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Details | Verse | |

We Will Never Know

The sky was orange, red and peach
we strolled towards each other
on a deserted pebbled beach
a smile that got us talking
together slowly walking
till twilight crept unseen
then off reluctantly
on a deserted pebbled beach
we went our separate ways
but first a promise made
next day to meet in the same place.

The sky now yellow, mauve and blue
I stroll alone by water's edge
on a deserted pebbled beach
searching for a voice
a smile just out of reach
your presence unseen
where the surf briefly meets
the shore, only to recede
two souls forever out of reach
on a deserted pebbled beach
where a promise was made
and would break along the waves

was love not meant to grow?
we will never know....






A collaboration by Paul Callus & Kelly Deschler




Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Island of Sylt

I smile and feel the wind massage my face
Then close my eyes to smell the fresh sea air
The seagull’s wings catch wind then float with grace
A day on Sylt can wash away all care.

I love to see the changing of your tide
Then feel your mud squeeze gently through each toe
You steal my breath your rippled surface wide
Now baring gifts of sea shells as you go.

When you return your rushing waters swirl 
And take back all your precious jewels too
I watch in wonder as your wavings curl
And I’m in awe just at the sight of you

Now lying on your sand I watch each cloud
They tell me stories changing forms for me
Today the Greek Gods sat there very proud
As if they wanted all the world to see

The sun has bent down low to take a drink
Now thirsty from his journey through the sky 
He dips his head in waters turning pink
Then quickly disappearing shuts his eye 

Oh, isle of Sylt your sandy beaches fair
Invite me to return and taste your shore
The salty waters where I’ll sit and stare
Oh, isle of Sylt I’m knocking at your door 

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
09.22.2014
Contest: Iambic Verse II
Giorgio A.V.
3rd


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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 | Prose Poetry | |

Sand Castles

Upon a beach I came to stand
And watched a child at play. 
He did while playing in the sand
A point of life convey. 

With scoops and buckets he did build 
A structure tall and grand. 
And to the child the beach did yield 
A castle made of sand. 

But as he left, I do recall, 
Away I did not turn. 
And with the coming night would fall
A lesson to be learned. 

The tide came in, with force did strike, 
The castle could not stand. 
And I was shown how life is like
A castle made of sand. 

And man is but a child at play, 
His works they will not last. 
For all he builds within days
Shall be by time surpassed. 

Each thing we do, Each thing we say, 
Each notion we conceive,
They all to soon shall pass away, 
Yes, this I do believe. 

We leave no mark, we leave no trace
That shall forever stand 
Be sure my friend time will erase
Our days however grand.


Details | Ballad | |

Tropical Obsession

I've got a tropical obsession
I think I'm losing my mind
I want to see my work day done
Go out and have some fun
And leave the city life behind.

I love the roar of the ocean
The smell of tanning lotion
A secluded beach somewhere
There are coconuts in the trees
With a warm and gentle breeze
And a flower in your hair.

I've got a tropical obsession
It's driving me up a wall
I want the palm trees and the shore
Blue skies and so much more
Oh God! I want it all

There's an island in the sea
I can hear it calling me
Saying come on home today
I'll bring my old beach chair
Plant it in the sand somewhere
And that's where I'm going to stay

I've got a tropical obsession
And I just can't set it free
On an island remote
In a little fishing boat
Is where I want to be.


Details | Free verse | |

in the sand

between the grains of sand
all my dreams shattered apart
a cup of my coffee spilled in between
 dissolved between the salty waves
 disappeared
just like a lost dream
between the grains of sand a lost life 
so things seem
no matter how hard I hold on
everything  from between my fingers slip
just like sand   grains
lost between life's sea waves in endless vain
one thing that would remain
that would be pain


Details | Ballade | |

Sea impression

                 
                 Wave a sea softened
                  and a pain and a tenderness
                   throw dreams in fascination
                   of the blue.
                   And let shave the waves of
                   Your eternity , oh, weigh
                    above me,
                    oh,weigh a  coast of years.
                    Carry far in azure, spiral
                    ships,
                    with bulging little abdomens,
                    flutter with mahagony pinions
                    and already in vain  expect you
                    to stop the scales harbours 
                    with hot flames for You are
                    open.
                    Far away, far away ,far away,
                    stretched string,
                    heart and frank await the 
                    hymn of June.
                    All sea sisters are dressed in
                    mother-of-pearl garment
                    embroidered of kiss of 
                    eternity. 
                    In the morning hunts them
                    fishermen and revive with
                    breath of their man’s hands.
                    In the evening girls wash 
                    their black tunics,
                    in their blue hearts,
                    their feet white ,who cadge
                    heavy chains.
                    The night is squeezed enigma
                    and ugly,
                    predatory like a bat pecking
                    of scarlet fig.
                    Sea sisters, sea sisters,
                    remember His steps 
                    which go through you noiselessly,
                  and ou swing like
                  bloody wine-
                 hold in His fingers Herod,
                 Pilate washes his hands,
                in Yours heirs
               and they bristled like winter
               icicles bristles of innoncent blood .
               There at Golgotha 
                hearing terrible cry,
                blood gushes like
               wounded river disappear
               like Easter roses,
              in weeds of flushed 
     preditory crowd,
     to open way of
     saving.
     Who is He?
     Do you heard 
     His name ?
     He is Messiah,
     God’s anoited
      Jesus Christ.
      Like little sheeps,
      clouds of candy floss,
      they welcome festivaly.
       Barefooted are feet 
      of lovely swarthy steps
     of the sun, came to bow,
      before You , Creator.
      The sea throws his 
       magnificent silver flesh,
      blue like heavently lace,
       to swallow all stars 
       only Bethlehem’s
      stays inextinguishable,
       pretty like uncreated
      like an apple of not 
      born girl.      


