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The Beach of Promises

The Beach of Promises


1.


Fingers entwined, barely touching,
turquoise waters teasing your dancing toes,

strolling along that serene deserted beach,
our promised dreams within aching reach.


2.


Hands clasped, holding on,
sea-breezes tickling the nape of your neck,

walking together, alone, vowing to never breach,
the dreams dreamed on that faraway velvet beach.


3.


Hands in my pockets, alone,
traces of you linger, teasing,

lost in my scribbles, your memory fading out of reach,

my thoughts ablaze, now and then,
catching a whiff of your fragrance,

wafting through alleyways of nostalgia,
your hand in mine on our pristine beach.




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Daybreak

I wake on the sand
Right near the beach
You have yet to awake
Far out of reach
And Daybreak has arrived
A beauty unlike any other
Comparable only to us, girl
And how we love each other

So I gaze up alone
Marveling up at the sky
The warmth of the sun
Drying my eyes
I'm reflecting on us
Oh how each other we trust
I'm just so happy we're together
And I think to myself,
Just as this sun, we'll last forever

Then returning to be with you
I lay again now
Place my hand gently
On your warm tender shoulder
While I think of our lives today, love
And how they'll be when we're older...
I know there'd be no other way
So "I Love You" I make sure I say
To you, each and everyday


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Pen in Hand

Pen in hand or board with keys
     Toil with verse and rhyme.
What disappoints might later please
     Hasten borrowed time.

Chills run up and down my spine
     To think of things I miss.
So much is gone that I called mine.
     Tough to reminisce.

Years ago on any day
     Far and wide I’d roam.
Busy with best friends at play
     Seldom around home.

Now kids huddle on the floor—
     Stationary fun.
Competing for the highest score,
     Sit instead of run.

Guess I’ll wander at the beach—
     Spend time along the shore.
Ponder all that life might teach
     Had I a few years more.

With inspiration from and dedicated to Just That 
Archaic Poet and the Quatrain King, Jack Ellison.


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Fog Of Sunshine

Upon arriving in a cold dawn breeze
Whilst hands might be full, demanding to lift
Eagle eyed on such a shadow at ease
Extends a welcome, still I became stiff.
Aura’s on edge to this fragile posture 
Dismal charade coats his inner bearing
As river of moonshine does not torture
The eight, deep-seated ‘til rays are glaring.
Gathered for indulgence at fresh midday 
The fragile has a mouth for his wise tongue
Sharing trivia that carried me away
And yet bluffs as a flat poker-faced young.
The fog of sin from a bag of sunshine
That is quite an open-and-shut draw line.

Skin fires up along waters in motion
A query comes in, hailed to modern dame
The rant of the fragile spurs his notion
Though excuse me, could not join your game.
Flushed and away from taking the crisp pledge
I sway to the tune of compelling tracks
Heretofore, an act that I must not hedge
Straight outside where the dazed fragile relaxed.
From pedals and licks to favored genre
The familiarity is round-the-clock
Surplus existence is not a contra
Evanescence of the soul comes to knock.
The fog of sin from a bag of sunshine
Drop out of sight; I think I will be fine.

First shot - a lustrous rust from ripe wonder
The seven, battled the craft of reason
Second shot - a mind’s eye leads to blunder
The two, tempted for the sake of season.
Allured to the voice of inviting mischief
A seal that is all but butterfly kiss
Dries the dearest out beyond disbelief
Enough of it calls the shots of mere bliss.
Gasp of steamy air echoes out of range
Lingering for the deep touch of desire
Vague urge gives in to an enticing change
Tender strokes spring from the poise we aspire.
The fog of sin from a bag of sunshine
The fragile climbed the capstone; likewise, mine.

The first blush rises above horizon
As the three sheets to the wind tiptoed well
Being caught in a fly-by-night zion
Upstairs is under one’s wing from the spell.
Scruffy yet born with bewitching feature
Voice endowed with suavity sweeps off feet
Mesmeric eyes that can cause mild seizure
Dear me now, could not stare or even greet. 
The four, smoothed the way back to how things charm
Others remained; clueless of what took shape
Swan song by the fragile got my cheek warm
Treated this breathing space as sweet escape.
The fog of sin from a bag of sunshine
Still and all, an open-and-shut draw line.


