the strong aroma of the jasmines exhilarates me...


Night is not like day,
when the perfect  peace is really felt inside;  
even my gentle shadow turns into a silver light...


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Light Poetry | |

Denial

Being in denial is like sitting in an empty house,
with a moonlit forest behind it.

Coming out of denial is the new bird,
that comes and stays a while, with that little 
empty house, but when winter comes, 
he is off on a journey from the heavens above.


Details | Haiku | |

Weeping Willow Tree

Weeping willow tree
Casting your summer leaves
Down with a brown chrunch


Details | Senryu | |

Crud

Pumping black blood
Sea life falls dead with a thud
Petroleum mud

By Robb A. Kopp
All Rights Reserved © MMX


Details | Rhyme | |

Sunset Wonder

Fingers crossed,
My mind still hoping,
Day by day,
I rest on the hill sloping.

Looking at the sun,
Mesmerized by the beauty,
Rays blinding the scene I look on.

The sun is setting,
My mind is wondering;
Although sometimes forgetting,
Though life seems like its plundering.

Birds wisp by,
Flying across the purple-pink sky.
Oceans in the distance,
Beauty beyond existence.

It’s a sunset wonder,
A masterpiece of splendor.
Exquisiteness unsurpassed,
The sky, life, and scenery coming together at long last.


Details | Free verse | |

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. 


Details | Free verse | |

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...


Details | Free verse | |

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 


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Ballad | |

GULL (PARTII)

Everyone has to learn... 
To be a gull 
One day... 
It will be your turn 

In a sky... 
Perfect too 
Upwards I flew.... 
To meet you 

For, in us all 
Is a Jonathan Livingston 
Bursting through 
Gulls flight... 
In me and in you 

It is the spirit that takes us all... 
Reaching new heights 
New skies                                                                                                                        
New flights 

We all dream 
Some chose to be.... 
Gulls on the sea 
This is me.... 

As I sit, watching the going down of the sun 
The gulls swoop and turn 
I savour the thought 
Can I become.... 
One of those... 
Who fly until the day is done 

One day.... 
I will come as a gull 
Fly over the sea 
Swoop and turn with glee 
What it is to be free 
One day it will be 


Details | Free verse | |

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?


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Haiku | |

Sea

Stage in blazing lights
Lovely steps of a hornpipe
Sailor boy's delight


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Italian Sonnet | |

My Perfect Pearl

The life of this pearl, how it grew from the sand
Is a wonderful story to tell
For it bothered the flesh in an oyster's grey shell
And the oyster then coated the sand
It was milky and white, added band after band
'Till it formed a white shell
So a creature can't tell
That it grew from a grain of the sand

This gemstone of mine
From the depths of the sea
Has a glittering shine
That is easy to see
So it's hard to imagine, this treasure so fine
All began as a grain in the sea



Written 3/2/2013


Details | Free verse | |

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 ?


Details | Italian Sonnet | |

Tropical Romance

Tropical Romance White crowned waves wash upon the wet seashore The Palm fronds shiver in the stiff sea breeze Moonlight shimmers across midnight blue seas Black sky twinkles with diamonds galore Sensuous delights love does hold in store Come my love, on white sand lie with me please On this sand mound beneath these tall Palm trees And let us share the love we have pledged this day This love we do share is not commonplace White crowned waves wash upon the sea shore Moonlight shimmers across midnight blue seas Black sky twinkles with diamonds galore Come my love, on white sand lie with me please


Details | Choka | |

February Rain

rain caressing limbs transforms into crushing ice duplicitous destruction enveloping trees splintering Appendages suffering spiral fractures winter rhetoric cracked branches screaming in pain imminent amputation


Details | Lyric | |

A sailors soul


A sailor's soul has an epic thirst Only nourished by the sea For only upon it's waves and swells Is a sailor's soul set free He prays for winds to fill his sails And clear skies to chart his way A pull of rum and cheap cigar To finish out his day The stories spewed, both lies and truths Will fade upon the seas For until his ship, next leaves it's slip Will his soul again be freed


Details | Rhyme | |

Ocean

The sun sets on the ocean, and the moonlight paints the land The evening tide then pushes forward, clutching grains of sand I dip my toes into the water, and close my eyes within the night My naked body, wet, and cool, for the first time feels... alright


Details | Lyric | |

UNDER THE SEA

      UNDER THE SEA
Sometimes the sea brings hope to me
as if a dream has come and meant to be
it weaves a spell I know too well
within a time that's known but to the sea.

An empty sound is all around
and echos from what walls there may be found
a click--a tap--a buzz--a snap,
within the time that fills my empty sound;

the light goes through eternal blue
and into space as light can only do,
as pressure grows, my being flows,
contented in the dream I'm flowing through.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet


Details | Ode | |

Mother Ocean

Froth and foam, time and tide...
Ah, the motion of the ocean.
‘Tis the source of my heart's longing,
The place of my soul's belonging, 
With it's push and pull...
Ebb and flow.

As time and space go rambling on...
At your shores, the same time and space
Stand halted...
Your maker and mine exalted...
By your push and pull...
Ebb and flow.

At times I find myself longing,
To become one with you,
And your knowing of life's beginnings,
Both old and new...
And the days and years of all your learnings.

To find myself wrapped up, 
In your fathomless embrace,
In all the ways you have kissed me,
With the currents of your passion…
Your endless days, the mystical fashion,
Of your push and pull...
Ebb and flow.

Yet how shall I fathom, 
Your unending endlessness?
And how shall I counter, 
Your impartial fury?
Most certain am I that it will bury,
And erase, 
All that is and leave no trace, 
Of that which is and was to come.

For man who is blind, sees only your wealth, 
And not wholly that, 
But that which he deems
As wealth.

Till you, left naked and raped, rise...
To reprove us, to open our eyes.

Only then do we see, 
T'was meant to be, 
That you, and I and we,
Are made as one.

And as to you, unto us is done.

Thus to us is done for sure, 
Till blindly stumbling we find this cure:

That those who shall possess you, 
Shall do in setting you free.

And to them is your grace, 
To them is your passion, 
The depths of your soul and the endless fashion, 
Of your timeless, enduring mystery.


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Details | Lyric | |

Flight Of The Seagull

I see you up there flying in the sky of majestic winged one,
your wing span is so wide, you dip your wings now and then
just to see what the wind is doing, Your head lifts up to see,
as your steely eyes look from side to side.
You cannot afford to get it wrong,
or you could fly off course and hit the ground.
You calculate so carefully, but not on paper, like us, not you,
Your head is what you use to think through all the things you have to do.

Your feathers had all been fluffed about,
when you were caught in a nasty gale.
You had thrashed about and it made you shout
as it grabbed your pure white tail.
Now you are soaring up to the sky,
where you're dwarfed by the mighty blue whale.
The people on the ground don't know,
how much stress a seagull goes through.

When you are pushed around by a wind so fierce,
you have to hang on with all your might.
Just to keep yourself from falling from the sky,
during such a hairy scaring flight.
I watch you dive into the sea ,
to catch the fish that want for tea.
You dive in and grab it with your beak,
then wait patiently, for the next to pick.

With a grace and style so neat,
you dive in and claim your delicate feast.
You have to do this very quick,
because a big wave could make you sink.
Your fisherman friend Joe is due,
you know his boat, its painted bright blue.
You watch for his mast as it nears the point,
and as he enters the bay, get into position to wait,
for him to cut up the catch of the day.

Sometimes I wish I could fly away too,
across the oceans you soar over so blue,
I would fly to a place that was away
from the hustle and bustle back home.
I would chase all the other birds there in the sky,
that are also all alone.
You must see many things on your flights,
when you fly over land, sea and shore.
I love to see you soar through the sky,
Until I can' t see you up there anymore.



Details | Haiku | |

Off the Top

Gently tousled leaves
Vivid the emerald fronds
Soon will turn to gold


*Placed 7th in Matt Caliri's contest, "Write Now!" (Approximately 50 seconds)


Details | Light Poetry | |

Spring, the Magician

Hocus...


    Crocus!





* Placed 3rd in Brian Strand's contest, "April Footle".


Details | Haiku | |

Golden Soiree'

Crisp leaves gaily dance
As red and gold parchment gowns
Swirl on Autumn winds






Inspired by Abe Lopez' contest, Haiku Seasons


Details | Verse | |

The Sand And The Sea

Sun-kissed cheeks and bare-footing
Along the rolling shoreline ebbing.
Wavelets frothing swirls of white
Where sand meets the sea.

Standing, breeze lightly blowing,
I look around, I look far and wide.
I look to the sky, to the sand
And the sea.

Beach combing, treasures I do find.
Ghost crabs fast burrowing
Like ghost apparitions disappearing
Not far from the sea.

An infinite variety of shells I seek,
Collecting in my pocket jingling.
Some spread apart like angel wings
Cast forth from the sea.

As I barefoot along the shoreline
Sandpipers run, always fleeing. 
A great blue heron stands stately,
All feeding from the sea.

Looking back from where I came
My footprints left upon the sand.
I breathe in deeply the salt-rich air
Savoring the blue green sea.


Details | Haiku | |

Water hibernation

Placid and frigid
Clad shrouded stones of splendor
In a winter bath


Details | Haiku | |

Danger Ahead

organisms spawn
     sea heated by July sun...
          red tide comes ashore

dead fish waste on sand
    gulls peck at infected food...
        illness spreads to all


*For Brian's "A Jewel in your Crown" contest


Details | Ballad | |

From The National Poet Of Slovenia In A Language People Understand - THE RUINS OF THE ANCIEN REGIME




Farewell, then, AUKN boss,
The next this year makes three.
By the time they find a substitute,
Slovenes will be at sea.

He tried to cover his behind;
AUKN boss of bosses,
As every week, balances grew bleak:
He weighed merits and losses.

With all this he'd no time to eat,
And round and round he flew.
And now he's split in a hissy-fit;
So helmsman, too-de-loo!

Day after day, day after day,
He drifted on the ocean;
Guano-vernment rained on his ship
Their suggestions for promotion.

Cousins, cousins, everywhere,
Corporate boards crosslink;
Cousins, cousins, everywhere,
Let's take you for a drink.

Accountants talking rot: O Christ!
Missions, visions - oh please!
Yea, slimy characters need legs
And slimy policies.

So has he done an hellish thing?
Not hired who? We dunno:
Was it absurd, to have a separate curd
From the whey Slovenia owes?
This wretch won't play, after 60 days;
Pissflaps, he'll have to go!

God help ya, gospod Bencina
From the fiends, that plague us thus! -
It's time to go — shot like cross-bow,
The AUKN boss.

Ah! walk-out day! what evil looks
Had I from Ernst and Young!
Who's at a loss? AUKN's boss
Wouldn't take a bung?

"You'll be" quoth one, "abolished - no
Stigma to double-cross."
He chose to go - why? We don't know:
Harmless AUKN boss.


Re-reading the original gave me a great idea for dinner until I realised all the storks have all flapped off to Africa for the winter. Pity, as I have some ancient marinade from Tuš. Like the subject of the poem, I didn't have the stamina for a Coleridge-length effort.

Story: http://www.sloveniatimes.com/total-mess-in-state-owned-capital-asset-management

The National Poet Of Slovenia In A Language People Understand interprets important Slovenian affairs for the non-Slovene speaking world. www.maria.si


Details | Blank verse | |

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…


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Free verse | |

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




Details | Haiku | |

Nautical Grace

Through waters you move.
All else is dull when compared.
What beauty you hold.


Details | I do not know? | |

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


Details | Free verse | |

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?


Details | Lanterne | |

Sweet Spring

Bees
Buzzing
Pollenate
New spring flowers
Combs


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Rhyme | |

Take me away to the island that's down by the sea


Take me away to the island that’s down by the sea

Written By Dean Masciarelli

October 25, 2010 (7:51am)


Take me away to the island 

That’s down by the sea

Where you and I can 
release our anxieties

Because it would be
the perfect 
weekend get away

Where we can lie peacefully 
in a hammock 
that’s hanging from the trees

But it would also be 
the perfect place to stay

Where we can act like 
children all over again

Because there wouldn’t 
be another soul around
that would be close by

Because we would have 
our own perfect hideaway

Where we could be 
as free 
as we wanted to be

Because we would be 
far away from everybody

Where we could literally 
enjoy
some peace and tranquility
in our perfect little getaway
where we could always cool 
off by jumping into the sea 

Where we could swim 
and we could play
with the sea turtles and the 
dolphins as they casually 
start swimming close by

Wouldn’t it be nice
if we could just get away

Because I cannot think 
of a better place to be

Then being with you 

On the island 

That’s down by the sea













Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Lyric | |

As the river flows

As the river flows

As the river flows
So surely to the sea
It’s power be a wondrous sight
As it roams the land so free
The path of no resistance
Is how she lives each day
I will learn from this old river
I need to live this way.

As the river flows
She takes all in her stride
Not dogged by expectations
Not held back by her pride
She flows into the ocean
She knows this be her home
She has no need to hurry
She’s just content to roam.

Oh, I’ll be like that river
That’s how I’ll live my life
All free from fear and worry
Until my time is rife
To join that mighty ocean
All filled with sweet devotion.

As the river flows
And things get in her way
She knows to never struggle
Just flows from day to day
And lets the power take her
To where she needs to go
Her softness melts all obstacles
Albeit, oh so slow.


Details | Verse | |

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


Details | Haiku | |

Egads! Winter wind--

Egads! Winter wind-- 
drumming up my olive trees,
with lethargic notes



Details | Lanterne | |

Passionate Pink Crocus -- sequence

pink
nose peeks
prettily
through her worn, white
sheet.
bold
Crocus,
breathing wind,
and the promise
of
new
green grass –
painting her
thawing landscape
pink.




*Inspired by Mr. Brian Strand's new Lanterne, as is moment, Contest. :)


Details | Haiku | |

Sandy

a storm snows and rains
a world plowing in her rage  
nature makes humble


©Ellie Daphne van Stralen 2012


Being - no longer - on line with a friend on the other side of the world experiencing hurricane Sandy I tried to express my feelings the moment the connection was 'gone' 
Shortest poem  and the first in this form I ever wrote...............


Hurricanes -Only Haiku Conest 
10th 	Sandy	Ellie Daphne van Stralen
Sponsored by: SandyIvy Davis


Details | Haiku | |

Nature the Destroyer

Raging tornadoes
devastate the entire land
destroying cities

Raging huricanes
plundering oceans and land
natures agony

Tsunami monster
Indian Ocean graveyard
deadly disaster


by Marty Owens March 9, 2012
For PD's contest Nature the Destroyer


Details | Haiku | |

Sunet Strip

<                                  well isn't that swell
                                lost another cool surfboard ...
                                      holy sharks galore



                                        beyond horizon
                                 the sun bids day well ado ...
                                       happy trails to you



                                       top of old smokey
                                  cumulus congestive skies ...
                                    coughing up a storm



                                        excursion riding
                                  using buoyant enforcement ...
                                      to capture the sun



                                       yacht and small vessel
                                  endlessly floats rippled lake ...
                                       feeling abandoned                                   
                                                            


Details | Free verse | |

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 


Details | Rhyme | |

Flood

Waters rise, engulf the land and other ruses
we devise to block their flow, to stem the tides.
Anxious, we are left to ride the waves
on fragile barques bereft of sails.
Such flimsy arks (mere barrel staves
and baling wire) float up the sides
of great sea-risers, like defiant snails
awash in slime. In time, seabrine looses
collective holds on congealed excuses
and in salt solution we dissolve.
To silver fishes we soon devolve
while worlds and stars, giants and dwarfs,
fade from mind like boats from wharfs.
And when to darker depths we dive,
will fishes miss us? Shall we survive
apart from sky, from air, from dry?
When at last we gasp and die
will crabs cavort? Can fishes cry?


Details | Blank verse | |

Sail

Sail through the veil,
Chasing a mermaid’s tail,
Along waves through troves
And rocky caves.

Sail through the veil,
Chasing a fairytale.
Seems I found the world of my dreams,
As my ship is sunken by oceanic seams.


Details | Couplet | |

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.


Details | Rhyme | |

Frosted Embers

Winter rides On the weathered Wings of the wind Through a heavy sky Where violet hues are Pinned. Wispy Clouds flow like Angel Hair in graceful curls Winter's frosted embers Adorn the earth like millions Of priceless pearls. A Cleansing renewal transpires From the harshness of winter air Divine growth emerges from a land That is hushed in graceful prayer. Beautiful Wisdom radiates from Inside this wonderland of pristine light As a kaleidoscope of color emanates From this heavenly prism of white. Carole Cookie Arnold 01/02/2010


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Sunsets and Journeys

Poem about beautiful sunsets and the journey of life.

Spent all day walking on the beautiful powdery white beach. Picking
up oceans treasures, scallop shells calico in colors rich and diverse,
conch, coral, cockel, Sand dollar, sea biscuit, lightning welk, snell shells
of every kind. Ocean breakers emerald crashing and rumbling up onto
the porcelain beach. Wade out let it splash all over me so cooling and
refreshing along with ocean breeze. Splash on the face I lick it off,
exquisitely salty. sand Pipers skiddering along, Pelicans and sea gulls
in the indigo sky catching my eye. Such beautiful things my spirit uplifted.
Sun now kissing the ocean in an explosion of colors. I sit down
 to take it all in. Orange, scarlet, green, violet, purple, amber,
 gold, emerald, jasper, amathyst, amber, alibaster and every
 hue inbetween. A glorious feastfor the eye and mind
 to put at ease. Dark now as the golden moon
takes it's Majasties place. What a simply wonderful day.
Giving sigh it's over I could do this forever. Time to go back to my home
in Arkansas. We have beautiful sunsets there as well. Beautiful mountains,
streams, forests, springs, caves, clear lakes await for me to revisit.
The air is clean with a fragrant scent, purple, yellow, orange, lavender,
azure, indigo, cardinal, porcalin, pink and more colors than I can
describe wild flowers frow. Clear blue rivers rush with white roaring 
rapids to float, forests of emerald abundant to explore. Mountains 
treacherous to scale, Hot springs to sooth and heal both body and 
spirit. Diamonds to find, red, champagne, blue, sparkling enchanting 
exquisite. Crystals bound in the mines near the healing hot springs,
amythest, garnets, water crystals, rubies and jasper in georgeous
colors crafted into rings, bracelets, pendants, watch bands and so
many more elegant things. I may never get to return to the beloved 
beaches again in my life, but I still have all these wonderous things
in My Natural Arkansas. However if I am fortunate enough to return to 
the glorious oceans and beaches, I will once again enjoy the treasures,
pleasures, sunsets  to behold so bold and vibrant, more wonderful
memories if it comes to pass. one never knows for certain what lays
ahead down lifes path so onward we go and enjoy each blessing
that the Lord has prepared to us to see. Hopefully we will learn on
this journey to love, care for and share with each other.


Details | Free verse | |

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 ~


Details | Kwansaba | |

High TIDE that Binds

Rhythm develops 
everything
horrid
heavenly thoughts
misery
tones of home vibrate
livelihood exists inside
ambiance waves crash
tear shorelines
sliding through marinas
ships live n' die
by rhythm

high tide
to low the sailor knows
to schoon the great deep sea
respecting nature's violent blessing
the Bind that won't untie
excitement for the divide
all there
inside the rhythmic ride
arithmetic and music
cruising ocean blue
with the muse
the full moon at the side
providing just the perfect stride



Details | Rhyme | |

Beyond the Veil of spiritual eyes

Beyond the Veil Of Spiritual Eyes The eye of the spirit pulls back the veil Revealing a trove of unseen trails Alabaster sands embrace rose colored water Golden fingers dote over its earthly daughter Elements are alive with healing in their wake Swells, breaking curls release life into the lake As the foliage rustles from the wind in their sails All is alive from the living waters, all else pales We are but a tiny rosebud struggling to birth Into a garden inhabiting an ever growing earth One drop from the water unseals the eyes Lifting life’s veil removing its clever disguise Carole Cookie Arnold


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THE WHALE SONG

    THE WHALE SONG
The masters of the ocean
Depending on you
What can they do?
They are grieving.
The masters of the ocean
Are crying for you
What can they do?
They are leaving.

It's a whale of a thing and a helluva fix to be.
If you're living the life of a whale that's in the sea.

All they want is ocean 
and the space to run.
Freedom's just a morning spray 
flashing in the sun.
All they ask is ocean
and the Hope to be
thankful God has given them
---------the sea.

It's a whale of a thing and a helluva fix to be.
If you're living the life of a whale that's in the sea.
It's a whale of a thing and a helluva fix to be.
If you're living the life of a whale that's in the sea.
© ron wilson aka vee Bdosa the Doylestown poet


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Jetsam Of Scuttled Me

There is no peace
In this squall that is my soul
This shipwreck of suffering
Dawn's flag fluttering
A cove that won't let go

My reflection is gone
But you're still there
Gelid lips still bearing
The salt of placid caring
The coral of kicking seas

I hear the horn resounding
Midnight's mistress crowning
As bottled moonlight spills all
The red tide of hope drowning
The fabled fathoms of Luna's call

Behold the glass inlet
Where jagged love flows free
Beneath my shredded mast
The threaded din of reflections past
That's where tomorrow finds
Jetsam of scuttled me


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THE LIGHTHOUSE

This lighthouse reflecting impeccably 
To promote nautical navigation
For sailors protecting diligently
A storied maritime reputation

This lighthouse reflecting beautifully
A scenic welcoming invitation
This lovely picturesque monstrosity 
An artist's beautiful motivation

*The practical and the poetic side of a lighthouse.

Contest: Nette's "The Lighthouse"
Date: 9-25-14
Poet: LyricMan


Details | Haiku | |

Listen to the shell - ocean-ku



feet fused to the board 
through the curl the surfer rode ......
listen to the shell



Penned 12 April 2013


Details | Haiku | |

Inhale


Heaving waves lift me
Over ageless moonlit sea –
I inhale the dark 


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Triolet | |

cerulean loss

her alabaster lips did drown
the sea with rage that fateful dawn.
how beautiful with skin so pale,
her alabaster lips. did drown
the roar of waves and shredded sail.
Poseidon's wrath on human pawn.
her alabaster lips did drown.
the sea with rage that fateful dawn...


Details | Rhyme | |

Winter's Sight

I wake up one March morning to a world of wintry white
As winters tight grip and springs promise behold my site.
Green buds poking through white on flora that will be
purple, red and white to present a sweet aromatic smell 
like the snowflakes that spiraled in rhythm to nature’s chiming bell.


Details | Rhyme | |

Understand yourself to understand me

I know who I am and love me even more… ripened like the finest wine never pop my cork.
I love harmony and don’t mean a tune, but a life from harmonious view.
I don’t tolerate the devils dirty work disguised to hide the shallow blue….
Looking like the sandy blue seas once hitting the coast with such beauty, but once unhidden is 
truly a Tsunami.  God utilizes my time more wisely.
 I am God’s special gift, so I feel sorry for you if you choose me to mess with.
To mess with me is to harm yourself stop trying to understand and understand yourself. 
Understand God lives and shines through me... do you now understand me, now try to 
understand yourself.


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Haiku | |

Sea and Sky

The sea and sky meet
At the horizon, shake hands, then
Go their separate ways


Details | Free verse | |

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!!!!


Details | Haiku | |

Liquid Diamonds

shimmering waters dance beneath a dazzling sun liquid diamonds ~*~


Details | Rubaiyat | |

Birds

Swift does the shallow river flow
beneath the trees that upwards grow,
Kingfishers sit on a shoreline rock
hunting fish in the water below

Starlings swarm in a large blue flock
at dusk and dawn at six of the clock,
A stunning spectacle that's a must to see
while sitting on a boat in the dock

Gulls and Terns bob about on the sea
before they depart like an irate banshee,
they swoop and dive in an aerial tableau
a sight to be seen and a thing of beauty

Sandpiper, Whimbrel and Plover are seen
from high water to surf and points in between.


Details | Villanelle | |

With Final Burst

With final burst of golden rays
sun sets below the horizon
day fades away and here night stays

From south gentle warm breeze plays
luring beckoning the siren
with final burst of golden rays

Siren calls hearts are set ablaze
and rising up comes Poseidon
day fades away and here night  stays

Together they play in the bays
ride waves on the crest of Zion
with final burst of golden rays

There is no more time for delays
a merry nod to Orion 
day fades away and here night stays

As departing we go our ways
as daylight for us is poison
With final burst of golden rays
day fades away and night here stays


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Dodoitsu | |

A Moonlit Seashore

The tides slowly rise and sink.
Shoreline changes with the tide.
Looking where sea meets the sky,
The moon bathes the sea.

Star trails above the shoreline
Leading a pathway to me.
A magical sight for sure
Where sea meets the sky.

Silhouettes of pelicans
Playing in the wind currents,
Diving for fish in the sea.
I watch with delight.

Wavelets ebb onto shore,
Shimmering at my wet toes.
Sea sounds whispering to me,
Soothing my soul and mind.


By Connie Gildersleeve
Written: 11/27/2012
For Russell Sivey's "Natural Dodoitsu" Poetry Contest


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Lyric | |

Mirrorred Refrain-GOD GAVE US LOVE FREELY

Smell the spring aroma and 
let it delight all your senses...
don't the softest roses bloom
on windless, sunniest days?


Let my slow fingers caress your lustrous hair,
feel the pleasant warmth of a lovely afternoon;
on windless, sunniest days...
don't the softest roses bloom?


Only the truest lovers can set the white moon ablaze,
as the passing stars shed more light on their faces;
don't the softest roses bloom
on windless, sunniest days?


God gave us love freely as the air we breath;
humans have turned it into lust and doom...
on windless, sunniest days
don't the softest roses bloom?

Entered in Jared Pickett's contest,"Mirrored Refrain"


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 | Ballade | |

Watching the Dolphins

Watching the Dolphins

It was down there in Augusta
 A town south west of Perth
We went there for a holiday
This place has so much worth
The ocean is so wonderful
The river so serene
It be one of the nicest towns
That I have ever seen.

While there we went by tourist boat
To seek the Dolphins out
A lady played some sweet music
So if they were about
These dolphins they would come to listen
For sweet tunefulness they love
Well, this day they danced all about
As the sun shone high above.

We watched them swim beside our boat
It was a wondrous scene
It seemed these creatures they were dancing
Their world seemed so serene
I could not help but love these beasts
As we watched them swim that day
They seemed to love us human beings
They had such friendly ways.

6 June 2014 @ 0733hrs.


Details | Haiku | |

Wild Waves - Haikuette

roaring of tubular waves
curling lip of white froth
sea's power


Details | Lyric | |

Just Be

Society, community, society, community.
You can leave now and let me be.
I will swim free, free in your sea. 
Your sea? your sea, polluted now, Oh you will never see.
Broken hearts, bodies too, beloved inner child, I love you.
Purity.
Alone.
Breathe, breathe, breathe.
Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity.
I know now that this is all I need.
To be. To be. That is all, just Be.
Burn your toys, television too, kill the car, the radio..... 
MOooooooo.
Unleash, unravel, these boys, disentangle, unblock, reset there mind, please sir,
could you be so kind?
Simplicity, Simplicity, simplicity.
Eye's clenched shut.
Now I know, Alone in my hut, not long to go, you will be free.
Free. free. free.
Buy the car, buy the house, buy the cow, consume, consume, but how?
Now!
Now, now, you tell me are you happy? for ever and art thou.
Ah ha, you see, you see.
Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity.
That is all I need, I choose now, my self is free?
Yes, yes, yes sir, me?
Free to sit, sit and just be.
Me? Free? free to swim in this endless blue sea?
I will just sit, sit right here, against this healing earth, oh so very near.
My mind is liquid, free to birth.
Just be. Just Be. Just Be.
Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity.





Details | Haiku | |

When gulls and whales

seagulls and whales hunt
together in the ocean
each catching  more fish 
 
©Elly Wouterse 2012


Details | Rhyme | |

Spring

Flowers stretch from their beds.
Yawning open, waiting to be fed.

Trees toss critters to and fro.
Birds chirp in tunes, putting on a show.

Rain drips off, the hanging branches.
Dark ominous clouds dissever into patches.

 A "coat of many colors" appears in the sky..
An everlasting covenant, that God is nearby.

Springtime has taken hold, as winter escapes.
A Luscious green blanket covers over the landscapes.

Spring holds promise, as nature awakens..
Bringing back to life, what winter has forsaken.


Details | Free verse | |

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




Details | Rhyme | |

Watch Her Fall

A somber landscape outside her window
She looks at those amber leaves full of sorrow
Watching them fall from time to time
Like reading a poetry away from sublime

Her scarlet lips turned ghostly white
Bald trees and dying ones are always on her sight
She looks at a man sweeping the fading beauty
and when the day falls the night was dreary

A somber landscape painted with fears
She looks at those dry amber leaves in tears
Waiting for the sun to be sealed in an envelope
as she stopped breathing, she smiled full of hope


Details | Tanka | |

hoping for sunshine

 When the stormy sea
crashes like thunder upon
your wind tossed vessel
and lightning rips the dark  sky
all you hope for is sunshine

As the storm subsides
and the sky returns to blue
your hope will shine through
the sun will shine much brighter
As a  rainbow paints the sky

10-16-2012......................................(1)


Details | Rhyme | |

Phuket


Phuket, along Andaman, an escape
Blue sky, life ventures, it creates
Wonderful culture, a heritage
Is life savor, simply tastiest

Cascading waterfalls, verdant forests
Ideallic appeal and fishing villages
Lies wild islands of distinctive shapes
With hidden cliffs, and saltwater lakes

Breathtaking sea and sand, affectionate
At dawn lies full gem, unexpressed
Influenced, inspired, it's timeless
Enchanting, Phuket, truly said


Details | Free verse | |

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.