Details | Ballad | |

I LOVE YOU HAPPINESS

I wanted to put myself in a space occupied by happiness
Sweet embrace of the breeze felt in the sea side of Pahut Bongao near Sanga-sanga
Everyone is happy doing the ritual of Panulak Bala’
The month to throw misfortunes that Tausug believed
Beach full of dancing waves from the sea 
Never limit the horizon of falling leaves of trees



 
2 January 2013
Bongao, Tawi-Tawi Island
Sulu Archipelago


Details | Free verse | |

Sea Glass

Old glass bottles tossed in the sea
Enhanced by years beneath the deep blue
Small chunks or shards paper thin
Root beer brown, forest green
Aquamarine and frosted white ice
Bits and pieces of colored broken glass
Worn by waves, recycled by the sea
Metamorphosis trash to gems

Problem with searching for sea glass
You're hunched over, never looking up
You never real see the coastal view
Afraid you'll miss that one special find


Details | Blank verse | |

Listen To The Sea

Listen to the sea
Hear the waves roar,
Like as if the sound helps you soar
Through pieces of your life.
Let it remind you
That there will always be a friend
Who will be with you thick and through,
Whether it be me
Or someone else,
All I would want is for you to be happy.
If you’re ever lonely,
Just go and listen to the sea…


Details | I do not know? | |

Seaside serenity

Simple treasures we have found
(seaweeds, fossils
seashells, crabs)
as we learned to look around

Walking holding hand
(He stopped
and wrote)
I love you in the sand

As the tides began to rise
(He laughed
I cried) 
as the words disappeared before our eyes

But simple treasures we have found
(become fossilized
loving memories) 
as we learn to look around


Details | Verse | |

End of the Road

At the end of the road,
Pavement expires,
Sand begins.
Sea breezes spray,
Children run,
Seagulls play,
Fish get caught,
By serious men.
Books get read,
And castles built,
While footprints fade,
At the end of the road.

At the end of the road,
Troubles suspend
Smiles replace frowns,
For an entire day.
Laughter rules,
Sunscreen applied.
Lunches consumed,
While gossip is weighed.
Sand dunes rise,
To meet the skies,
At the end of the road.

At the end of the road,
Quiet calms,
Runners breathe,
Banners fly.
Lovers dream,
Porpoise wave,
Sunshine feeds,
Clouds gently move,
Boats troll along,
Never questioning why,
For life is good,
At the end of the road.

© Michael Wegman 2014


Details | Couplet | |

Beachside Food and Drink Slinks

A is for algae, red, green, blue cells, soaking up sun, sliming teeth 
B is for bacterial mat, clumping underneath, earliest born, never asleep

C is for coral reef, the place we all find cover or the sand parrotfish chew and release
D is for diatom, all seeded calcium, all float free, all denizens barely seen

E is for eelgrass, nursery meadows of the anchovy, and other browsers of green 
F is for fan worm, filter feeder like a flower, 8000 species on which fish feed

G is for giant kelp, floating on bladders of air they’re forests of cold waters clean
H is for helmet, the royalty of snails who protect our feet, queen, emperor, king

I is for isopod, the chameleon crustacean, they color match what they eat
J is for jellyball, or cannonball jellyfish, not upside down or moon, avoid their heat

K is for keyhole limpet, favorite food of ochre stars, will erect its own wall
L is for laver, the sea lettuce of nori, it swirls red skirt as ocean falls

M is for mermaid’s purse, the sack of the skate whose yolk keeps them alive
N is for nerite, the prisoner striped snail of the rocky zone as numerous as a hive

O is for oyster drills, the snails that slurp oysters and use them to lay eggs
P is for pleurobranch, a sea slug answer for oranges, with one active leg

Q is for quahog, the bivalve seaman who can survive eating the mud
R is for rove beetle, the one waiting to snatch the unwary beach hopper for good

S is for saxitoxin, those red tides produced by mating that can paralyze humans
T is for tubular sponge, they squish, bore and encrust as space lends

U is for urchin, those spiny skinned balls, no eyes or noses but dig food in sand 
V is for Venus, Music Volutes dined or Vampire Squids skimming along land

W is for whelk, not the musically inclined, but the slow moving snail in a shell
X is for X and a half, the six rayed star, hungry for anything on the half shell

Y is for yucca, blooming on the beach, they bloom nice and tolerate the sand
Z is for Zostera marinara, the address of eel grass when they're feeling grand

All of this green life is what crunches, stinks, dries and slips underfoot
The rest that find the housing and dining compatible means someone’s on the look.


Details | Tanka | |

Jaws in real life

Master of the sea
Smells blood from miles away
Swims with dominance
Sharp serrated teeth devours
Naive humans viciously


Details | Free verse | |

Fun in the Sun

Flesh on show and sun tan lotion
bodies laid on towels or sun lounges 
By the ocean
Salty air wind blown hair
Music streaming from the near by fair
Baby screaming nappies full
Cool guys looking for babes on the pull
Sun shades and floppy hats
Grown men playing cricket with ball and bats 
Sand castles and buckets and spades
Candy floss and lemonade
Father With binoculars pretending to look out to sea
Or read a newspaper but really looking at the bathing beauties
Bikinis and manknies G strings tight where the sun don't shine
Hot dogs and hamburgers the popping of corks from bottles of wine
Hairy legs and wrinkled skin
child almost drowning couldn't swim
Muscle bound Life guards with muscles to impress
Granma lost her false teeth
Dropped between her breasts
Ice creams and summer dreams
Young child peeing in the sea
Among the swimmers splashing about with glee
People playing beach ball and football
Mother calls come on all it's time for tea
Large Busty woman running like jelly on a plate
Wobble wobble
And nearly starting an earthquake
Sand between your toes
Sun burn on your nose
Sweaty arm pits sweaty bums
Toffee apples and bleeding gums
Sea gulls flying screeching high above
Clear blue sky pure white dove
Watching the frothy waves stretch upon the shore
Watching the horizon and tiny boats 10 miles away or more
Dogs running here and there
Sweets being passed around to share
Crabs and shrimps and other critters in a rocky pool
Children with fishing nets and jars to take them back to school
Para gliders pulled by speed boats high in the sky
Oh why do people want to risk life
As they could die
Postcards to write people on there bikes
The smell of fish and chips
Children with jam around their lips
Couples walking hand in hand barefoot on warm sand
Treasured memories and photo's to cherish
Suitcases packed feeling unwound and relaxed
Can't wait until next year when they come back.


Peter Dome.copyright.2013. July.


Details | Free verse | |

The Beach

What a magical place, the beach.
Where there is no need to sing and no need to look back to the regrets of each day.
Where we can silently listen to what it is the waves try to tell
Where the rocks serve as the cushion where we softly lay down each painful         
memory, that even though they hurt we want to protect.
Where the past becomes jealous of the present.
Where we patiently await for the waves to carry away the message in a bottle to some 
safe and nonexistent destination.
											
