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
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!)
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.
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.
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
Turquoise waters, caressing sands
Tanned undulations, sigh
Palawan pleasures unite
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!
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
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.
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
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.....
That guy with Zombie eyes
With love in his disguise
He sucks out life, and minds he does destroy
He says he's the Messiah
And utters words of fire
And promises the seven shades of joy.
A lot of folk be on a search
They know that something lurks
Within the beauty that be there within
And this man he has the power
They think he'll help them flower
And yet the leaders mind be filled with sin.
And when he's hooked them in
With all his righteous din
About God’s wrath and the weight of every sin
He has filled their minds with fear
And made their heads unclear
As they listen to the evil in his din
And families break down
As the kids head out of town
And mums and dads they stay in the commune
Maybe he’ll turn real crazy
His mind might turn real hazy
As another cult it sends folk to their doom
Jan 4 2004.
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.
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.
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..........
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.
Out on the beach with an amazing guy. The sun's so pretty, the sun's so bright. We're walking and talking about all our good times, against the world, hand in hand. Smiling and walking on the beautiful LA sand. We sit on a bolder and watch the sun set. It's an amazing day, one I will never forget. You slip your arm around me as we as we look at the beautiful sea. "I love you," I say as we feel the cool evening breeze. "I love you too," you say and pull out a small black box. I look at you, smile, and my heart stops. You open the box to reveal a beautiful ring. "Will you marry me?" you ask as my eyes fill with tears and my heart starts to sing. My smile gets wider as I say "yes". You pull me close to your chest. I gently kiss you as a tear rolls down my cheek. You brush it away and smile at me. "I love you," I say one more time. "I love you to baby," you say as you smile, "now your deffinitly all mine."
Today's the day, the day that starts the rest of our life. The day you become my husband, the day I become your wife. The last time I saw you was last night. But I woke up to a beautiful sight. A bouque of beautiful red roses lie on your pillow with a note on top. "I love you," it says, "and I can't wait to see you." I smile and whisper "I love you too." I take a shower and walk down to the beach to see how much is done. I step onto the hot sand and I feel the hot sun. It's almost done so I start to head home. I need to here your voice so I call your phone. "Hey babe," you say, "is everything okay?" I tell you everythings fine, I just need to hear you. I tell you I love you. You tell me you love me too. You say you have to go but you'll see me soon. "Okay, I love you," I say and look at the clock, it's almost noon. "I love you too," you say and the line goes dead. I look in the mirror and put my hands on my head. I smile and start to get ready for tonight. The first night of m new life.
I take a look in the mirror one last time. Just to make sure my beautiful dress is fine. I walk down to the beach and wait by the gate. I fix my veil and look at my friend. "You look amazing," she says and puts some flowers in my hand. "Thanks," I say and smile. I can't wait to walk down the aisle.
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 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 with sad eyes
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!" The beach entertainer whispers.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Within my sight of ocean breeze
I see the curve of earth and sea
The little ducks as they walk about
A show of wings for a simple handout.
White clouds pass, subtle and calm
Giving rest to the sun upon the kiddie pond
The sunlight twinkles as the children play
Together they're dancing within the waves.
Here comes a duck with questioning eyes
A piece of bread or even some pie?
Bikinis and trunks play in the sand
Not one of them lovers, not one holding hands.
This all seems distracted as in playful dispute
The beach is so quiet, maybe they're mute
The glare of the sun brings me back to my write
I see the seagulls attacking a kite.
Although the beach I thought serene
This one corrects me of all I have seen
Only the ducks seem peaceful to know
Their questioning eyes and hunger side show.
The people are sad or poor I bet
To come to this beach, in silence get wet
If this is the price of the beach for me
I'll come for the ducks, the ducks are free.
BY: DARREN J McMURRAY
September 14, 2008