Details | Rhyme | |

Sea Idyll

In a world of conflict and scheming,
may I never awaken from dreaming
of someday being able to float
out -- out in my own little boat --
out on a moon-lit bay
where tropical waters play
and a cooling breeze drifts by.
The salt sea air would be bracing --
would set my weary heart racing --
there on that moon-bright bay.
Only gulls overhead, as they fly, and I,
would hear, from the sandy shore,
the palms as they rustle.  I sigh --
oh -- I never would ask for more
than to float on the nurturing sea --
only you and the moon there with me.


Details | Couplet | |

A Mermaid's Point of View

They pollute our waters, the land, the air
They pollute the planet without a care

They kill our friends from down below
As they swim up to say hello

They build weapons to kill each other
They don't respect each race or colour

They try to hunt us in every way
But they cannot find our hideaway

We'll never surface because we fear
We cannot trust the humans here


by Ana Espinola Collins


Details | Quatern | |

The divine season

Short dresses, flowery heels,
Here is the time for fun on wheels
Long nights out, laughing and sipping wine
O Moon, how silver becomes your line!

Down by the sea, days are spent dancing
Swimming or loving, summer is so pleasing!
A break from work, seems like heaven is here
On the boats, even the wind caresses like a peer!

The season of love, much revered by all
With you, nothing remains, whether ice or wall
Kisses shared on the shore,
Hearts with glee, shout, encore!

Flowers given to maidens by lovers
Flowers lovely with the essence of summer flavours
Ice creams, chocolates, shopping, sun
Oh even the policeman is such fun!

Summer, the right time to find love
Among the seashells of the cove
Or by faking a wreck on a lonely island
There, even the Devil shall bear with your stand!

Placed 9th in the contest Summer
Sponsored by Debbie Guzzi


Details | Verse | |

Solar Love

Every star is someone eles's son (shield your eyes) shrug off hate from everyone familiar place been here before thousands of nights the ocean shore coasts are changing minds align hate and fear must now resign connect the dots move my child tame the shy wake the wild shred advice relayed from the miser castrate cancer obstructing the wiser transcendental the hydrogen burns furnishing life each time earth turns


Details | Verse | |

A Dance Upon the Sea

We sit at the waters edge comforting a sweet embrace.
It stills our hearts and breaths to see the dolphins play.
Synchronized arches of dance in the air and back down.
Nose first into the sea and back up again breaking surf.
Flair of beauty, impressive moves, pirouetting from the sea.
They're awe-inspiring masters of their water ballet display.


Details | Quatrain | |

EARTH, SEA, SKY



Earth, Sky and Sea comprising Nature's Trinity
Interacting with each other continuously
Water from earth and sea becomes clouds in the sky
Returning as rain, sleet and snow as time goes by

A delicate balance exists between all three
Which must be maintained to preserve the harmony
Man-made pollution on earth reaches sea and sky
Threatening human existence both far and nigh

The Trinity is embedded in you and me
And we are all embedded in the Trinity
Its matter feeds and sustains the human body
Which returns to it at the end of life's journey

All the life forms are infused with the Trinity
Whether it's creatures that frequent earth, sky or sea
For each is just a brief instant in life's journey
In it's passage through space, time and eternity




Details | Lyric | |

Dream on

 DREAM ON 
 
I dream on, from my dome to my chest
to my toes and to the tips of my palms. 
We dream on, in the land of the free,  
but where freedom comes at a cost and 
sacrifice for others the achieve their dream. 
  
I dream on, flying over an icy mountain top,  
To the sweat taste of lemon drops,  
To the cool relief of mist burning over a  
desert black top as I brain storm lessening 
to heart beat of my favorite song.
  
We dream on, from the top of 
lonely tropical island hill top  
to the sit and the smell of a breath
taking Forrest and to a falling
sun afflicting a shining sea
that is the best part of the day 
I rather spend ending enjoying with a beautiful
woman... the sit and the breeze. 
 
Poetry by Keith K. Relf


Details | Sonnet | |

Wind of Discontent

There's a westerly wind that sweeps down the shore
Riding roughshod, through the furrowed maze
Plowing the seas with a lofty oar
To justify each thrashing wave

Unwilling to pulse with calmer mood
Her temperament bodes malcontent
Unrelentingly, earnest, she herds her brood
And prods them along with grave torment

Rendering helpless, behind the spray
The sun watches with solemn round
While quivering waters define dismay
She holds long the seasonal sound

From the sphere of the dawn, into bold afternoon
She is schooled by the whims of the moon



____________________________________________________
9/15/13  For Poetess Darkly's Contest: "Sonnets of the Wind"


Details | Quatrain | |

Dancing Trees



Rocking and swaying in the breeze Tree branches are dancing with glee Such playful action of the trees So joyous, unfettered and free Leaves are all rustling and sighing With a sound like waves of the sea Like a crescendo that rising And then subsiding gradually Leaves that fell to the grass below Perform their dancing in the air The breeze tosses them to and fro Making the show a grand affair The sun is shining in the sky Bathing everything in its light I'm feeling such a glorious high Gazing at this beautiful sight


Details | I do not know? | |

two

water melon in my garden
like the sun and moon
just two… 
”...launcher ready…”
steady my hand
tending the weeds
near a row of beans
a far away land
”...it’s not a good time…”
so I wondered
and thought of when
wars are just plays
staged in the hands
of writers like me…
I’d arm the nations
with radish leaves
squash for bullets
that unload seeds
Peanuts money
on my jelly spread
I’d share the health
giving lettuce, head…
”... is it a good time now?...”
who wants a cow
chickens grown
in crowded pens
suffering blows
in.human.e hands
glitters the water
between the corn
I’d sale on ships
into rosebud shores
and i’d grow my fish
in between the stores
”...I’m god in my garden…”
and I divide the rows
soing what suits me
in tomato groves
and near my basil
I’ll build a school
teaching the mint
just how to be cool
and over hear
the potatoes anchor
on stalks of beer
”...wellcome…”
to chi…
banana central
read booms of cheer
...but they say I’m mental.
lentils 
are sooo good in soup!
my capitals
I declare are true!
I only cook 
When I brew my stew…
and no one regrets
in the garden of Sue.
”...yes piglet…”
I was Just
Making sure of you.


Details | Rhyme | |

Blank Canvas

A bright blue sky catches my eye
As the beauty of the horizon glistens
And the sun raptures my soul

The warm sand flows through my hands
As i gather shells along the shore
In each one a story told

Of life on earth a priceless birth 
Of wonderous beauty
To admire and behold


Details | Haiku | |

Tragedy Abroad

Japans painful wounds
Shakes the world and floods our eyes
Our prayers go out


Details | Verse | |

Speckled Mist

Speckled Mist
 Beautiful colors, magnificent swirls
 Large enough to consume our world
 Then as if connected to an invisible cord
 All become stiff as an old iron board
 
More beauty than could ever be caught
 Its multitude could never be bought
 The force of it all becomes unstoppable
 Within one breath it forms into a single giant molecule
 
Watching all things stiff
 Starts forming a speckled mist
 Within a dark green hiss
 It's a piranhas kiss
 Thats what that is
 
And out of the violet mane
 There hearts open souls untamed
 From speckles to freckles to lines we would miss
 Within a males pyist
 It's love not in a grist
 It just keep forming out a name
 Once again eyes wide open love without game


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | I do not know? | |

Season In Reflection

Chase not what was autumn time,
Its vibrant colors that had once adorned.
Now fades away as the winter mourns.
But to savour thoughts like a fine old wine.

Across valley deep over moors and hill,
The Norse wind on his steed doth roar.
Through nook and cranny and frame of door,
With breath of ice like steel.

Ice maid for you enchant us so,
As you lay your cloak of winter down.
Across sleepy hamlets and the bustling towns,
Vestige remnants of the year now go.

© N Windle 2009


Details | Villanelle | |

When The Sea Is Angry

When the sea is angry
 Waves, like knives, penetrate deeply
Secrets are revealed
                                                     
Stingrays uncovered, at risk
 Burrow deep
When the sea is angry 
                                                                            
Shells buried for time unknown
 Surface in brilliant majesty
Secrets are revealed

The coral braces, mortality guaranteed
 Death and destruction inevitable
When the sea is angry

Sand scattered, settles again
 History buried, rears its head
Secrets are revealed

What is exposed, covered again
 Nothing left for man
When the sea is angry

An explosion born of fury
 Brings forth, then takes away again
When the sea is angry
Secrets are revealed


Details | Haiku | |

Seasonal Change

Summertime is gone,
and Fall is settling back in;
Fading of seasons.


Details | Haiku | |

Oceans Mirror

Waves are waters wings
Soaring past the night, upright
Dissolving through time.

Rocks are waters moons,
Attracting gasps and debris,
Perpetual pose.

Shores are waters skies,
Extravagant scenes perform
As Light rays dance round.

By: Sabina Nicole
Contest: 
Written: 7-12-12





Details | Haiku | |

Falling

Fall, as the wind blows,
Crisp leaves of yellow and red
Harvest moon, reflecting.


(For Brians Images of Fall Contest)


Details | Crystalline | |

ALONG LONG ISLAND SOUND

On dry sand
seashells like ivory,
attract the eyes of young wanderer.


On barefoot,
searching amid fragments
of the ones so raveged by sandstorms.


Gently brushed
by the afternoon breeze,
he stoops down and touches them with wonder.


These pretty
seashells have spots and lines...
they are found along Long Island Sound.


Details | Haiku | |

Keeper's vivid cove

Corridor of light                                                                                                               
Fiery spring called seaward                                                                                         
From foam to glory


Details | Ballade | |

Where the river meets the sea

Where the river meets the sea.

I’m camping here in Denmark
Where the river meets the sea
I’m looking cross the river
At a bent and twisted tree
I don’t know just what type it is
But I really love its beauty
It’s a piece of nature’s art.
And mesmerizes me.

It’s branches reach out everywhere
In a gnarled and twisted way
It’s the coming of the sunrise
On this soft and gentle day
And this tree it looks so splendid
As the silence calms my mind
It’s to be here in these mornings
For this I was destined.

The tree is filled with little birds
All dressed in black and white
I don’t know what they call them
But they fill me with delight
A sight without the labels
Is a better way to see
So I just sit here gazing
At these bird’s perched in the tree.

31 May 2014 @ 0725hrs.


Details | Haiku | |

Wind Snow Seagulls

Wind howling forlorn
thundering through the tree tops
branches crashing down



Snow swirling, whirling
coating all in pristine white
like diamonds glinting



Hear the lonely shrieks          
as seagulls twist and hover
over the fishing boats


written 08/12/2013


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Quatrain | |

Falling of the Edge of the World

I travelled into my thoughts
To somewhere I've never been
The horrors that awaited me
Took me to our human extreme

I cried when I looked through
The windows of our past
And marvelled at what she gave us
I was left in total aghast

In the year two thousand and six
Seven hundred and eighty four
That graced the lands we borrow
Were shown the extinction door

The Tasmanian Devil never nasty
To the Wolves that roamed Alba's land
The Dodo so strange a bird
Were in natures future plans

Twenty eleven now awaits us
Whilst us humans continually strive
Nine hundred and five is now the total
That will never be found alive

Us humans, before we go to sleep
Their falling of the edge of the world
But hey! we'll never change
We're ignorant, and incredibly absurd









http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-13.php


Details | Blank verse | |

The Edge

The woman steps out on the balcony of her high rise apartment and among the buildings and streets and stoplights witnesses a fulcrum, an edge.
An edge, the edge, the intersection of beginnings and endings,
The moment when crops are ripe for harvest.
The edge calls to us and invites us to forsake what is known,
The edge calls us to test the limits of our understanding,
And step into an abyss of possibility,
Sinking down into relaxed awareness of beauty,
The edge awaits us.
The edge, where race no longer matters and neither does popularity,
The edge, where souls delight in the magic of music,
The edge, where souls delight in the power of seasons to change and death to beget life,
The edge is where we are neither disappointed at what we have not done or anxious that we will not continue in doing,
The edge is where we can see a life, a leaf, a soul for what it is without a biased back story of prejudiced contrivance,
The edge is where babies go when they are awakened in the womb,
The edge is the horizon where sunrises and twilight take our breath to the height of admiration,
For only God can make this atmosphere to shine just right as the sun and moon dance their dance of gratitude,
The edge is what I wish for now and always,
The woman steps out of her house in the mountains and among the stars hidden in sunshine and premature butterflies hidden in billowy leaves on trees she witnesses an edge, a fulcrum.
Where divinity and gratitude explode in the praise of creativity and the worship of life anew.
Edges, edges where comfortable platitudes have no voice and ignorant assumptions are ostracized,
Come quickly edges, come quickly edges and embrace me.


Details | Rhyme | |

Colorless Beauty

Wet branches bare and black as night,
iced with snow, so pure and white,
contrast stark burned in my sight,
a snapshot stored with cold delight.

The lack of color, so complete,
the beauty made my knees so weak,
a slight wind made the branches creak,
I held my breath, afraid to speak.

My world was black and white and gray,
but perfect, sharp and crisp that day,
an Ansel Adams on display,
the image haunts me to this day.


©Danielle White


Details | Haiku | |

Stint one

...stint of adventure
along a bar lane, near sea
here the trip began...


Details | Haiku | |

leaves and cherry blossoms

Leaves scatter softly 
like waves on the open sea
they make me happy


The cherry blossoms
falling like cotton bounty
I gaze with much joy


Details | Rhyme | |

The Guiding Gleam

Within the heart where vibrant waves
Rise and fall to ocean’s test
Many ships through reflected light
Steadily steer till they are blessed....

Ashore their stands a bright light house
like a mountain looming tall
and guides the ships if they are right
or are drifting away at all...

When lost between misleading waves
they try to steer the righteous way
 the golden glow then rescues them
as tides change with glistening spray....

When these waves rest in peace
as each ship swiftly sails the sea
with all its might, the gleam of light
haloes the heart's true destiny...


Details | Haiku | |

Rainbow

The smell of fresh rain
In a cool country Spring breeze;
Rainbow on winter.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Revenge of the fish

The sun shone brightly on a windless day
Diamonds sparkled on the sea in the bay.
A paradise holiday for me
Away from the grind of drudgery

Suddenly the water receded, the tide went out
Stranded fish lay gasping, flopping about on the beach

I strolled barefoot among the fish
Wondering which would make a tasty dish
Not caring about their feelings or fate
Thinking only which would be best on a dinner plate

A roar, a massive wave crashing
To the shore. Water smashing
Whirling, dragging me along.

Swirling past hut and tree
Tumbling with debris.
Back and forth in frothing foam
Terrified, alone.

Silver fish flashed by
With blank stares.
Not caring about my fate or fears.
Water laden lungs craved for air.

Too bruised, too limp to fight
I slipped into Death’s night.
Who could imagine Fate’s irony?
The fish in the sea will now eat me


Details | Imagism | |

Tranquility

Oh the tranquility
Birds singing out
Flittering around
Happiness can be heard
In each caw

Oh the tranquility
Sand warming my feet
Shifting underneath
Spirit can be felt
In each grain

Oh the tranquility 
Waves crashing down
Splashing all
Old life can be seen
In each bubble

Oh the tranquility
My heart beating 
In rhythm
History can be sensed
In each beat

Oh the tranquility
The scenery overwhelming
Breath taking is the view
Souls at ease
In each essence of the sea


Details | Haiku | |

shipwrecked sunset

shipwrecked and saddened
I now swim up to the shore
what a sight I see

the skyline’s lit up
colors shine bright and sparkle
memory is formed

Russell Sivey

Entrant into PD's, "Sunset ((Haiku))" contest


Details | Verse | |

My Neighbor's Tree

In the yard across the way there stands a young delightful maple tree. 
Oh in the hot summer......when the hot breeze blows, I watch it as it sway it's green whipfull 
leaves, blowing with the breeze to an ultimate degree.  
If the spring winds are harsh then it bends it's limbs limberly over toward the ground. 
When the winds are mild it just waves it's branches to me cheerfully. 
As if it's waving to say. "The weather is fair today."  
The ground around it, uprooted, uneaven and even rather bumpy and clumpy. 
The condeming of the burnt house that near it once stood, as it left its broad scars upon the 
scortched land. 
It now leans a bit away from where the house once stood, as it seemed to cry when that 
house burt that day some years ago, but it lingers growing still strong and tall today.  
It has not yet lost it's leaves, even with the strongest evil breeze this year.
It still grasps it's leaves tight to it's branches
For it is now February and still holds its many crisp brown leaves.  
Why have they not fallen off, as all the other trees?  
It is much stronger and laughs at the winter saying." You are not harsh enough for me."  
The snow rests on its branches today as the cold winds blow. It seems so odd to see a tree 
with leaves covered in snow.
But the white blanket of snow rests snuggly upon the leaves, as it does to its strong 
branches.  

This tree, it is my nearby friend when I am alone,  as I gaze over the lawn at it from my 
window.  
Yes, it even in the strongest cold breeze, sometimes waves at me..... but still now nare a 
leaf has fallen to the ground from its many limbs.   
It seems to me so strange and odd the leaves have not yet fallen.  
Even in that, as a close friend would, gives me challenge to wander,  why?


Linda Terrell
February 15, 2010

This is a fiction story but  I do have this unusual tree in my neighbors yard.  
It holds tightly to it's own dry brown crisp leaves still in the dead of winter.


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Senryu | |

I Don't Give A Hoot

<                             beneath swollen moon
                               silhouttes conjoinment dance
                               hooting escalates  







Entry For
Sensuous Senryus


Details | Couplet | |

A Warm Kiss On the Bay

I took a hike through mangroves today the salt laden air a sweet refrain A great heron swooped in to spy Then spread its impressive wings to fly A gentle breeze brushed through my hair as butterflies danced through balmy air Mild is the night, steamy the day Dawn is a warm kiss on the bay In awe, I photographed an osprey nest And stayed too long I must confess Caressed by the beauty all around The dance of land and sea life abound A delicate ecosystem, I marveled in wonder Mysteries of nature waiting to discover Mild is the night, steamy the day Dawn is a warm kiss on the bay
First place in Any 2012 Poem


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Haiku | |

Ocean of Art

Designs in the sand
gently roll into the sea
an ocean of art


Details | Acrostic | |

INHALING THE SEA

Into the foamy froth the mighty waves roll in
Nothing so great as when they crash again
Hell's fury can't equal the blue-green surge
Almost without equal the monster's purge
Life's greatest adventure is found in the sea 
Incredible journeys are carved out for me
Not for the comfortable got to want this ride
Going for broke I'm going to chase the tide

The moment is there for the confident soul
Here in this place resides excitement untold
Everyone watches but only a few take hold

See what's coming got to anticipate the wave
Energy's rush.. salt water splash that I crave
Awesome to breathe in, the sea's life to Dave

Contest: Andrea's "Inhaling The Sea" 
Date: 7-10-14


Details | I do not know? | |

When I look into your eyes

When I look into your eyes 
I can see many things go by
I see the shinning waters of the ocean blue,
I see the mountain tops in Peru,
I see the South American rainforest,
And the place where we first kissed

Your eyes open another portal
That I wish to venture through
I hope I end up being the mortal
  That gets to see what is in you


Details | Haiku | |

Spring Afternoon

Warm spring afternoon
      robin hopping in my yard - 
             worm darts in his hole!


Details | Free verse | |

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…


Details | Free verse | |

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!)


Details | Haiku | |

Salty Kisses

Golden honey sands, 
Are caressed by liquid lips: 
Romance of the sea.


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Rhyme | |

And Goliath Said

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


Details | Sonnet | |

The Garden

The thought came to her seeing how the spring
Thaw was here with green patches of onion,
And few areas of spring grasses__now green
That the garden would need tending~ attention

And send her forth (into the sun) to plant
Vegetables, herbs, tend flowers of the hour
Roses,  beauties, burgundy, soft brillant
Petals gentle between fingers, power

Scent that allures both man, woman to come
Enjoy this day in this pleasant garden
That draws butterflies, which lightly touch some
Drinks nectar, touches pollen, beholden

Spring with its beauty, warmth, outdoor pleasures
Can disregard work when one sees treasures.

Contest:Poet Destroyer
Sponsor:What's In Your Garden? Old Or New
Meter: Iambic Pentameter
Written by: Sara Kendrick


Details | Haiku | |

Feathered snow non traditional haiku

Still morning

The flapping of a gull’s wings

In feathered snow


Details | Rhyme | |

Plea to a globe in the oven

A little stream of bubbling sizzles, 
Came near my toes and through my fingers.
As I was watching the air flow, 
My heart was racing, then went slow. 
I couldn’t cope with all the stress;
This anxious, noisy, grey regress. 

The aching longing for a breeze,
Even the slight wind of a sneeze,
Would calm the skin and the forehead 
And rinse the heat with chill instead.
If jumping clouds would cure this mood,
And concrete buildings stripped to nude… 

Blow ice drops near the neck, oh Pole!
Cover this rock’s feeble shield’s hole!
Make streets gently slide and noses frost,
Take the breath of the core home at last!
Fly to the far corners of both Norths,
Bombard the middle with freezing slopes!


Details | Lyric | |

Ever South

Yellow leaves swoop by the window like
errant canaries, confused, bruised, caught
in a ghostly whirlwind they rise and fall
swirling, hurling, snapping like a flag unfurling,
trapped taut against the window
caught momentarily, autumn comes to
stir things up, to disrupt, the end of
summer so abrupt, ruffling the feathers
of the glossy blackbirds who darken the sky
in swarms and herds, crowding on power lines
they huddle together as birds of a feather,
cawing, seemingly cursing the weather,
so many on the line, a snapshot in time,
etched into my mind, sublime,
taking flight en masse to head ever south,
south, to warmer climes as I hear the deep
tones of my Gregorian chimes, thrumming
tones that rattle breastbones, I count the
autumns that have come and go and
I know, I know.


©Danielle White


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Rhyme | |

The gift of "Old Man Winter"

He unwittingly hovers
       ...blankets of subjective weather
Plastering his artic tundra
Bandaging white clouds together
Blindly...
     ...withholding ill trepedation
Refocused on our tantalization

Frosting earth's core
         .... with an icy show
Monstrously protecting grounds below~

Alerting those...
           ...napping numb spirits
With his icy mantra of sickles and cold
Old Man Winter's snowflakes unfold
Frost bitten chills triumphantly bold

A frothy iced message 
                    ...with wisdom to acquire
...conjuring those with a hidden desire
Here he laughs 
            ...taunting from within
Old Man Winter is relieved again~

As our spent energies are woken
He does not speak...
              ...but has already spoken

His gift...a dormant spectacle found
As winter coats 
                    ....our frosted ground
More time now 
                  .....with winter so cold
Kept indoors
                 ....to ponder wonders untold~


Details | Haiku | |

Flying

Flying like a bird
Over skies and oceans blue
My wing span is huge


Details | Haiku | |

Beach Wedding

Married by the sun,
On an altar of sheen sands:
Nuptial of the waves.


Details | Free verse | |

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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The Sun Is In The Sky (A Christmas poem)

What a lovely day it is
The sun is in the sky.
The wind has stopped its howling,
I feel very much alive.

I gaze out of my window
It’s peaceful and serene.
I look up at his smiling face
And say, "Where have you been?"

His smile gets wider, brighter
The clouds all disappear;
He says," I’ve just been hiding
But now I’ve reappeared.

"I’ll brighten up your garden
And the gently flowing stream;
With a myriad of colours
That will make your life a dream.


"I’ve stopped by for a moment
To bring you some good cheer,
to wish you a Merry Christmas
and a Happy, Bright New Year."


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Couplet | |

On Brighton Beach

Tents of various colours in parade across the sands
It's summer time in Brighton as the sun beams down so grand

Families too many to mention, on blanketed abound
Whilst laughter resonates from the children all around

Even nature has her say as the waves caress the shore
Just like yesterday, and so many years before

Gliding terns and seagulls grace the thermal flow
As they anticipate the pickings that present them down below

Rock pools gather attraction, a learning call for the young
Explained by thoughtful parents, of how we all began

Sails of shapes and sizes appear against the blues
Boats and ships aplenty in sailing tacking cruise

My day now nears it's end, on this wonderful Brighton Beach
So many joys surround me, I'm so thankful their in my reach


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 | Choka | |

Alluring Orb

monthly appearance linked to rising homicide increasing suicide rate but to fishermen lunar tide prompts appetite creatures drawn from hidden depths "Old Crater Face" smiles seafarers love his allure Moon Man baits their attention moonbeams cast a spell shimmering golden halo lures the food chain from below


Details | Monorhyme | |

Why Another Oil Spill

We know of this disastrous event As we now know of the spills extent All these years they had time to invent A remedy for repairable descent We allow them drilling consent To represent our resourceful contents Our geology is picked up by their scents Millions of years are turned into cents In Scotland we have oilfields called the Brent Where the same companies represent There is always the element of torment For nature there is never a lament All they are interested in is their percent One day they may be held to account and repent http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-8.php


Details | Light Poetry | |

Time in a Bottle

As the seas carry my cargo and I to different shores I wait,
Waiting for someone to release me from my burden.
Days drift by listless in the ambience of light and dark returning,
The skies change from blue to a Smokey gray overhead.
Waves crash against me, water engulfs me, but I maintain integrity.
A myriad of hulls splash by, pushing me aside.
Why, my cargo is precious and weighs lightly?
Passengers slowly cling to me, barnacles and algae hide my glow.
Woe seeps into my gleam as I lay on my side,
If only a rest on a shore or on a deck to ease my ever weakening self.
Like a mother my burden is protected until birth, 
Though with the birth goes my death, like that of my brothers.
Fear creeps in that I might break under extreme elements.
The stars change and drift as I do in a sea of black, they too must be like me
Waiting for the chance to relieve our burdens.
The sands come closer and closer, sometimes scraping against my body.
One day I will be found, hands will grasp, and carry me home.


Details | Haiku | |

Beach Day~ (haiku)

Cool quenching water
Relaxed floating I lay calm
Hear the sea echo


Details | Verse | |

Jewels Of The Tide

Crystal sands,
eager fingers digging,
bounty from the shoreline carry home.

On display,
gracing my windowsills,
dancing 'round with the sun's reflection.

Exquisite,
ridged in sea tones and hues,
every nuance bears the froth of tides.

Memories;
each one tells a story
of adventure sought,of life and love.

By Deb Wilson
for Nette Onclaud's contest "Paralellogram de Crystaline"


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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


Details | Haiku | |

RAINBOWS

Soft sunshine, light rains A full-arc livid rainbow Swaying palms, seashore. Downcast eyelids and Stolen glances, tender youth Romantic rainbows!!


Details | I do not know? | |

Tides of Delight

I hear the music of high and low tides
The cheers as the sea bursts in clapping waves
High it is, as the sea has reached its aim
Its heart for so long drawn to the coastline
Sitting pretty under moonlit skyline.

And even when the sea is at low tide
Hear its cheering continue on faintly
Like the sounds of distant drumbeats, waiting
Its surface sparkling bright in the sunlight
The shore captivated in tides of delight.

By CarolineCecile
Copyright © 06.22.10


Details | Kimo | |

A New Day

Gentle lapping of the waves on the rocks,
the sun begins to peek out.
So begins a new day.


Details | Nonet | |

Whispering waves

Waves dancing upon these sandy shores reflects their beauty in a pearl like diamonds shimmering across the blue coastline the whispering waves sings in silent peaceful and calm hymn song.
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Details | Haiku | |

Land-Ocean

                                                       tropical island --
                                                  uninhabited by man
                                                    virgin land awaits

                                                 ocean's vast expanse --
                                        crashing waves and gentle swells
                                                    contrast in motion

                                            unseen shoal wrecks ship --
                                              island becomes a haven
                                                land and sea conspire



Kim Merryman 1/21/12 for Linda-Marie's Haiku Hodge-podge trio contest


Details | Rhyme | |

Tall Grasses

Down by the water
Where the tall grasses sway
And the tide's at its lowest
We'll sit and spend the day
You'll tell me your thoughts
We'll pick shells from the sand
Or maybe we'll feed the ducks
And you'll let me hold your hand


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Autumn Filigree

The gray haze of autumnal fog drenches the leave-strewn grass. Trance-like, lain within the wet air, like babies breath, the leaves fall. A soft, damp, blanket of gold, filigree, edges the green cloak of the Mother, Her garb lays adorned with a pointed patterns of earthly stars. Warmed so, by the abundance of her children; caressed by the love of the Father, beloved, the Mother yawns.... stirring the leaves, yet again, the leaves arise.


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Drought

The screaming wind blasts the dry land,
twisting the parched sand across human roads.
A town's cracked lips taste the sun baked air,
searching for moisture to ease its barren loads.
Scorched plants wither in the sun's vicious waves,
their frail bodies dying from the intense heat.
Soon, these tender fields of man's nurtured hopes
turn yellow from drought's arrogant treat.
Dreams of water evaporate into nothingness,
as the frying of the earth sizzles on.
Humans pray for the gold of heaven's moisture,
but the time for blessed rain has gone.
As drought chokes a plant's breath of life,
sun burnt mortals quickly begin to tire.
Nature's life wains within the devil's garden,
and water flees from drought's river of fire.