Yes, the beach, where the cool breeze caresses the stress and sadness off our faces
Where crying in the rain is over-rated
Where every tear drowns a memory
And the waves crash against the rocks as if beating an odd

Where there is no need to sing, do you hear the wind? Do you understand its melody? 
Can you feel its strength undressing every inch of every scar time has tattooed in our 
lives?
The beach and its wide space where you can hear the eco of your silence screaming into 
the air whatever it is that makes you silently cry.
Where every ray of sun burns the unnecessary and painful thoughts that float into space.
Yes, the beach where the silence is invaded by the splendid rudeness of the wind
Where you can build a castle in the sand, be the queen/king, and rule the world.
Where we can freely unleashed the Black Stallion inside our spirits that we are forced to 
imprison.
Where you see the future shine in the polychromatic coral reefs. 
Where salt taste so sweet.
The beach where 5:00 A.M. is the precise time to live for an eternity and 6:00pm the 
precise time to leave it all behind and start all over again.


Details | I do not know? | |

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.





Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Purge

oh, sweet old vine that calms me down at the safe port in the warm sea
let me drink youth and hopes from the same bottle that the fishes swim
the hot sun burns my skin and dries my throat
but i dream about what the green lawns will bring me 
as soon as I get out of this boat

red roses symbolizes the blood in the pacific waters
sharks are fighting swordfishes and shoals are frightened for their sons and daughters 
the only thing that reminds the ocean to clean up all the stains and remains
it’s the expectation for the new battles that the great ships wage with the leviathans inside the captain’s veins

tell him that it’s to late now
cause the mermaid seeks passion from another sailor’s vow
poor man longing in the sea
his kids and wife can’t remember the sound of his arriving
with his footsteps filled with sand flea


Details | Monorhyme | |

Forbidding Island

I swim to an unknown rocky strand, marooned by the captain's hand,
Up on the barren shore I stand, up on the wave-washed sand.
The sandpipers dance a saraband; could I like the birds withstand?
Held by the bars of a coral band, alone in a rocky land.


Details | Haiku | |

Summer

Mood light and sunny Ready for some good party Dancing in the heat Nights clammy and wet Watching stars till midnight Love making so fun Days bright and so hot Out is the bikini suit Seas invite me in!


Details | Free verse | |

Barefoot Dream

Barefoot Dream  ©

A pair of slippers dance along 
the surf line, dank chill seeps into 
supple leather 

Laughter and joy stream out 
across the endless waves, a 
day’s freedom from society’s 
strictures 

Stripped of sock and slip’r 
toes clinch and let loose the 
sandy floor as it shifts and moves 
as in a dance, vanishing under 
her foot
 
Dancing on the heads of 
ancient warriors, lost sailors, 
drown’d lovers

Foamy wet tickles the ankles, 
grains rasp and scrape a 
hardened heel 

Cleansed in the salty froth, tiny 
secreted bones ache with 
numbing cold 

Sodden cotton slaps the calves
A drenched, forever sound as 
the grasp of death’s hand brings 
her down… 

down, down into the blue-black 
arms of the cold sea

Trisha Sugarek
Butterflies and Bullets 


Details | Free verse | |

The Green River

She slips from the sleeping ice.
Green, fresh, free to flow
through the great fjord.
Past the blue mountains.

She glides smoothly
over the rocks with glee,
covering them with her cool touch.
Tall evergreens cheer her on.
Waving as she courses down her chosen path,
carrying life. 

All the while never tiring!
Surging forward to join the others like her.
This vast journey ,
will not end till she reaches
The Great Shores.

Her journey is joyful.
Touching all on her banks,
leaving the gift of life in her wake.


Details | Free verse | |

Why Does the Shore Love the Sea

Why does the shore love the sea?
Giving, always giving...
He lets himself be struck
By the sea in her rage
And will still hold her
As the storm abates-
Why?

My lover says it's because
When they are together,
The world is complete


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Siren's Song

I long for the open sea while gentle waves call to me in my sleep
Dreams of salt air and a boundless horizon
No words ride the night, yet I hear her song and know her voice.

Stand I here at waters' edge while the moon bids her rise to greet me
To embrace her as she beckons me to follow
To become one with her, or perish in the striving

Marooned, here I stand on this island in the sun
Afraid to plunge into the depths, I am rooted…captive
Denying myself passage to that distant horizon

O happy tide, would that I were as free to leave


Details | Light Poetry | |

Chasing the Blues Away

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


Details | Rhyme | |

The Beach At Eby Rd - - - My Quiet Place

 
The Ocean breeze soothes me. The sound of waves relaxes me. Soft sand between my toes, collecting unique driftwood to make crafts, beachcombing is my "quiet place". You can't live on an island and not love the water. I can sit and watch boats sailing by or watch eagles soaring in the sky. The beach is where I go to sooth my soul and find my inspiration. ~~~~ The Beach at Eby Rd.~~~~ (my quiet place) At the end of the road, I park, leaving my shoes behind. I walk along the sandy beach. All troubles leave my mind. I breathe in the sweet ocean air, raise my face to the sun. Inspiration flows through my veins. Another poem's begun.
for Sara Kendrick's contest "My Quiet Place"


Details | Rhyme | |

a Paddle in the Sea

The first sign of summer
has this day appeared so clear
the sky's blue with sun about
you can feel it so very near

So to the beach I did go
Tshirt and shorts was my wear
took off trainers and socks
who's looking! I did not care

I then paddled along the sea
my feet was completely wet
so refreshing and cool the water
the time escaped like we'd never met

This is such a good feeling
wish it would last for ever
feeling the rays of the sun
all over myself like a flowing river

So pray for more sunny days
bright and warm is our wish
all over the world this summer
served up like our fav dish

AUTHOR NOTES: 
Walking along the beach on the Scottish North Ayrshire coastline the other day,
 it was our first really warm sunny day of the summer, just a few thoughts on the 
experience.


Details | Couplet | |

FANCY FREE

We're dancing barefoot by a moonlit sea,
Silhouettes of two lovers so fancy free!

