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.
Copyright © Andrea Rose
as i stear deeply into your eyes, i begin to drown.
your mind is open, heart is deep, your love is wet.
beautiful as the ocean sunset reflecting the waters.
the satisfaction knowing the limits i can go with you are none.
for that no telling how long this journery may last.
as i get ready to set sail, i grab upon your hand to ensure your at comfort.
sailling from late evening all through the night.
stars shining that keeps the sky lite up while your reaching up to the angels.
you begin to scream seductively as the boat rocks gently a steady movement.
no waves has yet to arrive, the ride has only began.
slow motion slow pace but oh so passionately.
you ask if ill deep sea dive, with no hesitation I go head first.
enjoying the sensory, heaven down below.
hell is above, our sins are sexual, the love is forgettable.
our bodies moving more then ever before, the waves are approaching.
as I aboard, drop the anchor you start to climax this ocean aint never felt so good.
im in you, you in the moment as the night is falling.
the sun is rising our sexual peaks are arriving.
I hold you close and look deep into your eyes once more.
as I say your love was the ocean, it was open, it was deep it was wet.
it was something to remember.
Copyright © Marquis Turner
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.
Copyright © joan woods
I would cry a river to be away from despear,
I would drink an ocean to have the aches i feel disappear.
I would reel in the moon to have the shackles removed from my feet,
And their is no mountain i wouldn't climb to stop his grinding of my teeth.
I'd walk around the world to hear the noises stop,
I'm prepared to eat the eyes of an eagle to prevent my heart attack.
Or rob a bank , or touch the sun, or cut a star in two,
I'd rather burn in fire than stay this way with you.
I would tour the ocean floors, tear my heart out of my chest,
Take a bullet to my head, Or drill a whole through my left breast.
If it would take away the turmoil, and wash the mud from my brain
And cleanse my heart of impurities, like a treasure washed clean by rain.
Or if it would shine the sun, that would in turn warm my heart,
And melt away this icebox, that turned me cold and torn apart.
I'm desperate to erase the memories, of hurt and loveless times,
Of empty dreams and promises, of things that were never mine.
Just tel me what to, no matter how impossible it may seem,
I just want this feeling to be over, I want the reality of my lifelong dream.
Copyright © Jody-Ann Beckford
me and the sea,
on a nice day.
The open sea,
see its beauty,
I'm so happy,
your here always.
Copyright © verlena dillard
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
He stimulates my mind
Could it be that my heart has
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.
Copyright © Beverly Vera
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.
Copyright © Caitlin Feely
And when the time had come
Back to the earth from which she came
Comforted by her love
Death doesn't seem so grave
Even though she is not here
Follow the sound of the ocean
God is with her .......
Here, there and everywhere
Copyright © Molly Cooper
Know how her eyes are ocean blue,
Aroma of ocean mist,
Supple lips I often suffer to
Subtle waves of emotion
You crave the with holding
Everything in your sea,
Not drowning you see,
Go figure you'll be
Ecstatic to see
Laughter in an ocean breeze.
Don't be scared of deceit
I'll tame the waters beneath
No regret for the peace,
Got to cherish my plea,
Everything that you want
Remember I've got it..... believe.
Copyright © Rob Schulteis
Three years ago in Éire was the last time I was free,
I used to own a boat there, and roam an Emerald sea,
by the herald of a sunset that made all the shadows flee,
shadows older than the sunset, as old as the black oak tree;
"it's not until the body dies, the soul is bid go free",
the shadows cast by lonliness seemed to whisper, quietly,
the theft of time is sought there, a consensual burglary,
and the moonlight on the darkling water, glistened solemnly,
as the waves lapped round my ankles on the shore of the emerald sea;
Now nothing in this shallow world means anything to me,
Back again on dry land now, bound by lock and key,
left rotting in this dungeon - lost - as though by royal decree,
into those gleaming waters cast, were both the lock and key,
- the shadows cast by lonliness rise up and swallow me -
the theft of time is fought for here, a cruel irony,
where time takes forever and forever, or so it seems to me,
deep hidden in the forest of the past, for at least an eternity,
bound in idleness and darkness - even as the old oak tree.
Copyright © Paul Allen