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Details | Free verse | |

Luna's Light

A silver path shimmers
Across the sea and leads
To you lovely Luna lady,
Clustered by Cumulus clouds
And embraced by an indigo sky,
Enchantment emanates
From your glowing eye.

Lovers wrapped in moonbeams
Reflected by the sandy shore
Share kisses in silhouette shadows
In the magic of your rising,
In the soft music of the waves,
In the beating of passionate hearts.

© 2014 Connie Marcum Wong

Details | Rhyme | |

Forgotten Tide

The busy Moon forgot about the Tide.
She left it out all day upon the sand.
And when it found itself alone topside,
there mischief was immediately at hand.

It washed the muddy Rocks until they shone,
then dragged in trash to mess them up again,
it chilled the chubby babies to the bone
and tugged their pudgy feet to pull them in.

It rearranged the peaceful ocean floor
and wrapped the kelp into a tangled wreath,
then turned up all the driftwood on the shore
and tickled every creature underneath.

It tricked the Fishermen it came across
by pulling at the lines they'd cast about,
took cages that it saw the Trappers toss
and let the little Crabs and Lobsters out.

It fooled with every Fish that floated by,
it sprayed the Seagulls when they flew too near,
it pooled in spots it KNEW the Sun liked dry
and played with all the boats along the pier. 

It sueezed the baby Squid until they laughed
then painted funny pictures with their ink
and after it had taught them all this craft,
it swirled away like water down a sink.

It called to Clouds that hung around the sky
and asked to meet them halfway in between
then teased them until they began to cry
but just to make it rain, not to be mean...

The Tide adored its mischief and it would
have gleefully continued on its spree
but for the Moon, who for the greater good,
came up at last and let it out to sea!

Details | Haiku | |

Summer Moon

summer night
the full moon floats
on silver waves

Details | Free verse | |

The Sea Rolls With The Breeze

Seagulls seagulls by the seashore open your eyes and you shall see more of the world's magik in front of your face why oh why would I ever replace the memory of that foamy sea crashing onto the shore while the seagulls are laughing with the children once more who feed them with eyes full of wonder to their curious delight seashells from dead oysters shine of the moon's pale sea light as they mate like the birds and the bees my sea kisses the sky when it rolls with the breeze.

Details | Prose | |


I lay awake at night, in the shadow of your dreams and wonder if your heart beats
 in the same cadence as it did before. I grip the thoughts between fingers of historic 
misuse, and hold as tightly as these shaken bones allow. I never wanted to be 
condemned, but your wake pours over this frothy soul, and fills me with a need that
 I have yet to fully understand. You are the gravity of my moon, sending brilliant surges
 to a once empty and fruitless beach. I can feel your pulse, your warm and resounding 
posture. It quakes within, and through my eyes, I cannot blink you away. This vision, 
this novel and volatile perspective is the catalyst for the fury that I thought was lost. 
Tonight, I pray your dreams shine alongside the stars I've seen in your eyes.
 I hope your heart beats to the same song that crashes through me. 
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.

Details | Rhyme | |

The Sands of Rhyme

Twilight, and the Moon-lit waves
Tranquilly crashing upon the shore
A draught of drink is all I crave,
My sordid Past... all I deplore

Do come to me, for I am the Beach,
Please quench your thirst; drink dry my sands
My ambitions seem far out of reach
As I write my life with pain-stricken hands

Details | Haiku | |

Africa Ocean Moon

                        Blue waves bursting

                       Tropical musical storms

                            Dusky milky ball

                                     Shane Cogan April 2015

Details | Rhyme | |

Moon O'er Normandy Beach

An eerie calm settled o'er Normandy Beach that solemn summer's night.
The debris of battle was strewn 'neath the full moon's silvered light.
The tide cleansed the beach of the blood of men who were in the fore;
Brave men who'd faced the hell of war on that ravaged Norman shore!

Those who gave their all, lay awaiting removal from that embattled strand.
With lifeless eyes and boots pointed t'ward the stars, they slept upon the sand.
Fathers, brothers, sons and husbands slain during the conflict's ebb and flow,
By the inexorable Scythe of Death in the battles of Pointe du Hoc and St. Lo!