Details | Haiku | |

Cry Me A River

at the mouth of cave
aqua insurgent brushstrokes
cry me a river


Details | Haiku | |

Favorite Season

.         Hot stuffy days gone.
     Can't wait for cooler breezes.
          Can leave doors open.


Details | Free verse | |

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.




Details | Haiku | |

Searching for Gold

distant clouds of gray -- smooth brush strokes illuminate effervescent waves golden sands reflect sparkling shades of jewel-kissed sky -- high tide sprays solar flares old woman stands hunched upon the drifting shoreline -- gray eyes search the sun


Details | Haiku | |

I'm Not Expecting

i’m not expecting…
fish bids summer goodbye, with 
spectacular leaps


Details | Free verse | |

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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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!


Details | Imagism | |

I'm Always Around

I'm Always Around
by BJ Welsh

I'm not near, but I'm really not so far
If you look up I'll be the brightest star
Looking down upon God's project earth
Watching and waiting for a rebirth
When you speak I will always listen
My points will seem to shine and glisten
Giving you guidance when things seem tough
Steady now it may be rough
When we meet again someday
Be it there or far away

I'm here for now and always will
Never escaping, did you feel that chill?
My spirit wind brushed by your side
Or the soft, gentle wave pushed by the sea tide
When we meet again someday
Be it there or far away

You've given me hope and reason to breath
It's not yet time for me to leave
I'm that fluttering seagull upon the sands
Maybe I'm the reason for you to dance
When we meet again someday
Be it near or far away






Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Haiku | |

Fishing Allure

wiggling ripples
lure a bass to shore~
Daddy whistles


Details | Free verse | |

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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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 | Verse | |

Living Sea

Living Sea
Taking breath
as ebb and flow of tides;
soft or crashing waves her beating pulse.
Gentle host; dancing explorers across her back;
swallowing undesired guests to her darkest depths.
Mother to exotic life unknown;
guarding her babes; she's our
living sea.


Details | Rhyme | |

Seasons come, Seasons go

The seasons create all colours
From greens to golds to browns
Spring, summer and autumn
Coverings like nature's gowns
 
When it comes to winter
Separating the strong from the weak
It's part of her natural progression
That this cold season seeks
 
Then come the spring again
All shoots appear for light
To journey on in their existence
What ever time of life
 
The summer turns them to bloom
A most joyous of sights
Pastel colours like the rainbow
All radiant with delight
 
Once again comes autumn
As the greens turn to browns
Their hold of life diminishing
As they release and flutter down
 
All around our planet
The cycles come and go
But there is no better sight
To see our Mother Nature grow



http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-5.php


Details | Haiku | |

The Ocean

Thunderous Waters
Clenching a world of life
Within a violent realm


Details | Ballad | |

DARK FOREST

The lakes edge 
Shone in silver light 
A moon , so bright, 
in a dark forest night 

The moon rose silently 
In a clear starlight sky 
The creatures of the night 
Came out in a dark forest, 
to play, in moonlight 

Such unnaturally tall trees, 
with no branches in sight 
No leaves 
Stood still 
In a dark forest 
Under moonlight 

As I drew closer 
The tall trees were all in a row 
No branches in sight 
I pulled away the tangled vines 
I could see... 
Masts, spars ropes and lines 

The ships! 
The wood in which a ship is made 
Returned to the dark forest 
Where the keel was shaped and laid 

The wooden ships that carried the Heartstone 
Across a sea, so blue 
Had returned to a forest 
That the timbers once knew 

When a ship comes to die 
It must return 
To where its timbers were born 
A ship to lie.... 
Amongst the trees 
The masts, swaying in a gentle breeze 

The whispering trees 
Took the ships 
Took the wood 
Made it their own 
As any magic could 

In a dark forest 
Graceful ships of wood 
No longer hear the sea roar 
instead of sails they once wore 
They hear birds singing 
Leaves rustle 
Masts creaking 

Ships, run aground 
In a dark forest 
Back to wood 
Back to trees 
Waiting to be found 
Leaves replaced sails 
Spars became branches 
Became something new 


Details | Haiku | |

The Harbor

                                                          The Harbor

                                                         A pelican sits
                                                 atop a pierpost dozing
                                                ships moor for the night


Details | Haiku | |

Natures Bed

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


Details | Ballad | |

SHIPWRECKED for white contest et al

SHIPWRECK  SURVIVOR

He was lost in white surprise
Of drugs and doctors quips
His mind was filled with flapping sails
Of white that guide the ships
To dance among the white capped rocks
In North white nights of June
Bring in the catch to catch the maid
Who’d be his wife so soon.

Wild hair so white it shamed the sheet
That soft caressed the grass
The grass-plagued daisies held her there
As clouds triumphant passed
In columns white the bossy clouds
Marched brisk across the sky
But none of them could match the spark
Of whiteness in her eye.

And then his shocked brain shifted
Jigged timed across his life
How many white nights had escaped?
The maid now was his wife!
Saw breasts so white that milk they gave
Seemed paltry in contrast--
To feed the babe that snuggled there--
The fruit of love surpassed.

Then shipwreck banged into his head
The white-flashed lightning zing--
He tested feet and moved his legs
Seemed he’d  survived this fling
Of nature’s whims again he’d live
 to tell the lusty tale
of how north winds had jumped from waves
to grab their ship's main sail.
Before the White Christ
Had emerged from his Semitic genes
The sailors would have cried for Thor 
To ease his hammerings.

Sailors lost were prices paid
To live in northern shores.
And, lost at sea was ever feared
By them, and wives adored.

He’d play a trick, they’d think him dead--
Would make a crafty tale!
By his hearth and in his bed
would sound a mourning wail.
His house would be a feast of black
Mad weeping would impress--
Then his imagination called her tears
He vowed each tear to bless

He smirked to think of their surprise
When he stalked through the door--

       An unsuccessful leap from bed—
                       He’d rest a little more.

And being man-- he pondered sex
And pleasures it would bring
There was no sizzling passion like                            
His lover’s offering.

Needle rudely poked-
Morphia drew him in
To dream the dreams of healing arms
       delightful prickles of his skin
       He found her far beyond his pain--Oh,  that smile that could disarm!
       In dreams , with wife, in languid bliss
         created white hot charm.
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PRE WHIT E STORIC

Winter wild of flurries
In ancient minds
Was a shelter
  From white fear

Wolves roved
  Stayed in packs
   Howled their presence
   Hating snow

Bears slept
 Hidden away
 Violence and terror
  Only a summer dream

White drifts
  Blazing blizzards
  Wrapped safety   
   Around fragile human life.


Details | Quatrain | |

A Sailor's Tale

I sail across the open sea,
Moonlight kissing my skin,
The rushing waves inviting me,
My voyage finally begins

The air is cool upon my face,
The night is dark as coal,
My sails are flowing at a fast pace,
Sounds of the ocean comfort my soul

Upon the water lays the moon's silhouette, 
A beautiful sight before my eyes,
This memory tonight, I shall never forget,
Sail the night until the sun shall arise

Crashing of waves to and fro,
Silence and solitude I embrace, 
The heart of the ocean I long to know,
Finding myself in this magical place

Wishing upon the nearest star,
Dreaming my dreams on this cool night,
The song of the ocean I hear from afar,
Sailing in darkness until day's coming light


Details | Rengay | |

Envy Of The Bermise Alps

Stalwart Alps beauty sees
Wild crocus blooms at your feet
White around your crown

Daffodils blowing in wind
Sun shines brightly once again

Glorious vibrant 
Hues, reflect the rays, much joy
Eyes take and treasure

Daffodils shout a 
Welcome to spring, trumpeting
To Narcissus' song

Cool breeze blow against the blooms
Welcome colors fragrant joy

Daffadown Dilly
Jonquil a Southern beauty
Amaryllis' gift


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Personification | |

Animism

Ask fate does the moon shift 

As the oceans drift apart 

With no moon in this sea of dark 

Visions slowly sank 

My dead eyes staring blank 

While i stay idle 

Forming an illusion of an isle 

Struggling to find consciousness growing weary 

Long thoughts in my head I hold dearly 

Chained as I am to body, soul and mind 

Barely scraching the surface with nothing to find 

There is not a line pourtraying a goal 

As I live peacefully with my soul 

My last drop of satisfied life that once ran rampant 

Drips to the sea of lost souls to be tampered  

Twisted and sore my vessel that I lore 

My soul began to soar higher then ever before


Details | Free verse | |

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  


Details | Haiku | |

Delight

Little children play,
By the seaside, by the shore,
By the sandy coast.


Details | Verse | |

REKINDLED


Driftwood you’d collected with such intent crackles and snaps by toes that spread in the summer sand like branches. Smoke lifts to the flushed moon as fire chars what was once neglected. Now, rekindled embers glow beside me.
> By Cyndi MacMillan, Oct 27,2012 For Nette Onclaud’s Views from a Vignette Contest *I have counted fire as two syllables.


Details | Free verse | |

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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O Vagabond

O Vagabond, of fate’s perforce,
On crooked wood, upon your course,
Daredevil of a sea gull ~
How long hast thou been standing there,
To bob on your distorted chair?
Are you, as I, remorseful?

It carries thee from wave to wave;
I quander, is your mount so knave,
To overturn and dunk you?
So trusting thou must have to be ~
To poise atop a churning sea;
‘Tis not a thing that I’d do.


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O MYSTERIOUS SEA...

O mysterious sea...as light
as the eyes of my faithful sweet-heart,
inspire the distant soul
of this poet in distraught...
whose poem is still unfinished;
give him the rhythm and flow
to embellish his heart-felt verse
with sentiment and thoughtfulness!

Beyond the rolling waves,
ships carry secret lovers
who deride and defy their fate 
and set their souls on fire...
without feeling a need in dire,
or admitting an awful mistake!

O mysterious sea...
take their ship away
to a shore where nobody will see,
and let their fornication be 
as crude as the awakening
of everyone who's not afraid of indulging;   
I will take no part or joy
in their pleasure so openly and willingly! 

Could I forget that she ever existed, or
ever loved me with trust and sweetness?
Wouldn't it be unforgivable and wrong...
to waste what was blessed by holiness?
In this era of unfaithfulness,
many choose to do harm to someone else...
thinking only of self-gratification,
breaking the vows of dedication!

O mysterious sea as deep as the love
of my changeless woman,
who contemplates every sunset and dawn
with the purity of a dove:
let no beautiful eyes deceive me,
and sadly erase the innocence of her memory!



Details | I do not know? | |

Gulf Oil Spill !

Man to blame,
Once again to his shame,
His record continues to destroy !
 
The beauty he did not create, nor can he save…
He will never learn how to properly behave…

Nature screams pointlessly once again ?
Fearing where next we’ll drill ?
Gulf oil spill.


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I set a sail

As I set a sail today for my very first day of any sail.
The waters of the sea are ruff the sea seems to be so tough; my one love is a waiting in 
the tough ruff sea for she is my passion that lies so far deep in the wonderful sea. 

I must travel around the world in order to see the beautiful sea that Mother Nature has 
given me a right to see… I set and thought about Mother Nature and the sea and 
wondered how Mother Nature gave me the right to see. 

Then it had come to me, which God is the one who gave me the right to see so I could 
go around the world for me to see what Mother Nature had made, for me to see.


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Winter's End

A nice and clear sky,
It’s sunny with a warm breeze;
Spring's already here.


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PALINDROME SURFING AT PALOLEM BEACH GOA

28th &29th March 2012. 

Sandy saunter through virgin sands,
The trudging pathways lead me to beach lands.
Cam a red nude peeped under a Mac,
Slight drizzle from the clouds, into the coco nut grove I move, on the hammock to lie aback.

Blue carpets waves silently lie await to gala regattas,
Satan oscillates my metallic sonatas.
Beneath the tepid and warm waters lie melodies churned,
Now on whipped and agitated waters surf frothy strains upturned.

White virgin sands lie dormant and waiting,
Bright sands looks like satin spread , love making.
Waiting and dormant lie sands virgin white,
Making love ,spread satin like, looks sand bright.

Water gliders and surfers , the sandy shores they crowd,
Skills and mind thrills by practice they are now richly endowed.
Ah Satan sees Natasha,
They are all competing Asha, Natasha, Trasha and handsome Pasha

PALINDROMES

Cam a red nude peeped under a Mac,

Satan oscillates my metallic sonatas

White virgin sands lie dormant and waiting,
Bright sands looks like satin spread , love making.

Ah Satan sees Natasha



By: Sashi .Prabhu (zeauoxian)












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Essence

The Cosmos represent the
Eternal presence of the Lord.
The Land of the Earth
Represents our bodily selves.
The Waters are religions,
Differently placed, but same in Essence.


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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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THE SPRING NORTH SEA HURRICANE

                         THE SPRING NORTH SEA HURRICANE

                          Pussy willow slyly licked her paws
                          While heartless winds
                          Battered haughty ships into the sea


Victoria Anderson-Throop
2013
Valdez, Alaska


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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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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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Drowning

A worthy sea in which to drown,
A crowd to chase me out of town,
A compromise that makes you frown,
A solution as you push me down,

The struggle as my organs roar,
The shouting as they reach the shore,
The one somehow I still adore
That pushes me below once more,

No panic at the numbing pain,
No screaming though the crowd remain,
No point my heavy lungs to strain,
No chance of coming up again.


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The Shell

The shell in the sea
glowing brightly in the waves 
reaching for the sand
tumbling over and over 
begging for a bit of peace.

8/4/14


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Beneath the Swells

In the waves,
white horses run --
And gallop right up to the beach;
To rear back at sight of sand,
Then tuck themselves beneath the swells
And trot along the ocean floor;
To race up to the shore again --
Beneath their hooves the thunder rolls,
As sea mist bellows from their nostrils,
			       In gasping breaths.


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oceans of seaweed

oceans of seaweed
adorn driftwood with green pearls...
     gifts from Neptune's queen



*Written February 21, 2012


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Flavor of Dusk

Twilight blinks with street lights illuminating as it gets dark,
it gets dark as the sun disappears and the air gets cooler,
the air gets cooler as saturated sea breeze blows through,
Through the forest and sea shores as picnickers enjoy this,
Enjoy this pleasant smell of flowers,roasted meats and fish,
Roasted meats and fish from barbecue stands of beach lovers,
Lovers move hand-in-hand enjoying the sea waves and tide,
And tide increases as the new moon appears slowly,
Slowly darkness approaches with sound from*objects of nature,
Sounds from*objects of nature buzzing through the silent night,
The silent night brings relaxation from stress and tension,
Stress and tension cured by fun and pleasures in the twilight.


*Objects of nature e.g  crickets,tadpoles,frogs,birds,horns of vehicles etc...

Olusegun Arowolo     Date:08-11-2012
Contest:"Wreath on the Flavor of Dusk" sponsored by Nette Onclaud


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A Touch Of Nature

She steps out on the balcony,
in the soothing night air,
combing her slim fingers
through her shiny, coarse hair..

Her gown sways at her ankles
with its lavender blend,
dancing to and fro
with the flow of the wind.

She extends her arms,
resting her hands upon the deck,
with her silky hair strands
draping her shoulders and neck.

She stares the waves calmly
moving inland and away,
as they’re guided by the wind
day after day.


Copyright 2007 INSIGHTS by R. A. Jones - Published by Publish America


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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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Island Ferry

8:15
The island ferry rumbles at the port
A stream of tourists scramble from the rear
As the sun goes down behind the concrete
Taxi doors glow in colours that can't be
Bought, sold or caught.


8:53
The Oil truck rumbles at the port
A stream of sweat with the change of gear
5 attempts to scramble up the drawbridge
And an empty bottle of beer
Glowing like an emerald on the wall


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Tulips

Rows and rows of tulips
Planted in rows by color
Blowing in the breeze
Like a flag of multicolor

Oh! How lovely in spring
To see the tulips with green
Hear the bird's voices sing
If thinking made it so

Off to spring I would go
Carrying little just a notebook
Where I could write, and look
At the cottony clouds

Finding shapes that I say
Outloud, thinking on shades
Of blue and how much I love you
But thinking is only a dream

Where my love I entertain
Reality sets in and then
The work of the day begins
But even then I get carried away

Come with me today
Into the land of fantasy and play


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may memories of a dolphin sighting boat ride

Those wooden meant to for all season, Blue painted motored boats beacon, Us to calm green sea waters, To sail on and that’s all that matters. The calm green waters dolphin rides, Deep inside when the tide subsides. Eight pals and two sailors sailed on On a boat with the rent haggled upon. Two and a half miles have gone, Into the waters we sail on, Squealing and giggling in delight, Adrenalin pumped up and over excite. The motor the sailor cuts off, Over and over with a bit of scoff, The dolphins they say swim and are gone By the dull sounds of the motor whirr &drone. Waves they splash frothy sprays On the bodies bathed in hot sunrays, Shrills cries of joy erupt, From us sightseers eight on a glimpse of dolphins seen abrupt. The wet bath suits and sun tans, Some with hand held beer cans, Watch the dolphins frolic in the sea Cavorting in graceful curves both she and he. The sailor maneuvers you to the place Of marine life ,pelagic birds his boat with grace, The sight of these magnificent mammals, Feeding and playing their bodies look coated with enamel. The thrill so great just to watch, These mammals is just top notch This pod of dolphins swim away, We watch through misty sea sprays. Salty breeze seep in our hair, Smiling sun shines on our burnt backs bare, The dull sounds of engine power, The enchanting sounds of rythimic waves in my ears still hover.
By Sashi Prabhu(zeauoxian)


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Nature's Trinity




the earth, sea and sky interacting endlessly nature's trinity


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Polar Bears And The Penguins

Some times they say the great and mighty do fall…
And the penguin story of greatness, should be heard by all.
Polar bears are mighty and cunning with massive brute strength.
But they messed with the penguins, a mistake, I do think.

The polar bears went after the penguins and cute little chicks.
So you’ll never guess what those cute little penguins did.
Using the most courageous penguins as a target so nice.
They lured all the polar bears, for the first time, out onto the ice.

The greedy bears moved out in force for the kill.
But the penguins pushed the ice flows into the currents windmill.
So intent on dinner and full of themselves, were they that day… 
That the polar bears didn’t notice the ice caught in the currents sway.

The polar bears were way out to sea, before noticing their plight.
And, by then, the penguins were safely at home tucked in for the night.
You might say, the current was a friend to the penguins that day.
For it eventually sent those polar bears to the North Pole far away.

Now the moral of this story is here to easily understand.
Brute strength is not the greatest thing to cherish; it is far greater to plan…
And, never turn your back on a penguin I say.
They’re the reason there’s no polar bears at the South Pole, to this day.

Tell Me A Story Contest


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Across the River Thames

The mist in Regent Gardens air
awakes a single rosebud there.
Her scent drifts past Trafalgar Square -
England’s summer has begun.

The rising sun above the Thames
shines brighter than a crown of gems;
peeks through the panes of Buckingham
until the day is done.

Saint James Park invites the dawn
as sunbeams nudge the regal lawn.
Grass blades spread their arms and yawn:
"Good Morning, Summer day!"

Big Ben chimes a fond embrace
whilst daybreak warms his noble face.
Tower Bridge can sense sweet grace -
Summer’s song is on Her way.

Chiffchaffs adorn the royal parks
as children’s voices trill like larks.
Blooming dogwoods deftly bark
in praise of Summer’s song.

Purple lilacs perfume the breeze.
Lombard's merchants aim to please.
Harrods unfurls green canopies 
to shade the heated throng.

Piccadilly Circus burns so bright.
Vibrant neons illume the night.
A merry moon beams with delight -
enthralled by Summer’s spell.

Bells of St. Paul sing me goodbye,
as o'er the River Thames I fly.
My heart begins to sigh, as I
bid my London Summer - farewell.



Inspired by:
Summer Enchantment Rhyming Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Karen Neary


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The Royal Court

The iris burst forth 
Elegant lacey splendor
Crowns of every hue

Short is their spring reign
Long necked queens of the garden
Receiving homage


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Elated Sky

Heaven cascaded
Glorious captivation
Above solemn sea


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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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Rearranging Nature

On the ocean floor

artefacts recovered for

jewellery lovers.


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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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haiku upon a new morn

with a fire so bright it turned the black sea to gold -- the sun awakens By CarolineCecile - 09.18.12


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Poetry About Poetry

Shades of color bounce within
Singing their hues dancing in place
Vivid lines colored outside
Rules broken with empty space
A midnights dream heard and seen
Gleaming from the twinkle of a eye
Wings touched flown and plucked
Gliding like a bird up in the sky
Wishes from pennies thrown into tears
The reservoir over flowing with pigments of pain
Drowning from the shadows 
The flood paints the day
Words speak volumes of silence hidden
Their sounds blind to what they see
Mirrors of nouns and verbs 
Their meaning and secrets lost at sea
Emotions ruled by laws of language
Spelled in boxes of glass
Melted from sands inside
That voices strangle to grasp


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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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Carousel Floating

Circular motion within the blue hue upward,
As bright as the wondrous crystals below,
Reflections glare, shadowing things unheard.
Only at daybreak will we understand its glow.
Until dusk shall you see power, it does hold.
Solar orb of glory, which gives life to all,
Evangelical design drives away natures cold.
Listen you may hear the sizzle of this ball.

From winter to spring, growing closer everyday,
Living creatures await the warmth it brings.
Our hearts and minds, warmed in every way.
As it devours, the frigid cold and nature sings.
Take notice that it still warms us on days of gray.
Igniting passion, delivering precious new beginnings,
Never faltering continuing its carousel of play,
Glowing solar flares proceed above floating wings.


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Religions Are Like The Oceans

Religions are but oceans and seas.
They separate us and yet connect us.
Beneath the waters there is land.
The land is the throne for all living beings.


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Wandering columella

haunt departed shell                                                                                              
hooked by time's spiral                                                                                           
crossing hot desert


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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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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.


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Whisper hello

Sweet flower tree whispers hello 
Walking past she interrupted...
 
Glorifying wings of spring on her branches
Marveling her purple paper star shower
Inhaling her peaceful unlocked power 
My spirit has lifted....
 
"Hello, I whisper back, 
"Thanks for interrupting!"






^(How a tree made me feel today)


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Meaningful Meeting

A happy person on a snowy morning, 
standing near the sea, beneath the rising sun.

A person finding happiness while watching the sea,
standing amidst morning snow, as the sun is shining.

Happiness found on a snowy morning,
near the sea, the sun above, burning brightly.


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Amazing Grace Wash Over Me

A prayer for those who are in dispair along the Gulf Coast due to the BP Deepwater Horizon 
oil rig explosion. A prayer for those who waited and their loved ones did not return, Amazing 
Grace Wash Over Thee.



Amazing grace wash over me.
My tears are a river to the sea.
Lord above, we know you know,
the oil that is washing upon our coast.
Amazing grace wash over me,
and lift my soul up to Thee.
Lord above, hear my prayer,
for those who are in dispair.
Amazing grace wash over me.
I lift my hands to God you see.
My prayer for those who were hurt,
and those who will never return to earth.
Amazing grace wash over thee,
families were left in disbelief.
Empty hands, their loved ones gone,
Lord Jesus, guide them safely Home.
Amazing grace wash over me, 
the oil is filling up the sea, 
from Louisiana to Mississippi.
Animals are dying,
and people are crying.
Amazing grace wash over me.





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EYE Don't See -Part 1-

My eyes
Pour forth feelings
That I’ve felt in the past
They make my heart ache…
Take it all away…
Oh my God…
They’re making me sink in dismay

When will they break away?
When will they give me a break?

And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you hear me weeping?
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?

Eye don’t see
A happy ending in this scene 

My eyes
Journeys into the unknown
Who knows what will happen…
They’re like hidden treasure…
They’re buried far below…

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s weeping…
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near? 

Oh my God…
They’re driving me insane
When will they see my reflection?
When will they heal the infection?

Eye don’t feel
Raindrops of hope and relief 
All I feel…is grief…
Eye sense no peace…

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s sagging…from endless mourning  
And I’m close to my demise… 
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?

Does He hear
My supplications?
Does He sense 
My fear?

My eyes
Conceals the tears that dare to spew out
I feel trapped and lost without a doubt…
They erase my delight…
They seek my hurt…
Oh my God…
They’re casting me away into the perilous sea

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s weeping…
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace throw out my fear?

Eye don’t see
A ship in sight…to save me from my demise
My lifeless body...
Drifts away in the wild ocean...
Without a sound...
Without emotion...

Eye don’t see
A rope to hold on to…
My hope for peace
Has drowned…


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Can You Picture This

blue water rushing 
down rocky cliffs - makes gorgeous 
themes for computers



Tribute To
Waterfalls


Also Entry For
Raul Moreno's 
Rhythm Of The Falls Contest
GL All


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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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Sing of Spring

Sing of Spring
    by Amy Swanson



Sun shines playfully
       tender buds reach for the sky
                        new life sings of Spring.



{inspired by Carol's "Spring Haiku" contest}  :)


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The Sunset

After breezy hours
of a beautiful day,
there comes a time
when the sun fades away.

Before vanishing away,
laying its bright glare to rest,
it stares the horizon
in silence from the west.

The seagulls dance
in its rays through the clouds,
over peaceful waves
while soaring in crowds.

Slowly dusk darkens,
casting shadows over the bay,
as the evening star
ends another day.


Copyright 2007 INSIGHTS by R. A. Jones - Book published by Publish America


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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. 


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Ocean's Chamber

My kingdom is underground,
Protected by the sea.
My castle can't be found,
But that's no guarantee.

Howls of misery and shrieks of despair,
Are carried by the deep.
A chorus of pleading prayer,
Is tricked into eternal sleep.

You fools will never learn,
My fortress is a secret,
A welcome you can't earn.
A crime you should regret.

Glancing out my window,
Your bodies often float.
You drowned in my ocean's glow,
A place that's so remote.

I keep my kingdom veiled,
Guarded from harm and anger.
In this realm, I am nailed,
Trapped in my ocean's chamber.


Details | Imagism | |

PANSY SHELLS ON PISMO BEACH


sun sets graciously on gentle horizon kissing silky damp beach goodnight shades of mauve and salmon rose as waves lap soft blue sighs skylight dusk illuminates iridescent white fragile flowers resting on sand bouquets that shower shore as countless pansy shells crown land (Inspired by our recent trip down California/ Pacific drive-- Pismo is half way between 'Frisco' and L/A-- I was overwhelmed by this sunset walk and the hundreds of white pansy shells scattered on the sand--perfect flowers engraved on them reflecting God's amazing creation) © December 2013-Kim van Breda


Details | Blank verse | |

the bay

The Bay
There was a storm in the bay furious waves 
of green sea trashing onto sandy shore and 
the pretty road, the one which follow the bay, 
has been closed for days.

Now however the rage of the sea is gone and 
the bay is calm, like the storm never happened, 
but look closer and see the sea is gray pale, 
anger doesn´t becomes it.

Haar is coming in and soon the bay is covered 
in a shawl of melancholic mist and silence, 
where anchored ships move slowly and dreamily ~
on contemporary tranquility.


Details | Rhyme | |

Lonely Leaf in the Water

I watched it fall In spiralling flight This browned yellow leaf A saddened sight For not long ago It was alive and so green In a canopy of cover Above the stream I watched it meander Around rocks and through eddy's On the stream it continued Becoming more unsteady It's protective coating Now a shadow of it's past As the water moistens It's out on it's last It came to rest Between two rocks As the water cascaded To the bottom it dropped The end of it's life But it's journey goes on For nature will use This leaf that roamed .


Details | Blank verse | |

Higher Meaning

The forest, laid out in lavender pink Harbors light within its tender confines Sea foam runs in, as water is nearby No tree has a look that is quite alike Some trees are tall, others are short and stout The water tries to make its statement here Crystal clear teal, it foams at its edges The lake holds creativity within Nothing about it looks like the forest The light from the waning sun captivates I understand the sight, mixture of life No animal could understand this sight No meaning is greater than the sun’s rays It brought me the mauve colors before me The water, that lovely water, is blue Colorful only by the sun’s bright light May I always enjoy my forest here And the water, the crystal clear water I will forever be inspired from this To write lovely words of great tenderness Saving my heart, leaving me with true joy I will always feel the pure wonderment
Russell Sivey


Details | Haiku | |

hauki x 3

lonely cloud wanders
over the expanse of sky
seeking for others

red stag on hilltop
silhouetted in sun light
roaring out his claim

black clouds whipping in
blustery winds stir the sea
towering waves crash down


Details | Haiku | |

Winter's Quilt

Winter's Icy Quilt
Intricately woven ice
Beneath : Rivers Sleep

Inspired By Raul Moreno's Contest " Icy Cascade "


Details | Ballad | |

Stranded

Sitting in the dark,
Waiting for a spark.
Alone lost on an island,
No one, no familiar hand.
Sorrow sinking in,
Watching the storm begin.
Alone far away
For far longer than a day.

Sitting on the sand,
Observing sea and land.
Alone near the ocean,
Rain the only potion.
Gazing at the moon,
Hoping night may pass soon.
Alone in a place so far,
Home feeling as distant as a star.


Details | Haiku | |

Sea Crest - Ocean-ku

Blue zest of sea spray
Gull hovers the ocean's crest 
Punctuation mark!

Suzanne Delaney



Details | Haiku | |

...our lobster killers

 
...our lobster killers
BP's oil spill destroying
ocean, tap water


Details | Haiku | |

Popsicles

Popsicles for sun
Drops on chin...excess oozes 
Slow boat to the sea


Inspiration from Raul's picture


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 | |

How Much Do You Love Me?

