If I had a pretentious brain
which acts faster than my heart
Maybe then,I would abhore this soul
which spreads freely through each verse
Maybe then I would impress you
with my intellectual grammar
and sophisticated words
I would scrutunize
each and every coma
dot and exclamationmark
believing I know best
But I would never let that happen
I'd rather stay at bay
Writing firstly with my mind
and not my heart
leads only to an asylium
within the being of myself
Poetry is my voice,my shadow
The sacred shrine of great escape
Each stored emotion processed
within a yesterday
Poetry is the inner of my existence
breathing softly,bleeding deeply
exploding in death,love
passion and romance
In every verse a whisper
a thought that I would scribe of
a silent cry expressed
Maybe in a tomorrow
you might pass by me
Tread your footstep on my ink
and spit saliva in my face
But maybe in a today
a broken -hearted fool stops by
to find comfort in my world
Maybe a prisoner,a tramp
an insane soul or outcast
would pick these scattered scribbles
and gather them as whole
Maybe through each criss-crossed puzzle
finds a narrow passage
which leads his faith to home
Maybe a little child
whose blissful giggles
depends on little words
would turn the dusty pages
of silly rhymes I penned
Rhymes which know the moons
stars,faries,and the magic land
Rhymes which know each fantasy
and how to be a friend
And maybe He would smile
Maybe He would laugh
Maybe He would dream
Maybe He would grow up to write
the most eloquent sonnet
there has ever been
Or maybe He would grow up
to write simple words
just like me
about daises or dandelions
and expressions to be free
Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2014
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
He's used to war, he fights real hard,
He's a soldier, he's battle scarred.
The enemy is weak, there is nothing to fear,
His compassion is gone, he has no tears.
He was taught well, was taught how to kill,
He's done it so much, it's lost it's thrill.
He no longer feels bad, when the enemy dies,
Tears don't come any more to his tired eyes.
In the beginning it was against his will,
But he soon broke down, and got used to kill.
Never thinking that his foe, was also just a man,
Like him with a family, doing the best he can.
He cannot have feelings, for anyone,
But then, for a moment, he thinks of his son.
He wants to go home, but it's not time yet,
So he goes back to a war, that he wants to forget.
Next day on the beach, on his tour of duty,
Lies a child's body, on the coast of Turkey.
He cannot believe what he sees with his own eyes,
A cute little boy, with no signs of life.
Lying face down, right there on the sand,
He picks him up, with his big strong hands.
And when he saw that there was no hope,
The soldier realized he could not cope.
He shuddered deeply...letting out a sigh,
And that's when...the soldier cried.
Now the whole world mourns that little boy,
Many children elsewhere, receive another toy.
Yes, people stand by, while these refugees die,
Some see the news and say, please...pass the pie.
John Derek Hamilton September 04,2015
Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2015
We met a few years ago, then suddenly you were gone
We danced the very last dance to our favourite song
Happenings in our lives took control of our tomorrows
That evening when you walked away, filled my heart with sorrow
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
When I heard the telephone ring, I answered and you were there
And we spoke of the past few years, these years we could have shared
The time flew by when we talked, sharing our pasts to date
When you said you'd like to meet up again, my heart just couldn't wait
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
When I picked you up from the Airport, you hadn't changed at all
Six foot plus with sky blue eyes, still leaving me enthralled
We settled into our night for tomorrows journey we'll make
To a rented cottage so idyllically set, down by the lake
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
The morning came so fast as we set of on our trip
Again going over the years, picturing like a movie clip
Our destination now reached, refreshed we head for a meal
At a restaurant overlooking the lake, our pasts begin to seal
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Back to the cottage we go, as you gently take my hand
So dreamy under the full moon, is this what fate had planned
You play our favourite song, the one we danced to so long ago
As you take me in your arms, something in me flows
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
We look into each others eyes as you ruffle my long blond hair
I see desire looking back from your manly sky blue stare
Slowly we discard our clothes as you lay me on the bed
Adventurous discovering hands declare our minds well read
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Our passion resonates, excitement fills the air
Years of catching up in delightful bodily share
We awaken in the morning, spooned within my reach
Our love has been reborn, re-found visiting Qualicum Beach
Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2010
The Scots, by God,
They drove them out,
With a single Yorkie
At their heels a' yappin'
The Hobyahs tried to fly
Their arms they were a flappin'
Some managed to take to sea
And landed in Hamptonshire,
But the British Navy would have none of this,
Big battleships they did send
The Hobyahs saw their doom,
Their plans they did amend
They sailed on to American,
Landed at the New Jersey coast,
The hobyahs could find no better host!