What might these heroes have become if fate had not dealt them so?
A teacher, farmer, doctor, a minister?  Alas, we shall never know!
They left farm, shop, school and hearth to cross the billowing sea,
And forfeited life on the Altar of Honor that others might live free!

The moonlight revealed treasured items strewn about on the ravaged beach.
Final letters to loved ones lay fluttering in the breeze, now beyond their reach.
There were wallets with photos of wives and children who are left to grieve.
Only the memory of his close embrace will their empty hearts now ever cleave!

Toothbrushes, razors, bloody shoes and socks were gathered by grieving mates,
As they tenderly cared for fallen brothers who've gained the Pearly Gates. 
The moon glowed brightly that night o'er Normandy Beach as it paused on high,
To caress the cheeks of brave men as it passed on its eternal bourne in the sky!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved

Details | Rispetto | |

Beach of Despair

The darkness of the night and the depths inside Is clipped by the glare of the soulless dim moon Slicing through the water, breaking off the tide A black crow belts his caw making one to swoon There’s a straw house, quite decrepit and lonely No light strays inside this house which is empty The beach of despair carries many footsteps With all seeming to end nowhere, no free steps
Russell Sivey Contest: razor sharp Sponsor: Nathan A. 6/26/2013

Details | Prose | |


Call me a DREAMER call me an IDEALIST.  I want mass appeal.  
I am a dreamer. As I think, my muse are heavy unclear weary, 
I fall asleep MY dreams are plenty starlit glistening seeming VIVID.
My Contemplation DEEP near daunting. I seek the best of BOUNTIES
steep, until I wake to count the trophies that I keep.

I refrain from CONSCIOUS tidings or else be accused of SHEEPLESS 
I am a dreamer listening to the pattering raindrops as I sleep I dream of 
PEACH ORCHIDS and fields of VIOLET blades of GRASS.  I dream of 
PLATINUM sashes ample sample stashes of CHOCOLATE CANDY CANES
and tasty CARAMEL TREATS.  I seek the finest shores  Of the planet 

 I dream of IMMEASURABLE measures of TREASURE TROVES and other 
Mundane riches never told, warm paradises spectacular surprises.  I am the 
Keeper of my dreams. I am a dreamer of RASPBERRY kisses and 
PURPLE PASSIONED WISHES.  I dream of AWARDS copious applause.

Now I stepped through the TEMPEST  deliberately avoiding cool finished rain
Puddling gleaming loitering as an idled while.
And I lull my unstill body back to sleep which was RAISED from the QUIET 
DEEP of fabled eclipsed MOONS  so long ago that set us free.

Details | I do not know? | |

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,

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.

Details | Tanka | |

Up Late

up late 
coffee cold
brisk ocean wind
watching the moon
watching me

Details | I do not know? | |

Nature's Soul

Nature’s Soul

The smell of the salty air and the sound of seagulls tell me that I am home. My brothers wave to me as they roll into shore. My sisters walk with me and hug my soul with every step I take. I love to see my cousins twinkle in the nightly sky. I gaze into Mother Nature’s beauty as she welcomes my soul home with open arms while a calm breeze plays nature’s song. I am surrounded by peace as Father Time play chess with the moon.

Details | I do not know? | |

Full Moon Beach

The pale lace of ocean foam
Breathes on moonlight shore,
Pearl clouds like soft dice are cast
On night sky’s black floor.

Wind rustles and bends the palms
To sea’s lullabies—
Night birds cry out like children
As summer now dies.

Yet, here summer never parts—
Always lingers green—
The smell of ripe mangoes stay—
Sunsets are gold sheen.

We linger still in unreal
Worlds and hesitate—
Seasons call us back somehow
To fulfill our fate.

Ocean moon is full this night—
We heed the call of waves—
Water brings us back to life—
The earth shall mark our graves.

Details | Light Poetry | |


 its summer breeds
am at ease
when I talk and walk
when it a  summer nights
we each 
love  the