Sponsor: Juli- Michelle
Contest Name: Rhyme Battle: Round 6 
Date: 4-24-14


Details | Free verse | |

THE BIG BLUE

Mid-summer breezes bellow a 
Whistling tune,
Echoing soft melodies freedom's,
 Playful abandonment.
Against sandy shores waves gently,
 Splashing,
Multicolored shells mixing amongst,
 Pebbles,
 Rolling'n'turning hear the everlasting,
 Hush.   
Gliding torrents dive through rough,
 Surf,
Greedily seagulls screeching, 
Screaming who was here first.
Snappy crabs running to and fro, 
Tasty morsels at a fleeing feast.
Then suddenly captured, dragged by, 
Watery under toes.
Rippling calmness returns at last, 
Basking in days repast.
Day break's glow warms mans soul, 
And awakens his heart.
Yet nay know mortal's eye can deny,
Such beauty that lies before him.
Tranquility's slumber lie thee down,
Gently rock me by the sounds of 
The sounding sea.
Release thus abandonment’s spirit,
Foam unto spray washes all my, 
Troubles away.
Here at night's curtain fall,
While stars above shimmer 
And shine.
Another morning sunrise appears,
But quietly I know longer remain.
Silence can become a bitter sweet,
 Thing,
Just once more to hear distant 
Loons calling sorrows cry,
But nothing except silences, 
Response, 
Answers to me in still calm.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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 | Haiku | |

Natures Bed

Tiny grains of sand,
so hot yet, soft to the touch;
lovely beach bedding.


Details | Haiku | |

Inhaleing the Sea

Foamy green waves crest
Delivering sweet sea gust
A heavenly spice


Details | Monoku | |

Anguish in Waves


                     Vast is the ocean,never will it know itself.Tides or emotions?



                                                   06DEC13


Details | Free verse | |

A delicious day

Sifting warm sand 
through my fingers
lustrous fine grains 
glitter my palm.
Soothed
by the soft powdery touch,
I sit for a while 
under the rocks
My bare feet 
swirl patterns in the sand
as I idly watch
a beach life unfold

Bustling mother’s set up home 
on plaid blankets
colourful beach bags 
thick with togs and towels
Buckets, spades
strewn all around
a picnic stored carefully
under a shady umbrella,
they gather the children
skip giddy with glee
slapping sunscreen 
on lithe limbs
with index finger
warnings
of do's and don'ts.

My gaze drifts to 
little pink sisters,
their chubby faces 
alive with imagination
as nimble bodies 
straddle the sand,
all wrapped up 
in mounds of castles
studding their dreams 
with pearly shells 
and whispering tales
of pretty princesses.

At the water’s edge
long legs prancing
tip toeing warmth
into the chilly sea
up to their waists in
crested waves
dipping and diving,
an ocean of laughter
as young lads play
splashing and yelling
a ball in the air
they plunge.

Picking up my sandals,
I walk up the beach
under the bridge
past crimson valerian 
It’s balmy perfume 
scenting a delicious day


Details | I do not know? | |

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...


Details | Free verse | |

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? 


Details | Verse | |

A Day at the Beach

Foaming bubbles on the sand
As salty water reaches land
The thunderous sound of waves crashing
Children joyfully laughing and splashing

It is another Aussie Summer on the beach
Work and stress, way out of reach
Time to relax, soak up some rays
Take a step into a new phase

The gulls high above are soaring
In the white sand kids are drawing
Amateur love hearts in the sand
As loving couples walk hand in hand

There’s an abundance of happiness
Plenty of smiles and a kind of peacefulness
A warm glow, spreading out from within
Take a deep breath as your surroundings sink in

A myriad of ancient rock pools to explore
Full of oceans’ treasures galore
All odd and ends swept in from the sea
Discoveries made as imaginations run free

Water laps at your toes as you stand on the shore
Multi-coloured shell fragments lifted off the ocean floor
Are scattered haphazardly along the water line
Shells hammered by forces into shards so fine

A Mother holds a shell against her daughters’ ear
Explaining the ocean sound that you can hear
A wondrous smile grows on the child’s face
She is mesmerised by this magical place

The beach is unique, in a class of its own
A place to go for comfort or when you’re feeling alone
Aquamarine water and white tipped waves
Brings about great content, as your soul it saves.

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©copyright Juanita Torr
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Details | Free verse | |

The Pier by the sea


The sound of the sea
so close to my door
a blue feeling in my fingers
my spirit is not so blue...

Our walks on the pier
where I am born eternal
the entire color aurora
awakens the sea and you...

Love swim so close to me
madness love me on this shipwreck
the oars and port is breaking
If only I had a boat...

Floating seagulls for an instant would stop
and shout my voice
in such a jovial churn
a simple duel mystery...

Duel of music in the air
the open magnolia of your kisses
dresses the waves of passion
with the passionate view of distant sailboats...

The entire aurora
awakens the sea in you
stretched in a dream
the gulls carry to my hands

Leaving me
two water skies...


Details | Romanticism | |

Plucked Raven Feather

Sprays of thought swing us back to the art you have carved
Rejuvenating sentiments, reveling correction into acceptance
Straight to the supernova galaxy’s romance
A place where we can shape with our very fingers
The atlas of passionate, curious fraught 
That is loosened by the very sand heaved by the waves
Dawned by the nights rejected, 
We implore upon the Venus blinding our envisioning
Never once tearing away the organs with fabricated poisons

He is a calm wave all but surfaced to destroy
Pulled among tides of extravagant luster mustered into lust
With persistence of a tempest pulling dissensions of waste
And sharp as the tip of the plucked raven feather
My eyes open to his illumination
To show just how dull my own lighting has been all the while!
I want to read him like a book
But as he paragraphs line after line
Wordless after word,
I am reduced to the tired tears of unexplained mawkishness

I think I am falling for this deity,
Yet worlds of expectancy veer me away from the courses of delight
Somehow the waves of his calm spoke to me
And under the tier of the calm,
Is a flail of tension accustomed to an almost doubtful reconciliation 
I finally understand
There is a viral hope that is both maddening and sweet
Like the sufferers rot for sufferers to come
A seed is planted and laid to rest for other generations
Under the layers never peeled
Under the very sands of his life
He indicates nothing but the illusion of hint
And pours forth a wisdom I have known all but none 

All time would have to persevere 
Because this fight for Venus’s light cannot be clearer
When all the doubt is dispatched from its shadowy domain
Into pure exposure; it reveals all but nothing!
Fear does not exist in his rays!
He is a sea of comfort sailing with the very putative storm I ache for!
Never asking for the shipwreck of my desire to be salvaged
Taking nothing from me, but giving all

And the beaked heaven flies on, letting me have his feather
The pulse of his wings electrifying my fingertips
I held on that split moment with excitement
Feeling his texture overhead
Like a flower pulled from the ground
Like the tip of Venus has dulled for the sake of my light...