They ate their way from Newark
All the way up to Camden
Avoiding kennels and dog warning signs
There was always people on their roast
Now, much of America
Might applaud this you see,
For most of Jersey's citizens
Were as useless as a rubber tree
Then the Jerseyites came up
With a plan,
They bribed the Hobyahs with
16 barges overfilled with McDonalds
Quarter-Pounders with Cheese-
With big sign saying-
And Infant Limb Fries!!!!"
Now this was not within
the Hobyah's realm of understanding,
But it sure sounded good....
So on the barges they climbed,
Till each and every one of these fiends
Took to sea, gorging themselves
On what they thought was fast human food
Once out in the bay, the barges were sunk
by remote control
On shore, a Mexican Beach Police Patrolman
was heard to ask Humphery Bogart,
for his beachcomber permit...
Humphrey barked back, "What?- Don't you see the history being made here?
If you're the beach police, let's see your badges!!"
The cop sneered, "Barges?....Barges?????.....We Don't Need No Sinking
(See "The Treasure of the Sierra Madre")
With the kind permission of Marnie Memis (Oh, I Love that name!)
Copyright © tom bell | Year Posted 2008
Oh, the taste of sweet mangoes
While relaxing on a Caribbean beach.
Such a refreshing way to watch the sun
Setting on the blue and calm horizon.
This sweet mango is such an appetizer
Preparing the pallet for the main course.
Stimulating one’s stomach for a feast
With visions of the coming dish,
The main flavor of the day.
Oh, I like tasty mangoes
The setting sun, and
Copyright © Joseph Spence Sr | Year Posted 2007
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
Things seems to be very clear,
When actually felt it is unclear,
What really seems to be clear,
May never ever be clear for ever.
Your help for others,
May be to be appreciated,
Or taken as what is called,
to be uncounted.
My question is clear,
Why the help for others,
Is sometime never appreciated,
However it is always delivered.
In response to ethics,
lingers in my mind the answer,
To help others is not to be recognised,
But it is to be called someone,
Who can be respected.
To all, continue to help,
Not to to be appreciated by others,
But to be respected by yourself.
Copyright © Balbir Singh | Year Posted 2013
In the cold sea my pants fell down and sunk,
And when I came out part of me had shrunk.
The girls all pointed as I'd hurtle
"OMG! Look...a frightened turtle!"
Hey! C'mon, that's no turtle, that's my junk!
Inspired by a Seinfeld episode.
Copyright © Keith Trestrail | Year Posted 2014
Four letters put together to create one word,
with an impeccable definition.
It is a strong word,
Close to the heart, yet
far from the woman you Love.
Butterflies flying, flapping their
orange and white wings in the summer heat.
The butterflies flap, flap their beautiful wings
together in the summertime of Love.
For Love is beautiful, like the summer preludes!
Four letters composed, to a Chopin's masterpiece.
The Romantic pole reaches out, to touch, to hold, to Love.
For these four letters are easy to read
and put together to create a complex concept
with a universal definition.
A four letter word, easy just to say,
but it is harder to show.
For Love is a simple word made up of simple letters,
but a complex meaing that takes most lifetimes to comprehend
and others a short while.
For I've seen hearts broken
and hearts put back together,
with this simple word.
My heart burned, brused, stabbed
knows the dangers of this simple, four letter word.
Love, some think it is a game
to play when you are bored.
Destroying self-esteem of girls,
who are already weak and nieve.
They long for love, but find surrealist dreams,
and see the Man of their dreams slip away in the night.
Gone without a trace.
While she is sucked into false promises,
from simple minded boys,
with only one thing on their mind.
Love..., it is a joke to some.
"I love you," is a laughing stock,
while a slap in the face, and disrespect is in fashion.
Girls, foolish girls walking in lonesome heartbreak,
saying they are in Love.
It is sad to see, and hard to hear, I know it is.
And to me Love is sometimes fair,
and most times a cruel joke.
