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Namagyan Beach

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


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My Handicap Beach

My Handicap Beach


As I lay here and look out the window from our hotel at the absolutely amazing view..
It makes me wonder how something so simple creates such beauty and always seems so new..
I feel sadness for those who pass by every day and don’t think another thought about..
The beauty that surrounds them from the beach and the water with the waves washing in and out..
The lighthouse that stands unintentionally stoic and tall and lights the way for those out at sea..
And the sand that finally runs across my toes which has been a dream for so long for me…
This was only possible with the help of a loving person who got me where I needed to go…
And to whom I really hope does realize how much they have helped me in many ways to grow..
And there are always a few people that have to make a spectacle of a girl in a wheelchair..
As they walk by me and say things in a whisper as if they think I can’t hear along with a stare here and there..
If they only knew that It was one of the best days of my life and that I am feeling so relaxed and at ease..
I will take all of their comments and let them go over my head along with the beautiful breeze..
Because this morning I may have been the disabled girl on the beach which was a wonderful thing to me..
And until you learn to see the view from down in a wheelchair every day I don’t care what you think you see...
Because today my view was from the warm sand on a beach towel that was laid down just for me and was the best..
Day I have had in so long because I was no longer that poor gilt in the wheelchair and felt almost like all of the rest..
Of beach goers and comers to the new jersey shore in Atlantic City and right on the pier that is very well known..
For gambling and partying but for me it was just to feel the sand on my toes and feel like I was not handicapped if even for a few moments alone..
Coming home with my stuff in disarray the way it always is along with a few souvenirs because they are from my very first trip away from home..
I loved it so much and want to thank those who took me long on a short but awesome vacation to start me going more which I really hope..
Because it’s nice sometimes to go to places that make you feel different than the usual girl in the wheelchair always needing help from what I call in my head my proverbial rope..
Buffy Sammons


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Home is Where the Ocean Is

Summer is here once again.
The breeze is warm,
I smell salt on the wind.
The same sandy beach between my toes,
The same waters I learned to swim.
Sun burn on my nose,
To the Ocean I dive in.
I submerse myself in the waters of the Atlantic
Warmer than the West Coast Thankfully
Cold, I simply cannot handle it!
Further out I paddle faithfully,
For my mother ocean to keep me sane,
this is my therapy,
to soothe this migraine.
This place gives me energy,
a weakness with a name.
Pleasure Island, NC.
A place hidden with fortunes
and undiscovered fame.
Never could I stray from the ocean
my passions would never be fulfilled
and I would never be the same.


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


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Drugs are bad things

This is a poem and not a song.
It was written to tell you that drugs are wrong.

We see people on the streets every day.
Exhaling and inhaling their life away.

This is a poem and not a song.
It was written to tell you that drugs are wrong.

Families destroyed lives lost.
Those who take drugs will pay the cost.

This is a poem and not a song.
It was written to tell you that drugs are wrong.

If you take drugs daily you probably won't see.
What or who they they may cause you to be.

This is reality and not a song.
wrote to tell you that drugs are wrong.


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Mevlana

Did I not tell you, ‘Do not leave, for I am your friend’?
For in this mirage of nothingness I am the Fountainhead of Life!
Even if in anger you leave Me for a hundred thousand years,
in the end you will return, for I am your true Goal!

Did I not tell you, ‘Be not content with worldly form’?
For I am the fashioner of the tabernacle of your contentment!
Did I not tell you, ‘I am the Sea and you are but a single fish’?
Do not be tempted ashore, for I am your Crystal Sea!

Did I not tell you, ‘Do not fly like a bird to the snare’?
Come to Me, for I am the very Power of your flight!
Did I not tell you, ‘They will rob you and leave you numb with cold’?
But I am the Fire and the Warmth and Heat of your desire!

Did I not tell you, ‘They will taint your character,
until you forget that I am your Source of Purity’?
Did I not tell you, ‘Do not question how I direct your affairs’?
For I am the Creator without directions.

If you heart is a lamp, let it lead you to your true path.
And if you are godly, know that I am your Lord!’
Mevlana, Divan-i Shams, Ghazal 1725


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The Ocean Speaks

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


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Our Night At The Beach

Hand in hand 
walk along the beach 
Calming sounds of the ocean
feel that zephyr breeze
Secure n Content
Mind is at ease 

Cant stop smiling
never felt like this before 
In heavenly bliss 
as we lay upon the shore

The scent of his cologne
His gentle caress 
Sweet n tender kisses
Head rested against his chest

Good conversation
He stimulates my mind 
Could it be that my heart has 
finally consigned?