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The Strand

This expanse of land has seen things. 
Things all of us can only see in dreams.
It's seen war, it's gotten it's fair share of scars.
Bombs bursting, bullets throwing sand into the air like it's a volleyball tournament.
The sand running red with blood silently mocking our arteries.

This magnificent stretch of land has seen heroes' tears fall; dropping to their knees while sadness envelopes their fallen brothers but also looking up to their beloved whilst carrying a ring in their hand. 

It's seen bright days, the sun glimmering over wet sand, footprints of past loves being washed away as the sun smacks the horizon. 

This expanse of land...has seen things we can only imagine.

T.K


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I won't be Home For Xmas

I won't be home
not For Christmas
nor for funerals
not for birthdays
Wanted to never see you
on those days so hard to get through.

When you abandoned the sweetness
and chased your dream into the alley
When you thought it best to see me cry

When your mind changed with the direction of the wind 
I stood there with spit on my finger tips...
holding my hand in the air,Waiting for the winds of hope
to blow your love and loyalty in my direction

Home is a strange city
where no one knows me.
where no one will invite me to sit across the table
and try to smile as I play with my stuffing on china with flowers
As I remember the children laughing and opening gifts.
I remember the long silent ride back to our house.

I think back when I got on my knees
before climbing into our cold bed 
The prayers just uttered coming back void.
Ask God to just let you touch me again
I needed your body-heat to keep warm.
I needed your support to continue on 
for the sake of the commitment.

For the sake of waiting for love to remind you
Even if pity could hold you there..
I would not be ashamed of what you sacrificed
When love had given birth to pity-
I would have held on without pride.

Now I never want to come back to that town.
Where no one cares that you don't love me.
I am in remission.
Alone but it's OK.
Please tell our future to visit me. 
On the seashores. 
The sun warms me in
my new home 
where no one knows me.
All my old friends are 
dead and dying.So...

I won't be home
not For Christmas
nor for funerals
not for birthdays
Wanted to never see you
on those days so hard to get through.

Just my spirit and the ocean.
and one day tell our grandchildren
Grandma will be here walking;
With one finger in the air moistened with spit.
to see which way the wind blows.


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Sandalwood Fan

Sandalwood Fan

On the verandah of the Moana Hotel
Not too many years ago
Under the great banyan beside the
beach at Waikiki

They would bring a fragrant sandalwood fan
to all the guests that ordered tea.
They set it before you in its own fancy stand

the most alluring fragrance wafted on demand,
when you opened it’s carved blades
 and gently  fanned. 
 Given  to holders on an honor system
Understood to  return on leaving…

Sadly, too many proved    untrustworthy.
after a time- these fans became  un-available

A friend who had shared many tea- times there, with me
one day -sent me a small gift from China
A slim package which when opened re-kindled memory

A glass topped case holding a sandalwood fan
just for me

Suzanne Delaney


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My Wishes are Simple





My Wishes are Simple


My wishes are simple,
my desires few,

to gaze upon an ocean,
and marvel at a solitary drop of dew.



My wishes are simple,
my dreams not too grand,

to feel the waves teasing my tired feet,
with no footprints left in the cool, wet sand.



My wishes are simple,
my thoughts serenely gentle, calm,

my heart resting beneath a swaying palm,

healing my being, caressed by nature's soothing balm.





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That Morning on the Beach

That morning on the beach, where did we go?
That June, before the current swept away
That thin island between the sea and bay,
Where did we walk, the risen sun still low?

Before the current swept away the land
And me along with it, where did we stride?
Next to the sea, the waxing, waning tide
Whose rhythmic jaws consumed the footprint sand?

No,

We went nowhere that morning on the sand. 
I stood and let the icy waves beat me
And hoped that they would pull me out to sea,
Far from this disappearing island. 

Back then, I thought the sea would set me free,
But all it did was make a memory. 


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Body Surfing

Most days I go to the beach.  I like to sit
in the warm sand and watch the waves.

Like a parking lot, the beach is heaving
with day trippers who have come to play.

Mostly I like to watch the body surfers,
as they maneuver and swim out brave.

I have known this rush of speed and foam
crashing over the tops of breaking waves.

But lately I prefer to sit and breathe,
and catch some whiffs of my long lost days.