Love, this four letter word is simple to say, but hard to comprehend.
Love me and I shall take you by the hand
show you caves of mystery,
and skies of grace and meadows, filled with flowers,
dedicated just for you, no one else, but you.
We can make Love on the sandy beaches, under the moonlit sky
under the still stars and shooting ones too.
Have a romantic dinner of oyster-shells and champange and kiss each other,
till we drown in intoxication and fall asleep in each others arms.
huh, Love... A simple, four letter word, that is easy to say,
but even harder to show.
Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013
Turquoise waters, caressing sands
Tanned undulations, sigh
Palawan pleasures unite
Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2014
Summer is a lemonade
Summer breeze blowing the grass around
with a warm sun kissing my face
blue skies wrap and hug me
as I watch the butterflies race.
Summer gives me lazy days
coloured flowers and dancing trees
smell of charcoal and starry nights
brings back childhood memories.
Summer is an endless beach
sun cream, bikinis and beer
salty seaspray, fish and chips
postcards saying "wish you were here".
sunburnt shoulders and fun fares
laughter never seemed to fade
grab the ice and share around
yes Summer is a lemonade
Copyright © Miriam Owens | Year Posted 2013
After the rain,
the speckled glint of shimmering sand
is now muddy brown.
Like a blind, closed tight on the warmth of summer,
the winter beach has shrunken in,
changing the colours of my day into
a darker palette, shades of grey.
The sun shriveled
pale faced and worn
as the cold season begins.
Seagulls a beacon
against a slate November sky
their sound, comfort to a lonely beach.
The steps down to the water, pea green,
slimy weed on stone
bright against an ink-rippled tide.
Seaweed colours bleed into my mind while
textures playfully mingle.
The salt air stings my nostrils
caresses my lungs with wellness.
Sea sounds carry from the shores of Wales
as I crunch the length of the ebbing milk tide.
I look to the horizon and imagine another me
walking a beach somewhere over there,
listening to my thoughts,
as they channel the sea
Grateful for this beauty, the gift of the nature
I look over my shoulder, my footprints remain
solid, as in a freshly cemented path
their sound, echoes in the shells.
Copyright © Eiken Laan | Year Posted 2010
Here I am Running away,
Walking at the beach, counting the days,
I see the sun, I covered my face.
Feeling the wind, I know I can't win in this race.
I sat under A tree,
feeling the sand with my feet, Oh how I want to be free.
These days the problems kept me captive.
These shadows of fears seems to be abrasive.
I just want to stay, I don't want to leave,
It's better in this Island, there are matters you can still believe.
Clear waters, Aqua sky,
I envy the birds that soar & fly.
I want to sing another lullaby,
I sat on a swing & a flashback pass by.
But in every decision you have to be wise.
I don't know why, but to me this is paradise.
And now I lay down on the sand,
A melody that should be put to an end.
And again I wiped my tears,
It's because of these unending fears.
I am hurt, and I am weak,
Then I looked up asking what to seek.
Like a little girl I cried,
I wanted comfort because I'm tired.
Tired of seeing people lying,
tired because I'm also hiding.
tired of all these unanswered questions.
tired of people with their exaggerated opinions.
And I don't want to go back, cos I know I'm safe here.
But God gave me that courage to fight w/ every fear.
Maybe I am confuse now, and maybe not yet satisfied,
But my Faith is giving me the assurance I'll have a balanced Life.
Copyright © Marianne Nolido | Year Posted 2012
Dedicated to an author by the name of William Golding... Enjoy!!!
~Two boys meet on an island
~~One is skin 'n bones
~~~The other one is chubby
They discover a lagoon~
Ralph teases him by calling~~
him "Piggy" - how mean!!~~~
Piggy asks him if
There are other people on
The island with 'em
He has no clue
But this'll answer Piggy's question --
Other boys appear -
All diverse shapes and sizes
What'll happen next??
Have you ever read The Lord of the Flies?
I recommend it if yah haven't read it yet - I must admit
It's a book full of adult words and it's simply...FASCINATING! - no lies
You should read it - or you'll regret it!