Way up to the sky,
From depths of oceans and seas
Up on waves to sands-

All around the world...
Can you hear it in the winds?
See it in the stars?

From the sun and moon
Back to the ends of the earth,
I love you so much.



Details | Rhyme | |

The Few And The Proud {Epiphany}

the few and the proud - epiphany

watching you encircle shaven crest
wings extended and filled with zest
top notched speed nothing but best
just you and me as your visiting guest

fields of wheat and golden grains
loaded up in cargo planes and trains
lord please don't let me go insane
for capturing essance for which I gained

escalating to new found heights
feather friend remains still in sight
I will forever pray for him to be alright
as I watch him soar in sheer delight

captures and raptures are now few
so go ahead and wisper morning coos
for I'll be saluting an long over do
to the one flying in colored hues

rose petals strewn amidst the air
where once an eagle was dared
to me I think it is just unfair
theres no other that can be compared

so my feathered friend I ask you this
I hope you didn't mind that I did not miss
your pareless flight that did exsist
above fruited grains and a mountains bliss


Tribute To The Bald Eagle

Also Entry For Matt Caliri's
THE CONTEST OF NEW TERRAINS


Details | I do not know? | |

The Vermeil Horizon

My life's lain out in vibrant shades
Amongst the shards of broken dawn
I walk alone through what remains
Of how my soul has come and gone

I have know the night, the stars
And I have seen the endless flowers
Falling like a sea of mercury

To see is to feel; to touch is to know
These tears will never let me go

For I have known the ocean's tide
And I have felt those endless nights
Fading like the sea that was in me

My heart is lain within the sky
The sunset that has yet to die


Details | Senryu | |

Watching Terns

From boat's mass thrown up
Wings fondling light and wonder
The fish shudders awe

I caught in splendour
Net my eyes in white of wings
And sea frightened thawed

So water rippled
The sea in sunshine trembling
Against departure

They turned, flashed in dive
The sun made coronet bright
On feathers waving

True there was a cry
In self praise for pain un-groaned
Just for Leda's sake.



Details | Rhyme | |

Season's Greetings!

Oh yes! I am bringing to you my sweetest “Season’s Greetings”!
We’re all for one and one for all we have our gradual meetings!
In just one single season; 
I can change my very significance, 
Into my natural underlining supernatural spiritual being,
I am inducted into a higher level of a thorough healing.

Autumn decorates Mother Earth’s leaves with painted colors of a much clever design.
Winter sheds its leaves harvesting bared naked trees perfected by one purely divine.
Spring brings many blessings by bundles pleasing my senses delicately I’m breathing.
Summer sparkles in midnight’s mystical air soothing my torturous day stained in sweat.
Balanced by my four winds in heaven into brilliant glory,
Each day you and I personally have pleasured and met!

“Season’s Greetings”!
Great Goodness!
I ‘m believing in exactly what it is I‘m seeing and feeling!

“Season’s Greetings”!
Goodness Gracious!
I’m feeling Mother Earth moving a healing inside of my own natural being!

A Sun so bright, glaring shiny throughout the endless midnight skies spreading wide out.
A Moon so light, beams flow through down into depths of seas netting webs on a mount.
Skies so high my breath loses sight in the glare of golden visions all at once I forebear.

Shallow rivers and high Mountains sounding to winds of decrees summoned by degree!
Valleys and fields rain top rocks of thunderous clouds striking down at the perfect pair. 
‘Tis Season’s Greeting adjacent to humbling breaths with heirs to a mightier new year!




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MY TREASURE BENEATH THE TIDES

The murky rolling waves subject
to the whims of the February's wind, 
far above the secluded lighthouse;
the roaming aircrafts vanish through thick clouds,
leaving behind a trail of hazardous vapors...
but the geese and seagulls can't continue their existence!  

And still the sea offers them its promise,
a distant shore untouched by man...
by his greedy ways and incompassion,
causing the extinction of many species;
my reflection is based on fact :
we can't survive without them!

The stylish wild birds engage,
as if striken by a sudden rage,
in their frantic, daily dance over the marina,
as I listen the melancholic lyrics of  " Nessun Dorma "...  
the exquisite area of Puccini,
which comes alive through the extraordinary voice of Bocelli!
   
 At four the fog thickens and shrouds the shoreline,
the brass lampposts light up with reluctance...
to shy away the presence of any ghost; 
I, in transitive joy, hide my treasure beneath the tides,
hoping someone will find it  and remember my work... 
long after my thoughts will be no longer alive! 


Details | Haiku | |

Low Tide

carpet of hot coals
ancient villagers chanting
healers pound kava


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

The Stars Die

Fifty-thousand stars died last night.
Painting a beautiful picture,
(with an absurd haunting allure)
on an abandoned sandy site.

Swept up in a sharp, vicious storm,
celestial corpses to be found,
their lives absorbed into the ground.
Genocide given an art form. 


Details | Haiku | |

Prisms on the Shore

a prism dance floor -
starlight-speckled grains of sand   
under comet sky

glistening ocean -
billowy waves dance freely
engulfing prisms

surging waves seek land -
prisms waltz on the shoreline
in the moonlit tide 

By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, January 24, 2012


Details | Rhyme | |

Course of Winter

The bright flame flickers raging red
While bitter cold is frosting glass.
In stirring silence of the dead
The falcons sleep in straw bound casts.

Morning dew freeze into glass orbs,
And tuffs of cloud blanket the sky.
Great arms of oak boast silk white robes
While golden rays of sun deny.

Deny the comfort of its arms
So ice-capped hilltops glimmer still.
Winter cannot resist its charms
So wild western winds be tranquil.

With no coral the horses race
Through wooded valleys of the hawk.
Thus beating ground without a trace
Join deer and fowl atop the rock.

One giant leap is all it takes
To cover distance far and wide.
Civil culture freedom forsakes
But still dolphins unite the tide.

While flying air and water too
The forest bends to guard its caves
Defending never found so true
A love that earth itself still craves.

The grasses sway to redirect
The voices of the lands still heard
And echo thrice by intellect
A wisdom carried by the bird.

Grand silver wings the rivers grasp
For just one sweet and selfish kiss.
And so it leaves, fare in its clasp,
The waters flow in tasteful bliss.

As evening comes the eagles wake
To soar the midnight hour with ease.
We walk the night and peace we take
But never know us grace like these.


Details | Verse | |

Aquamarine

aquamarine lustrous hues where ocean meets sky aquamarine earth's horizon, a vibrant sheen colors brushed with clouds and waves rise lost in splendor, tears in my eyes aquamarine aquamarine wrapped in sun's illumination aquamarine saturated in blues and greens dancing hues in jubilation a vision of God's creation aquamarine
* a rondelet (rhymes abaabba) By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders for The Colors Have It contest ( Russell Sivey) Third place


Details | Haiku | |

Sparkling Sea

During a sunset,
My waters look like diamonds,
Sparkling in the light.


Details | Quatrain | |

The moonlight fugitive

Short gasps of air whirl through a burning throat,
still her legs defy the exhaustion in desperation.
Behind her trail phantoms of memories afloat
upon a sea of desertion.

Beneath a canopy of constellation
she finds herself lost in time.
The forest unfolds before her like a revelation.
An apocalyptic bell sounds one chime.

It won’t be long before a mistake is irreversible.
Every turn is just another minute to live.
The last road taken proves an ironic circle. 
Sinking between the waves that created her, rests the moonlight fugitive.


Details | Quatrain | |

SEA LIFE

A dance of elegance they leap
in grace of movements sweep
moonlights skipping on the waves
upon the circuits the currents paves

A Spanish Dancer twirls her skirt
whose painted like a rainbows shirt
Your works oh Jah blanket the Sea
where creatures frolic internally

Where Leafy Dragons in Reefs foray
the clown fish in anemone play
the razor fish like knives in sand
but foolish men think it's not planned

Where fierce and tender Orca steals
the infant pups of many Seals
where coral forests the oceans floor
the groves of Kelp hide many more

Odd companions the crab and shrimp
who share a hole like common tent
on flows the cisterns of the Deep
the lair where Leviathan do sleep

There flying fish cavort on wing
wild aquatic souls live and sing
here Dolphins cartwheel in escapade
in pods their dancing a parade 

Who understands the Songs of Whales
who carry calves and smack their tails
to starfish who cling the rock of Beaches
here low tides the mussels reaches 

These lives mankind has proved a danger
to poison Seas palace he is no stranger
Here predator man competes with Sharks
in every Sea his fatal marks

The Shark only does his hunt for meal
Mankind's a predator who kill and steal
Toxic pollution down rivers flow
the dead zones that kill the life below

Life perpetuates itself by designers plan
We question it's survival , it's death by Man
Those who love the earth these traits resist
There's too much beauty divinely kissed 

COPYRIGHT © 2014 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

Flight of the Bubble Be's

Peony-pink and blue-gray bubbles float
above the soft sand and cute children’s heads
fragile, reflective, as stories once read
on the stiff breeze over seas and whale boats.

Blue-gray and transparent like plastic coats
encasing dreams and desires instead
Lilliputian compared to earth o’erspread
before the hale hurricane they did gloat.

Beautiful bubbles miniature life boats
above the soft sand and cute children’s heads
drifting, descending, on each small towhead
on stiff breeze over seas and whale boats.


Details | I do not know? | |

In Time She Wakes

In time she wakes; I, the the sun, that kisses her face. 
No lies or disguise, just the radiant reflection of African skies on the rise in her eyes.
Beauty unmistakable, incredible, unforgettable;
My eyes drink the scene until I'm full. 
Her hair, her face, that skin, where to begin? 
So smooth the soft surfaces surrounded and swirled in swirling sheets that keeps my amber bright morning light tight in her sight. 
She can't quite fight the bite to ignite with all her might. 
Yet before the day slips away she'll sway and play in Plettenberg bay. 
And from her lips drips the sips from oceans where now sleep the ships and slips of men that crashed and smashed from sirens singing and calling out their longing and wanting so haunting - the sound spilling from that same coy style of a Mona Lisa smile. 
She wants to linger on but horizons blue, orange, yellow and red hint of bed instead it must be said. 
Soon to the night she'll wed but before that rest she shares her shape in shadows on the shore. 
A dance does she once again as I gaze with the last blaze of my rays across the waves, 
until again, through the morning haze, I'll wake her just to see her eyes kiss the skies that light up from the light in my eyes. 
For she is my earth, my world, my purpose, I am her sun. 
This breathing circle, this vision, no dark nightly dream would it seem could ever forever our helix make undone.

C.L.Baker©2013


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 | Prose Poetry | |

Wayside Walk

Ocean gales and tidal shift
Pounding 
Basalt and sandstone mountains
Boulders 
Rocks tumble into pebbles
Mighty trees 
Uproot and splinter in Neptune's fury
Under my feet,  
Crumbled remains of life 
Ground to dust by the unrelenting ocean
Walking barefoot on tiny shards of glass


Details | I do not know? | |

Battle For The High Seas

Lo and Behold

 A Subterranean grip

 Alas a woman's mass appears in this Word Trip

 she cries for Ahab to head ashore "Give the creature the slip"!

Avast a wide mast unfurls across the ship 

The Captain's cries for the harpoon are drowned out by the cracked whip 

The wondrous size of the White Whale appears from the drip 

The sheer weight of the beast causing the schooner to flip 

The showdown is on 

between Captain Ahab and Moby Dick


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 | Italian Sonnet | |

the Etang

So furthermore, upon that farther shore 
Where old sounds float like flotsam on the sea 
The tuneful wind sings in a minor key
And turning tides bring in the wild sea's roar. 
Salt drying on my face as once before
The harsh taste lingers where tears used to be.
Shipwrecked remains washed up like life's debris.
I'll jettison the rest, and weep no more! 

My throat is parched from this incessant wind 
As it blows hard across the dry etang 
And rasping sand-filled air still stings my face.
Though now the wind is raw like knuckles skinned,
And soon there will be sea where swallows sang,
Flamingos will be here to take their place


Details | Free verse | |

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!


Details | Epic | |

then came the!

they drag there feet through the dust of charred land.
observing and writing all's that they found.
smoke bellowed high in an eruption of cloud.
all in it's way was incinerated down.
then came the calm compared to the storm.
the local's forgot and returned to the norm.
cutting off fruit from the tree's by the lawn.
almost forgetting what they saw in the storm.
then came the day that the world was shook still.
three crater's erupted and raced down the hill.
leaving the sea as nothing more than a stream.
krakatoa had spoken and was now to be seen.
the local's prayed to the god of the fire.
struck dumb in a trance they raced to ground higher.
ship's in the sea were smothered in ash.
the breath's of the crew choked as they gasped.
86 mile's away eruption's were heard.
survival was second,panic was first.
tropical city's were drowned in grey ash.
then in the morning cataclysmic sound's passed.
then came the water intruding the sea.
all in it's path became the deceased.
first came the heat now come's the wet.
dozen's of feet high with the force of all death's.
black and white photo's show familiar sight's.
once stood tall buildings gone over night.
then came the fiercest measure of all.
krakatoa had bounced from the earth like a ball.
light colored magma mixed with the dark.
causing directly the sea to embark.
off on it's journey to show all's who see.
that mother nature is here and al way's shall be.
then came the final eruption of all.
heard round the world like a universal call.
pushing on further the sea to the sky.
the tsunami came quicker as the tidal wave's climbed.
panic had gone as the world was to end.
no longer have family,no longer have friend.
do you think that the sea care's who's holier than thou.
no god shall ever hear the prayer's of the drowned.
only the calm of the few did survive.
the world now stood still,shocked and surprised.
who's god was it that sent down this plague.
pushing the night into all of our day's.
mother nature creates us and can take us at will.
so be kind to the lady and hope she is still.
respect her and understand she rule's us all.
don't be surprised by her power,when she stand's tall.


Details | Ballad | |

THEWhaling SHIP CAPTAIN's LOVER ballad dedicated my gmother's life

THE SHIP CAPTAIN’S LOVER   (from my grandmother's life--her betrothed lost at sea on a whaling vessel in Norway 1890)

by Victoria Anderson-Throop

The winds blow free
And the winds blow cold
There never was a man so bold
As the man I loved who went to sea
The month he was to marry  me

Times were hard
And times were tough
Winds were cold
North seas were rough

But a whaling man will fight for breath
Dare the sea , defy their death
He ordered his crew
“come follow me
Who fears to sail
Is cowardly”

“No, don’t leave me--
Please --I called”
He slapped me then
He was appalled

I had shamed him with my fear
I should have handed him his gear
And wished him well upon his way
Gone on like any other day

A woman’s place is by the shore
Nothing less and nothing more
She never begs and never cries
Unless her own beloved dies

While I waited on the shore
Fear seeped out of every pore
Days went by
And then a week
Tears were shed by brave and meek

Life was bitter, life was sour
A bell was sounded from the tower
For each beloved man
Now lost--
What a bitter
Deadly cost.

And , for me,
My life's in tatters.
Men don’t know the thing that matters--
I wish I had my man so sweet
Not my world
Thrown at my feet.

Oh darlin’ babe now in my arms
Don’t fall victim to wild charms
When the sea calls in your head
Stay at home-- die in your bed



Details | Haiku | |

Haiku-Summer Lawn

Always check for glass
Before walking through the grass
For feet should be bare


Details | I do not know? | |

Emotional Tide

The sky is clouded over with the imminent rain
The world is dissolving as the water is pain
My soul is rebuilt, but it washes away
The emotional tide blotting out the new day

How many times must I lose my soul?
How many times must I lose control?
How many times will death take its toll?
How many times must I not be whole?

Tidal wave of loneliness crashes on my shore
Sandcastles imagined once are gone forever more
Looking for the answer where the books have all been burnt
Relapse into nothingness, the one thing left that hurts

How many times must I lose my soul?
How many times must I lose control?
How many times will death take its toll?
How many times? Will I never be whole?

Silver light shines down upon the blank and moonlit beach
Ashes of my soul are almost left within my reach
Pressure of emotion crushing down upon my life
Diamonds come from burning ruin. Diamonds come from strife.

How many times have I lost my soul?
How many times did I lose control?
How many times did death take its toll?
How many times?
How many times?
How many times have I almost been whole?


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.


Details | Lyric | |

Black

Pitter-patter rain drops fall on me,
I hear a  cute little bird chirp on the tree,
The winds pass by and they ruffle my hair,
I enjoy all this seated on my chair.

Is the sky blue or angry and dark?
Will the clouds fight and cause a spark?
Are the children out with paper boats?
Monsoon is here , the weather denotes.

Lush green is grass everywhere,
Children run and raincoats they wear,
I can feel and enjoy this lovely feeling,
Treasures of nature,I feeling like stealing.

How I wish I could see,
Alas! "Blind" is the word for me,
Colourfull world it must be I guess,
But Oh! Black is the only colour with which I am blessed.


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Haiku | |

Wafting Song

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


Details | Verse | |

Sanibel

Sanibel island of brilliant shells jewels like scattered love on the shore Ancient gift bestowed by ocean waves young lovers seek treasures in the sand Honeymoon moonlit walks by the gulf love endless like seashells at low tide Daylight breaks seashells kissed by the sun glisten like stars in young lovers' eyes
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders Honorable mention in Bakers Dozen Max 13 contest (Brian Strand)


Details | Haiku | |

Charcoal Rendering

breakers crash trees sway
charcoal clouds on skies of gray…
Sun on Holiday


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Haiku | |

Summer turns Autumn

Summer turns Autumn Delightful canopying Trees of golden gowns http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-7.php


Details | Rhyme | |

The Seed who fell to Earth

I am that seed 
Carried by the wind
I drifted for long
On air that thinned
 
My destination
Not known to me
Until i fall
I'll have to wait and see
 
Wind falls 
As i twirl down
Me, the Sycamore seed
Down to the ground
 
The patch of land
That accepts my fall
With natures rains
I will stand so tall
 
As the years pass by
In my fertile patch
What do i say 
To future seeds that latch
 
Be like me, let the winds have their say
Drift like me, and maybe one day
In natures world, she'll grant you birth
The Seed who fell to Earth
 
Inspired by Raul's " Carried by the Wind "


Details | Lyric | |

Let Your Rains Fall Down

let your rains 
fall down
let your rains fall
let your tears run to the ocean
hold none of them tight within
let the earth send them far away
send them far away
far, far away
far away from here


© Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
(November 10, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)


Details | Blank verse | |

Reef of Beliefs

We have many different beliefs,
But we are different plants
Together in the very same reef.


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | ABC | |

Sun Down

A bird cascades during every Fall gambling
hopeful idle journeys knowing long migrations
navigating over peacefully quiet reddened sunsets 
towering under very windy xanadu
yawning zest..


Details | Cinquain | |

The Sun Has Come Again

The sun
Has come again
After having been shunned
By the fury of warlike clamor
Of guns.

It was
Time for cease fire
Tired of the endless 
Clashes of unyielding powers
Oppressed.

Now calmed
Wishing the coming
Of the spring season's charm
Washing off the grind in showers
Disarmed.

Breathing
The sweet fragrances
Of new found wider views
That melt the ice and see our hopes  
Renewed.

By CarolineCecile
Copyright © 03.15.10


Details | Haiku | |

Shine On

a beacon of light 
transparent through clouds clusters
reflects off stilled bay


Details | Rhyme | |

Spring, Summer At Last

The grasses are green...
and sky is so blue...
true spring can be seen...
in oh! what a view!

The beautiful flowers...
of colors enthrall...
share springtime showers..
from heavens fall..

The trees bear foliage...
the songbirds appear...
singing such knowledge...
of springtime cheer!

The bees come alive...
as flowers hold their heed...
then back to the hive...
with harvested need...

Good weather for days...
of sunshine perchance...
Unless raininess plays..
in vegetative advance...

Such flourishing nature..
lends spring fully cast...
thus nurtures such stature...
for summer at last.


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Haiku | |

Siren - A

Helpless, hapless soul laid bare and rent asunder by haunting vocals ------------------- (C) John C Michaels, 2014


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | I do not know? | |

The Sea

The sparkling waves of the ocean blue, 
Th fish and prawns and sea-shells, too, 
Together make the sea a true sea, 
Prettier than that, nothing can be.


Details | Ode | |

To a Mermaid

At the end of the day
All your tears fade away;
All the stars come to rest,
The horizon now crest.

At the sea, the tide fades
As the sum of these days
Takes its toll on the ground,
Ripped and torn, tattered down.

And I'm here, by your side,
Torn away by the tide,
Trying still not to drown,
Not to fade in the sound of the sea.

But I see you, your eyes
Are the tide of the sea.
As they ebb, so they rise.
Still, they wash into me.

I can cry now no more.
Struck yet speechless, I cease.
In your eye, the tides roar;
I have found my release.

Lost in beauty, in that sea,
Lost in time, I'm lost to me.
Your face has aspect, fearful symmetry.
I find I'm lost for words. I cease to breathe.

And as the tide now tears me down,
It matters not.
My soul has found its rest within these ceaseless tides
That once contained my empty cries.

Captivated by your lips,
My breath is water.
'Neath the whips and scorns of time,
I find my peace.
My soul, content, has found release.

Lost in my emotion,
I found what I could be.
Drowned within that ocean,
My soul's absolved to me.

So have I drowned inside the sea,
Inside your tears, inside of me.
I know now what it is to be
Free.


Details | Rhyme | |

Winter's Walk

Let us walk in winter's snow
Wander through a soundless space
Footsteps whisper a hush embrace
Beneath the veils of nature's lace
All white like down
So soft, serene
As silent prayer
Earth white and clean
With crystals new
Wrapped in fleece 
To keep it safe
With tranquil peace
We shall walk
A windless pace
Dressed in wool
With velvet grace
Tomorrow there will be no more
Our foot steps gone, 
To be erased,
And earth will wear
The peaceful face
It once had worn before



Inspired by the Masters.......Velvet Shoes*  ...Written by Elinor Wylie
Contest Sponsored by Tracy Decker


Details | Haiku | |

The Bends

Under the Elm Tree
The wind bends the ragged weeds
slowely the light fades


Details | Haiku | |

You Light Up My Life

suns candlepowers
can surley lighten up some
darken passages



Tribute To Nature
And The Power Of The Sun


Also Entry For
Raul Moreno's
Ascension Haiku Contest


Details | Haiku | |

Floating In Peace

So overwhelming,
my melancholy sinks deep
to the ocean floor.


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | I do not know? | |

Fate of Death

The ruffling of feathers,
And the snap of a beak,
The quick tempered woman,
Jumped back to her feet.
She soars over water,
Looking sharp for her prey,
With one on little movement,
She sees where it lays.
Down like a bomb,
She dives under waves,
She catches a fish,
Sends him to his grave.
She gobbles him up,
Like a wolf on a rabbit,
But his friends from the sea,
Just wouldn’t have it.
They jumped up to the sun,
And drug her to her fate,
Drown her in the water,
Where she caught her bait.
Now there is no reason to be afraid,
Of that quick tempered woman,
She is swimming with the fishes,
She got what was her fate.


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Haiku | |

Mocking Bird

Mocking Bird in rose
Checking nest of summer, thorns
Defy enemy

Thanks Brian for the challenge to do this.  I don't know if it is what you're asking to be 
written or not.  I am using Defy as a noun here.  This one has been withdrawn from the 
contest.


Details | Monoku | |

monoku- REVERSE ANGLES

mumurs of silvered petals -
                            willows whisper in the wind


Details | Haiku | |

Coastal breeze

From the east, a breeze
Sent from lands across the seas
Dancing with the trees


Details | Rhyme | |

The Boy Who Rides By The Sea

____________________________________________________________

The boy from the sea rides bareback along the shore 
     his magnificent stallion and he
In the early morn and the eve of night riding each day by the sea

Every day at dawn I rush to the shore
      just to catch a glimpse of he
In the moonbeams of night I race to the land...
      to watch them gallantly ride by the sea 

So beautiful in majesty I quietly watch them ride 
      Moving together as if they were one  like a beautiful melody
Riding together in harmony...by the sea, by the sea- his magnificent horse and he

_______________________________________________________________
                                                      


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Ballad | |

Shadow of Memory

She walks in darkness in the light,
Rememberance the only sight
That fades
As the dawn breaks over the crest
Of the waves.

She finds rest and she finds peace
Inside the shelter of the leaves.
She finds stars that never cease
Beneath the night and endless seas.

She
Looks deep into the universe
And wonders at the light,
The thousand depthless, empty words
Unspoken in the night.

The moon is in her soul.
Who cares about control?
She's seen the world inside her eyes,
But she could never realize

That deep among the stars,
So deep inside the sea,
That deep inside the years' reflection,
Nothing still will be.

And time is lost and gone
As sunlight brings the dawn.
She's felt the sea beneath her eyes
Surrender tears.
She cries.


Details | Rhyme | |

On Golden Sands

My husband I and went for a walk on a sandy shore
My one wish was to see a seal then more and more and more

Miles and miles of golden sand as far as the eye can see
Then I espy a bobbing head of a black seal swimming in the sea
Another head appears and more and more, oh I can hardly wait
I stand and count them one by one - gosh I can see eight

Walking hand in hand we share a tender kiss
Golden memories to cherish, an opportunity not to miss
Precious time together with the one you love
Enjoy every moment it’s sent from heaven above

None of us knows what is in store for us and life is all too short
Enjoy the simple things in life while you can is my parting thought

Jan Allison
13th June 2014


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Haiku | |

An Introspection


an introspection
live by the sea and feel it,
the incomplete thought


Details | Triolet | |

Secret Treasures

Discover your companion's world.
Explore trails, unearth secret treasures;
Two cultures are richer than one.
Discover your companion's world-
The lands, waters, moons and sun.
So, learn to speak in another's tongue.
Discover your companion's world.
Explore trails, unearth secret treasures.

(A fortune found before a meeting at work.)


Details | Rhyme | |

Just Imagine

Just imagine a world that is green,
the environment clean.
Clovers dance in the wind,
as a bird's song begins.

Just imagine a world that is green,
peaceful and serene.
Crickets chirping tunes,
under the big full moon.

Just imagine a world that is green,
where the eagle soars free.
Fresh air to breathe,
and a soothing sea.

Just imagine.


Details | Haiku | |

the bowl aquarium

the bowl aquarium
i can hear fish breathe with me
beneath the ocean


Details | Rhyme | |

SUCH SHOULD BE THE COLOR OF REAL DREAMS

On a serene Autumn night when the waning moon
hangs in the middle of the murky sky, 
it seems a huge yellow balloon;
stardust falls as pollen from flowers around the pound,
and it doesn't pelt as rain, but make a cascading sound...
every shadow vanishes along with the owls' cry.


Bedazzled, I hold out my anxious hands to catch that shower of light gold,
and it falls gently as transparent raindrops bouncing only once,
then settling as sand after a whirlwind lasting the briefest second;
so heavy it becomes, that I let some escape without reluctance:
spreading it on the leaves of the scented spruces that attract moonbeams...
a thought comes to me, " Such should be the color of real dreams!



Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Haiku | |

You Don't Phase Me

dogs come cats go
just like moon waxing
Don't let it phase you



Tribute To Moon Waxing LOL

Also Don't Forget To
Turn Those Clocks Back


Details | Narrative | |

The Sea Blue Eyes I

Once in a while I meet a person whose eyes tell their story
The story is like the sky reflection on the seas of glory
The eyes are all the wonder of the world
It sees the future, past, and present
The eyes give us knowledge of the world and reflection
The reflection of sadness and weakness of each creature
The wonder of each individual being has a present
To the world who has lots of false images
To arise the moment of that one glance
To follow the heart in romance
Just the reflection that gather in your eyes of blue
What a man and a woman should view
Life is such a pain without stopping to see each eyes
Its like roses you have to enjoy each passion in side
When that moment collides with mind and heart
Nothing in your soul can keep your love apart
Join in the fun look in every eyes of a person beside
With passion and romance I bet you, you would cry
The luster of all the things to come
A bounty of life long needs to be given by just the wonders of the eyes
The blue seas reflects the different depths of our feelings
And it should become revealing
Come to your senses with ravaging hormones of lust
The sea can take you and even the reflection in the eyes of the person
The beauty is not held by one it is held by everyone
Such looks with fear for no relief
Is almost a dreadful part in our human nature
Beware of what can happen when emotions are held
Held to the core of an individual
No such thing is kindness when you find yourself in the Sea Blue Eyes
Calling in your soul by just looking
With ignorance you play around with such futile emotion
Gush away the fear and do not go insane with life so dear
The grasp of the titans comes to reveal
The evil within your heart is so obscenely noticed
You want the sea and you want those eyes to look at you with wishes
The rage in the heart are waves that cannot stop 
It pushes and pushes with no regret
The heart falters and there is only one thing in your mind
The idea of one soul to be with is the ocean 
The rifts that is trying to break to end the wants of desire
Cannot be trusted in a human lier
The beauty of man is destruction 
The beauty of women are commands
The eyes of each does not matter in the sea
Because all emotion and desire is given to those who are true
Command of a person is just one thing 
The desire to destroy is another
The Sea Blue Eyes will see no bother cause it bares it all
Even the utmost desire
To be continue.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Open Window

I’m already ahead and stirring before that fiery Sunrise appears every single morning.
I'm quickly catching up to my own waiting for the breaking of this phenomenal day.
My coffee will be in my hand right when my thoughts once again start freshly forming!
Ah, I’m feeling alive inside and I think I’ll just stay right here for each second of today.