A moment in paradise 
It all seems so surreal 
Perfect moments like these,
are the ones that truly suffice

This may be the beginning 
of something beautifully real 
The union of two souls 
That were meant to congeal. 


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The Warm Sun


The sun is bright and warm all together

But, when we have storms you don't see it due to the bad weather,

We need the sun for our own well being

Don't look directly at it because then you won't be seeing,

The light of the sun gives us days on earth

Other wise it would be dark and humans would lurk,

Our sun is special yes indeed

Because all of us creatures that have to have it due to what we need.

Written By: Unique Poetry 2015


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Ocean

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


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Sunrise Blue

Walking on a sandy beach 
I go and hear the water preach
The water crashes
And splashes
The sun rise with a pink and purple that clash
That clash that doesn’t turn into ash
The ripples in the sky they fly so high
Laying on the beach the sand 
As smooth as a peach
That’s knows you’re on a beach  


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A Presence like the Wind

Through the doors of my heart
Her presence enters,
A trail of light, wind, and commendations
Of summer escort her footsteps
Sashaying the strands of her hourglass garment.

Impressions stretched like sunlight on a prism,
As wind whispering thru river reeds,
As cool as beach wind stroking tenderly
Across the hairs of my skin:
Beautiful enigma, my African konga

Playing your melodic rhythms on the floors of my being
Opens me to wind that is you. You, my crystal wind
Washing away brine that has been tied to the waters of my soul.
Your eyes place me in utopia, your hands bring me succour
From the muddy places that have held me in itches

Your presence is a softness
Chilling as the wind, woman.


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Love affair with Nature

  Warm sea soaked breezes tantalize our imagination of sweet love.
 
  Mother nature flowers our souls with her grace, beauty, passion for nourishing,

  leaving us with such wondrous tranquil delights.



Written for my Daughter Krista.


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I Am

I am.  
by Richard V Fraser

Who am I?

I am the mix of African maroon, Scottish, Irish, German,English, Chinese and Indian

I am the flavour in the Jerk, the curry, the roast yam, the ackee and saltfish 

I am the Mento, the Ska, the Roots the Rock the Reggae and the Dance hall

I am the sun, the sand, the trees and the breeze

I am the vibe in Negril, the splash in Mo-bay, the weekend in Ochie and the bashment in the Kingston town

I am the julie mango, the sweet sugar cane, the nice cool jelly coconut and the sweet but sour sop

I am the Marley, the Garvey, the Quarrie, Bolt and the Louise Bennett

I am the Harder they come, the Smile orange, the Dance hall Queen and the Shotas

I am the Black, the Green, the Gold

I am the Independent, the Emancipated 

I am the Proud,  I am Jamaican


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spring begining's

Spring time is near when the dawning of sun light beacons upon the horizon and the butterflies roam throughout the sky,
among sun shine rays piercing through tender vibrant flowers
as their journey to blossom began's, 
When the days linger into nights transforming the skies into shimmering stars of light, illuminating the golden specks of sand as  sprinkling ocean waves crash against  its grain,
while ripples of white water recede back into the depths of the sea,
Transcending reflections of the magnificent lights shimmering from the crisp stary sky
 AS springs just upon us. 


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beneath MY breath

hey look stop regreting and start worrying fr ua grave i say
lets just worry and forget about guns and plant all roses..
TO ALL THOSE WHO BELIEVE & WHO DON”T
TO ALL THOSE WHO SEE & WHO DON’’T
TO ALL THOSE WHO LISTEN & WHO DON’’T
TO ALL THERE & ALL HERE I HAVE A FEW WORDS TO SAY
LIFE IS A BOOK WHICH is WRITTEN BY ALMIGHTY AS WE ALL KNOW
BUT ALL WE KNOW & ALL WE DON”T IS ALL DIFFERENT
THE SUN RISES EVERYDAY FOR THE LOVE OF EARTH
THE SKY STANDS ALL THERE WITH NO STANDS & NO PILLARS
IT HOLDS A FAMILY OF STARS ALL TOGETHER
HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT WHAT IT IS ALL ABOUT
NOBODY EVER HAS DISCOVERED THE SECRET BEHIND STARS
ALL WE ARE BUSY IN RUNNING INSANE,CRYING FOR THE UNENDING DESIRES
DEFENDING OUR GOOD & BAD
BLAMING OTHERS,HOLDING A GRUDGE
TALKING OF PATRIOTISM,ACTING AS RACISTS
DIFFERENTATING & DISCRAMINATING
BEING  PRIEST’S TO WORLD & ACTING AS THUGS AT WHOLE
I LOVE THE WAY I’M ,THE WAY YOU ARE
I DON’T WANT TO BE WHO YOU ARE & HOW YOU ARE
THE SAME I EXPECT FROM YOU ALL.
IT’S INSANE WORRYING ABOUT THINGS WHICH ARE ALL OUT OF OUR CONTROL
THE BEST THING IS TO LIVE AND LET LIVE AS IT IS A BELIEF OF ALL WISE MEN
LIVE GREEN
LOVE ALL
RESPECT & YOU WILL GET IT ALL
ELSE YOU GONNA GET A FALL
THERE’Z NO FUN IN RUNNING ALL ALONE
WALK HOLDING SOME HAND,THE JOURNEY WILL B ALL BETTER
THERE’Z NO GOOD IN BUILDING THE WALLS ALL OVER
BUILD SOME BRIDGES ALL HERE & ALL THERE,AS IT WILL GET YOU NEAR& NEAR.
ITS WHEN THERE WILL BE NO FEAR & TEAR.
#L 4 ALL#HATE 4 NONE#
and that is all i feel beneath my breath.