Copyright © J. W. Earnings | Year Posted 2013
Show me who you are and i shall paint out broken columns on the valleys of her back as if such figure is un-common
i have found no beauty bending as the vines that are her hair and the frailty of man upon her back is what she bares
bleed her body for the harvest let them feast upon her soul for the nurishment of mother is leaps beyond so bold
she is like the flower growing in the deepest of dark forests,amongst the ivy and hemlock but her skin is much too porous
to concern herself with games that tantalize the men, as they marry on crusade it is her children that she tends
sheath your swords with her ambition and tip your arrows with her will, craft your armour from her strength and in the battle you will kill
come now children from the pasture and lay each upon her side, suckle gently at your mother although theirs pain she does not hide
though the water leaks from rooftops her leaves are thick and block the rain, as the water level rises cling to her branches with no shame
she is the stone upon the beach, once a mountain pound and breached
yet still her disposition clear to love her children that are near
inspired by Roots Frida Kahlo, 1907-1954
Copyright © chriss todd | Year Posted 2013
For chasing the blues away
What better way is there
Than a walk on a sandy beach
With the wind in your hair
Watching the foam on the sea
As it’s whipped up by the wind
Imagining tunes being played
On the rocks as the wind skims
Limpets clinging to life
Immovable objects for sure
The seagull hoping some might fail
Falling to the shore
You can’t help but smile at the dogs
With the wind up their butts
Running in circles trying hard
To catch whatever is up
The funniest sights are the humans at play
Hanging on like grim death to the cord
As their kites swirl and sway
Trying hard not to swear as the wind
carries it away
Contest : Chasing the Blues Away
Dated: 31 January 2013
Copyright © SEREN ROBERTS | Year Posted 2013
Life's a Beach!
Upon the beaches –
Waves will gallivant.
Singing playful songs.
Tides crashing splashing
Washing sandy shores –
Puffs of air through leaves
Softly rustling breeze.
Wafting salty air.
Silence floats out there.
Seagulls squawk above.
Pattering in sand.
Flapping wings sounding.
Motors roar; pop! Pop!
Tires reach the beach.
Screeching to a stop.
Slurping soda pop.
People shout with flair.
As they gather there.
Screaming one and all.
Children find shark’s teeth.
Sand squeaks beneath feet.
Beach balls bounce around.
Thumping on the ground.
Brightly blazing flesh.
Sunburn! Ouch, ouch, ouch!
April 15, 2010
Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2010
shaded outline attraction
turquoise waters lure
on golden sands abound we
sunshine smiling in our hearts
Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2015
today i saw what i feel what was real was not real neither was the idea. Brains shot down in the street like dogs because the veil is still worn on the face. No man know the time when it will all be real. You ever heard of people praying for worse days. As i sit in my maze wondering where the last step took the next, i begin to see that there is epoh some call it hope i see it as something else. i see it just like you saw that ferrari in your drive ways a few minutes ago. time flies so what does the past do? the future must not be too far from the present. As the leaves fall from the tree, i sit and wonder if it will ever grow back. now that i feel that im being watched, its time to return the stolen goods. people say take things to the grave, other leave it above. when i die all i need to do is just hold on because i know shortly i will be home. As you read the spaces between my words remember to fill up before you run out of gas in the worst place you dont wanna be with the night.....
Copyright © greg bell | Year Posted 2013
As I opened the door
And stepped inside the divine floor
A gentle zephyr bore upon my core
The tranquil ambience aroused me wishes galore
And I felt I’ve completed my journey to God’s manor.
There is the aureole addressing the path,
the path to the house of worship,
even in the dark it is a sign of luminescence
Shinning against all irreverance.
God made heaven and earth and all the angels
and all the extra important angels, called Archangels.
The Archangels were God’s very special friends
and were shinning and strong and powerful
They adhered God's message
To human races.
From the essence of humanity
I feel mankind is comprehensive
They are gifted with a communal harmony
And from the essence of spiritual luminance
Divinity is never classified
And the idol we worship is in the core of mankind.
Today when I see the unity within
I feel to be a part of them
They don’t have any caste as such
Neither have they belonged to any religions
Christians, Hindus and Muslims
Together they are Goans.
Thence I hold my breath
Along the serene western sky
To the sandy coastal line
There to blend with the ocean rage
And legless gamy sight.
Live shells, fresh air and sunrise at the horizon,
a lazy day and a walk to remember.