I glide through my house to stream Sunlight in by pulling every single window shade up,
I toast this day pouring my fresh hot brew straight into my scuffed up old-timers tin cup.
It’s the open window where I see my birds on my oak tree branches singing and playing, 
I just stand at the open window licking early morning honeydew from my lips and I say,
Now this is the most outstanding way to start any God given day with this superb array!

There are just so many smelly buttercups blooming out for me to pluck them up to sup!
I’m smiling whistling and getting enthusiastic about allowing myself to get carried away,
Because I hear my happy little birdies singing their hearts out to me and they’re in tune!

Let us in! Let us in! They twitter their tweets with chirps, 
Let us in and we will sing all day long just to be near you.
Laughing and giggling at my birdies I am just tickled pink,

No way Jose!
I can’t sing! 
My silly, silly little birdies, 
Y’all know my singing stinks.

My buzzing bumbling bee hummers away driving at the winds to boot,
I holler and holler for that goofy buzzer until I’m just not giving a hoot.
So I lift my tin cup up and in my air I toast to a genuine wholeness today,

By the open window I whisper to my eternally inspirational four winds of heaven, 
Forever you may live insde my breaths majestically just as my infallible Sunrays!

® Registered: Ann Rich  2005


Details | Fibonacci | |

Prepared Fish

.
The 
God
One True
God, God of
Heaven and Earth made
And prepared a great fish to eat
Swallow Jonah whole, undigested..sick..fish threw-up
Jonah on the shore bleached white stinking to high heaven, ran preached three days 
revival


Details | Rhyme | |

The Sun's Rays

The sun’s devouring rays
Reveals an astounding sensation against the marvelous universe
It caresses the earth with warm hugs and gives life to the motionless gaze
Its auras are above nature’s designating exteriors
Its swaying beauty is beyond Earth’s inhabitants, deserving my praise

It treasures the sky with joyousness and forms swarms of jeering birds
The sighs of the wind attracts clamoring herds

The sun’s appalling flames
Unshackles a zealous tune that reveals the Earth’s accord
It embraces the atmosphere with remarkable claims
Unraveling my curiosity; my ears are pleading to hear more, so I go forward!

It prizes the ocean with eagerness and forms swarms of screeching seagulls 
The strength of the waves draws in scorching souls 

The sun's unattainable rays 
Motivate life to trail on till its duty is done
Its auras seep through the whirling sky and strays
Embracing ambitious love like a father and son  


Details | Haiku | |

Blue Red - Haiku

     Blue Red – Haiku


Waves turn the day’s sea

Sun sets, burns on horizon

One blue, other red


Details | Pastoral | |

A RUSTIC VERMONT LANDSCAPE

The verdant leaves
of the cherry trees
rustle as a wagon
loaded with corn
rides deeper into the wide ruts
of a rustic road,
hungry ruminants wallow
by a limpid lake;
cheerful kids wave
and wagtails warble
at my unexpected arrival...
suddenly my Dalmatian barks. 

O jovial Autumn
incite my surprise,
and renew my decadent mood!
The grapevines rest
while giving off their fragrance,
and this weary steed
must rest in tranquility
to continue this journey...
before he pants-up grief;
and for mine and his sake,
let him get some sleep! 

A sanguine sky
promises the loveliest sunset
ever seen by me
in this rustic Vermont landscape;
thrushes sing with me
to embellish my harmony,
not minding the crickets that
conspire in the hickories,
or the fluttering hawks
that return to their nests.. 
  

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Blank verse | |

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 | Verse | |

I Hear The Great Call

________________________________

Rapture calleth me near
for I have been spared
along the ocean blue
my longing soul, hushed
as the going tide
retreat in silence

Impede thy soul
o wind of blue grace
and tide pools left to dream
may this fear dwindle in beauty
with white sand glisten
and twilight falling near

O great spirit, who dwelleth divine
a song of euphony triumphant you sing... 
_________________________________




Details | Concrete | |

Blue Spruce

.    
                                                                * 
                                                          Christmas 
                                                             Trees
Their silvery-blue scented needles fragrance and permeate freshness.  Billions of years
preceding The Christ, trees naturalized.  Six      to eight centuries of living.  Oh, Spruce with 
perfect shape.  Why, now, does man steal            life in your prime?  Little trees die.  
Do you ever grow to live life to fullness?                  Man must look around and think!
before cutting young blue spruce down.                       If tree life abounds, all life thrives. 
God made tree genes before Adam                                formed from the dust?  Replenish!  
Man must understand to survive!                                       The Colorado Rockies and 
the Utah  timberlands displayed                                           splendid sights.  BEFORE
thousands, of strong trees were                                              chopped to the ground.  
Each year, across God's lands                                                   around the world
mankind celebrates Jesus                                                           Christ's birth.  Spruce 
trees face a familiar plight.                                                           Guiltless, they are 
crucified, chopped down.                                                                 have perfect lives 
stripped from the earth.                                                                     Two feet.  Four feet. 
Six feet.  And more.                                                                            Cut down in their  
prime.  Meanwhile                                                                                man  makes a few 
dimes.  I guess                                                                                      folks just don't 
realize, as trees                                                                                       stand decorated  
on their floors,                                                                                            Potential dies.
No chance to grow twenty-five feet wide, thriving on God's rich land.  No Chance to be a 
hundred and fifteen feet of blue tinted magnificence with a pretty pointed top reaching up to 
                                                                God


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Rhyme | |

The Ocean And The Wind

The roar of the ocean soothes my soul
With each wave my heart jumps for joy
Though very active
The water brings me peace and serenity
I love to sit back and soak in the conversation
Between the ocean and the wind
Theres a battle
But then they come to common ground
This is the time when I don't hear a sound
Its so calm relaxing and serene
Oh no I spoke to soon as the uproar began
First its with the ocean and now the wind


Details | I do not know? | |

Drifts of Blossoms

Daring drifts of blossoms dance along the water's edge 
And count their blessings for Heaven's sake 
And drown out a lover's pledge 
And the other sounds that two lovers make 


Nature's ways harmonize, climb and chime 
The wind whispers and moves on its way 
Souls search and get lost in time 
And find forever and somewhere to stay 


Cherries burst and dreams explode 
Deep breaths and a sudden sigh 
Dangerous curves down a slippery wet road 
Twists and turns against a dead end sky 


Trees bend into a gripping gust 
A grey ghost rides and hides the light 
Rain falls into dripping lust 
As daydreams dip and dive into night


Details | I do not know? | |

beauty that kills

i see an ocean wave crashing with no mercy
destroying everything in its path
i see an ocean wave killing other people
swallowing their houses and their life
all of what they worked for 
is now gone,
nobody can save what under the water now
this one wave took everything
killed all of their dreams and hopes
but still it did it so gracefully
that it made me hope
it made me think of flowers
in an open field
flowers so colorful
that even when their asleep
they take your breath away
from the beauty they unleash
a beauty so disastrous
that it kills everything in their path?!!
wow, this beauty's like a curse on earth
it serves as well
but at the same time it kills are hearts
the hearts of people filled with dreams
well, none of that matters now
because their dead and so is their dream
some may have thought of college
after a four year high school degree
they all had hopes just like you and i
well now they dont even have a home 
to look out of the window on a long dreadful night
but those who made it out alive 
they can still dream 
in fact they can make it happen
build a knew hope far away from the water far away from the light
they may even escape the cold dreadful nights
but its useless because even in the desert will they live
a hurricane will start the grief again
so you keep building, keep achieving
going nowhere with your life 
just remember you can never run enough
to hide from the wrath of God



Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

One Drop

I am but one drop of water
Soaking in the knowledge of the sea
Swelling amid things great and small
Through the vastness of eternity


Details | Ballad | |

I AWAKEN WITH THE NEW SUNRISE

As the dreary night slowly vanishes,
taking along the weary stars,
but the wakeful moon decides to stay...
I awaken with the new sunrise
admiring the glimmering sea
with colors resembling diamonds!

I breathlessly wonder
why God has created it
with a painter's hand,
and giving us that joy...
a devine joy as a reminder: 
that all He has made is entirely His;
and in the same manner
we care for our bodies 
with much preoccupation,
we must take care of all creation,
so that our children 
can enjoy it indefinitely!

Among fields of jacandra and dandelions swaying,
I awaken with the new sunrise in sheer delight...
to face life as it was when nobody was there;
and we can imagine the thought running
through God's mind to put a human being there:
to watch and control the beautiful earth!

I awaken with the new sunrise,
to discover a small bird soaring...
going further and further up until
he has picked up the speed of an eagle;
I awaken with the new sunrise...rejoicing, 
opening up my spirit to a song of praise!

If I'm still living, I owe it to my Lord,
and there aren't days I don't proclaim His  word...
when I awaken with the new sunrise,
and I gladly watch the golden sun radiantly rise!


Details | Lanterne | |

Sweet Songs of Thanks

Birds
joyous
songs of praise
thank God for new
life.




Inspired by Brian Strands
As In Moments contest


Details | Cinquain | |

GONE TO THE DOGS

Whither
my rose of June ?
What ! July hips so soon,
ripe,stripped bare ..a finches menu
lunch fare.


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Couplet | |

You'll Get A Rise Out Of This

The rise of Atlantis
For this I don't want you to miss

Coming of the new world
With Justice dressed as it's girl

An apple from God's slate
Filling the hunger for ones plate

Safe harbor to now call home
Empowered by minds that love to roam





Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Rendezvous



Lovers rendezvous at ocean’s break,    
 
 Feet  upon the sandy brown mat    
 
 Whereupon decorates the sill    
 
 of water’s  foamy welcome;    
 
 Towels stretched out on earth’s warm bed,    
 
 Hands  held tight, intertwined, while days of love   
 
 Multiplied by years of knowing  hearts,    
 
 and wind gently kisses damp bodies;   
 
 wet lips leave trails  the length of   
 
 written names in the sand,    
 
 Love devouring souls    
 
 with morning’s new light;    
 
 Buried treasures reside   
 
 for the lovers  find, while    
 
 Emerged bodies play    
 
 in ocean’s temperate water;    
 
 Sand pushed between two sets of ten toes,    
 
 Surf breaking upon their  love,   
 
 Surging within their innermost depths of lust,  
 
 Mounting  heartbeats occur on ocean’s ride;    
 
 Later, begin again, on the sand,    
 
 where their rendezvous began.


Details | I do not know? | |

Parading blue

Tides, they arise overshore
along with fears, they reverse overboard
her cloaks, they float in their eternal blue
with her flawless gulf carried out through.

Those emerald hairs, they dance along
as her salty breath , they slap across
 chords escaping through their entangled twines
that symphony, they engulf my senses.

Those ships, they riding on her back
never was sure about  destinations
my eyes, traveling  far beyond
with that longing heart, as deep as her.


Details | Haiku | |

The Kuramo Beach

Slovenly it looks
like it was never cared for;
the kuramo beach


Details | Rhyme | |

The seashore

As I sat by the seashore,
Oh, how I wished for more,
I stepped into the water,
I saw a sea otter,
All by the seashore,
I smiled with delight,
And disappeared into the night,
I was swimming with fury,
Soon my whereabouts became blurry,
Never again was I found,
Never again on the ground,
For death became more,
All by the seashore




This is a poem I wrote way back when i was 12, I'm surprised by how good I was back then- so I decided to post it :) enjoy


Details | Haiku | |

Bottle Nosed Dolphins

Bottle Nosed Dolphins
So powerful, yet graceful
Lifeguards of the sea  


Details | Narrative | |

Sonnetina Sequence-THE RIPE ORCHARDS

September has come
and the ripe orchards
abundantly display their delicious fruits:
peaches of delicate rose,
and cherries of deep red!
Teens, with their empty baskets, 
anxiously run to pull them 
off the drooping branches;
and one of them yells,
" I have gotten the first one! " 



What a gleeful celebration for youngsters 
about to return to loved-and-hated school
with their band-new and heavy backpacks;
and they will write about these harvest's moments,
and wait with exciting eyes how their writings
will be scored by their teacher, and if someone 
should cheat, points will be taken away...so kids,
squash your curiosity and kindly behave!
All of them did their best in writing poems without rhyme,   
poems of a harvest with an aroma so fine!



The hot afternoon reddens the faces
of all the experienced fruit-pickers,
and these struggling young ones
can't speed up to their pace!
" Hurry, Jack...let Susan help
you with your over-loaded basket...
everyone has finished picking and gone! "
What a humorous remark that
even makes the sullen and tired sun 
smile...when his duty is coming to a sudden end!
 


Happily they trot out of the orchards, singing nursery' rhymes,
sustaining the heaviest load they have ever felt ,
not to let their baskets drop and give the watchful squirrels 
a chance to snatch some of the tempting fruits away!
And as they look up, dusk makes its appearance to scare them away!
And as if they were chased by unleashed dogs,
some fall, some run for their lives...an useless drama started by fancy!
Much fun they had, but unhappy about the bruises on their knees,
at least, they had one consolation: all the peaches and cherries they could eat!
And they laughed at each other, no one could ever forget about their fright!


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Rhyme | |

To My Mother the Sea.

To sea! To sea!–My Ship to sea! 
From far distance candle lit towers of Spain
to mirage gifted, lifted, isles of peace.
All her treasures, secrets, ghost remain--
as her power and magnificence increase.
Hurricanes sling about her belt, 
ice draped about her poles. 
Every extreme of time, 
space, sight, sound, and depth; 
even more remains unknown.
No flower blooms, its breath un-blown 
to fill a salty misty air--
no Hummingbird backs, bends or bows
she calls to hearts, hearts to hear, 
this sea, this sea forever there.
I pray my soul so feels to care.
When death strikes and quits my hand
give to her my soul to keep, 
plant me not on hard dry land
for in her spirit I can sleep.
If God is father, this sea shall be--
My mother! My mother!
My Ship to sea! 


Details | Free verse | |

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 


Details | Tanka | |

The Seasons Delight

Summer days bring love.
Bound together, two as one.
Fragrant dreams flowers.

Oh, shimmering sun.
Shining.  Burning.  Bringing fun.
Hot sands greet bare feet.
Ocean waters ebb and flow.
Salty air tickles taste buds.

Cooling breezes pierce the night.
Arm and arm two souls take flight.
Like poetry, lives are merged.
The seasons delight.

© May 22, 2011		
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest
"FUN & FROLIC" (3 FORMS) 	
Sponsored by: Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S.


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Haiku | |

Large ocean wave's crash

Large ocean wave’s crash
Palm trees sway oh so slightly
Sand dollars on sand


Details | Haiku | |

Winter Snow

The calming effect
of immaculate colors
warms my frigid heart.


Details | Haiku | |

Ocean Dance

The pounding ocean
whispering you into sleep
the tide and moon dance


Details | Quatrain | |

THE DREARINESS OF THIS FRIGID SEASON

Goodbye Fall with all the auburn leaves of the reddest sunset,
goodbye crackling path where I met the last songbirds,
whose melody accompained me to winter's doors;
and with deep sadness I kept on looking back.


Welcome gloomy winter with short afternoons and long evenings;
watching the advancing shadows and loudly hearing
the furious sound of the squall rampaging the stately trees,
and making them weep when the icy rain comes down with lightining. 


Sitting in a rattling, rocking chair, I peruse through pages of sunny places afar,
forgetting the dreariness of this frigid season and be consoled by a warm fire;  
and still nostalgia abounds...thinking of the pleasant strolls of a past season,
which thrilled me with its colors, and through delight I justified my reason. 


O winter, don't linger as you always have...shorten your stay, avoid foul play; 
and could I ever stand a pale sun, hardly giving off with its luminiscence,
in this house hidden among the maples and the pines of a squalid valley?
Old winter, don't mislead me with days without snow...that's utter pretense!


Goodbye explorer fedora hat keeping my dreamer's head cool, 
sparing my skin another ugly wrinkle, allowing late beauty to rule;   
goodbye iced coffee sipped from my Big Apple plastic cup,
which I bought along Fifth Avenue in a crowded, variety shop. 


Ummerciful winter, pity the desperate state I am in,
reduce the wrath of your devastation, step inside and to tell me your amazing tales...
hoping that I will write them down for everyone to read and enjoy for immortal ages;
relentless winter, reduce the dreariness of this frigid season.


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Epic | |

THE INNER VOICE OF MARK BIRROS: Excerpt from epic poem.

 

With that invisibilty of age
I can fly my life like a kite !
Uninvited and unseen,
albescent, grey, you know what I mean,
( not the first flush of youth or strong,
the young forget that we were young, )
hold on to that, the string of that
to grip the meaning of it
as I grip the iron balustrade
along the miles of esplanade ;
think the century's wise men are ignored,
each lamp a light, a sage for each lamp.... ...

Drawn to the Sailor's Arms, her kegs
the weight of years upon the legs,
for whispers round an inglenook
where galaxies are in the glass,
to swap a tale, another round,
a golden fleece, a crumpled map !
Or waft around for words, like smoke
along the butt - ends from the tar,
or vanish down into the draught
if Alan Watts is at the bar.... ...

Below, where gulls quarrel in kelp
no harbour there need shelter me,
no life - boat slip to cries for help
need bring my spirit to the lee -
I hear the past with all its murders,
the wind wail through the rusting girders
yet still am I, free to fly with you
who lean against the railings, too !... ...

The world may seem to come in bits -
let nonduality begin ?
Come celebrate your opposites
for all depends on loss to win !
Tribal culture in your face -
to win is everywhere you turn,
if God is losing all the time
then will we ever, ever learn ?... ...

'You'll win' he said, 'its in the bag',
out on the point
what can the mindless wind do
but wave the flag?
Missing the point forever
signalling our nascent spirit.

And the voice said
'raise your head when the night is cloudless 
and tell me who you are subject to, 
remember the truth of your own story
as your eyes take in the glory'.... ...

Full to be empty, empty to be full -
do you hear the paradox, do you feel the pull ?
I do not mean to be patronising,
have I asked you too soon ?
Do you see what I mean when you gaze at the moon,
when the full moon, lifeless is full of light ?... ...

I sit upon the lobster pots
that decorate the harbour wall,
if you come a little closer
you can see me in the hall,
if you do not hold the key-
Mrs keepings locks the door,
I'll be looking out to sea 
after eight but not before.... ... ...


Details | Light Poetry | |

Ocean Dreams

    Milky pale beams reflect
Phosphorescent  blue greens
Of tidal ocean dreams


Details | I do not know? | |

i returned to the sea

I can smell the wind in my face 
Salt air in my mouth-my skin
I become the other world I am in;
Walking against the breeze as it 
grows
But  nobody knows or gives two 
crows..
That's OK self conceit is in faded 
retreat.
Birds dive, their calls reaching my 
ears
An orange sphere eclipses all that is 
near
Blindingly bright~ on the edge of 
night
I walk west~sun setting as if in jest
I  smell lush salty wind invade my 
chest
I chase the reality to bask in 
finality...
I look at this beautiful place
A saving grace~what a beautiful 
face~
How I  distaste what's left of the 
race,
Leaving in its trace a waste..an 
infertile 
place. 
I feel salty air tickle  my  nose~
Feel the sand slip through my toes~
Walking against the ocean breeze
One last pose before god only 
knows;
I go to my knees, look out at the 
seas
Birds dives and weave, sit upon the 
trees.
I sit awhile and contemplate as I 
smile
At oceans edge I take in all that I 
hear
The orange sphere eclipsing all that 
is 
near
 I walk due west, sun setting as if in 
jest
Feet and mind  never stopping to 
think or 
rest
Quiet determination defeating loud 
lethargy
I slip into liquid effigy

Oops too late, I am not here to see
Dark vertigo becomes the wet indigo of me
The 
deep blue
sea.


Details | Rhyme | |

Big Island Rush

Broken over the shallows
turned into sulfur
This tide-less abandon
to bright limpet snails-

That's where you'll find me
in particle madness
in crystalline pools
uncontrollably pale

Flooding the pockets
in rocks of the ancients
Silting the salt
and amassing the waves

Somewhere there broken
out over the shallows
a thousand odd shells
in a thousand odd graves

You'll find me there parting
my breath into hollows
lapping up sea storms,
sunburned of tongue

Eyelashes, algae
heart pumping tidal
Microscope vision
honed in on the sun-


(Inspired by a wide angle photograph of the sea, at low tide, baring it's rocks in yellow.  It literally takes my breath 
with the scope of it's secrets in suddenly deep green pools in the distance...)


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MODERNITY

...At the Shore, zoneyed
hyperspantechnic aerobes
seek treasurefiner-

metal detectives,
hopefilled, as high-tech fishmen
at Igloos of beer

ponder the dearth?, Nay!
of paille tressed, bespectacled
easy-easelers

at hungry palettes
and the sketchmasters who're
ignobly absent!

                                         .


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Natures Return

proud hurricane makes it's premier 
lashing, tormenting the STRATOSPHERE 

swirling in an ominous degree
black clouds above siphon the SEA 

devastated earth takes toil
awaiting re-birth, nurtured SOIL


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A HAUNTED FISHER

                                       A HAUNTED FISHER

	A hawk - sighted and decided young fisher;
          Traps skillfully, fishes for his wisher;
	Waving and sliding water - hills over;
	With howls of 'hurray', grows ever.

		Now a wisher, decrees vessels;
		And fishes millions of dreams and pearls;
		Blunts swords of sun and might of whirls;
		The spheres of storms and lightening, hurls.
		
			A god of holdings turns all to gold;
			Life to moving circular fold;
			Time to scarce diamonds mould;
			And occasions to sudden perches for hold.

                    	Possess a paradise with Hedden;
		Breaks brutally into the forbidden;
		Inflows and outflows hidden;		
		Landslides and gullies end Aden. 

			Fast after flying dreams, unheard, till; 
			Fast typhoon tosses, waves, spill; 
			Quacks and wrecks whiflashing castle, fill;
			Wakes of the storms died and waters calm still.

		Now where is the floating tower? 
		Flying dreams and manifold power;
		Where is the longed Hedden and Aden’s lover?
		Isn't the ocean calm blue and tempting ever???   
 
																   											
													JOSE PUDUSSERY
																


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Mountains Peak

   Mountains Peak


I step up to the peak,
Looking to see what I seek.
The breeze brushes against my face
And bring my gaze to the mountains base.


My eyes stay transfixed there, this is a sight that deserves a stare.
Below are tropical nutmeg trees, next to the wavy blue seas.
The rich turquoise ocean laps against the sand, as smooth as a lotion.
This view is so magnificent, something no one can resent.


The eagles above screech so high, as the sun sets and I let out a big Sigh!!
Pink streaks of sunset dominate my sight
and a few minutes later the world falls into night.


I take a seat on the scene, examining the stars row by row,
I slowly fall asleep dreaming of what was happening....


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Shipwreck

siren's saddest song
a hypnotic lullaby
gulls wade the tide pools


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A JOYFUL WAIT

Spring is the season
when Nature is renascent,
replenishing hope...

Copyright 2010 by Andrew Crisci


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A Mariner

A mariner leaves for months at a time
With a wind in his sails and a goal in mind

He doesn’t know what lies ahead
And he eats lots of fruit with dry wheat bread

The adventure calls and ignites his soul
But Mother Nature bawls and takes her toll

Hurricanes and wind tear at his nerves
After he makes it he finally learns
The lesson taught by life itself
Your stories not finished till it’s on the shelf


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AUTUMN - ANCIENT CYCLES

The season slowly descends
as Autumn begins
greenery gives way
to reds, yellows and gray
ancient cycles repeat
as summer retreats
The squirrels furtively work
gathering their food
and it all just enhances
the forlorn, autumn mood
the warm air gives way
to cool, breezy days
crisp, clear, starry nights
are lovers' delights
angst, passion, desire
they ignite the heart's fire
and the season's transition
stirs spiritual ambition
the trees' colors they show
on the eyes with a glow
in the oblique twilight
ever earlier comes the night
can you hear the cries
of the geese cyclical flight?
it presents quite a sight
 in the late afternoon light
then the moon starts to rise
bright, orange, oversized
what a sight for the eyes
winter is awaiting
just 'round the bend
Ancient cycles repeat
again and again


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Do The Rumba

down by the sea shore -
silhouette conjoinment dance -
under cloud's cluster


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Send Me to Sleep

In the Ocean
No distractions, 
Close your eyes
Waves soothing actions

You lay out
Let toes sleep now
Warm sun above
Give mind satisfaction

Can you relax now?
Oh, I hope you say “yeeeeah”
This pleases me....



Words would be in sync with Nina Simone's song “Do I Move You”....I find the music very relaxing. Hopefully you do too!


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Colorful Coral

I am bright colors,
And I live underwater,
I'm also a home.


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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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Natures Winter

Natures winter is upon us
Its her turn to bloom
With greys and whites
With impending consume

The decay of Autumn
Already lies on the ground
Rain, frost and snow
Will carpet our surround

For months she will grace us
In delight and despair
Scenery so amazing
Will leave us in stare

Floods and drifts
Will impede our way
The frosts hampering growth
In our business way

But this is all very natural
As she finds ways to compensate
Although her winter is genius
She will recreate



My entry into Laura's " Winter's Adornment " contest




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/poetry-soup-4.php


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PEACEFUL TIMES BY THIS CALM RIVER

Huddled among massive rocks,
at the bottom of a barren cliff,
breathing in the strongest aroma of jasmines,
watching hordes of seagulls hover over an abandoned ship;
pensively and attentively spending peaceful times by calm river,
geese see me and slowly approach me to share some of this enthralling wander!



The flow of the river is constantly intriguing,
sometimes slow, other times rushing in the manner of a surge,
making the passing barges resemble timber floating
to their unknown destination, unless the currents change
and they will be crashing on the sandy blanks to dry out and decay;
the same fate awaits the fowls when their bodies become old and die!



Rare beauty I ravishingly behold while my attention is not swayed,
the thickness of the trees won't let the eyes penetrate their wilderness beyond,
only the restless ravens know their habitat and venture themselves in those woods;
I am groped by their mystery, but I dare not enter into the untamed animal' world,
as the woodpeckers continue making their noises to scare away any possible predators...
while moans of creatures are heard: are they attacked by wild dogs, or ferocious wolves?  
 

  
The glow of the descending sun diminishes and a chill pervades my body,
my Windbreaker is the perfect attire to wear, and not make me feel the breeze's coolness;
the darker colors appearing above give indication of the arrival of a spectacular sunset,
those hues change brightness, and somehow seem to vanish as clouds impose their treat...
a storm wind coming, or is nature imitating our human nature to take control of destiny,
to spoil my peaceful times by this calm river...shouldn't I be angered by their hostility?  
 
 
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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Boy Is It Cloudy

a cotpit viewing
altitude eight hundred feet
cloud coverage below





Tribute To Flying High LOL


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Brown Turkey Fig Bush

Brown turkey fig bush
Large leaves turkey foot shape
Yield delicious fruit


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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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Salmon

Frothing, frigid fjords
Fling forth fine stippled
Salmon, streaking upstream.
Roe-rich fish, flashing
Fat and fulgent:
Spurred to spawn, to spurt
Then sputter -- spasmodic.
Spectral. Unspared.


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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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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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Everglades- a sentu

everglades 
the slicing sawgrass sways
paradise to the "gladesmen"
the caterwaul of a panther
swamplands
 


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Bikini

Bikini
From afar looked nude;
Her incarnate bikini,
The ocean’s beach rose.


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A BLUISH SHINE

Waterfall gushing
on moss-covered rocks, breaking
up a bluish shine;
tree dangling from wet boulder
crushes the ginger,
to deplete it of its light...
Waterfall playing
a scherzo, ever grant me
this sweet symphony...
 


Entered in Raul Moreno's contest, "Rhythm of the falls" 

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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I WAS BORN IN THE OCEAN WILD AND FREE!!!!

Written by Ann Wilson on

October 31 st  2006

I WAS BORN IN THE OCEAN WILD AND FREE LEAVE ME ALONE AND` LET ME 
BE ME.THE OCEAN IS WHERE MAMALS WERE  MEANT TO STAY AND MEANT 
TO BE. THE OCEAN IS WHERE I WAS MEANT TO BE. FREE TO BE ME.AS THE 
WATERS I SWIM EACH AND EVERY DAY.I WAS NOT MEANT TO BE PUT ON 
DISPLAY TOO LOOK AT AND DO TRICKS FOR THE CROWD THE OCEAN IS 
WHERE I WANT TO PLAY.YOU ARE ALL FOOLS TO THINK THIS IS TRUE WHY 
MUST YOU BE VERY  CRUEL.THE OCEAN IS WHERE I AM THE HAPPIEST YOU 
SEE. YOU MAY NOT SEE IT MY WAY AND YOU MIGHT DISAGREE.THE OCEAN 
WITH THE SALT WATERS IS MEANT FOR ALL OF THE DOLPHINS AND ME IT 
NEEEDS `TO BE MY WAY AND THATS OK.I DON'T WANT TO DO TRICKS YOU 
NEED TO SEE IT MY WAY. SAVE ME TODAY LET ME BE BACK IN THE OCEAN. 
THE FACTS ARE CLEAR I CAN LIVE A  LONGER LIVE HERE.CAN YOU HAVE A 
HEART SO  LISTEN TO ME YOU KNOW WHERE I WAS MEAN TO BE. OR IS 
YOUR HEART SO COLD AND MEAN. I AM DEEPLY SAD PLEASE GIVE ME A 
CHANCE. I KNOW I AM NOT WRONG I KNOW WHERE I BELONG. WITH THE 
WAVES I GO SPLASHING JUMPING UP AND DIVING SO HIGH. LADIES AND 
GENTLEMEN BOYS AND GIRLS I WANT TO BE HAPPY AGAIN. LET ME GO 
HOME IS WHERE I BELONG IN THE CLEAR WATERS YOU KNOW THATS 
TRUE. I AM GLAD YOU HAVE LISTEN TO WHAT I HAD TO SAY.NO I AM HAPPY 
NOT SAD AND BLUE I AM .HAPPY NOW TODAY .GOODBYE TO ALL. I THANK 
YOU SO FOR LETTING ME BE FREE BEING BORN IN THE OCEAN AND 
REMAINING THERE MEANS ALOT TO ME. SPLISH SPLASH I AM MAKING MY 
DASH NOW I AM AS HAPPY AS CAN BE. THANK YOU ALL FOR LISTENING TO 
THIS MAMMAL THAT I AM. DEEP DOWN WE ALL KNOW ITS TRUE I WAS BORN 
IN THE OCEAN WILD AND FREE




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Floating in the Ocean

Weightless I happily lie
My face brushed by salty air's sigh
My vision filled with beautiful blue-white
Sacred, ancient, streaming light

Floating gently in pure, perfect peace
Feeling As if the feeling will never cease
My skin caressed by cool damp spray
Spiriting my worries and cares away

Listening to the melody of shifting swell
Enraptured by the blue sea's magical spell
The muted sound of nature's refrain
Filling my ears with musical champagne


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GLOW, SLOW RISING MOON

Glow, slow rising moon
over the dark sea of night;
have all dreams returned:
to fill a devoted heart  
with another song of hope?