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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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Happy Infants

                         The angry sound of rough and
                       raging april tide, as waves anoint
                      the awaiting rocky empty pools, as
                      limpets always clinging on to every
         side, awaiting seagulls, anticipating Crustacean arrival

             Sad eyed donkeys in line each waiting and hoping a
                          happy infant feeds a carrot each
                    
                      Sandcastles are built on the empty
                         beach and knocked  over by a
                gang of senseless idiotic teenagers, already
                   chatting and deftly arranging dates and
                       times  on their own phones, each
                     child of nature easily pleased again.





Con/Vow contest


Details | Haiku | |

Natures Bed

Tiny grains of sand,
So hot yet, soft to the touch;
lovely beach bedding.


Details | Narrative | |

Limassol Twilight

It was a warm summer night
In a glowing neon dream
When I walked under palms
By the ultra-violet sea

Where Soft light rained down
Gently spread upon the beach
Hazy sky and oceans blurred
Aqua, orange, purples, pink

In the atmospheric twilight
I strolled the endless avenue
Mixing with the bar lights
Entranced by the sea view

Reflecting on the waters 
Were flickering yellow strokes
Where freight ships turned to fairylights
Like a painting on the Rhone

Along the lamplit concourse
Ambient and watercolour washed
A stream of strollers poured
Soaking up the dusk

And With the flow of a ghostly breeze
I brushed by lovers and loners  
Slender exotic joggers
And the Sunset bathing homeless

To this day it burns inside
My first night in Limassol
Industrial Miami
She left colours in my eyes


Details | Free verse | |

Sea Haven Delight

Our beach house,
Just for a week,
A week that goes so slow,
But way too fast,
A week of no responsibilities,
One week of no worries or cares,
Of laying in the sun,
Of playing in the surf,
A week of peace,
At the Outer Banks,
With my Dad's side of the family,
Not as close to the beach as previous years,
But a beautiful house,
Too big in my eyes,
But large enough for fifteen people,
Warm southern sun makes me want to stay,
A cool breeze off the ocean is perfect,
There is no place in the world that I'd rather be right now.


Details | Free verse | |

Low Tide

The tide's out at present
 Means the water's further away
 There's a whole lot more
 Beach out there
 Than there was
 Six or even five hours ago
 Temporary real estate
 Suitable for construction
 Of the grandest of sandcastles
 Unobstructed sea views
 One hundred and eighty degree vista
 No permit required
 
Its a longer walk to the water
 But not as far to swim
 As it often is
 This time of day
 It's thanks to the moon we're told
 Taking the beach away
 Every 12 hours
 For cleaning I imagine


Details | I do not know? | |

seashell

Seashell
as I take shape
i lie here in wait 
the wind beating
upon my back
my image carved out 
by gritty sands of
life
i feel my grooves;
their hardness
i get smoothed over
by the warm sun
but  jagged edges
still remain
not as pristine as
when I began
i am swept up 
by the gentle palm
of  tide
the water-it
absolves me
rightly cleansed
 i face sand and
wind again
picked up and thrown
down 
never the right fit
battered by the
elements of time
as I take shape
lifted up from this
place of toil
 at last
held to my saviours’
ear
i sing a song of
redemption
for my glorious god
to hear
-8/3/14-


Details | Rhyme | |

Summer Dream

Rocky cliffs over the sea
breezes blowing a summer
dream. The sun is setting with
amber glows and blend with the
blue evening as it changes ever
so slow.

I see the gulls glide below 
over the water and beach,
as people leave before the night
takes the evenings glow, that
feels just out of reach.

The last of the light from the sun 
then fades and the stars begin to take
the light of day's place. I reach out
and try to touch the sky and pretend I
can catch a comet as it passes by.

As the fire burns down to ash
I close up my jacket and prepare
to walk through the rocky, archway
pass; To my home where I do sleep
and hope that tomorrow I can come
back and dream.


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A Diamond Afternoon

Summer Beach

Sifting warm sand 
through my fingers
lustrous fine grains 
glitter my palm.
Soothed by
the soft powdery touch,
I sit for a while 
under the rocks,
my bare feet 
swirl patterns in the sand
as I watch
a beach life unfold.

Bustling mothers 
set up home 
on plaid blankets
colourful beach bags 
spilling with  towels
buckets, spades
strewn all around,
a picnic stored 
under an umbrella,
children gathered
skip giddy with glee,
scent of sunscreen 
on lily white limbs.

My gaze drifts to 
little pink sisters,
chubby faces 
bubbling with desire.
Nimble bodies 
straggle the sand,
wrapped in a world 
of castles and dreams.
They stud  mounds
with pearly shells 
whispering stories
of princes 
and princesses.

At the water’s edge
long legs prancing
tiptoeing warmth
into an icy sea.
Lads
splash and play,
high jumping the waves.
Ball punched into the air,
hands outstretched 
grappling madly,
they plunge
in an explosion 
of salty laughter.

Strolling the tide line,
bare feet on wet sand,
I bask for a moment
beneath a honey sun,
life sparkling
on a diamond afternoon.

MMC © 2011


Details | Free verse | |

Homesick

There's this girl that I know who misses her home
The place filled with laughter, her joy, and her hope.
This girl, she is sad, and I've seen her heart break.
She just doesn't belong here, and she doesn't want to stay.

When she's at the beach she just sits and she stares
Across the water to who knows where.
The ocean is the one place she has found on this Earth
That fills her with any kind of peace and hope.
Though still she is sad, she's not where she belongs,
But at least at the ocean the fierce homesickness calms.

She'll walk down the beach and look out at the water,
Totally uncaring of those who might watch her.
She knows she's not normal, that she isn't like them.
But she knows that they cold never understand.

This girl that I speak of, how I know her well. Yet at the same time I hardly know her at all.
It seems to me as I walk down that beach that
I'm never gonna know of who I truly speak.
Because as long as I'm here, so far from my home, my heart, my pain there, my hope,
I am only half here. 
I am only half home.
And all that I want....I just want to go home.


Details | Free verse | |

When the Tide Goes Out

When the tide goes out your day at the beach is over.
When the tide goes out all the shells on the sea bottom are uncovered, glistening in the 
fading sunlight like jewels.
When the tide goes out and you are gone, all the birds land on your sand castle and it 
collapses under them, scaring them to the next castle down the beach, till all that's left are 
piles of sand, for the fading tide to carry away.
When the tide goes out all the sea snails and hermit crabs come out for a breath of fresh air.
When the tide goes out you get to see the coral and moss-covered rocks, drying and 
hardening in the unwanted air.
When the tide goes out the beauty of the beach is uncovered, yet most of us aren't there to 
see it.
When the tide goes out.


