Life Saving Rain
Life saving rain, drops splattering about
Indians in drought sought it with a dance.
Falling on tin roof, water from a spout
Every dripping hymn, giving sleeping trance.
Saving crops, the farmers to it give prayers
And seeds awaiting blooming sweet relief.
Vast seas depending upon rain's showers
Inca priests killed for it, in deep belief.
Now we know, rain often heavenly sent
God washes this flower garden he built.
Rain renews, as its dear gifts are soil-spent
And we blithely pollute it with no guilt.
Indians honored their rain-god with glee
Not ignoring that gift, like you and me!
Acrostic sonnet, (LIFE SAVING RAIN)
Perfect tens, perfect 100 words, rhyming
Syllables Per Line:
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Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 100
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015
Lingering waves surge into the shore.
Ominous glory, it rages for a score.
Vivacious peaks beautify its core.
Each one different, then the one before,
Once you have seen the power it holds.
From then on, the greatness unfolds.
Terrifyingly beauty raptures your mind.
Hearing its sounds enthralls us to find.
Earnest thoughts we once left behind.
Oceans beauty is spellbinding at dusk.
Creating fresh aroma, sometimes musk,
Every day delivering, treasures of mollusk.
After a day at the ocean, you may enjoy cusk.
Not one person denies the beauty so brusk.
Copyright © cecil hickman | Year Posted 2009
My motherland, the land of four colors, the land of sweetness
As is described by its rich history, filled with wars and battles
United it stands today, giving freedom to each and every son of its soil
Revered as the land of the sun, sea and sand, the beaches, the golden skin
It is where was found the lost Dodo, killed till its last by those hungry colonizers
The land where I took birth, the land I admire, the land away from which I shall not survive
Imagination pours strongly in every corner of this island, be it in songs or in poetry
Unmistakably the jewel of all the Indian Ocean
Sweet is its fragrance, sweet is its beauty, my homeland it is!
A small retreat surrounded by the blue lagoon
Loved by all those who upon seeing its nature, do swoon!
Copyright © Anoucheka Gangabissoon | Year Posted 2014
I'd watch the waters of the bay
mingle with the rocks and sand.
Failing stars misted in gray
Again fail to illuminate that strand.
Lovers Point won't understand.
Lonely people seem to like it there.
I watched them all as they passed by--
Nodding to my equals there,
Gentle ones who came to tearless cry...
For what? Only the rocks know why.
One night I left that lonesome band;
Reaching out to you I touched love's flame.
You held me close and took my hand.
Once 'twas a lonely place of pain,
Until you gave Lover's Point back it's name.
LOVERS POINT REVISITED
I stood above the misty shore,
My time was short as it was late,
And watched the reflections once more--
lover's Points nocturnal state--
Our meeting place of misread fate.
Nice it was when we were there,
Except there's no more 'you and I'.
Only a memory of a brief affair,
Not lasting long as it went awry.
Cold and dark: Lover's Point's sky.
Every so often it seems to me
My life is like the waves off the shore:
One special person comes near to me,
Retreats again, is then no more.
Even the Point knows not what for.
Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2014
Sun warmed the noon air, as
Umbrellas gave a shade to girls in bikinis.
Marvel of nature was visible with ocean waves
Made, as they moved with vigor.
Everyone around the scene had something worth
Remembering, for the rest of their lives!
Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2014
Polyphagia on board is forbidden and not welcome ---------- when
Everybody knows that should we ran out of food ---------- crickets
Probably will not feed us anyhow and most of us will ---------- cry
Pensive about victuals whilst starving madly. No ---------- seamen
Ever should go through famine. That's why we must ---------- stop
Relapsing into gluttony in this ship. I approve of ---------- yodeling.
Pepper spray is going to be one of the ---------- calamities
Any glutton will endure as a punishment. Thus, ---------- every
Real seafarer will chant these words now: ---------- "Bearded
Captain wants no fressing within his ship! Yes, ---------- captain!
Every single gob will ration the food. Frugality is a ---------- must!
Lashes and pepper spray those who fail shall ---------- undergo!"
Copyright © Ivo Cosentino | Year Posted 2014
Inhaling The Sea
I found her walking the sandy shoreline.
N othing on , naked and she was so fine
H eaven must have dropped this angel down
A s I felt the sea wrap us in a soft gown.
L ove seared us together, never to ever part
I heard this vision whisper into my heart.
N ever my love , never send my love away
G iving in to the sweetest taste of her play.
T he sea sent aroma of its love flavor to me
H er smiles soon brought out this sweet plea.
E chantress please stay and marry this man
S he agreed if we both became loving sea fans.
E ach morn walking there to face the rising sun
A vow to walk very slowly, enjoy life, never run.
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014
S ymphony of the waves in motion,
P erpetual melodious swaying ocean
E levates one's soul to take part
C apturing the pure romantic heart
T o relax near the beach or bay
A tuned to the ions in misty spray.
C leave to the precious one you love
U plifted by the divine spirit above.
L iving with Mother Nature in harmony
A ppreciating her gifts that are free;
R ealising the best blessing is family.
January 17, 2016
Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2016
Nine nonparallel noted Narwhals
Active acrobat admirable administrators
Restless rowdy rare racers running rationally
Whimsical whinny women whales whistling wonderfully
Haughty horny huge herculean harpooned
Alarming appearance always angry arctic animal
Legendary ‘Sea- Urchin’ leaped laughed loud
9th place in contest
Copyright © Anisha Dutta | Year Posted 2015
Spacious, glistening as far as straining sight can wander,
Playful waves reflect the light in joyous, rippling prance,
Effervescing the myriad, resplendent sherbet-sky
Colors in flashing pirouettes, a ballerina dance.
Tides wash in and, weeping, withdraw from sentinel shores,
Aching, yearning for each returning, salt-cleansing spray,
Cresting upon warm sweeps of widely welcoming sand,
Undulating sound like the rosaries lonely nuns pray.
Layers of foaming laughter dissolve, then mount in raucous cries,
Arcing across the mighty oceans of this planet,
Rustling, swaying branches or mighty, charging samurais.
January 13, 2016
Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2016