Glow, slow rising moon
as a ghost fearing daylight;
funny how you changed
your white color into blue:
to hide scintillating stars?


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There's No Place Like Home

the great sand bubbler
watches incoming ribbed tide
from burrows back home


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' The Poets' Day, At The Beach ... '

The  Men, Rolled In … Like Ocean Waves
The Women, Splashed and Sprayed and Splayed
And Laughed and Cried In Salty, Foam-Crests
In Liquid-Blue, Up To Our Breasts …
On Bright, Shine Afternoons …
Or In Fog, Floating In From Coasts, Subdued

And The Men Rolled In … Like Ocean Waves
Playing and Surging, Roaring Out Praise
Buoyed High, Bobbing Up and Down
So Quick, So Strong, The Men Swam …
And Women, Wet in Swimsuits
Carried Away Corals and Seashells, As Loot

Putting Them To Our Ears, Everyday
To Hear What Echoes of Sea, Had To Say
And On Soft, Crystal Sand, Pearls, We Did Lay
As The Men, Rolled In … Like Ocean Waves …


Details | Lanterne | |

IRRITANT

An
itchy
speck begets-
a mother of
pearl.


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Sweet Oh Sweet!

Take me away  for a while
out of this world so vile
Your lavish gifts are near to vanish
but you never plan to leave us punished

In reverie, I  stand here alone
revolving in a world I call my own
where lush green trees are gracefully swaying
where the water is vivid and smoothly flowing

Where oceans are aquamarine
and trees are abundant and green
All of these are God's given grace
All these gifts are worthy of our praise

Sweet oh sweet! You are my sanctuary
poisoned yet you stayed extraordinary
in this moment still the requiem for the insolent
Sweet oh sweet! You remain the cradle for the innocent

Sweet oh sweet! in you I believe
that in times of sadness you are my relief
In the depth of blue waves
Sweet oh Sweet! I'll dive and remain brave!




Details | I do not know? | |

the american boardwalk

Ice cream and pizza
sure wanted to meet ya
at the american boardwalk
where the sand's beneath ya 
a breeze and the clouds 
the sun is still out 
the tide is just about to meet me
jump in and float with seaweed
and then, 
cheap beer and a hot dog 
later on, buy some fudge 
work on the tan, 
do a little dance 
while walking down the boardwalk
with only a tank top and some flip flops. 
walking down the boardwalk 
the most american one of all.


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Sunflower Delight

Racing with yellow
Flowers high above my head
I am delighted.


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A Drop Of Spring

Winter afternoon walk

             Acorns adorn the still path

                            Rain drops on pink buds


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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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LET THE TREES TEACH A LESSON

Teal titans stretch above the fray,
so sure they won't be swept away.
Like Aesops' ant, they don't prepare
for chilling end in winters' stare.
Their colors burst and start to run.
It hits them hard that life is done.
As drill-bit winds and fading light
Force feathered song to hasty flight.
Brisk crimson billows blot the street,
Then clot in brown piles at their feet.
The snap of bark, slim tendrils flail
as veins gone cold begin to fail.
Numb fingers scrape the windowpanes
to snatch what little heat remains.
From frosted windows' golden glows,
we cowards peek as each one goes.
They plea for help in eerie moans.
We can not help. They die alone.
Such public death, not for the proud,
White winds will wrap their silver shroud.

Their lesson stands for all to see-
Might we die too, with dignity?
But even more, they seem to say-
Be ready when it comes our way.


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AN UNPLEASANT DAY

The fog thickens over the waters,
making every island vanish
into the misty sea rolling by;
but the lonely and trembling gull
stands on a skaky lamp-post, 
and his loud,distant cry
is revealed by a deep anguish
adding to an unpleasant day...

Mindless and shameless lovers,
take advantage of the pelting rain
to satisfy their urge with passionate eyes; 
these lovers came to this marine 
with the intent to cheat without concern,
not honoring their promise
to those who are eternally faithful:
isn't instant gratification a foolish game?  

The steady raindrops turn into a tempest,
causing the eere wind to whistle wildly
and as they pelt on my windshied and dance,
the music of my melody,so lively,
changes to a tune played with melancholy;
winter effects my mood so dramatically...

I look out of the driver's window twice
and the same bird sits still where he was,
I'm wondering if he waits for his mate,
to take a plunge into the water and bathe;
it's not only humans who experience loneliness:
it is seen in the wilderness as well...

Amid the fury of the relentless storm,
I'm caught between land and air, 
and does anybody feel the awesome force 
that makes us look so insignificant and small!
Our works are temporary and frail,
like the empires that were great and invincible,
they may seem perfect and beautiful,
but they will lose luster and suddenly fall
and crumble into a dust of oblivion:
only this Universe was made to last forever...

My wish for serenity is swept away
by the wind's fierce currents above,
and the frenzy waves carry it along
to follow that ship that left a while ago;
and still there's no visible sky
over the prestine, white beach
where I would lie down and sleep,
hidden away from anything and anybody...

In this treacherous month of March,
I can't lay back or be faint of heart;
somehow, with willingness and brit,
I must start being realistic
and take in consideration an unpleasant day
and make the best of it anyway... 


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Wish

dandelion spores
scatter with a breath's wind~
I make a wish


Details | I do not know? | |

Vitamin Sea

I went to the beach 
For my vitamin sea
To drink in the zing 
Of an orange setting sun  
As it spritzed liquid gold
Onto zesty shimmering sand 

© Brenda V northeast   6th January   2012


Details | Free verse | |

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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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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Armor Hotdog

bird of feather
flocks the all mighty sea shore
just for a hotdog






Tribute To
The Hotdog 
In All Of Us  LOL


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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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Icicled Seashells

Icicled seashells
Future moments of Summer
waiting to be thawed.


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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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Harvest Time

You may like Spring when flowers smell sweet
Or going to the beach in the Summer heat
You may like Winter when snowflakes fall
But I like Harvest Time best of all
I like picking apples and baking pies
And carving Jack-O-Lanterns with glowing eyes
I like the air of a cool crisp morning
When Jack Frost has come without warning
I like it when leaves turn yellow and red
That's when a blanket feels good on my bed
I like sitting with family and friends
Watching the sunset at days end
Then dressing up for the Harvest Ball
Yes, my favorite season is the Fall


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CREAM-COLORED SUNRISE

Turbulent clouds try
to obscure sunlight on bay
with vile furtiveness.  

Entered in Raul Moreno's contest,
" Vanilla Sky "


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Mother Nature's Revenge: First Stop Samoa (Cowritten with Carolyn Devonshire)

Note:  The following dialogue is between the voice of Mother Nature and the voice of man.
          It is dedicated to the countless victims of the earthquake-induced tsunami in Samoa.



My Ring of Fire sets ready to erupt
For I, Mother Nature, have had enough
Of pollutants invading reservoirs
And oil-drilled coastlines, sands coated by tar

         How thankful we are for this plentiful earth
         Proceeds and profits boast our corporate worth
         Our mistakes and errors in destructive ways
         Mother Nature will repair in a matter of days

Sea creatures poisoned by hazardous waste
Trash left on beaches by people in haste
Sea oats destroyed as construction proceeds
Turtle hatchlings wandering toward man made beams

         The land is aplenty with resources so fine
         We can wash away the debris, reap when mined
         Mercury, chemical and oils as well
         Mother Nature will dilute as we continue to sell

Whales wash up and expire on ocean shores
Battleships litter the deepest sea floors
With thinning ozone, sea temperatures rise
Igniting rage in my volatile eyes
 
         Another tanker runs aground of the Alaska coast
         Insurance companies payout, our boards in toast
         We can rely on our refineries and oil wells
         For Mother Nature will replace and it will all be swell

Earthquakes, tsunamis are my weapons
Earth’s last days may be man’s time to reckon

          We will reap the rewards as our conglomerates grow rich
          Mother Nature will allow, our industrial snitch


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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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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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Like Blue Roses

The night in capture Clouds graced by earths lunar light Heavenly blue roses http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-5.php


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Sudden Storm

broken flip flop rests
outside sandy castle walls
perhaps, the clouds break
 


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Life Lessons

Life Lessons Fate has many roads It's funny how they intersect You might know where you're going But can't know who you'll meet You can't see all life is showing While only walking down one street Don't lose your shoes, you'll need em You blues, the news will feed em So walk your talk and lead em Before there's no more freedom Some roads run into an ocean Sometimes you have to swim If you're lucky, you can sail But watch for clouds to form Even hull and mast can fail If you're not prepared for the storm You test the waters, and the waters test you Seas beg for flying stones sometimes At times, it's tempting to oblige But the waters move aside for violence The waves walk away where sinking stones land To stare at the surface in stationary silence At the tides' reasoning, and your bloody hand


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Midwest Gifts

Shining sun and thunderous rain
Bear, bison, and whooping crane

The blowing wind and falling leaves
Blooming bulbs and honey bees

Winter, Summer, Spring and Fall
Hardwood trees growing tall

The rivers great and creeks so deep
The golden crops of summer wheat

Ozark Mountains and prairie grass
Carp, paddlefish, and large mouth bass

Whether waterfall or large rock cliffs
These are a few of the Midwest gifts


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Missing

salty breeze tickles
highly mellowed man drags board
men in gray suits feast
 


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Chapel of the Sea

 “Served and protected by Natures blessings”

Perched upon the rocks, chapel sits so proud.
No sermons delivered, though honored so loud.
Ocean surrounded, doves perched on steeple.
Singing sweet hymns instead of people,
They serve another congregation you see.
Seagulls approach near chapel of the sea.
Other creatures from below swim around.
Securing charisma of belief abound.
Heaven shines down upon chapel in light.
Beacon from lighthouse shines within night,
Glorifying abundantly, love, peace and harmony,
Doves singing chorus heard as an odyssey.
Untouched by human subversion in decades,
Starlight Angels stand watch in guardian parades.


written by
Cecil Hickman

written for
Sponsor Constance ~ My Dear Heart ~ 
Contest Name The Church By The Ocean 

Date written
09/30/2011


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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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Souvenir

Spinning Swirls of razor-sharp Swords.
Shiny mouth
Sings
Symphonies of the Sea with
Salty breath.
Soft pink, brown, peach--shades of
Sand.
Silently Sleeping as the Waves
Slap it out of dreams.


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FROM A MOUNTAIN'S PEAK

From a mountain's peak,
to a very picturesque valley below,
these cold and sprightly waters flow...
watching the gyrfalcon cool off his beak.


River, don't stop your flow anytime,
let me admire how you glisten...
running down the snowy inclines;
hearing the croaking sound of a raven. 
 
 
Further down you plunge into ravines,
and less forcelful than a waterfall,
you splash on rocks and wildflowers...
raring in the manner of a rascal.


No vigilant eagles, or dozing marabous amid stalks,
are found as you approach vast grasslands,
but the ocean is very far and doubts arise;
o river, keep on flowing towards those serene skies!
 

From a mountain's peak with graceful glee,
you gurgle in flowless rhythm without mistake,
satisfying my dry palate in a dire state;
o river, flow like the blood that sustains me!
  
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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Floating

Floating on my back In tranquil cobalt waters My eyes search the sky As billowing clouds pass by I see familiar faces March 19, 2012 Any ONE New or Older than 2 years old TANKA contest Second Place


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Sunrise

Sunrise into soft spoken clouds blankets thoughts in a uplifting shroud. In the moment you easily sit taking in every bit of the last of the world waking from sleep before your thoughts return to the deep. The ocean below as it ebbs and flows, it churns just as your mind trys to hold, onto the moment that gives you some peace. Before the day starts and returns your grief, of the hard life you led. You can still feel the dread, of how things used to be, the way your eyes used to see, the love the life the memories. Its time to get up and walk away from the morning and into the beginning day. Put that smile on your face, head back into the rat race. The day has begun with the rising sun 


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Dark Skyscape

The dark skyscape is immense Covering moon in darkness Ships amass the shore bustle Beautiful to see Follow the cooled openness Water gurgles in the wind Swiftly the clouds go on by I delve in the calm
Russell Sivey


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Sounds of Seasons

Ruffling of feathers Birds mating in the morning Unlocking the Spring Cicadas singing A midsummer symphony Honoring the sun Geese in formation The squawking "V" heading south Leading arctic fronts Hibernating bear Sleeps to sounds of December Locking down Winter ____________________________________________________ Inspired by the choka contest sponsored by Raul Moreno


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The Beach

 
The sun rises into a day of new,
the whole sky becomes a light blue.
Heaps of sand, cover the floor,
waves of saline, crash toward shore.

Sea gulls in flight flying free,
boats with sails, cruising the sea.
Surfers on boards, upon liquid motion.
fins on creatures, gliding through ocean.

Castle once up, now erode away,
people at rest, people at play.
Wind blowing out a great breeze,
shade is given, by the Palm Trees.

Moon faintly appears up on top,
the orange red sun, is about to drop.
According to the timely rate,
day become night, without debate.


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Let's Get Buzzed

billowing waters
caused by winds sudden onrush
electric surges



Tribute To The Sea


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Nature's Beauty

The Mountains stood so high,
Yet, their shadows fell so low.
Distances between them both seized screeching winds,
And I did hear each one of them bellowing an echoing blow.
Big Birds with white long feathers were flapping their wings
They just flew up into those baby blue skies soaring way up above.

You tell me why up atop a Mountain befalls pure sparkling crystals of white snow.
The Sun shines down upon dried out fields or drenched out botanical gardens,
Yet it maintains its abundant rays brewing up some new batches of summer love.
You tell me why God made this great big world with just one pure heavenly white dove.
Oceans too deep and waves too slow, still they manage ripples and shine a dazzling glow.

In between natural layered sands, my rapid creative perceptions finally began to grow.
Seals and whales ride atop tides with a bit much pride I’d never seen the likes of such.
You tell me why Nature’s Beauty is so slow in revealing itself for us to get to know.
The Moon leads with guides bringing cascading lights back to life by a smell or touch.

You tell me why my luck struck the Mother Star granting my life with more than enough.
You tell me why days of light and nights of dark make white puffy clouds perk and fluff?
Abounding around this big Earth Nature’s Beauty spurts out plenty of its heavenly love!


®Registered: Ann Rich  2005


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Steady As You Go

flow river flow
gently down the 
outcrop stream you go

trickling over cobblestones
and fallen branches
that's  been bestowed

mountain crest covered in snow
valleys and hilltops above and below
lies in solance as you boldly flow

puffs of white
seen in your passages sights
wonder whos lying by a fireplace tonight

ribbed tides
sea foam disguise
for it's just you and I

so flow river flow
gently down the outcrop stream you go
for where you stop know one knows



Entry For
Brian Strand's 
Flow River Flow Contest
GL All



Also Tribute To 
Great Rivers Lakes And Streams


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THE OCEAN'S ALLURING COLOR

ABC-THE OCEAN'S ALLURING COLOR

The ocean's alluring color
may appear to be aqua or blue;
it changes with the density of light,
and all its dazzling beauty it can endue
to make an amazing sight!


ACROSTIC--HOW BEAUTIFUL!

Hurtle as agile seagulls do 
Over its rageful waves glide
Westward purple clouds meet a dawning sun
Beware of the furious wind when it howls
Eeastward the sloggish moon approches
Another night filled with mysterious sounds
Utter nothing to yourself, move forward
Trees hide owls with their scary coos
Inside the moon's sphere many faces appear 
Funny how they look staring at the bright ocean
Urging it to turn dark, so they can easily rule
Long enough to captivate the human mind! 


CLASSIC ALLITERATION-CREATION OF THE OCEAN

Once the ocean was a huge valley,
then God made it rain...it wasn't folly;
for countless days and nights it came down
as it was filled to capacity an early dawn.


But there's was something missing,
and God thought, " Beautiful fishes I will place into it:
from big to small to give it life everlasting."
So that divine thought gave the Earth another aspect!


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Miracles

deep within the woods
a white dogwood blooms~
a bluebird cheers


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Save Our Wetlands

My home state loses a football field, 
Of coastal land each day of the year.
I’m no cheerleader about this,
It fills my heart with fear.

I wish I had funds to donate to the cause.
Maybe if I expressed my thoughts of the situation,
It would cause others to pause.
As the pelicans swim to the beat,
 Of their inward drum,
And contribute to the state,
That many other states of the union,
Were carved from.

Way back before humans existed,
Our dear state Louisiana was merely sea floor.
If we humans that exist today,
Don’t get serious about this erosion problem,
The state where jazz was born,
Will be sea floor once more.

Our coastal industries, beautiful magnolia trees,
And the capital of the Old South,
Will no longer exist.
We won’t be able to reminisce about anything,
If our hindrance persists.

Like bacteria attacks a cell,
Our precious land is being attacked as well.
Like our educated out migrants,
Land is leaving without being replaced.
Saving this land helps us ecologically:
This includes the human race.

Please fellow residents and people who once,
Or never lived here before.
Fill Louisiana’s heart with cheer,
By contributing to this worthy cause.
If one can’t give monetarily, 
 He or she should then take a pause.
Be creative and think of other ways,
That one is able to help this wonderful state.

We would certainly appreciate anything you do,
To help us out.
I know the pain of the land will be eased,
Without a doubt.

Our state has faith in us as we have faith in it.
Let us not only be cheerleaders, but star players.
So that our precious land can stay strong,
Throughout its layers.
This erosion problem can be very costly:
Climatic changes, loss of land, animal and plant species,
And human lives are just a few.
Please help save our wetlands,
Because it is part of the old and of the new.


Wrote November 2003 almost exactly 2 years before Hurricane Katrina,
while student @ ULM and concerned about the issue, as a student and scientist the topic of 
New Orleans going under and the Mississippi River flow and creation of Louisiana  was talked 
about since  I was in elementary school in the mid '80s was a main topic of concern for the 
gubernatorial election held that year, and during that political official's term as governor, 
Hurrican Katrina hit, Louisiana politics I tell you- they simply tell people what they want to 
hear!


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I remember...

I am standing on top of a cliff,
Its pure white rocks gleaming in the sun.
The sea is gently lashing against them,
I can hear the waves rolling in, one by one.

I am standing at one of the furthest points,
Like someone about to jump.
The soft green grass beneath my feet,
Not a cloud in the clear, clear sky.

The Isle of Wight in the distance,
The sun gleaming down its beams.
The sea is just tumbling on and on, seeming to never end,
It is so still and tranquil, a pin prick would make a ripple.

The air smells sweet and fresh,
As I take a deep breathe in.
The birds up above, calling each other,
Enjoying the warmth of the sun.

I too can feel the sun on my face,
The warm glow of my skin.
I look down underneath me,
And watch the waves tumbling in.

I let out a big sigh.
Forgetting my fear,
Of the height that I am standing at,
Because... summer, is finally here. 


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My life portrays an ocean

My life portrays an ocean
So powerful, so strong
Breaking the sharp cliffs into rocks
As I go on
I am smooth yet I am gentle
Flowing with a smooth pace
Cutting off the sharp rocks
Into smooth round face
Ocean is a reassuring friend
And an unbeatable foe
So gentle, it tickles
So strong it breaks through
My life portrays an ocean
So powerful, so strong
Changing the face of world
As I go on.


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July Day

July day


A heaviness entraps with the folding of the clouds
Paleness, thunderous, symmetrical and curved lines.
Stare into the stillness escaping the shroud
Look for the glimmer it is there bending entwined

Monitor the evolving motions changing
The nimiety of gas rolling, engrossing even captivating
Slices of flash and echoes erupt
Merged hues austere yet enticing almost bewitching

Panic intense…

Then - gallons rolling, descending, pounding arriving
Landing on the solid and rebounding in rhythm
Grassy aroma, dust fluctuates on earthy mounds lifting
Concave pools forming gushing and flowing

Hush proceeds - the effervescent fizz now draining
Escaping their landing by gulps into the crevices
Drips into the nooks, sills, rails and leaves
No trace just reflective is remaining.


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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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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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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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Feeding Frenzy~

innocent victim
jumping to swallow the bait~
I scrape away scales


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Transformations

Grass blades leaking green Leaves succumb to conversion Song bird is silenced ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Inspired by Brian Strands "IMAGES OF FALL " contest!


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Peaceful Beginnings

With the first warm breeze,
Flowers wake stretching for food:
Reaching for the sun.


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Frozen Prickly Pear

The prickly pear cactus is frozen
And the plant has toppled over
As the temperature rises, clouds cover
And the plant thaws will it spring approval
In the spring will it be a trooper
With the instinct for survival all over



(This was the morning that Cody had phone calls at three AM and he didn't wake up to 
answer them and I finally just got up. No excuse.  I should have checked my work. Sara)


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'Moon-Tides' (Haiku # 7)

‘ Moon-Tides ’     Haiku # 7

   Moon on Ocean-Tide
Crested so High, and did Ride
     Surf-up To My Side


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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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True Blue

Mirroring the Sky
A frozen webbing of Ice
Beautiful : Blue Hue

Inspired by Raul Moreno's Contest " Icy Cascade "


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Ripples in the Sea

When I see this Moon and gaze deep into the stars,
My mind wanders as I search for where you are.
Looking up, looking down, this enormous Sea is where I can now be found.
Standing alone at the Ocean’s edge and hearing its roar,
My heart pounds and aches for so much more.
Gazing deeper and deeper out into this vast blue Sea,
I can gather myself with this soul that was given to me.
Ripples in the Sea are all that my eyes can see.
One by one they collide with force to touch what was given to me.
Infinity with the depths of this Sea, 
This is what the Moonlit Ocean conveys to the truth inside of me.
Standing alone and afar from the depths of this Sea,
Ripple by ripple captures the every breath that I have inside of me.
Oh how they carry every single thought away from the insides of me!
Reflections of our Moon spread across this glimmering Sea.
Endless and endless ripples!
This vision I know I will forever see!
I hold my breath and carry a true smile, 
Searching for that last ripple to reach its hundredth mile.
Alone I stand at the edge of this Sea, 
The depth of this Ocean covers over me.
I wonder and wonder can I truly hold what was given to me?
So if ever in search for that which you know you believe,
Please remember that I left me standing with the ripples in the Sea.
One by one they collide crashing directly into me.
I stand with a force that was given just for this person that lives inside of me.
Come to me! Please touch what is on the inside of me!
Feel what has been given just for the love of me!
So if ever in doubt for that which you truly know you believe,
Look deeper and deeper out into this incredible huge Sea.
The ripples one by one know you will believe.
They touch, they feel, they hear what is left standing out by the Sea,
And that my friend is the life that God had already chosen for the soul that lives inside of me.


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SENTINEL OF THE HARBOR

Standing as
a sentinel of
the harbor,
the moon's eyes  
are fixed upon the glowing 
lighthouse that lures stars.


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Sunshine Birth

Lonely bed, Erupts
Winter ceased, No longer sleeps
An unearthed seed
























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The Whirlpool

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.......O
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..........T
.............W
................I
.............S
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Devours the ferry
Roars in agony
Devil’s symphony
Angels to bury...


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Awakening Spring (double acrostic and end line word)

Around the corner, the sun will show its new face after                               A
Well earned time of having endured through the cold of                              Winter.
Anticipation is felt as nature burgeons and animals wake                            Anew
Keenly sensing the coming of spring with all its love felt in its                      Kaleidoscopic
Emergence of colors everywhere and its fragrances brought by the             Elements.
Nature at its youth, feeling the excitement throughout, that we all                Naturally
Instinctively experience rebirth within the fiber of our hearts; yet still          Intimidated,
Not having yet forgotten the frozen breath of the dying icy season. But        Now
Gratitude moves into the soul from the lessons learned, and we thank         God.

Sweetly, we turn our eyes to the heavens above for the blessing of its          Smile
Pleasantly blowing to us in fragrant love with the breezes and the waters,      Preparing
Rebirth of nature, and the birds sing us their songs of love while                   rigorously
Investing their all in the building of their nest for their offspring,  so              impatient,
Nagging at times to their loved ones, then making it all a fun game to play.   Nature
Gathering their families and I remember my parents for whom I thank          God.

By CarolineCecile
Copyright © 02.20.10


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Turtle eggs

seaway blue stem~
Massive mama's 
bury their babies


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Play

Two male Cardinals in the running rose
Their beauty on surroundings impose
Thoughts that Spring will come someday
And bring with it life to all that play

Like little boys who climb trees
Tiny girls who swing with ease
So different are they but both love to play
All the day in the wonderful sun's ray


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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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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 World I See

The morning sun rolls around
Here, like Tick Tock's on a clock
Even the current of the sea is flowing

Wallowing seagulls in there flock
Only the sea breezes have ever seen
Revealing, the sun begins to rise
Laying upon a sight every one should see
Dynamic rays of shine and Beautiful zodiacal lights

In the Clouds where birds view from the sky heights

Soon I wish to see with my own undying eyes
Endless Beauty and essence
Enchanting Love and harmony highs


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Graze of the Green

Serengeti so green, Animals in vast herds graze; Feeds the many thousands.


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Whale

She swims the salty seas
Crashing into the surface through leaves
Taking Captain Ahab down with her as he heaves

Destroying her predators ships along the way
He will no longer be found in Norway
She’s moving on to a less crowded bay


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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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A FLOWER'S GIFT

Scarlet sage' path...
feet rambling about the hill
of a quite woodland
with Carolina willows
and southern magnolias.


Lanky short-leaf pines
shade the milk-pea verdant shrubs;
petrels watch the swift,
mottled squirrels climb black oaks
while a cavalcade stirs them.


Hyacinths in bloom
have a stronger, sweeter scent 
than the white jasmines...
is fragrance a flower's gift
to all lovers strolling by?


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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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Standing Tall And Looking Good

towering soldiers
watch over hidden forest
in dressed camoflage






New Entry For
Raul Moreno's 
Soalance In Nature Contest



Also Tribute To
Armed Forces


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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


Details | Romanticism | |

Moonlit Dance

Go away with me in the night
Dance with me in the moonlight
All of our troubles left on land
Discarded amongst the grains of sand
Smooth sailing, just you and me
Enjoying each other’s company
Relishing our quiet time together
I want this moment to last forever
Go away with me in the night
Dance with me in the moonlight
The only sound I hear is our one heartbeat
Synchronized with the water lapping near our feet
A calm has taken over my soul
As the peace in the night takes control
The love I have for you has consumed my all
With you by my side, I always stand tall
Go away with me in the night
Dance with me in the moonlight
This beautiful night is ours alone
As we drift along these waters unknown
The tranquility brings us closer as lovers
As our passion we begin to slowly rediscover
I’m yours forever, don’t ever let me go
Hold me tight as we ride the water’s flow
Go away with me in the night
Dance with me in the moonlight.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

English Garden

I have found the treasure
that lies at the Rainbow's end;
surrounded by Sweet William, for-get-me knots,
and crimson shades of velvet rose.

Near the cottage of old where I was young,
the quaint charm of the English garden.
Where time has not weathered with due harm,
swirls of hued asters still in the brisk fresh air.

Moments spent dancing with cupid in midst
of a sunny afternoon.
Seconds where dreams danced on the moon,
sweet perfume floats by to wisp away my breath.
Up ahead mine eyes view the grassy slopes
where a thousand of narcissus bloom.

I watch them sway the day away tossing 
their sweet perfume to the winds.
Wicker seats and ivory benches upon I sit and muse.
The soul cannot thrive in the absence of a garden,
a rose plot, fringed pool and serenity.

Burn the sage, the leaves of rose and wintergreen
Light the candles in the middle of the afternoon.
From within my center core I breathe for more of this
paradise near heavens view.

Sweet surrender to growing things, cupids chimes in
melody rings, for here is a heavenly peace that mirrors
my thirsty soul.


My x4 Great Grandmother was from England a Duchess but she chose to marry my X4 Great
Grandfather and lost her inheritance and rights for neglecting the wishes of the family in
England. He was a Captain of the sea and brought many to the American shores of Mass. In
reading and studying, I found she loved to write of the sea and those things she cherished
from England and growing up, from memoires, she has touched my muse and from time to time,
I let her speak of such cherished beautiful things.


