God is always love
Forever seek the kingdom;
Praise the creator
Keep giving what you can give
Please endure until the end
Protecting the meek ones earth
Watching over us
Helping us to cope with life
Comforted with hope and trust
When you find rhythm
You find your hearts inner core
Celebrate the times
Make them better than before
Reminisce and dance all night
Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2013
We knew , it was if a moment stopped in time
hearing the news before most of the World did
He loved to fly his plane from Colorado to Monterey Bay
He was a avid golfer at Pebble Beach respected
He had loves and passions from many places
deciding to fly low through the overcast red sunset
Not only did he love music and inspire all
He loved his Plane , he will always remain a beautiful Soul
The next day it was confirmed ..all saddened
It was John Denver's plane that went down
Today in Pacific Grove stands the Memorial
So Kiss me and smile for me we will ~
always in loving memory
OH babe , do we hate you go ~
Inspired by ; contest in Music and Loss of an Artist
"Leaving on a Jet Plane "
Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013
They performed again
the aging Beach Boys
Conjuring up seaside
Caught their act
at Madison Square Garden
I remember a pretty young girl
-a bit drunk-
was kissing me during the
The life we led has
which face into the box of memroy
Remembering days and "nights"(!)
at the beach
I pass into a nostalgic haze
from the worlds of science and tehnology
into a soft bubbles of joy -
Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2012
Miles of broken, sunbaked seashells,
resembling pieces of porcelain of lesser value,
lying across a populous beach subdued by misty blue,
as hungry sea-gulls pounce the fiddler's crabs..
The beach entertainer draws huge crowds;
singing funny songs and making comic skits
by spicing up his unique modus operandi,
and modestly mocking his modus vivendi...
He has never made lots of money,
but settles for dollar bills to earn their sympathy;
dressed in tight and colorful ministrel's attire,
he amuses the public with his monkey-shine...
And he pulls out his fiddler and the crowds go wild,
awakening, by its high-pitched sound, a dope fiend,
who has built a temporary shack threatened by the blowing sand;
He puts on his sunglasses and disappears in the groovy sunshine...
The beach entertainer follows him, leaving everyone behind
saying," Sorry, brother...I didn't mean to wake you up, the bum turns around taking off his lenses.
and exclaims, " Music doesn't fill an empty and aching belly...and cheer up a feeble mind! "
" Here's all I got...take it and get something to eat!" He says stretching his hands.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2009
On the rebound
Beyond the forceful strokes of the first crush,
the smell of copra oil invades your mind,
On creamy sand the sound of waves will rush,
such music leaves a concert far behind.
Under an azure sky, no place for guilt,
inside the depths of souls, love will recur
with chants of mermaids in a dreamy lilt,
until a lonely spirit feels the stir.
The notes float gently on the verdant sea,
and slowly creep into adoring veins,
inciting thoughts till hopes are flying free,
to shake the fear until we lose our chains.
For once this major portent is imbued,
the tune of life and passion is renewed.
After: Blue and Green Music by Georgia O’Keefe 1921
To thank Debbie Guzzi for her selfless attitude with the challenge she set for the soup community and her endless encouragement to all on soup.
Copyright © Ronald Zammit | Year Posted 2016
Land, sky and sea, sing their songs.
Land sings of rich soil, for growing seeds;
as the silvery sea,
sounds its gurgling waters.
It sings a medley to the blue
And cloud-puffed sky.
I lend my ears to that cloud-puffed sky;
listening to its songs.
At first, it makes me feel blue,
but joy quickly fills my heart-seed;
fed by spiritual rain-waters;
that ride the winds from the heavenly seas.
The wondrous, singing sea,
sings back to sky
and I enjoy the waters;
singing those sweet songs,
to the seeds in the soil and to seeds
like me, who get the blues.
As the sky of blue,
sings to the seas
and my seeds;
they stretch leaves to sky
and its wonderful song
intermingles, with that of the waters.
All seeds need water,
to relieve their thirst-blues.
I hum along with the songs,
that ride my souls seas
as they crescendo with heavenly sky’s;
to quench the thirst, of all Gods seeds.
I am a proud seed;
I drink spirit’s waters;
am nourished by Heaven’s sky,
of sacred blue
and silvery seas.
I am grateful for those songs.
I listen to the songs, that nourish all of God’s seeds.
I thank the Earth and seas for their generous, cleansing waters.
No longer do I feel blue and like my plants; I am also grateful to the Heavenly sky.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2014
I do not know?
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...
Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013
spinning round and round till i fly up
and hit ground
turning into sea
i grab the bass fish gliding past
i dive into the eyes of the brown green scales
head first never fails
in the soul of the beast i sit
my locks float around the fish shell
his hearts beat started to move me
onto my feet
bend my knees
shake my hips
rattle my brain
clap my hands
the soul of the fish is where i spend the rest of my plans
Copyright © randi west | Year Posted 2013
As the wave
as I lap
as we lapse into sleep
soft laps that lap with a lapping
along the form of this beach
the breath of each breath
of this lap of the lapping
along this warm sandy cove
where I lap with the lapping
where I had loved as the lapping
as the lapping
as the lapping
as the lapping
as the lapping
as the lapping
as we love is lapping
so lets lay here and lap
with the lap of the lapping
as our hearts beat with lapping
as we lap
Oct 17, 2010
Copyright © Hugh Lovzewe | Year Posted 2011
in my beach chair peace
listening to john lennon
giving Peace a Chance
Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2014
The piano is the black and white sea.
the magician mensch arrives with hands of harmony.
The audience smolders as the silent sunset.
develops as musician and listener, eclipsing in the onset.
Sonatas seep into the ears of sand.
music flies like falcons above the land.
From a maddening playing pace
and hot grace,
a hint a puce peppers his face.