I gave up everything
just to feel am the only admirer
Along the coast I rove alone,
and I see am being followed,
but not by humans
but by the species I never acquainted before
Seeking for your morning lust,
I call upon a peaceful realm,
I decided to hold your hand,
and thence I committed to feel the warmth.
Before I leave,
let us rock on the sandy beach,
let us blend with the folk culture
and together we will grab the trance music and dance,
the moments we will collect may bring us back to here.
Copyright © Swairik Das | Year Posted 2012
sparkling rays from sky
as surfers ride on the waves...
on sand,love resides
CONTEST:" Ocean-ku "sponsored by Heather Ober.
Copyright © olusegun Arowolo | Year Posted 2013
IT'S BEEN A BUSY SEASIDE SUMMER DAY..
WHILE THE SUN WAS AT IT'S HEIGHT AND BURNING
UP THE DAY...
ON THE BEACH THEY'RE LAYING AND BASKING
IN THE SUN...
SOME TURN A GOLDEN COLOUR..
WHILE OTHERS GLOW A SCARLET RED JUST LIKE
A STICK OF SEASIDE ROCK...
BEWARE THE UV'S, THERE'S CANCER IN THE AIR..
THE DECK CHAIRS WEAR CONTENTED SMILES WITH
PEOPLE IN THEIR LAPS..
WHILE AT THE WATERS EDGE THE CHILDREN PLAY..
DANCING WILDLY IN THE WATER....
LAUGHING LOUDLY AT THE WAVES....
THE OLDIES ARE OUT THERE PADDLING WHILE TIGHTLY
SHE HOLDS HER DRESS UP TO HER KNEES.
GOD, DO THEY STILL WEAR BLOOMERS..
WHILE OUT AT SEA THE LILO'S FLOAT....
AND BOBBLE IN THE WAVES..
FIGHTING WITH THE CURRENTS..
THERE'S A COUPLE WITH A WAYWARD BEACH BALL...
YOU KNOW WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN..
AS IT LANDS IN SOMEONE'S PICNIC LUNCH..
ICE CREAM, DRINKS AND CANDY FLOSS..
THE SMELL OF GREASY FISH AND CHIPS..
I'M CRAVING FOR A QUIET PLACE.
THE NOISE AROUND IS QUITE UNSETTLING..
THE SHOUTING, SCREAMING, PEOPLE FALLING OUT
AND PEOPLE MAKING OUT...
WILL SOMEONE STOP THAT DOG FROM BARKING..
PLEASE GET ME UNDER A LARGE UMBRELLA..
I'M BURNING IN THE RAYS..
WHILE NEXT TO ME THE RAUCOUS SOUNDING SEAGULLS
FIGHT FOR SCRAPS OF FOOD..
FOR ALL THE SUN THE DAY IS PASSING BY AND SOON
THE LIGHT WILL GO TO SLEEP..
THE NOISE HAS NOW ABATED AND IS DRIFTING OUT TO SEA..
THE BEACH WILL SOON BE EMPTY AND PEACEFUL ONCE AGAIN..
THE TIDE HAS WOKEN UP AND IS CLAWING BACK THE SHORE..
SLOWLY FIRST THEN WITH A BRUTAL RUSH.
THE CRASHING, FOAMING WAVES LAY WHITENED ON THE BEACH..
A SILENT CHILL IS FELT AS EVENING SLOWLY FALLS..
THERE'S SHADOW'S ON THE PROMENADE AS LONELY JOGGERS RUN..
PUFFING OUT THEIR CHEST'S AND GETTING OUT OF BREATH..
IT'S BEEN A LONG AND STRESSFUL DAY AND I NEED A CUP OF TEA..
AND A MOMENT TO MYSELF..........
Copyright © stephen blencowe | Year Posted 2012
standing on the sand
she lifts her face to the sun
silverfish darts by
Copyright © Patricia Sawyer | Year Posted 2012
now thrown am I
cast against such winds
never to rescind
for blazes born tempest
against such sporadic
chances to return, doubt!
she, cast by zigging
when eyes no longer focus
escape, this tyrant knows.
Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2015
Standing on the pier one sunny day,
Santa Barbara was sunny, and many children were on the beach at play.
I realized that a lot of blessings I've been given,
It felt good that I had everything and I had a life worth living.