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For Bruce Springsteen

for bruce springsteen...


it was a rain-swept monsoon day

way back then, so many moons away

when i felt the music strumming in my veins

setting me free like a runaway horse without any reins

you sang of simple truths, 

your verse spoke to people just like me

in my lonely, wasted, and desolately quiet night

as you screamed out tragic human wrongs, and of everyone's plight

'bobby jean' spoke to me

of that girl down the street

glimpses of whom, we as innocents would furtively meet

and 'the river' that flowed through my ever-barren heart

led me down further roads of thunder

when slowly i finally learnt that the hardest part was fighting on

and never to surrender

to the hard-luck dreams that were born to run

while i danced in the dark 

with memories vivid and stark

even as i whined like that dog who for forever lost his howling bark

and then a 'human touch' came along

and 'better days' seemed real, not just words in a song

and still you sang and swayed and spoke straight into my unseeing eyes

as gardens of secrets were opened, and as your fist punched the skies

in an anger that i too felt and in whose cauldron i too burned

as we saw murder get incorporated, while on its wobbly axis, our fragile world apathetically turned

and then suddenly i was told that i was all grown up

working on a highway of scattered ideals

and absolving myself by sprinkling some coins in a waiting cup

well, after all these years of walking along so many a thorny road

with an armour of your verse covering me, even as i hear them taunt me and even as they continue to goad

but now i can feel myself fading away, into the bleakness of this coming night

just like the ghost of that old tom joad...


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Remember

Do you remember 
how the stars shine
above the crystal line 
of the horizon 
on the darkened Earthly sea?

How the sands whispered
and the birds whistled 
as we drifted off
into the sea?

How the waves 
clashed against the boat
and we were barely afloat?

How we awoke on 
a distant shore…

Do you remember? 


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upon a beach

Sand beneath my feet
A childhood remembered
with a breeze so sweet


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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


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The Sieve of Time



The Sieve of Time



Cast ashore,
along the banks of time,

whirling through the passing years,
clinging to my futile scribbles set in rhyme,


Cast ashore,
thrust into an unrehearsed pantomime,

clenching slivers of joy as weariness descends,
lulled into a peaceful slumber exhilaratingly sublime.


Cast ashore,
hazily adrift, a dandelion seed on the wings of time,

trapped in the sieve of spiralling memories,
caught between pristine bliss, and reeking slime.


Cast ashore,
flung aside for no discernible crime,

my human heart thuds with elusive hope,
though battered, bruised, and covered in grime,

I stagger ashore, 

alone,

embracing each moment of detached, oblivious time.



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SEASIDE MEMORIES

This was the first seaside holiday that we had Memories of a happy time with mum and dad Pictured in a photo in black and white Faces beaming with pure delight We travelled from the country in my daddy’s car The journey took forever; it was oh so far I can see the sea; I can see the sea Excited giggles from my sister and me We ran down onto the soft gold sand Sat down by the Punch and Judy stand Punch was teasing Judy, Judy was hitting Punch Dad brought vanilla ice creams for us to munch There were donkeys on which we did ride Then we paddled in the water in the low tide Watching as the water ebbs and flows Frothy white waves tickled our toes Golden sand stretched for miles and miles We built sandcastles with happy smiles Then searched for pretty seashells on the beach Mum and dad sat close by, always within reach


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Robert Beach

With screams echoing through these halls,
Smoke begins to rise.
Retuning to these murder filled walls,
It's the past I have learnt to despise.
 
Lights flashing red, blue, and white.
Sitting up against the door,
We've held up one hell of a fight.
A knock on the door.
"You'll deal with my son first!"
They pulled my beaten brother by the wrist,
As they cursed, 
Ignoring my bleeding mother.
 
Scared and traumatized, 
We have survived.


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boungiorno

hello! hey! boungiorno! what is the date?/
this world of dimensions created duality/
no letters/ no words/ are enough to express/
someone like you/ in reality/

i filled all your emptines/ MY still quiet bay/
as Jhon opened world in his Yoko/
you searched perfect princes/ looked for "right him"/
now at only one overman looking/

i swear/ i will hold you/ as much as i can/
would become all the axes/ and outer space/
voice is speared by the screaming wind/
falling down/ flakes to your place/

going crazy just seeing your knees/
don't regret anything/ my Benito/
unbelievable/ perfect/ unbearable/
you whisper/ "la comedia e finita"//


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ONE DAY ON HOLLYWOOD BEACH

     ONE DAY ON HOLLYWOOD BEACH
My destination's inner space.
Erasing things not meant to chase.
I'm holding dreams of you, but then,
when I must die, I'll live again.