Details | I do not know? | |

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


Details | Rispetto | |

Our Summer Fun


The summer sun shined in the sky like a jewel. Dad and daughter happily played in the waves. Beach sand was hot but the saltwater felt cool. This day in my memory, I'll always save. A ride on Dad's shoulders always made me smile. Holding my hand, we walked the beach for a mile. My dad wearing flip flops and his cut off jeans, searching for shells, my mind's eye relives the scene. Hot dogs in hand as sea gulls swooped down to spy, hoping to steal a bite of our beach cuisine. Sodas in cans, rock and roll played in hifi, bare feet in the sand, body doused in sunscreen. Details have faded over the many years, but this day's imprinted behind salted tears. A vision of ocean sparkling in the sun, hearing Dad's laugh on the shore, our summer fun By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, April 14, 2012 for A Summer Memory contest (Frank Herrera) Third place


Details | Light Poetry | |

Grain Of Sand

Inconsequential grain of sand No less a star upon the strand Than nebulae, in the Heavens grand Tossed about by waves and tides No different than a comets ride Small in scale, yet traveled well Smoothed and formed on every side By Heavens hand and Neptune’s whim And doomed to salty universe to swim Polished bright as nova’s light This grain of sand…once dim Tiny grains of polished sand Jupiter worlds of size so grand Both afloat in worlds remote Both formed by cosmic hand Alien worlds, stardust keeps Briny climes, darkest deeps Both the same…just different names Of stone that neither dreams nor sleeps But roam about their different worlds Bejeweled with stars and milky pearls One in skies and Heavens grand The other in tidal pools and swirls But each of import, no more or less Grander Than… an inconsequential …Grain of sand…


Details | Quintella | |

DIVING IN

Relentlessly Sun beating down Fierce the glare, making me frown Sand, like grains of wisdom, needling Unwelcome, persistent wheedling In the mimeses I will drown Table Bay glistens within reach Waves rolling onto pristine beach Neptune favouring emerald green Seagulls parading, feathers preen Gannets diving – an endless screech The Atlantic notoriously cold Bracing myself – fear on firm hold Salt spray stinging, lashing my face Against the cold I myself brace Welcome water around me fold New Year resolutions we make Bad habits gladly we forsake Fearing hostile, unknown future Uncertainty we’ve to endure Diving in, the mould I shall break © 2012 by Suzette Crous
A HAPPY NEW YEAR to all Please see the About section for the photo of the scene described.


Details | I do not know? | |

We Almost Had It All

By the beach, I walk. I see sea gulls flock. Breeze touching my face, 
I can almost feel your embrace. 

From a distance, I hear you whisper. From a distance, I hear it clearer. 
I stop my heart, I make it tame. When I hear you call out my name. 

I hear sea waves crashing against the rocks. The sound of it makes me 
miss you a lot. Softly, the birds sing their song. Oh how much for you 
I long! 

From a distance, I hear you speak. As I hear your voice, my knees go 
weak. If only I knew the words to express how I feel. Then you’d be 
with me, you’d be here. 

By the beach, the sun sets. I remember the day we first met. You were 
by the beach on your knees. Asking my name, you even said please. 

From a distance I see it before my eyes. I remembered too well how sparks 
started to fly. We were inseparable, we fell so in love as we walked by 
the beach gazing the stars above. 

By the beach, we were to wed. It all changed when that fatal accident happened. 
I remember too well that fateful night. Watching the news, it was a horrible 
sight! 

You were driving, on your way to me. When a car swiveled and took you away from 
me. In the news, about your death I learned. I couldn’t breathe, my throat burned. 

I cried a river upon realization. I just couldn’t stop this painful sensation. 
I once had you, you were mine. Now everything isn’t fine. 

I hear the waves beat against the shore and here I am with a mountain to climb.
If I could just change it all you're heart would beat here next to mine. 

My love, sweet love I say this so that you'll know, "Though you're now gone away 
from me it doesn't mean I'll ever let you go."

My love, sweet love, never can I replace you, no one in this world will ever do. 
They'll never understand that my true love is only you. 

Oh love, sweet love you were the very best thing that my Creator has given me. 
By the beach, I stand here and there's nothing left but memories.  

You were my heart 
You were my soul 
Yes my tears do steady fall. 

In our grasp 
It was there 
Babe, we almost had it all!
*********************************
This poem was written by Lizann Tan and myself


Details | Haiku | |

Unwrapp

autumn full-moon-night

desperate pink shiny beach 

unwrapped by back tide


Details | Alliteration | |

Signs of Shoe Soul Designs in the Soft Sand

Fashion shoe treads imprinted on the bisque beach 
global longtitude/latitude design airborne print in flight
Honeycomb print slowly pacing synchronising footsteps
Concentric wave prints grouping Fine detail pattern soul 
beside clearly printed  diamond  fishbone sports design
Heavily studded  trail souls tread along large  paw prints
Simply dotted  aerobic shoeprint  next  to  little  dog paws
A  new soft pink fluffy seaweed  floats in  lacy ocean foam
Large horseshoe prints clomp  digging deeply in the sand
Smaller horseshoes gather  meeting near a water  trough
Fresh green seagrass clumped like  freshly cut long lawn
cradles long ball strands of  yellow ochre squirting beads 
Bare feet touching soft sticky sand immersed wet in water
Naked  footprints  side by side breathing beach vibrations
Two  lovehearts drawn in the light brown sand interlocked.
Sandcastles decorated with shells sit sturdily on the shore.


Details | Ballad | |

Surfer

The boy scans the horizon looking into his soul
And the beauty of the waves as they roll

Sun sits just above the lowest cloud in the distance
Today there is no resistance

Breaking into a run for Neptune’s playground
The beat against his board a familiar sound

Smiling to himself for the freedom he knows here
A break he sees the next one is clear

A few strokes and he stands guiding his board
Through the enchanting spray and the roar

A dolphin joins him on the wave their fun evident
A blessing of conjoining spirits now spent

A swell surges from the kiss of the tempest wind
Enraging the boys inner sin

Take hold of the reins Neptune he shouts
Again he braces for the watery bouts

The beach clears of visitors he makes his stand
Today I am no longer boy, but man

The companion sees his courage and swims near
Drowning is his inner fear

The crest of his wave broke only to rise again
Awaking the instincts within

He swims in front of his beast and stands proud
Turning his waist smartly to ride it out

He slips under the ripcurl entering the tunnel
A roar inside hint at disgruntled

The water closes in to seal him in
A chance to break him his back to end

Not quick enough he thinks to himself
As he races back to the beach in health


Details | Haiku | |

Wafting Song

Belugas sweet song
Rides the air waves of ocean
Rare and beautiful.