Details | Haiku | |

At Wick's End

Candles in rock pool...
Water like the deepest sea...
A stirring began.

Two hearts turn to flesh.
Angelic auras ignite
Infatuation.

Silent, holding hands...
Yet full of words afterwards
Sent in love letters

With upside down stamps,
Scented poetry pages
Drip unfailing love.

Charismatic speech,
Uncommon romantic deeds 
And fantasies bloom.

Unconditional
Promises prematurely
Penned with shallow love

Melt souls like soft wax.
Formless objects of desire
At wick end's dead flames

Reveal the candles'
Mistaken identities-
"I thought I knew you's".

Reality lights
On the still, stagnant pool with
Ripples of "you said's".

Glowing nimbuses
Form the rolling thunderheads
And vapors of rain.

Soft shoulders turn cold.
Tongues set on fire with Hell's rage
Turn indifferent.

Two hearts become stone,
And the first visitation
Evokes hurt and hate.

Endangered peace talks
Precede a trail of tears to
Extinct promises

In boxed up letters
Rubber banded together
In a hidden place.


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 | Haiku | |

Sakura Trees

Japanese Gardens Blossoms radiate in bloom Pink petals delight http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-2.php


Details | Ballad | |

The Land of the Golden Sands

Sounds to me, that you see
Whats beyond, and whats to be
Why don't you take my hand
and show me the land,
of the golden sands.
Where the minds flee,
and the hearts meet.
Where the sun sets into the ocean slow,
and comes out at dark with a shiny blue glow.
The beaches are made of golden sands,
and they are as long as you could ever glance.
A calm soothing tune plays from the depth of the jungle,
and people do nothing all day but make love and dandle.
oh take me there please, I have no where to go
oh take me there please, I have no where left to go
There is no hope there, there is no despair
Only joy and love, fill the air


Details | Lyric | |

GOOD BYE SUMMER

GOOD BYE SUMMER




Good bye, summer, well, it's time to go,

Good bye, summer, well, it's time to go.

I hate to rush you, but you really must go

say Good bye, summer, good bye!


Well, it's the middle of September;

I’m just tired of you and your heat.

Oh, I hate to rush you, but you can’t

stay




Repeat Refrain


Now, autumn and winter,

Might hate it if you stay here too long,

One shake and we'll part, and you'd better 

get going, although you served a purpose.



Final Refrain:


Good bye, summer, well, it's time to go,

Good bye, summer, well, it's time to go.

I hate to rush you, but you  really must go

Good bye, summer, good bye!


Details | I do not know? | |

A Story to the World


I wrote a story to the world- 
afraid that they've not read... 
But it's about our dying sea,
filled all with crippled dread.

The silken curtain it outlays,
gets sick and turns to mire.
And this killer of our story
be a child of from our empire.



Details | Monoku | |

monoku- SUMMER EBBS

as August burnishes yellow- 
                                         a brimstone generation blooms


Details | Haiku | |

May I Have This Dance

eye of beholder
gets optical illusion of
moon and water's dance



Tribute To Beauty


Also Entry For
Raul Moreno's
Reflections Contest
Gl All


Details | Rhyme | |

Friendly Waves

The waves are my tugging friends Though they could play rough I let the sun whip across my face; this fascination—it all blends They could warm up my soul—enough! The sand on the beach will remain my foes Though they could have a hint of good in them I let the sand scrape across my arms and legs; this infection—tickling my toes They could be a pain to my skin—what’s their problem? The seagulls are my pets Though they could be pests I let the seagulls fly away into the sunlit sky; this rejection—I can’t change my bets! It could be a wonderful experience—burning their nests I thank the creator so much For providing me with all of these friendly waves and such


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Rhyme | |

This my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine

After the summer sun, once the waves have had more than they can swallow,
a melancholic mood looms large, wherein the floundering victims wallow.

The sudden descent into silence hits harder than the outburst of noise before -
because the volume alteration is accompanied by a message we choose to ignore.

Empty crisp packets blow aimlessly across the void of vacuous beaches,
this incisive message resounds repeatedly, but is lost on the audience it teaches.

Strewn across the fields,
is produce of the summer’s yield:
broken buckets and spades lie dishevelled, dreaming of the sandcastles they used to build.

The owner of the café passé on the pier
returns to her farm for the rest of the year:
hindered by the accumulation of summer commerce: the litter she has to clear.

The greasy burger wrappers
serve as an embodiment of what matters:
the ignorance and carelessness of a hedonistic society, that leaves our world in tatters.

The non-biodegradable remains of tourism and consumerism mask the countryside’s face:
assorted towers of summer’s rejects distort its authentically elegant landscape.

The litter is unavoidable, profit takes precedence for those in need,
so we slowly tarnish our world as a consequence of greed.

A murderer in the dock, society tries to conceal the facts:
our fast and furious lifestyle will prevent the earth remaining intact.


Details | Free verse | |

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?


Details | Rhyme | |

A BLUE RIBBON

I didn't take my umbrella, assuming
the weather wouldn't respond with a whiplash,
and on coarse sand I trudge, not thinking
of a cloudburst to induce fear and suddenly bash.


My grip on this balloon string has the strength of a cord,
in case those clouds belch and belie...
luckily its rapid ascent is not beclouded,
and the flight's climax holds my attention to excite me.


Floating balloon, don't let me off this cloud nine,
keep going further up until you are set free,
and that cloudburst, drunken with sunshine,
will not hinder your enthusiasm and make you bleary.  
 

Slowly come down, and I will catch you blithely,
as you bob, boasting a new win with a deflating burp,
crashing in my folded arms, to snuggle you contentedly...
here's a blue ribbon, weary balloon, for all the mirth.   


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Sestina | |

THE CLOSEST COMPARISON

A cherub with a rosy face
and plenty of curly hair
that the breeze loved to lull,
more than the daises so fair;
and that was the closest comparison...
to the beautiful child he once was!


The youngest dreamer ever to be born
with eyes as bright and lively as stars,
such were his to take imagination
beyond every possible dimension;
and such was the closest comparison...
to see himself as the beautiful child he once was!


He grew up too fast with an instinct
that was immensely blessed;  so keen,
privileged and gallant seemed that fearless
kid not to be able to earn one's keep,
to make perfection the closest comparison...
to the beautiful child he once was!


The shady paths covered by the swanky pine trees,
were as dusty as any country road which needed rain,
and it came without ever wishing for it;  and he welcomed 
it by getting wet, to lose himself in its gentle peace;
and what other closest comparison would he have made?...
If not that of the beautiful child he once was without worry and pain!   


Entered in Deborah Guzzi's poetry contest


Copyright 2009  by Andrew Crisci


Details | Rhyme | |

Whatever I am, I just accept


Amongst the countless grains of sand I sit and gather some in hand A moonless sky is up tonight Glittering stars with all their might The grains of sands I dare compare To the stars above to which I stare The mind assumes it comprehends Although it only makes amend Am I a figment or just a dream? Or maybe just a being supreme Do I exist and does it matter As time passes and things get darker And what is time and how do we measure A second, a minute or something bigger Can we equate our life to be? Something as simple as energy I have no answers to all there is Nor do I wish to even perceive Whatever I am, I just accept As answers remain quite inept ©Elisabeth Dubois – Dec, 2011


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Haiku | |

engulfing oil

a mirror , vanished...

unclear the fate of mankind...

black clouds suffocate!!...


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Blank verse | |

New Quay harbour

I sit upon the harbour wall
And feel the warm sun on my face.
I turn my gaze far out to sea
And watch the happy dolphins play.
Bright sunbeams slanting through the clouds
Are searchlights toying with the waves.

I lean against the cold hard lines
Of granite blocks quite roughly hewn
With urgent cries and rapid fire
Of circling seabirds overhead.

I hear the splashing, rippling waves –
That wash upon the wrinkled sand.
I watch the little fishing smacks
That bob and sway upon the tide.

The Black Lion pub surveys the bay
Of Llareggub; that famous town
Where Thomas-the-Verse composed his lines.
But he’s not supping here today,
No clouds of smoke from cheap Woodbines –
His spirit floats down Donkey Street.


Details | Couplet | |

FLY UP AND GLIDE

A risk taker is an adventurer, a taster of the fresh dew;
never satisfied until he has found that something so new.


Celestial bodies are clearly seen on a starless and mild night,
when the grayish sky invites a painter to invent his own light.


So fly up and glide over your extraordinary planet, and finally discover
what poets and dreamers only imagine to exist in their passionate gesture. 


The unmitigated impudence of this season has already brought its first, despised pang;
changing emerald leaves to dull auburn, reminding me of the briefness of life's span.

 
Can't find any excitement in the boring ways that spoil your day and make you sluggish? 
Try flying up and glide over this planet's panorama that can grant the spectator's wish.
   

Earth-bound with that satiated feeling, departing from a glorious view and a gibbous moon;
glad to land on a snowless ground, too anxious to send up, on drifting winds, my red balloon.



Details | Haiku | |

Shipwrecked

unbroken bottle
riding high on salty waves~
driftwood warriors rise
 


Details | Ottava rima | |

VERSES VIBRANT WITH LIFE

Read me verses
vibrant with life,
not sad epitaphs;
paint me my portrait
with a lustrous light...
be a Cavaraggio, or Rembrandt,
and my replicas sell in the market
for a price that suits any wallet.


I was given a name,
and with gilt I embellished it;
gladsome to glitter and giggle,
blooming as a rose bud caressed
by the wind's soft breath;
and its seed will be transported 
far-away, to germinate by a godly temple,
and there I will meet a favorable, clement fate. 


A tombstone is the place
for the soul's eternal rest,
my bones will lie within it...these brittle bones
once covered by flesh, but its spirit
will depart to ascend from the realm of mortals;
and sleep it will...until a mighty voice will awaken it,
there with the angels of Paradise I will write my praises,
and seeing the sorrow of the living, I will act upon their behalf.


Read me verses
vibrant with life;
epistles that the New Testament's
devoted scribes wrote.
Sing me odes of the glory to come, put aside
the longest elegy, don't trifle
with my final wish, everything else is trivial;
look into the Heavens, I will smile... 
 

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Free verse | |

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.




Details | Blank verse | |

SUNRISE

There was a wave of emotion thrown from the crimson bathed sea. As the warmth of the morning sunlight wrapped it's blanket around me. The water below being thrown against the rugged rocks with ease. Then instinctually followed by a luke warm breeze. I stand by the seaside and watch the colours off the morning sky. It fills me with so much pleasure that I feel a tear fall from my eye. I watch as the colours of the sky Mix and match together as if moved by an artists hand. A brush stroke here and a brush stroke there until it looks elegant and grand. An image of beauty, the summer morning sunlight. An image which my memory will hold tight.


Details | Blank verse | |

BIZARRE WHIMS OF FEBRUARY

With uproar, vexed, the bone-chilling wind blows...
the wooden and unlocked windows of the hut slam;
winter delights in the whims of February
that can be so destructive and savage to an unspoiled
haven hidden from remote civilization,
thus feeling no sympathy for the fragile maples:
bending, squeaking and cracking as if they were in pain!
The furious wind batters steadily,commanding the red-tailed hawks,
watching the hungry wolves hunt the scary deer, 
to flee over the tumbleweed and mud-filled streams with agitation.
Dispersed by the gelid gusts, the bouncing clouds fret, and
illuminated by silver bolts of lightning, they seem to dissolve in their intense, 
fiery heat; where's the friendly sun, the light-giver,
to make darkness vanish and restore tranquility in this 
wilderness visited by bald and golden eagles? And is it a passing hurricane, 
or a threatening storm with hail and snow?


Details | Blank verse | |

Backdrop of Summer

Summer's faded beach umbrellas
On shore of shimmering sea
Stand like bobbing sentinels
During sunburnt days
On warm, white sand.

Hot, sweaty summer's 
Breeze of salt spray
Caresses our faces and limbs as
Afternoon sun relentlessly
Ignites the lachrymose air.

The fisherman in harbor
Touches the pier with
No storms sighted,
And prepares to haul in
The catch of the day.


Details | Imagism | |

SUN VERSUS WIND (Imagism)

Winter clouds drift eastward

An organdy curtain in afternoon skies


For Brian Strand's Spaces Contest


Details | Light Poetry | |

' The Touch Of A Virgin ... '

Her Touch Was Shyly-Light
Full of Purity, In His Sight
Her Touch Was Soft in Timidity
Almost Opposed To His Temerity

Almost As If She Were Afraid To Lay
Naked and Exposed, as Helpless-Prey
Untouched and Untutored In Torrid-Ways
His Eyes, Seemed To Say … It’s Ok …

So, The Touch of The Virgin, Did Fall
Her Fingertips, Fragile and Small
Upon Broad Shoulders and Over All
Gaining-Ground, with Each, Moist-Kiss-Call

 … On His Lips, His Eyes, All Over His Face
From Toes, To Thighs, and Back Up, To Waist
Around His Torso, Sent Shivers Up His Back
Covered Every Inch, of His Manly-Track …

In An Instant … It Was All Over
Beneath Blanket, She Was Now ... Lover
By Honeyed-Moon, They Did Glisten and Glow
After The First Touch of ... Virgin Snow


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Haiku | |

If I Could I Wood

beneath pine archway
cast of carved woman standing
looking out to sea


Details | Monoku | |

sequence-TIME STOOD STILL

just for a moment nothing mattered-
                                                 in the silence,quietness stirs
impressions of summer-
                               whisper in the breeze


Details | Free verse | |

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...
 
                                              


Details | Free verse | |

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....


Details | Haiku | |

The Mischievious Sea (Haiku)

Mischievious sea!
Doesn't  allow the beach to rest
Keeps on disturbing


Details | Quatrain | |

THE STEADFAST FORCE GUIDING ME

No one can see the steadfast force
guiding me toward infinite peace,
an untroubled and limpid sea...
with glittering, foaming waves!


Some call it faith, I call it strength;
and somehow leads me to believe in destiny...
that the spirit cannot be broken easily
when the foundation is built on courage!


I strum my guitar and sing Alleluia, and as 
I carefully walk...I can't ever stumble
on a smooth road, where evil is not present...  
to give a sign of premonition to an ever-faithful!

 
I go past the pear' orchards in a remote farm,
and the pheasants sit in the golden branches;
the fruits look so succulent inviting me to taste them,
others have wished to savor such a sweetness!


A surge of sublime joy swells inside like that of songs,
and gracefully I sing them by allowing sustenance...
the steadfast force guiding me to enjoy the supreme moments
as if sighting a supernova, which will not lose its brilliance!


An oath of obedience I have made to God,
and being humble, I will honor Him repeatedly...
in all kinds of prayers and proclaim Him Lord
whose hand is the steadfast force guiding me!

Cpoyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | I do not know? | |

The ocean

The ocean. The ocean is beautiful; a perfect harmony for anybody to desire. Glistening with sand, as the water calmly overlaps one another, causing waves. Soothing yet flowing, soft, as they gently touch the sand and bring up objects long lost in the sea. The ocean is a cool yet soothing place that everybody falls in love with. The ocean is one of the most beautiful places all around the world, yet is all around the world. Pick up a seashell for when you’re not near, and place it gently to your ear and soon you’ll hear the magnificent paradise of harmony that everyone truly does enjoy.


Details | Alliteration | |

autumn's aura

Season’s sweat sets steadily on the streets
Flowers’ flags float faintly on the floor
Autumn’s aura awash avidly on the acacia


Details | I do not know? | |

Amoung The Dunes

The sun was high up in the sky, 
On the last day of the spring.
The sea was up beyond the sand,
Right up against the wall.
When the tide does fall again,
We'll play amoung the dunes,
Right up and down and all around,
But till then we will wait.


Details | Haiku | |

LIGHT BREAKS THROUGH THE MIST

Light breaks through the mist,
as its splendid rays filter
into the pine grove...

I sit underneath  
these illuminated trees,
and behold glory...

Entered in Raul Moreno Ascension contest.

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Sonnet | |

Exhalted

I saw the Sun and the Moon take a stance in the universe.
And an unknown Star placed over them was put in charge.
The whole entire inhabitants scattered themselves at large.
And all the lands and seas became separated by a diverse.
 
The Sun Shined brightly in the west never to set in a curse.
The Moon gleamed fully bright to the east as the surcharge.
The door had been widely opened and many came by barge.
The stress was great because the world went into a reverse.
 
Fate and destiny was being dished out like a deck of cards.
Skies lit up and the Stars came back out like never before.
And the palm trees took up to the seas like standing guards.
And from this stemmed growth from that one opened door.
 
The Sun and Moon are exalted above and beyond you all,
And so is the Star in charge of those that flaw in its thrall.
 
 
® Registered: Ann Rich 2008


Details | I do not know? | |

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



Details | Free verse | |

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......


Details | Senryu | |

Castaway

dark water restrains
coconut tree reflections
I dream of pizza



Details | Haiku | |

Nature's Double Takes


nature’s double takes
the silver glow of your eyes
which one is faking?


Details | Free verse | |

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 


Details | I do not know? | |

Amazing Octopus

Beneath the deep blue ocean waves
In coral crevices, holes and caves
Exists a creature of the deep
There upon the rocks to creep
While through the water he jet propels
With muscles that contracts and swells

This invertebrate is soft and pliant
From smallest to the biggest giant
With bulbous head and eyes with slits
It waits and watches using wits
Anticipating its prey to grasp
And then with suction caps to clasp

With no bones to keep its form
It can change and so transform
And squeeze into the smallest spaces
Into tiny fissures and thin ledge places
With eight long arms and caps in rows
If losing one a new one grows

And when afraid or to confuse
They squirt out ink a flawless ruse
Or change their color with special cells
Intent on using magic spells
Their blood is colored blue not red
They have two eyes upon their head 

Inside their gills and body parts
They have three beating, blood filled hearts
Their intelligence is far superior
To other fish, that are inferior
They have good memories, both long and short
And can learn new tricks if they’re taught

A shark it can so easily kill
By holding it so very still
With camouflage it can achieve
A form and shape that can deceive
They have an excellent sense of touch
The Devilfish its other name
An octopus, yet just the same


Details | I do not know? | |

The Sea

( THE SEA )

Transfixed I stand and watch
the Tireless Sea
As it's waves crash upon the shore,
spraying it's white, salty foam
Against the jagged rocks and cliffs below,
then returning into itself

The tireless sea
wherein its immeasurable depth
secrets lie buried,
never to be revealed

The tireless sea whose temperament is so mystifying
it neither fears, nor needs any man
but gathers its strength from within.


(c) Jasmine Paul 11-18-2014 <3


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Lifeboat men so brave

Lifeboat men so brave............

A personal tribute to the man and woman of the R.N.L.I. 
"The Royal National Lifeboat Institute". 

Bravest men amongst the brave, 
The lifeboat volunteers. 
Precious people saving lives, 
As they've done for many years. 

Through the waves of raging water, 
Being battered by the storm. 
These precious people saving lives, 
Heroes one and all. 

Being called in all conditions, 
Whether sunshine, snow or rain. 
Never knowing what's ahead, 
Or will they see their homes again!!! 

Hurricanes and twenty foot waves, 
Smashing at your soul. 
Dedicated lifeboat men, 
With a never ending goal. 

So many crewmens lives been lost, 
Still many lives they save. 
Always putting themselves at risk, 
These lifeboat men so brave. 

To the R.N.L.I. volunteers, 
With such courage there's only few.   
May the seasons always bring you home, 
As the Lord watches over you.


Details | Classicism | |

first love

Everything Glance 
takes you 
Is  the first love 
the moon
 the sun
 the stars
 This  planet earth 
 who maintains feeding
spiritually  
food
 Air 
Water
 Earth 
Vegetables 
Fruits 
and the poetry of Neruda nourish feeds
  Me For example

Their blue sea Quiet and angry
 The dry volcanoes 
Part of the Glance
 Of the first love In places
Love contains many drops 
That has formed continents
 Islands and are land of tombs
 Of my ancestors
 In interminable cemeteries
 in the world 
My friends the universal poets

My father 
My better friends the books
 The first letters
 The first one 
To spelling of the word love
 Poems drops of rain
 The verses of the captain
 The first tears
 The first shout of the new born 
The cut navel in the belly Of the mother
 Nature the natural engenders 
 In the Galapagos 
The first passages of the humanity
 In this planet
The first step of human kind
 Looking for fire
 Are the first passages of the definition?
 of love

All this I take me
 When
 I saw you’ for the first time
 And 
We watched each other
We felt in love.


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 | Cinquain | |

Wonderers Of Deep Blue

Mermaids
Sea wonderers
Revealing their desire
Drifting my mind in a sure-fire
Legend


Details | I do not know? | |

Time

The cadence swells in the starlit sky
The light still dwells when night is nigh
That one last ray that lingers long
Fades with majesty; is gone.
One last kiss goodnight
One more dawn tonight
One more time

How can I resist my nature
How can I give in to sorrow
How can I rejoice
Be sure that all that I have felt
Will be beautiful tomorrow

In time, all fades to gray
In time, lost to the wave
In time, distilled and saved
Salved by the mists of time
Perfection comes to time
One moment, stretched into eternity
One moment, 'fore the day is gone
Will last, will linger on my tongue
As I see

That there is nothing left to say
That there is nothing left to do
But to observe
But to perceive
That ray, falling deep into the starlit few

Cast into the colors of the night
Falling on forever out of sight

How?

Do I dare to taint the moment?
With one thought, my heart is rent
Forever from the prism of my tears
The night reflects into the ancient years
By perfection sent
Into eternity
By a crystal cry
A moment
   meant
       in me

The thrill of beauty in the wave
The sea that swells, the sea that saves
The waves that lap against the shore
The waves that, depthless, are no more

The moon that rises casts a light
And in the water is a sight
A billion, billion nothings that appear to me the sky
A shadow of reality that would but be a lie

To see the points of light
My eyes rejoice the night
But in that shadow, in that plane
So phantomed once, I see again
And a moment now is shattered
Into a thousand fragments at my feet
As I see
   the end in it all

Ah, the night will be the night
And the sea will be the sea
Until the question bears
   and drowns in me


Details | I do not know? | |

Caelum Noctis

A sea of seething, frothing sky
Condensed, concluded by the night
No point of reference, and no self
Can lie undrowned in these soul-wells

A faded light
Yet fades from sight
Is lost within the self-same rain of sky
The misty veil that shrouds all earth tonight

The sea of tufted, densed elixir
Floats beneath me as I see
The earth now fade forever from my sight
As I rise, and rise both from and into night


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Choka | |

THE PAINTER'S HAND

Ablaze firmament
with captivating light blue...
a nacturnal's whim!
The luminous moon watches
the lonely pine on the hill
caressing a star;
while below, the quite town sleeps,
not seeing the painter's hand!


Inspired by von Gogh's painting," Nocturne " 
Entered in Abe's Lopes contest, " Vincent van Gogh's paintings "


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Rhyme | |

The Seven Wonders Of The Modern World

History talks about the Seven Wonders?
But look around what do you see
Our Seven Wonders of Modern times
Are all there for thee.

Many have been here for thousands of years
Given many a thought, many a fear
They are listed as i write them down

The first is life, a wonderful act
The womans body see's to that
The birth anew, is an incredible tact.

Number 2 on my list of Seven
Is Water, sent from Natures Heaven
Thats the Sky for you and me
Its Natures tears, as damp can be.

Number 3 on my list of Seven
Its Oxygen, the air were given
We inhale it in, in various ways
General days, and general plays.

Number 4 on my list of Seven
The Animals chosen for Natures Haven
Many a creature there appears to be
As big as a whale, as small as a bee.

Number 5 on my list of Seven
Is this World donated, no rentage given
All we have to do is this
Look after her, don't take the piss.

Number 6 on my list of Seven
Its our will to exist, create modern heavens
As cultures blend to mix their thought
Many pluses, never naughts.

Number 7 on my list of Seven
Its what's beyond Natures Heaven
We need to severely police us first, before our rockets make their burst
To pass our moon and reach the Stars, before we polute!!


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Spring Festival

Harmoniously
With colors of the rainbow
Nature's choir sings


By Robb A. Kopp
All Rights Reserved © MMX


Details | Verse | |

Its the Cool Season at the Seaside

Today the sea is angry , whipping up the waves in a energetic frenzy
The relentlessly pounding waves have eaten deep grooves where
once were gentle slopes .Waves slurped back  like withdrawn tongues
Its also the Soccer season and late night revellers rejuvinate by the sea.
Sunlight shines through the transparent blue-green rising curling waves 
The crashing waves rush forward pushing wave after wave of bubbling froth 
Frothing with anger leaving  trails of  froth  upon their return to the sea
The sand is dusted with wind resembles the rippled sand dune patterns
Flocks of seagulls teem  gliding above in the chilling wind unperturbed 
A dog, a cross between a poodle and a golden retriever comes bounding
Its long shaggy fringe framing bright eyes and pink panting tongue
plays with a mini-fox terrier in season with the ball on  the water's edge.
The two curious of one another interlace running and wading rythmically
the waves crash and pound around them.








Details | Rhyme | |

Humanity and the Sea

Engaged we be by the roar of the Sea
the surf it's waves sings it's rhapsody
 
The sea she waves be tempest crossed
the boys who sail 'er knows 'er cost
victims she's consumed overboard were tossed
her temperament engulfs the souls be lost
 
"er winds have billowed in yer sails
and cargoes lashed upon yer rails
the oceans swells where shipping flails
to bolster courage mates swell their ales
 
A place for men to conquer fear
as daily danger draws it near
there be no calm without skies so clear
them men count lives as precious dear
 
"er heart she be at never rest
with her bounties has mankind blessed
you stay be fleeting you are only guest
she'll swallow you and your life ingest
 
"er character be ever changed
no day with 'er be ere the same
her waters called by many name
there be days of calm but never tame
 
And man be found like angry sea
with little peace but on 'es knee
for her crests are tumultuous eternally
and laps the shores displays whats she
 
You scallywags have heard 'er tales
those 'er's taken that woman bewails
the times 'er tests and men she fails
who sought adventures in ships with sails
 
 
COPYRIGHT © 2010 C Michael Miller


Details | Free verse | |

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



Details | Monoku | |

MONOKU#39

daylight becomes white night - hail storms my window


Details | Free verse | |

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...


Details | Haiku | |

One Winter's Starless Night

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                                                Black night starless plight
                                                   Guided internal radar
                                                      Shell glorious gift


Details | Sonnet | |

Meadows of Yellow

Yellow meadows come into view
As the spring winds gently brew
Petals sway as if they are dancing
Luring insects of many in their passing glancing

Azure blue skies look down on the green
Whilst sporadic clouds, drift in and out of the scene
Gentle trickles of water from the winters snow
Meander through the meadows from the heights to below

A scent of anew wafts through the air
As i turn three sixty, all i can do is stare
All that i see is of beauty and free
These vistas of nature just fill me with glee

 

Inspired by Linda-Marie's " Softly Springing " poem

 

http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/poetry-soup-3.php


Details | Haiku | |

The Dance of the Veils

.








Pervert autumn rules Rusty trees strip ochre leaves Sap has been drawn out
. .


Details | I do not know? | |

The Beach

The wide open sea
Such a beautiful blue,
Bordered by cliffs
Made quite a view.
The sand was golden
And soft to the touch,
The type of luxury
That I'd miss so much.
The sky was clear
With not a cloud in sight,
Sure to remain
Till the dead of night.
Colourful pebbles and shells
Lay smooth and shiny,
Varying in size
From small to tiny.
Dazziling beaches 
And a tropical sun,
All the ingredients 
Of my holiday fun.


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Haiku | |

A Fish

Fish remains restless
At the bottom of the sea
Exploring sea life


Details | Haiku | |

Crashing Waves

Crashing and roaring,
As they fall onto the sand,
With dark blue waters.


Details | Monoku | |

MONOKU #5

the snow covers the pasture - the haystacks disappear


Details | Haiku | |

A SHIMMERING LUSTER

In spring sunlight won't 
penetrate the dense forest,
while the redwoods grieve...


Their flat, sharp leaves are 
dull, a shimmering luster  
gives them full life again...


The oaks suffocate,
their new branches can't spread out:
their wish suppressed... 
 

Moss-covered hemlocks
thrive, clinging to a vain hope:
no birds' song they hear...


Forests confine lakes,
embellishing their lush landscapes:
shading eagles' nests... 


The cherry birches
have a shimmering luster,
they droop before dusk...  


Entered in Raul's Moreno contest, " Solace in Nature "

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Haiku | |

The Beach

- Summer Daze
Warm sun is shining,
Salt air cleanses my senses…
Counting grains of sand.

- The Coming
Fresh breeze on my face,
Rushing waves breaking over…
Non-descript foot prints.

- Uneasy Perspective
Restless is my soul,
Birds flying to field’s inland…
Storm shutters are closed.

- Awakening
Hazy dreams surface,
Renewal of faith begins…
Take out the garbage.

...(Summer, Fall, Winter, Spring)


Details | Concrete | |

The Ocean

A mystery 
dripping
swallowing
gurgling
slurping 
always moving
but going no where
though beautiful
terrifying in every way
love it
hate it
admire it
shun it
all in all
it's actions are uncertain
it  floats about
giving life
receiving life
taking life
it makes the cycle complete
never responding to question
the leader of all existence
without it we are lost
with it we think we are safe 
but are we?
should we be afraid?
what will it do next?
swallow us whole?
we have no way of knowing
what we know
is that it's buzzing
waiting for the right time
to make us aware 
but the problem is
we dont know what to be aware of
and that's what should scare us


Details | Light Poetry | |

Beautiful World

Beautiful World



Look at the Stars in the night sky, they are so
radient and bright,they bring joy and real delight 
to the heart which is our inner sight.