You were the bait. Your daddy laughed.
Six hundred smiles and I was trapped.
Your photographs got tired of me,
but I still love each one I see.

There was a day I couldn't swim.
I drowned a while, my hope was slim.
At football games as I recall
I drowned one day in early Fall.

My tears are hidden in the sea,
mistakes I made were constantly.
Not being more than how I seem,
The day I died it killed a dream.

I've loved you on the beach down here,
It's Hollywood, in Floridear.
From Canada come all the lame
To live part of my sunshine game.

As seagulls dipped, I saw a girl
her name I cannot breath nor slur,
an rv killed her in her head,
she looks out windows like she's dead.

Now I must cry for her again,
And then I'll cry for you, my friend.
if life has anything to lose,
I'll lose it twice, so what's the use?
© ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet


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Port of Call

Port of Call


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

with the breath of the ocean a caressing balm,
soothing pained memories away,
to the swaying of a solitary palm.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

feeling the brushing away of all past turmoil,
on a quest for solace, ever so hard to find,
yet comforted by the crashing of the waves,
as the tide cleanses all pain,
and leaves despair far, far behind.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

drenched in a sea-breeze of mist,
that hushes the ache of bygone moons,
tasting the salty tang on my lips,
as the burnished sun,
over the distant horizon,
swoons,

and dips.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

searching, ever searching,
for a slice of solitude,
as memory bids a final adieu,
reaching under the sea so vast,
and seeking comfort in the depths,
while embracing,
the tomorrows to come,
wishing that they be true.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

seeing my truths drown,
as they slip beneath the turquoise waters,

feeling my heart ablaze,
with a passion that rarely falters.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

yet knowing that I am home at long last,
wishing the waves would wash away,
the defences that once stood,
like an impregnable wall.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

I have found, at long last,

my final port of call.


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Path Warn Down

The shore is what I have seen since I was little
     when I grew up it was so far in the distance to see.
Walking the distance when I was a child I was so brittle
     to notice the path was so warn out to me.

The little strides I took was not so bad
     it was just how it ended up when my mother had my hand.
She pointed out to the horizon to make me glad
     that I could look out and see the sand.

The look in her eyes was so beautiful 
     it was one of those moments that can be captured.
My mother showed me the path and told me to be careful
     to not worry about the pain she pictured.

The final walk up to get home was a bummer
     because it was the sign that ended my time their.
My time at the beach and the sea was the end of summer
     that is when I said, I will be back I swear.

The path might be warn more and more out
     even when time passes and when I get older.
My memories of my mother and I will last with out a doubt
     with time I get smarter and much bolder.


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Coast

The waves have come to unravel doubts And spread them over footprints to heal the sand An invasion that brings violent shivers To the wraiths of the nautical miles Thoughts raced when I heard the names Of they who are nowhere to be found It was impossible to escape this sore Without burning the edge of my thumb I regret that I didn't rid myself of them sooner. I couldn't have been gone for so long. I could tell I was inches beneath the earth. I was with the darkness that preceded dawn. Night masked the shores with the face of Death. I remember how they disappeared into thin air. From the fall to today, what I've been missing I dare not even say. The waves have come to take my doubts Back to the seabed as unwanted guests The wraiths will shiver into memories. May they all find a place to rest #1858: COAST ©Jake Ponce [March 21, 2015, 8:56am] neptunerune.tumblr.com


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Goa: A memorable vacation

Goa was a memorable vacation for me
It had all, the sun,the sand and the sea
Colorful blossoms and cashew nut trees on both sides
The guide on the tour bus pointed out all the beautiful sights.
Golden sands rolled before us in the distant horizon
Beautiful beaches, oceans of sand, we had great fun.
Sprawling heritage house where they offered us feni
We were high on those as we had one too many.
The boat party in the middle of the river Mandovi was memorable
The song and dance fascinating blend of Goan music truly adorable.
We returned by train, the beautiful sights and sounds filled my mind
When I overheard someone say that the guide was actually blind.
Many years have passed yet I often recall this with a sigh
How he described all the beauty, seeing it all with his mind's eye.