Details | Free verse | |

Hollywood Beach Gulls

       HOLLYWOOD BEACH GULLS
Regrettably the sun was setting low
on wings of gulls all red and fiery eyed
they plucked the popcorn from our waiting hand
as if we  had a dream to give to them
or sang a song they might have understood.

There in their shrilled descent they had such grace
my heart lept to an all time vibrant shrill
and wondered just how far their wings could fly
if only words of love could let us soar.

But words of love are only past regrets
of humping on the beach for me and you
after the gulls have found their nesting place
and making it on their own. Will I die
another death without the touch of you?

That bastard seagull. Wasn't he the shame
of Hollywood Beach that sunny afternoon
we met and we made love for real?
Not in St Johns
where I lived a mile from you
But in Hollywood Beach
where a drunk can be a drunk
but in goodf company
But we were just too drunk to remember,
like everyone else on the beach
all of us down from the great St Johns Blizzard,
doing what Canadians do best
staying drunk long enough to forget it all
when we got back home.
But in St Johns, we had the bitter cold as an excuse
for being drunk all of the time.

On Hollywood Beach, the gulls all knew
We didn't need an excuse,
we just did it.


Details | Verse | |

Wild Ocean Park

In the dark of night
The sea is black
The only light
From the lighthouse stack

All the sea’s creatures
Below the water line
The life on the beaches
Where the sand is so fine

Live as one being
Encompassed by dark
One eye all seeing
Wild ocean park.
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©copyright Juanita Torr
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The Gathering

The Gathering
It started with the sun
casting colors on the sand,  sun
tanned brown	
pointing cowry shells – golden baked
	
An old seagull by the sea watches me collect
a gathering of shells to string around your neck 

There are feathers scattered
and I weave them between my collection
of earth and sea - softness and smiles
From God - to sea and sand - to bird - me
Our gathering - an Offering
As our little old bird watches by seaweed freshly brought
sharing in this joyful weaving  - for you.
Gathering too.




First published: Dual Coast


Details | Blank verse | |

SUMMERTIME BLUES


     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
     HOLDING HANDS..
     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..........        


Details | Rhyme | |

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.


Details | Blank verse | |

Cinnamon Sugar Sand..

The sun glitters on  the seas smooth surface viewed high  from a hilltop 
Light blue and  pink wrinkles shimmer irredescently  on  the ocean's skin.
Cinnamon sugar sand lapped and soaked by effervescent lemonade froth
Purple fairy  floss sponges  entwine with different size orange cone shells 
With outgoing waves Bubbles stream from the crab holes like champagne 
A symphony of ocean sounds  rumbling thunderlike  echoing hissing foam
crashing waves to the splishing , splashing, fizzing sounds of dissipating 
 froth incoming and outgoing the translucent blue sea like a fresh soda.
On the pier  the tangerine sunset reflects on the deep green glassy water...
Sea breezes blowing a cooling wind Bristling breeze  Murmmering ocean 
The cliffy hillsides carve a steep stairway to yet another hidden beach..
Like jewels dotted on the sand , these beautiful sea-rocks and shells
sit,   it seems untouched ,  lay softly embedded in the damp sand.
This  beach also yeilds  thick, green seaweed  and fossilised sponges .
Every beach has its own special seaweed , unique shells and rock shapes.
From the roadway  the dusk descends a cat  on  the beachside curb
As the light fades two more cats quietly  emerge from the shadows..
Quickly slinking out from the hollows, nooks and crannies more cats appear..
In the space of a few minutes the beach road is teeming with felines
Out of the darkness a car approaches to join this mysterious meeting.
A woman steps out of the car with parcels and the cats crowd around her..


Details | Free verse | |

WALKING ALONG THE BEACH

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.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Surf's Up With Danny

(or)  Those Summer Days With Danny

Those Sun-Filled Days With Danny
Where We Walked Along The Shore
Beside Star-Fish Strewn On The Beach
Tossed Above The Ocean's Floor ...

Where Danny Surfed The Waves
and Raced The Crested Curls
& Showed How To Ride Water-Roller-Coasters
To His First Love's (Gidget) Girl ...

With Ocean's Roar In Our Ears
and Echoes of Found Seashells
We Would Kiss & Say ... 'I Love You'
& Write It, So Sands of Time Would Tell ...

... of Summer Days With Danny
Where The Sun Became Our Clock
The Day Stood-Still & Dipped In Ponds
As Spray Dashed Upon Pier-Rocks ...

Where We Sat & Made Our Plans
of A Future For First Love
Those Sun-Filled Days With Danny
Beneath A Beach-Umbrella-Cove

In Those Days We'd Met 'Rider-Pete'
Who, Many Had Tagged 'Beach Bum'
But Pete Taught What He Lived & Loved
& Was A King When He Made Surf Runs! ...

Days of Seventeen, Picnics & Parties
Naiviette' & Swim-Wear, Nearly Nude
Showed The Glow of Beautiful Bodies
A-Glistening ... While Gleaming The Cube ...

and Falling In Love From High Altitudes
With A ... 'Raindrop On A Dam'  ... Attitude
In Those Days With My Hot-Dog, Danny-Dude
Sharing Thrills of Lightning Tunnels Thru Tubes ...

With Danny & His Big Dipper
Who Was Like A Raider, Raised On Waves!
But Me On My Glass Slipper ...
Knew Which 'Big Ones' Not To Chase ...

In Those Summer Days of Beach Volleyball
Throwing Frisbees With Moon-Doggies & Girlfriends
But Our Favorite & Most Fun Hangout Was
In The Forum of 'Hanging Ten' ...

Into The Great Rolls of Sparkling Ripples
Paddling Out To Rush Riptides- Poured
When Life Was Stronger & Simple
... We Rose & Raced On Glossed Surfboards ...

To Return To Repose On Abandoned Blankets
While Watching Glorious Sunsets
In Those Summer Days With Danny
And First Love ... I'll Not Forget ...

Those Sun-Filled Days With Danny
That Season of Sweet, First-Love
of Ocean-Wave-Chariots, Riding Me ...
Like Sunshine Rides On Wings of Doves ...