For no muse can be mastered like the note.
With all of his body devote,
he guides us through the mazes of the musical moat.
Copyright © Chantelle Anne Cooke | Year Posted 2015
Its like that perfect sweater
That keeps you warm on icy days
Like the salty ocean water
Hugging the shore with its waves
Its like that toasty winter fire
That heats your chilly hands
Like the never ending thrill
When you see your favorite band
Its like a little childs laughter
That keeps a smile on your face
Like the sweet soulful music
That wraps you in embrace
Copyright © Ari Ing | Year Posted 2015
you listen to the band
get on the stand
clap your hand
in the sand
stump your feet
to the music beat
hump and bump
SUMMER BEACH FUNK
Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Year Posted 2013
I do not know?
Who will I be able to goof off with, at ALL hours, when you’re gone? Who will I be
able to SING with, that can carry a tune, better than anything I can ever do, when
you’re gone? Who will I be able to sit at the beach with for HOURS and stare at the
MOON with, when you’re gone? Who will I be able to sit with under the TREES and
listen to MUSIC in rain or shine, when you’re gone? Who will I be able to have
MENTAL CONVERSATIONS with just by looking at them, when you’re gone? Who will
make me LAUGH at the stupidest things, when you’re gone? Who will I be able to
share CAR RIDES with at 9 in the morning if gods forbid someone where to be in the
hospital, when you’re gone? Who will I WALK EVERYWHERE with, when you’re gone?
Who will be my LIFE CHANGING BEST FRIEND, when you’re gone? Looking back at
some of the memories I have with you, too many to list in one page, I suddenly
realize that loosing you, would be a disaster. I could never regret meeting anyone,
but…regret wouldn’t even come close if the lights went out again. I would lose
myself in the dark forever without you. There’s no ulterior motive in becoming your
friend. But I love having you in my life. I love having that person to goof off with. I
love having that person to go to the beach with and people watch. I love having
that person to sit and listen to music with and sing along with. I love having that
person who can read my mind when I don’t want to talk. I love having that person I
can sit across a table from and laugh my head off without him saying a single word.
I love having that person to talk to when I can’t sleep or am slowly going crazy. I
love having that person who when all my hope is gone who can give me a hug that
instantly makes everything better. I found my light, I found my savior from darkness,
I found him and I might be losing him. So to sum up what I’m trying to say without
coming across insane. I can’t lose you, so I’ll fight to keep you. I can’t imagine my
life without you, so I’ll fight to keep you. I can’t imagine darkness when my best
friend came along, so I’ll fight to keep you. I just can’t, so I’ll fight to keep you.
Copyright © Elizabeth Kurtz | Year Posted 2011
Shells swish and scrape, popping
And bubbling in submerged suddenness.
Seaweed to and fro floating, slopping
On the deepening waves - an untidy mess.
Ebb-tidal pebbles chuckle chuckle, then
Rock and roll in brine-fuelled highs
Swept up the beach and all swept down again
Like line dancers ( remember those guys? )
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Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2012
I do not know?
Did you hear whisper in the wind?
Can, you feel the sand between your toes?
Beautiful sunrise reaching out to me.
What promise do you hold for this day?
A day pull of promises and surprises?
Beautiful sunrise everything you touch turns to light.
As I hold my face to the sky..
I can feel your warm caresses on my face..
Wind wrapping my face like fine lace......
My fears our whipped away with the wind..
Hopefully never to return again....
Each gentle wave plays it's gentle music in the wind..
My mine wonders were that waves been..
If had eyes what could it see?
As I close my eyes I listen to the music it plays.
Like it's gently telling me about the journey it's took..
Like some fine novel or book...
This moment like time standing still.
Never to be replaced...
Just think just a day at the beach......
Copyright © amber gil | Year Posted 2006
I do not know?
As I breath in the salt water air,
and my hair;
gets blown around by the wind,
I gaze into your eyes.
You ask to hold my hand
and I hesitantly say yes.
As we walk I feel the sand
between my toes,
And the coldness on my nose.
You tell me about who you are,
And what you hope to be,
as I listen, I start to day dream.
I can see us growing old someday
the exact same way.
Walking along the beach
both of us feeling peace.
I gaze into your eyes
and what a big surprise
you lean forward to kiss me
and thats when I know
me and you
are going to be
two guitars players
Copyright © Kristy McGill | Year Posted 2005
I do not know?
Pulsating through me,
I feel the pounding surf,
so sweet and free,
like music to my senses,
I dance to its tune.
Moving and flowing,
everything is one,
thrumming through my veins,
I was born of this tempest.
The rythym and the melody
chiimes in time with my heart beat,
creating a symphony of its own,
the sand is my stage.
Copyright © katrhryn miller | Year Posted 2011
I know a lot of you will think
that a word like ‘Shag’ is a terrible thing to use.
But, in my life, my world, if you care to discuss:
you’ll learn a thing or two of southern syllabus.
Along about nineteen fifty four, as I recollect.
In a small Myrtle Beach bar ------trendy, circumspect.
Nameless here for the sake of patent rights, and permissions
not asked for, you know the gist—legal fights.
But none the less, the fat boy’s ambitions
Not only in the name of his Bar, you see;
but the name of the dance.
And the name of the dance is the S-H-A-G
Yes,here it is more than sixty years later.
The shag clubs number a hundred or better.
And that is conservative I would think.
For in the south, still home to the skating rink.
Still, beholding to the thought of romance.
It’s fitting to claim, and often to brag
of a dance we own and still love- - - - the Shag!!!!
Copyright © Charles Henderson | Year Posted 2016
I do not know?
we each love the beach
we go hand to hand
love the water fall
listen and have fun
listen to the band
and play in
Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Year Posted 2011