The sky is like a black velvet sheet with the stars dazzling
like jewels making it beautiful and complete.
All stood in a ray look so magnificent and neat.

The Sun is a golden  ring in the sky that sheds warmth and light
upon our beautiful world each day is a pleasure to behold to
the human eyes the window of the mind, all these wonderous treasures
and beauty we seek to find as the one who created them must be awesome
and truly kind.

The Depths of the sea is a vision of peace and tranquilty it is serene
pure and clean. Creatures of the sea are devine and  incredibly beatuiful
especially to me.

There is beauty all around the world in every place in the universe there are sights
to see that you would never imagine the sunsets,beaches and the underworld creatures
are all awesome features that give insight to the one who created them for us to enjoy and care for.


Details | Narrative | |

THE REDWOOD TREES IN MY FOREST

On a dusty and narrow path dwarfed by the enormous
redwood trees, which have conquered all of the soft-blue sky;
I walk and I'm astonished by the tallest of them all! 
Winter has left and the snows begin to melt away, to invite a lovely butterfly
to perch on wildflowers like aspens and mountain daisies swaying at the foothill;
and right beyond them, granite cliffs gloriously shine like those
northern mountains' peaks dabbed with spring snow;
oh, yesterday they were invisible to the blinking eye!



I stroll underneath groves of sequoia and white fir, and see myself really small;
and these giant trees encircling me, will lament how they shiver when they're cold,
and sad when battered by the storm; how they'll strive for lack of space and sunlight,
but wildfires may cause destruction and leave this forest barren and arid! I fix my glance
upward, and I start spinning and whirling in the stylish manner of an experienced dancer,
and they spin along with me, in a soft crescendo, never falling down with an awkward thud!  
I continue walking and admiring the majestic view of a creation, too inspiring and sublime,
which was hidden from these very eyes...to make their discovery more exciting and fun!



Who hasn't seen the redwood trees in my forest? Come along and satisfy your curiousity;
these trees have more stories to tell more than a victorious warrior galloping his horse away;
and for decades, they have seen greedy hands cut them down without regard or mercy...
depleting nature of its internal richness, and when it rains, floods corrode its terrain!
Imagine what the earth will become without any of these, adorning it with a variety of colors;
look closer, some of them are covered with thick lichen, others show a cinnamon, 
hard bark, so protect Nature with your best ability and be rewarded with amazing results!
A forest, which displays its wild and natural beauty, is a treasure like my redwood trees!    

Entered in Constance La France's contest, "A walk to remember" 

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Haggis " ever caught one? "

Welcome world as you read this poem

Its about the Haggis

Scottish Highlands they roam

 

The lowland Haggis with legs the same

Evolution from the Highlands they came

 

But the truer beasts, rarely in sight

Run through the hills left and right

 

With one set of legs longer than the other

On the steep Scottish slopes

They don't fall over

 

With the world in recession 

We have a tourist boom

Highland Safari's

Have lifted the gloom

 

So book now to catch your own

Take a photo, email it home

So come the summer, they hibernate

Get on that plane, before its too late


Details | Fibonacci | |

IRIS AWKES

Scent 
of
lilies
fills the room-
all our senses bloom


Details | Haiku | |

Sycamore Confusion

.                                        ~
                          Lone brown leaf still clings

                       as new sprouts of green appear....

                             Fall and spring collide
                                          ~




Re-submitted for the Haiku Seasons contest
Sponsored by Abe Lopez


Details | Free verse | |

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
 


Details | Sonnet | |

Sonnet About Georgia USA

Seeing as how Georgia has mountains
That rise above the beautiful coast
Mountains gather snow some winter morns
Helen is quietly nestled there

Gold was found in those hills long ago
Still being mined today in Dalton
The blasts are felt at night__slight rumble
Gold awaits__the huge vein there they say

Down at coast awaits a day of play
Fun in the sun or boat ride on marsh
See the Dolphins greeting dance at river
Savannah Beach for a day or stay

Georgia has variety mountains high
Coastal plains____I can not complain


Details | Rhyme | |

Spirit of the Dunes

The sun fades towards the west	
The loving beauty of our star in sunset is expressed
The majestic mountains expanding past horizon trees and beaches that are by sea caressed 
All by the divine power behind the sun are blessed 

Any time soon
Appears the blue visage of full moon
It illuminates the mysterious dune
Cool breeze carries sea and mountain fragrance in this transcendent night of June

The sea holy is just a small flower yet hand behind it puts in ecstasies 
Because as much as sea holy has many copies
There is only one spirit among hollies
That is extended soul and by it formed neural tree has no boundaries

That neural flame and its version of nonlinearity
It is the testament of this spirits adaptability
And its acuity 
But there is more to its dexterity 

Soul of the just has many windings 
Choosing the right destiny is one of spirit’s of dunes blessings 
He can decipher the divine writings 
And with it his soul will be as pure as one of wellsprings 


Details | Haiku | |

Someone Tries To Make

someone tries to make
hole in a sea, water breaks
silent anger waves


Details | Haiku | |

Not Giving In

lights peek thru dark clouds
watching, me against the sea 
i won't give my catch


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Rhyme | |

To Be Free

Hear the rain upon the window seal, See the flash of the lighting, Shutting my eyes to dream of Being that rain falling unto the soft soil below, Soaking into the ground flowing freely Throughout earth’s various underground destinations. Dreaming of being that lightning, Flashing so bright to light up the whole nighttime Sky, Striking down showing my Powerfulness letting it fade’ away with A ferocious bang leaving the ground shaking below me, Yes a dream it is to be that wonderful rain, Or be that magnificent lightning upon the dark blue sky. To wish to be every stormy night to come so I shalt know how it is, To become so free and let the world, see me for me.


Details | Haiku | |

GLITTERY SPECTACLE

Deep ocean darkness
lucid stars as small fireflies
splendor of midnight


Entered in Brian Strand's Poetry Of The Noun contest 

Copyright 210 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Quatrain | |

TEPID BREEZE, LULL ME TO SLEEP

Tepid breeze, lull me to sleep
on this grass softer than hay;
all the aches make my brittle bones weak,
they need rest, not asking my body to wander away... 


And if I fall asleep, I would like every star, spotting me.
to keep watch;  and should the owls, hiding amid the shadows
of the hickories, emit very scary and strange sounds
and fix their vicious eyes on me, angels will guard me...


No harm will come to me from those treacherous evil spirits,
and by just invoking His Holy Name, it will prevent any attack on me;
and my light can be seen from far, this light which strengthens me:
and while praying alone, I will hear the fluttering of cherubs' wings...


Tepid breeze, lull me to sleep,
and without the lovebirds' song, something must
replace that harmony when a sudden rush of fear:
slowly and uninvitingly seeps into my throbbing chest...


And would I let any noise spoil this peace,
to allow distrust lessen my courage and let hope cease?
I am endowed with  the faith of the martyrs that evil men are afraid of hearing;
come Satan, try to deceive me:  the Holy Spirit will abide with me 'till my awakening...


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Sestina | |

AN ENRICHING EVENT

I ask for nothing,
just relying on Providence;
surprisingly I will experience
an enriching event
that fate has sent...
does anybody wonder why I sing?



I age, and furthermore I feel younger;
wrinkles appear to attest their reminder
that my troubles are of another sort,
and despite more unpleasant occurrences confirming my tort:
these upheavals are raging storms that will soon pass,
and this phase is the ultimate test!



Destiny, unfold this enriching event,
and usher in an age of contentment;
the vitality of these years don't reflect fragility:
resolute and strong, hopeful and diligent...
I can face any hurdle and defy tragedy,
and the hardest challenge is finding trust!  
 


An enriching event was predicted in my natal chart  
and astrologers are putting much effort in their research,
to assure me that a better tomorrow is coming;
and should I place my total trust in them,
and catch a rare glimpse and be content...
but Who has given me a last chance at living?



I could never be guided by the unpredictable stars,
what I am amazed about them:  is their mysterious glimmer,
but fortune and wealth is the damnation of the sinner,
of that one cursing God for all the plagues and sorrows
inflicted upon them...to punish them for all that was taken without honor
and appreciation;  and wouldn't they envy the one opening the golden door?



My harvest is finally ripe, and spacious fields offer their abundant fruits,
every bird has a more sonorous song to make me feel vibrantly alive:
o larks and nightingales, let your joyful ode reach the Heavens above!
My blessings have been too numerous to be counted and this joy exalts 
Him with a gratefulness that is equal to every breath I inhale and exhale;
when peace blends with silence:  a realistic Heaven is an enriching event!


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Sonnet | |

Desert Moon

Created, desolated, resurrected and even in reverse, 

You are a transformation under a Sun drenched day. 

Beckoned or heralded you climb above a beaming ray, 

Bristles of your hair shall glow and many are perverse. 

  

Shuffled, hurdled, corner-stoned and even immerse, 

You are a salvation upon a Mountain leading a way. 

Stripped or naked you run below an endless cache, 

Light inside of you shall outpour so all will disperse. 

  

The collectors shall find, 

Lost on a course in time, 

Many stranded or behind, 

Many with no unjust crime! 

  

Jacked up, a ripped off, a maniac or just downright a true blue loon, 

Still remaining is a red flaming shield up under a sacred desert Moon. 

  



Details | I do not know? | |

The Days When Sun Came to Play

It amazes me what warmth is set free,
On long summer days all spent in play,
By a smile, and chuckle and a promise to stay. 

Standing in awe at the amber sea, 
Are father, mother, daughter and son, 
Staring out where all day, Sun had shone. 

Before it hides away from the night,
it glares forth a challenge to Family,
"Can you make the very most of me?"

Sun peaks through the windows at dawn, 
Waking Family with a chuckle and smile,
"Are you awake, making the most of my wiles?" 

Sun follows Family's cycles to the forest  as well.
Guarding them with warmth, kissing well their city skin,
"Are you playing a game by going in and out of the dim?"

At lunch time Sun is high in the sky,
Joining in, stealing a little of Family's ice cream,
"I'm sorry, I don't mean it to seem mean!"

In afternoon Sun follows Family to sea,
Warming the water and highlighting the rocks,
"Can you see me greeting boats at the docks?"

Evening creeps in, chasing Sun away.
But as it dips down it says it's Goodnight,
"Bless you all 'till tomorrow, I'll wake you early and bright!"


Details | Blank verse | |

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 lies of unwanted,
unworthy.
Soul scurvy
was every thought 
in mind
and heart.

But I start again
knowing love is all that is eternal.
Even as a kernel of truth infects
this barren field of mine,
another line is drawn
in the dirt between
lie and truth.
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...


Details | I do not know? | |

No Escape 7-1-01

                                                  As I stand with my feet in the sand
                                                  the peaceful water reaches out its hand.


                                                  As if telling me to come in
                                                 and leaving this place filled with sin.


                                                I walk to the shore
                                                Planning to leave this world
                                                Forevermore.
                                               The calm sea stirs
                                                and this place isn’t it was before.

                                                       There is no way
                                                       There is no escape.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Sea Level Is Rising

The Sea Level Is Rising

By Elton Camp

Back in the 1950s when I was a child
That sea level would rise seemed wild

Even those who thought that it might
Centuries into the future set that fright

It was only a concern for some distant day
But the reality has already come our way

The way polar ice melts at a faster rate
The problem will worsen early, not late

It is those who live very close to the coast
That from the disaster will suffer the most

Southern Florida may vanish into the sea
And we aren’t sure how soon that may be

Entire island nations are likely to disappear
Massive relocations we now have to fear

Those living inland in pleasure may grunt
For their property may become waterfront


Details | Narrative | |

I'm Just What Your Looking For

since the year of 1952 the city of st paul Minnesota holds
their annual treasure hunt the king and queen of snows
goes out to a city park and hides a medallion worth
10,000 dollars if you are the winner and your carnaville
button is register with the st paul pioneer press
which gives out 12 cryptic clues and this little medallion
could be wrapped in just about anything from diapers to cookies 
and the frigid weather here just may make you want to just
stay by the fireplace and sip on hot coco with family and friends
even lucky finder gets to ride along with the king and queen of snow
in the closing ceremony of it's torchlight parade
also watch out for the vulcans krewe for they like to dethrone the king
and leave you with a black smudges across your sweet cheeks





Tribute To The Winter Carnaville
BURRRRRRRRRRR LOL

Carnaville runs
Jan 21-31 

Also Entry For
Carolyn Devonshire's
Christmas In Your Town Contest


Details | Free verse | |

salt marsh~ (a syntu)

marsh
hear the rattle of the clapper rail
buffer of strong seas
grassy refuge of the great egret
wetlands


Details | Rhyme | |

If I Were an Ocean:

If I were an ocean...
Would you sail upon me?

If I were a diamond...
My sparkle you'd see?

If I were a raindrop...
Would you wish me dry?

If I were a shoe lace...
My strings would you tie?

If I were a hummingbird...
Would you hum along?

If I were a melody....
Would you help write our song?

If I were true love in all of it's glory...
Would you share your torn heart, 
could you tell of it's story?

For without you, I could, would not know...
My soul would be dark, and empty, so cold.

So when the dew falls, early morn', with
the sun rise...
You will recognize your soul, when you 
see through my eyes.

If Iove was our ocean...
I'd ebb and you'd tide.

Perfect waves forming...
Rushing under blue skies.





Details | Rhyme | |

Sunny Rays

Sunny rays across the field,
Trees acting as a shield,
Cattails blowing in the breeze,
If you get too close, you'll feel the need to sneeze.

Sunny rays dancing in the meadow,
Illuminating ev'rything, except in shadow.
The smell of seasalt in the air,
Aroma and wind whipping my hair.

Sunny rays throughout the clearing,
Doe and deer nearing;
Coming close to drink from the lake,
Careful and alert with each step they take.

Sunny rays, sunny rays,
Animals playing during the days.


Details | Haiku | |

Rub Those Winter Eyes

True revelation New birth; green wonder enshrouds The world awakens


Details | Rhyme | |

Planet Earth

From outer space I am very small,
Compared to everyone in all,
But I am very unique in one way,
That totally de feats them all.
I am the only one with life, humans and plants.
I contain one of every kind; oceans, mountains and wonders too,
Which form me when they are all combined.


Details | Quatrain | |

A guiding light!

Prism's shining
Guiding the way 
The haunting of horns 
On lighthouse bay!


Details | Senryu | |

Hawaiian Sand

Feet on black beaches
bits of history, lava sand
igniting burnt soles.


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Lanterne | |

LENT

The 
whale shark
carcass sinks-
the crabs end their
fast.


Details | Rhyme | |

SEASONS

What's life without seasons?
We wouldn't admire any sea! 
Balmy breezes delight every nose,
starry evenings are the ones
we await while stars come on.   
What's the purpose of seasons?
Which one is prettier than this one? 
The one that our daughters and sons
love when surfing on waves to ease
the stress of daily living venturing into the sea! 


Details | Rhyme | |

TIE DOWN

With Winter, now the poacher's chain releases
while the hunters vane, their aptitude increases,
as still the mind sets edging, fate's receipt
the wait on wait, to kill mundane, bears thesis!

No thought of vestige pride, the eye beseeches
the game is theirs, the Bible's cry 
the Earth is Man's therein the tie, 
ties down the conscience, gives it tithe!

Tied down by glory, hunt or die
the boisterous story, ego's rely
Tied down,  the creature spared to buy
another hunter's license ~ my!

The State does benefit from the pie,
the same as taxing whiskey, rye
tied down, the Indian's wrestling wit
keeps watching, man to man ~ remit!

Once open prairie, now in script
tied down by rules, bit by bit!
this fetish bond, tied down to death
the hunter's choice, the home's rejoice!

Claim not the ground, you surly voice
tie down your weapon, your exploit
and let it wander o'er your soul
in season's squander of remorse!

No guilt, no envoy, no gun's force
NO HUNTING ~ Read my sign . . . ENDORSE!


Details | Narrative | |

The Hurricane

The hurricane, so viscous, so violent!
Yes, it must rain.
This force is behind, 
This force beyond!
Yet, finally it came.
The winds, clever and dangerously rough,
Please measure this poll.
Dark clouds consume the heavenly skies, capturing ones soul.
With a love so hard, yet, a love much too cold!
Our world now spins, hopeless and out of control!
You are you and I am me,
Together, our climates capture and debate this Sea.
These winds are too strong, our sky so dark and dim.
Stricken with fear, too afraid to release what is deep within.
The storm is here, so grab onto your soul! 
Yet, beware! This one is fearless and this one we share.
Scream its name and it shall cry its love,
For it be you, far beyond the heavens above!
Hold your strength with a grip so tight,
That storm will surely break, so where’s your fight?
This hurricane can surely hold its own.
Our little world can and will be shown.
Our damage is as our damage does,
Surely this tiny world isn’t our just and only cause!
You hold that thought and forever we shall be,
True love bound and forbidden to set itself free,
Held within you and deep within me,
This love was meant forever, 
One day this you shall see!
This hurricane loves, yet, 
It wills to hate,
The forbidden fruit conquered by its very own fate.
Give your seeds, but stand your ground. 
Forever in this world!
For once we shall not be lost, but found.            

®Registered: Ann Rich 1997                                           


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Crystalline | |

sequence-COLOUR FIELD

Shadows flicker across my eye
blown on the wind,a brown butterfly

Hot summer days,wing into view
with an admiral and holly blue

Meadow brown,peacock and skipper
welcome pollen dusted,day-tripper

Art in flight,we so briefly see
conserved by us,their steward-trustee


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Narrative | |

RAIN FALLING IN OCTOBER

It's so mild in the quite suburbs
with rain falling in October,
and unable to sleep, I face 
insomnia for certain;
rain, keep on falling and let me hear
that steady, pelting sound on
the closed windows....a melody for
the saddest song should be written.


I must choose the right mood,
a minor scale to match this melancholy,
and a slow tempo growing into a crescendo,
and I could even throw in a scherzo;
and transport it with a C Major to smooth
some sadness out of the melody,
which tomorrow somebody
will hum, or whistle by learning the easy tune.


Hoping this song will be a hit,
thanks to the falling rain 
in October for the sudden inspiration...
when I couldn't think of anything else!
Wishing the rain would stop at six,
so I could see the rising sun across
the eastern sky and listen to the lark
that built his nest under my windowsill.


It's past sunrise, and the shimmering clouds hesitate to leave,
and with nothing to look forward to... I must believe
that the rain falling in October, 
can teach me the game of solitaire;
and pinned against my warm pillow,
I don't have anything to share but sorrow!
Flap your wide wings, friendly lark and repeat my song,
note by note; and without a lead sheet, I can't play it for very long...


Copyright by Andrew Crisci


Details | Couplet | |

FOLLOWING A TRAWLER

A bevy of gulls in a sea-fowl cloud
In fellowship,squabble,whispering loud.

An American doublet


Details | Rhyme | |

STILL BEING FAITHFUL

Still being faithful and serenely living,
ignoring the self-made gods ranting...
unafraid of them whose soul is too bitter:
I am at peace in the mist of turmoil and fear.


Still being faithful, angering the wicked hearts too wild:
their faith and kindness have been replaced by their pride,   
and on those virtues I have built my character and shaped it with purity...
have they lifted up their eyes and prayed on their knees with humility? 


My winters aren't too harsh when His warm breath melts the deep snow,
'though my spring is far away, this sweet prayer is offered with a bow.    


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | I do not know? | |

Reflections Within My Child

As I feel you grow sweet sour child
It makes me calm with waves of wild
The moods of wind' will change our ocean
And storms pass by when your eyes become open

The fear of change my waters' cover
My fullest of genda exposed to my lover
I start to disfigure as you build your shell
Your health in return I wish in your well

I look deep within and imagine your feature
And shadows appear with silhouettes of my Creature
The weight of worry lifted from my mind
As you float to surface and your figure I find

When I hurt do you cry Like a sea with Emotion
Or a devil disguised And you give all such potion
You reveal all you are when your sea heads Shore
Then my raindrops will wash my love to Pour

Summons of passion formed my baby within
A reflection of love upon my mirrors of sin
Washed away through my desire and love
My heavenly being from the heavens above

No evil compares to our faith within he
We are Gods children - an image of thee
My child but an angel plays a song of time
The atmosphere whistles when our bodies combine 

The depth of my body you need to survive
My breath and my blood will keep you alive
You will have your own instinct so I wait as your tutor
The one who gives life will decide on your future


Details | I do not know? | |

A Gift

The sand beneath my toes glistens brightly with hope
As the crisp cool air gently kisses my cheek

The wind softly lulls an enchanting tune
The lull of the waves encaptures my soul

I clutch in my palm
A tiny token of life

A gift from nature
Pure innocent and white

It needs no other
No touch no sound

A pearl so delicate and perfectly round.


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Haiku | |

When The Mountains Hum

when the mountains hum
the seas awaken, sending
waves against the rock 


Details | Acrostic | |

Winters Adornment

While in the midst of a midnight storm,
I saw the blizzard grow strangely dark.
Never had I seen this awesome form.
That raged placing an indelible mark.
Even though I lived a half a century,
Releasing of power stuck in memory.
Slowly it ceased upon the break of day.

Animal like attitude played all night.
Daylight broke and from my first sight.
Ocellus objects appeared to surround.
Realistic, crystal shapes making no sound.
Nature’s glory of white stood all around.
Making my eyes see buried colors abound.
Evangelical shrouds covered, by the pound.
Now I know what I lost; now I have found.
Truth in beauty, winter’s adornment crowned



For Laura Mckenzie's contest.


Details | Monoku | |

Snow

.


            Snow gives definitive outline to dark water as it courses to sea

                                          


Details | Haiku | |

Island Paradise

twisted rope hammock
between two coconut trees~
sun browned men cast nets


Details | Verse | |

Sand Key Sentiments

Swam today indifferent
with my toes sunk in the sand
with the sun soak insufficient
as coquina's bit my hand

I'm a fish meant for the water
born a land locked sailor's daughter
In the sea is half my vision
split between my indecision

So I charge my soul-ar lighting
at the place I find inviting
where the fishermen are ancient
and the hiding fish are patient

Swim I will again indifferent
bend my head down through the sea
Pluck the shells I find endearing
Leave a photograph of me.


Details | Rhyme | |

As i Sit Here on This Rock

My Dear,
 
As i sit here on this rock, and look out at the sea
These waters now grey and calm, that took you away from me
 
Another stormy night, down the Californian coast
Your ship lies torn and twisted, while the reaper quietly toasts
 
Tomorrow i will start, a new day in my life
For on this note i write, to have been proud to be your wife
 
My darling i give to you, this letter on the waves
While my words are flowing true, my heart for you still craves


My entry for Brian Strand's contest " My Dear "



http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/poetry-soup-2.php


Details | Verse | |

Velvet gown faceted as a gemstone

Night and day rythmic crash of the sea
Reflection of the red sunset in his eyes
Extended into the ocean from the coast 
Summer sea Spring storms biting wind
Sun on  water shone like brilliant jewels
Long dark  skirts trailing on stone steps
Rustic gown green overtunic amber silk
Long drawn breath crackle of fire glances
Distant sounds festive drums celebration


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Free verse | |

Regenerated hope

Regenerated hope, 
as new birth of nature 
begins to spring forth 
with warmth.


Details | Haiku | |

I'm Just Glowing

                                            apricot roses
                                glowing in near dusk lighting
                                           with dark foliage


Details | Haiku | |

Clear And Present Danger

clear present danger
what is one to do but - then
to submerge great depths


Details | Free verse | |

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!


Details | I do not know? | |

WEAVES

Weaves with such ease 
Eternal seas and suns into One
Avenues of harmless fun
Venture in, the surfs up some.
Equal marks of day and night 
Shorter ways to the longest light
Seems to save time…
Eave emits a Vernal rhyme
Venture into my mind.
Autumn signals the same
Eternally we see without shame
We ARE the intended perfection

Of God’s most loving devotion
We are Creation.

Winter Solstice
Equinox
Autumnal
Vernal
Equinox
Summer Solstice


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Personification | |

Palms by the Sea

Oh this Sea from left to right,
How my mind gathers your visions to my sight.
You clouds stray from over here to over there,
And my lungs fill deep as they gather you into my air.
I am the neutral zone with all of my love that I share
The “Palms by the Sea” give my visions their true light!
In each I can see myself inside of a seemingly height.
The Palms by the Sea are my only solemn oath I fight!
 Up inside of the tallest tree I shall surely come,
Your Earth, your Moon and your Sun I shall make them all come undone!
I am you as you breathe my life and it is your love that I shall proclaim in the moment I seize!
Up inside of you I am proclaiming my every single genuine need.
The “Palms by the Sea” guard the shores for my more, my all, or even none!


®Registered: Ann Rich 1997



Details | Haiku | |

Atlantic Waves

The churning waters
Just off of Halifax coast
Choppy defiance


Details | Haiku | |

Cough It Up

deep in the valley
cumulus congestus skies
coughing up a storm



Also Entry For 
Raul Moreno's 
Inspiration In Haiku Contest


Details | Senryu | |

Seasons

There are five of them
Summer, winter, spring, fall and
The blessing season.


Details | I do not know? | |

Tomorrow is Another Day

The first snow of the year, fell hard and fast
Creating a winter wonderland to last
Snow flakes  danced as wispy winds blew
Snow drifts piled three feet high and flew
Capturing the view so breathtaking, I could've cried
Misting eyes held, by nature’s design, 
A beautiful scenery as those seen in dreams
The schools were closed, the theaters too
Most stayed at home, hardly a soul on the streets
Tall oak branches laden with snow
Gave in to gravity’s continuous pull
The power was out, all restaurants closed
Salt trucks, front end loaders plowed the roads
The fireplace lit brought much glow and warmth
When sleep strolled in, I laid down to dream, and
Thought, “tomorrow is another day”.


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raptor

capably balanced
wing form swept from curling wave
certain of heaven


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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


Details | Crystalline | |

sequence-THE PERFUMED GARDEN

Scents to mingle in summer heat,
Jasmine,Honeysuckle, bittersweet.

The perfumed petals ,paperwhite
first intoxicate,then delight.

Lilies waxing in summer light
A heady fragrance to fill the night


Details | Rhyme | |

Hurricane Katrina

Awesome power is it natures wrath
To devastate all in its path
Twisters, winds driving rain
Leaves no place to look the same
 
In a way as it gathers pace
Never in a human place
Hidden killer out at sea
Land urge where it wants to be
 
Building strength, gathers speed
To destroy any breeds
The one i recall in this worlds arena
This phenomenon called Hurricane Katrina
 
Louisiana, New Orleans
Was subject by one so mean
Her awesome might hammers home
We are not on this world alone
 
The sights viewed all around the world
Natures torture from her living swirl
To consternate these Southern Lands
The rains and winds spew from her glands
 
The aftermath and splatter view
Killed so many, survivors few
City blocks submerged and broken
A legacy of natures token
 
New Orleans Jazz continues to play
Although nature won this day
Resilient folks, awesome place
Human nature won this race
 
Undercover we will rise
But in mother nature we will not despise
She gives us life, we share her hope
To view her strength, we can not gloat.


Details | Rhyme | |

Star

Once upon a time,
I wished upon a star,
That very little star,
Went very, very far,
It went over all the mountains,
It went through all the seas,
It went across all the canyons,
It went through all the trees,
I guess you want to know what I wished for,
I wished it a wonderful life,
A life of adventure and risk,
I wished it prosperity and no strife.


Details | Choka | |

Old Man Winter {Choka}

winters foliage
blankets trees and grassy knolls
water runs amidst

towering white pines
standing in complete solace
above canyon ridge

melting ice pellets
pumps from bleeding hearts vineyard 
sowing escalates





So Glad Winter Is Over   LOL


New Entry  For Raul Moreno's
Sounds Of Nature Contest

GL All


Details | Haiku | |

Beautiful Landscape

Beautiful landscape
Of white page and bluish quill
For man to conserve


Details | Rhyme | |

OKLAHOMA

Oklahoma is not so bad
living with my mom and dad.
Blue, blue skies
bright sun in my eyes.

Wind blowing with furosity,
yes these are the things I see.
Tornados circling through the plains,
hail crashing through my window panes.

Violent lightning striking the ground,
thunder crashing all around.
Then the storms pass on by,
leaving us to wonder why.

Gentle feathered bird in flight,
soaring off into the light.
Bright sunny days back again,
once more watching the blowing wind.


Details | I do not know? | |

Life

Life in a way is like 
Being born on an island,
Far away within one of many oceans.
Life is like sailing through 
Times of different emotions.

Life itself is like being lost,
Yet you know where you are anyway.
Living life itself is like 
Being solely alive: surviving waves
That came in your drifting ways.

Living your life is like letting
The moon and the tides embrace you,
Carrying you up and down,
Even further, so further away.

Life’s always constantly changing
Wherever you float and swim into.
Life in a way can drown you.
Blessed enough to be washed ashore
Onto an island that is empty.

Living through it all
Suddenly turns out to mean
It wasn’t all for nothing.
Living life itself is all about
Learning and eventually finding
A way of defining, expressing yourself.


Details | Free verse | |

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.





Details | Personification | |