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forgotten shell

Lost and lonely broken shell that drifts along the sea. Once was pretty but not broken. Someone crush's it with there bare  feet stomping it repeating it again and again, The ocean wash's it away with sour tears. The bitter broken soul carries those's tears within in them every day living as a sea shell that broken but wants to be fixed but can never be fixed from there broken sea shells.


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Malstrom

All the J months have arrived,
Beach time it was for me,
Carrying some excitement,
Dancing out of glee.
Eating a buffet each morning,
For a conference of a company,
Greatly residing in a hotel,
Hurrying outside when time to play,
I was stopped by the guardian,
"Just wait a moment please,
Kids should know this before they go,
Listen, please, to what I have to say.
My friend and I came here once,
Nice, young and free,
Openly my friend rushed to the sea,
' Please friend,' I said to her,
' Question before you go,
' Remember they said not to go in?'
She only laughed and said with glee,
' 'Tis I can swim easily,
' Us two can go in.'
Very soon she plunged in,
Water started to whirl and twist,
X-ing out her life,
Yelling reached my ears,
Zooming towards the waters edge,
Almost did I faint,
But my friend pushed me away,
Causing me to live,
Destroying her life.
Easily you can see now,"
Frowned the adult at the door,
"Good children shouldn't shrug off,
Hanging good advice,
Instantly losing,
Just their lives and their cost."
Kicking me out the door,
Leaving me to have fun,
Mumbling under her breath,
Noisily going off.
Only did I watch the ocean that day,
Pure, clean and wide,
Questions bouncing in my head,
Rude to ask adults.
Silently, I saw the water,
Twist, swerve and shake,
Up to find,
Victims to wring and break.






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ORCHID BY THE BEACH

So beautifuly aluring and unique
some have been attracted to her as substance
norishment if you will
others have seeked and been driven by the instinct of desire
in the end all are but victims of deception

  Like a magnet I was attracted to her
  her very being seeemed so fragile in it's existence
  I was driven by both need and desire
  I had to have her for my own
  I wanted all and got most with little resistence

A day came when she demanded more 
all my efforts to meet her demands  only ended in futility
perhaps my efforts were simply to insufficient
forced to step back to watch 
she became a prize for someone else to adore

  In time my turn came again
  with aggressiveness I presented my intents
  I challenged her very continuance with my subsequent departure
  soon in desperation I was pledging my devotions
  I exponded on her beauty and voved to repent

I continued on like a mindless insect
she seemed the same but somehow she was not
if I only knew then what I know now
she was meerely a reflection
a reflection of my own greed

  All along the beach there were many such as her
  I could have chose another
  but I did not, I could not
  change was a conceptuality of will, I had none
  such is life on the plant, some do, some don't, some have to be


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IN THE WORDS OF A GULL

The beach below....
The way the wind does blow
The sea....
A sparkling jewel of blue
All for me....


How the sun rose...
Magically everyday
Full of colour and light...
Pure screech of delight...
Things I can see
Far below....
Where I can play

Everyday...
Something new
Far below...
A jewel of blue
The sea, that I love so...
The sea....
Where I play

The wind blew...
Carried me high...
Pure screech of delight...
Above a sea...
A jewel of blue
That reflected the sun's light

The day passes so swiftly...
Darkening sight
Coming of the night...
I must return to ground...
Rest,hear that sea sound
Wait patiently for the return,
of the light

A sea....
Sparkling so blue
The beach below...
Fill my heart so
The wind can blow
All for me...
On a day,
enlightened too...

The sun....
Rose for me....
Full of colour...
Full of light...
So I could fly....
On another day

Upon a silvered wings,
polished by the sun
The day.....
Made for fun
What it can bring
For me....
Upon a sparkling sea