The salt air filled the day along with a calm breeze,
Smelling the scent of salt and the crashing waves on the beach made me very at
God has fashioned a world that is majestic in it's scope,
Beautifully painted put together for us and it's no joke.
Take a good look around, take a good look and see,
Masterfully painted for us to enjoy a world made for you and me.
We as humans (not all), see our world being totally trashed,
Paper, cigarette butts, line up along the pillars that in itself is rash.
Unwittingly people don't think, and throw these items on the ground.
When just a few feet away there is a trash can, they are all around.
Why do people do this? When they fail to stop, think and see,
That the first rain storm sends all of this trash to the open sea.
Take a minute if you would and think? Reflect if we all did the same thing,
Our oceans would become a large toilet and what diseases it would bring.
Our Lord is wrathful, angry, seeing His masterpiece, His planet, being abused.
On this pier I reflect how fragile our oceans are, and I'm not at all amused.
Water on the planet is becoming more and more harder to find,
Clean water is becoming scarce, our race (Human), is really in a bind.
Nations shortly will go to war over this precious gift, it will become harder to find.
Add droughts, famine, water shortages, and the lack of rain, we must be blind.
All will add to the suffering of our race, a cause of a lot of pain.
Because ignoring God's laws He'll hold back the much needed rain.
So please for all of our sons and daughters and for all our sakes,
Make sure to put your trash in the cans provided a minute is all it takes.
I'm sure the garbage in your homes go to the proper can,
Why trash the ocean and the earth with garbage, help out your fellow man.
A little bit of thought and conscious mind, is the right thing to do,
It will make our Lord happy, and it starts with people like me and you.
God gave us this masterpiece for us to enjoy, a place of His beauty,
So keeping trash off the ground, is our gift to Him and it's our Christian duty.
Copyright © Robert Ball | Year Posted 2011
Hot summer beach weather,
everywhere you look, everyone's in groups or couples.
Children playing and screaming with joy,
no one is excluded from fun and relaxation.
A trio works together to dig a deep hole on the shore,
father and son do the same further in, but got bored.
A group of kids play in the shallow waves by the pier,
smaller children are hesitant to their new surroundings.
Forecasts say it's nintey degrees today,
beach day, all day, waters are cold, time to jump in.
I fell asleep on the beach, bad thing to do,
so don't get too comfortable, espeacially if there's no one to wake you up.
A couple lies in front of me, he's in love,
it's so obvious, he finds reasons to touch her.
She's tanning, he watches her with compassion,
*sigh*, the happiness of Love, the romaticism of Love on the Beach.
It's getting late, the couple left hours ago,
children are splitting up with new friends to go home.
I stay and wait for the magic to begin, the beauty,
but the sunset magic is not complete, for i don't have my Romeo by my side yet.
Copyright © Brittany Paradis | Year Posted 2009
Walking along the beach on a Saturday morning
I can see the sun smiling from the horizon
The weather is cool and the water is calm
I can feel the gentle hands of sea breeze caressing my face
There are so many people doing different activities
Men and women lying in their shorts and bikinis ready for sun bathing
Young boys and girls in the water swimming and having fun
Little kids on the beach building castle of sand
The dogs are running around barking wildly in excitement
Where ever i look i see beautiful people with smile on their pretty faces
Life seems so perfect just walking along the beach on a Saturday morning.
Copyright © WOLE FRANCIS | Year Posted 2012
The Men, Rolled In … Like Ocean Waves
The Women, Splashed and Sprayed and Splayed
And Laughed and Cried In Salty, Foam-Crests
In Liquid-Blue, Up To Our Breasts …
On Bright, Shine Afternoons …
Or In Fog, Floating In From Coasts, Subdued
And The Men Rolled In … Like Ocean Waves
Playing and Surging, Roaring Out Praise
Buoyed High, Bobbing Up and Down
So Quick, So Strong, The Men Swam …
And Women, Wet in Swimsuits
Carried Away Corals and Seashells, As Loot
Putting Them To Our Ears, Everyday
To Hear What Echoes of Sea, Had To Say
And On Soft, Crystal Sand, Pearls, We Did Lay
As The Men, Rolled In … Like Ocean Waves …
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I do not know?
Textured jewels approaching the horizon
Funneling velvet water
With exhilarating sky
Lush beach fingers the sunset
Delicious day ends
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