19th April 2015


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A Maryland Summer

Our Robin’s nest on twenty-eighth bayside,
strung like the Kite’s Loft display.
Free and now flowed with the tide,
as we watched the sunrise of each day.

Center courts of youth and bouncing Penns
pushed full throttle jet skis into romances.
The moon lit footprints in amends,
as Hope laid us down with chances.

The sun’s vixens sat on boardwalk benches,
their penthouses held one night Seacrets.
Tired of searching for pearls in surf’s trenches,
an open air preacher passed out leaflets.

Dice throws into Fate and riptides,
doused by sea foam and sand bars.
Eastern block girls ran carousel rides,
their accents glazed smiles and fast cars.

Ribeye’s and tuna steaks on the grill,
Harbor Island’s slow gas dock --
a seventy-foot fishing boat it couldn’t fill.
Canvas Sperry’s dried on a sundial clock. 

The one Turtle that sat near Jamestown,
looking up and down coastal highway.
The Greenest oasis we could find in uptown,
seagulls carried her eggs far away.

To days fully lived and expressed.
To what was held and what transcends.
To goodbyes and route fifty going west.
To that summer and all the friends.

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Contest: Memories of the Sea
Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst
05.14.15


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As I WALK UPON THE GROUND

Poem for my late husband Jerry---2011------As I walk upon the ground--by charlotte


As I walk upon the ground
you lay beneath but make no sound
with no shoes upon my feet
I think of our life we once had
visiting your grave site
still makes me feel so sad
As the stars shine
upon you every night
I think about what
my life with out you is now like
As I place a Flower
upon your grave
my thoughts of you
in my head will always be saved
As once again I must turn and leave
Jerry my new life without you
is getting easier but that
doesn't mean I don't still
miss you and I don't still  still grieve
Byee for now untill we meet again
you'll aways be in my heart my husband
and my best friend
As I walk upon the ground 
you lay beneath but make no sound,,,,


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oceanfront beachhouse memory haiku

listen to the waves
may just sleep out on the deck
right under the stars


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A NATIVE SON'S SUNSET AT MO'BAY



  A NATIVE SON’S SUNSET AT MO’BAY

As the sun kissed
the sea’s soothing bosom,
caressing waves splashed the shores
leaving spent froth
dissipating in the sand:
crystallizing aged memories
of sadistic slave ships once anchored here.


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The Beach

The Beach  -- Ruth. R. --        11-25-2014    --  (Dedicated to my Best Friend)
___________________

The Ocean so blue 
waves coming and going
Rocks formed by sand and craters 
A beauty for the eye to see.

Wont you come and stroll with me
hold my hand explore with me
The wondrous sights 
The Beach beholds

lay on a rock and feel the breeze
that the ocean sends to thee
watching peacefully as the 
Ocean crashes against rocks
splashes of waves  
Stare out to sea and you will see
a sight so peaceful calm indeed

for miles unend a beautiful ocean blue 
the calm and beautiful ocean and it wonderous
sight to see. 

take my hand out stretch your arms
as far as we can reach
as you lay upon these rocks 
observing a tranquil day at the BEACH.. 



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June Pier Ave Hermosa Beach

Salmon colored skin, extra sensitive,
old '03 40 plus sunscreen sits atop dresser, back home

drunken ex-surfers smell up Hennesey’s and Sharkey’s
well tanned, dirty blond, wasted teeth, flip 
high school dropouts here from the city, try to unleash their angst, 
Kary-okie night; have to sing louder than Sportscenter on 10 screens
the floor sticks with the sap of [spilled]hard drinks and lost mores’
tables are leaned on, light dims, hard to hear,
 
a man walks out, down the pier, to the end
drinks in the blackness
waves lap at the legs of the walk,
the moon laughs 
then calls the prophetic, 
 
first week of summer. 


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BEACH BUMS

 friends and eye
this is no lie
we love the sand
love bands
and l hold hands
we run and have fun
like a sungun
we're each
BEACH BUMS