... aahh ... Those Summer-Surf-Filled Days
With Danny

     Written & Copyrighted © :  5/27/2014
                    by:  MoonBee Canady


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THE RUSH OF EBBING WAVES

back and forth, boxsliding.
tossing and turning on the ocean waves;
the rush of ebbing tides moving,
similar to the unsaved lives of our days,
mixture of emotions gathering,
trying not to get sucked in the undertow,
our own deception that doesn't flow.
trembling in the fear of it's coolness,
the depths so limitless.
it's force unmeasurable,
only fit for the able.
it's nature can not be contained,
but it's characteristics can surely be attained.
soaking in it can acquire you different benefits,
a threat for the flow of living.
tides of waves so chaotic;
in a world so exotic,
the rush to coming back to it is so dramatic.


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High Tide

I sat and watched the sea for hours,
The tidal waters rising higher,
Ignored inconsequential showers
To watch the white and height of spray,
To see the swell and surge of green,
To comprehend a friend’s display
Of innate power and beauty, seen
When moon and wind and beach conspire.

No gentle zephyr’s playful touch
When south and east converge and mingle.
Squealing and squalling overmuch
With roars and cheers in every gust
To urge the waves, to lift them tall
Across the beach in final thrust,
To vent their spleen against the wall,
And then retreat in a shush of shingle.


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Ristorante Le Tre Sorelle

LE TRE SORELLE 


My favorite spot in Italy, and perhaps anywhere, was Ristorante Le Tre Sorelle 
in Positano. It was at the bottom of at least a hundred stone steps, just on 
the right, and right on the beach. A hundred steps seemed like ten, with 
delights for the senses on every step. Chic bikini shops with tan young clients, 
tiny pastry shops, ice cream vendors, mini-galleries, and lone musicians, all 
bathed in the soft bright sunlight of the Amalfi Coast. 

Le Tre Sorelle had affordable pasta and a priceless view. Between 
checkered tables and cobalt sea marched the ancient beauty of humanity in 
every form and state. 

Over espresso, we created names for people in this parade, to suit our 
fancy. “There is Mr. and Mrs. Cold Obtrusive boring Mr. and Mrs. Kind 
Receptive.”, we might say, or, “There is Mr. Old Fat Rich failing to interest 
Miss poor Young Georgeous.” Sometimes we would separate our unwitting 
victims into “should wear bikini”, “maybe should”, and “never should” 
classes. We made up other rude categories depending on how much wine 
we could afford with the affordable pasta. 

The challenge of youth in Positano was to find a place to sleep for free. 
Step one in this quest was to find a pretty girl who also had a hotel room. Step 
two was to persuade her to share it. Step three was to sleep on the beach. 

But the beach was duly patrolled by the Beach Patrol. So the trick was 
to dance in the last-open disco until everyone, including the Beach Patrol, 
were too tired to care. Then with luck, we could borrow some fisherman’s 
boat cover for the night, until the fisherman went fishing. Still, this meant 
one or two good hours of sleep. 

Besides, at sunrise, we could swim in the sea and chill ourselves awake, just 
long enough for the first espresso of another beautiful day, at Le Tre Sorelle. 

In spite of youthful nonsense, the crushing beauty of Amalfi, both human 
and stone, pressed it’s lovely wisdom deep inside our souls. 


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Forever-Part 1

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.


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I am the beach

“I am the beach”

The brilliant yellow sun slowly moves to the horizon and the voice of the beach, comes alive across the ocean waves.
“I am the beach, and here you shall find peace.”
“I am the beach and here you shall see and feel the power.”
“I am the beach and here you shall find solace every hour.”

For at this beach, there is much, that is revealed.
The glistening grains of salty sand, that blanket,  are a bed of comfort, too many.
Pause, as you come upon this lively beach, and listen to the symphony of waves, the powerful sound of the wind and the chorus of birds, singing their own songs, as they glide through the blue sea sky.

Feel the power of this beach, as it renews your inner being in a comforting way. 
You need not question the beach and its spiritual strength on any day. 
The omniscient power of a divine heavenly being is felt, heard and experienced at this beach.

 Every wave, every sound, every grain of sand and every pebble that is moved to shore by the thrust of the ocean's power is proof enough. 

Footprints, large and small, in the sand paint a beautiful picture amid the smell of the ocean air
Create a mindset of freedom and little care.
There is much to teach, but know for sure,
I am the beach. 



-Nick Schneider
4-13-12


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The Extinction of the Sea Turtles

The Extinction of the Sea Turtles

By Elton Camp

Human villainy is a cause for alarm
It causes much environmental harm

If the sea turtle should become extinct
To deliberate human acts it is linked

Sea turtles take decades to sexually mature
Then their offspring are far from secure

Males and females mate out in the sea
But on the sandy beach its nests must be

To the beach where hatched many return
Only to be met by the selfish and stern

She hauls herself up onto the home beach
Digs a hole to put her eggs out of reach

Then she covers and hides them well
Just where they are it’s hard to tell

But people have been there on alert
And immediately dig into the dirt

Huge sacks of eggs they carry away
So there will be no babies another day

It is largely because of this disgrace
That extinction the sea turtle does face


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The Beach

The sun kisses my skin with a thousand burning lips,
Making it sensitive beneath my gentle fingertips.
The shade offers no comfort in the miserable heat
I wish there was someplace cool where I can retreat
So I head to the beach where the water is so blue,
Ocean so clear that you can see straight through
Seagulls selfishly screaming “MINE” at everything
Loving the noise that these winged gluttons sing
Sand so soft that my feet sink in and disappear
Children laugh gleefully as they jump off the pier
Waves hit the shore leaving behind thick seaweed
And hermit crabs race back to the water with speed
Beach volleyball games and dogs catching Frisbees
Teenagers flying their kites in the soft, pleasant breeze
Ladies sunbathing while their men apply sunscreen
Laying there peacefully and looking very serene
I’m standing on the beach taking in my surroundings
As the burn from the sun continues its pounding
I run into the water to cool off in the sun’s ire
And the ocean is where I relax from the wicked sun’s fire
Like ice cold lemonade caressing a parched throat
The water refreshes me as I slowly drift afloat
The water kisses my skin with a thousand soothing lips,
Making it silky smooth beneath my gentle fingertips.


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On The Beach Watching The Waves


  On the Beach Watching the Waves and....    

I was sitting on the beach watching the waves 
thinking of all the lives I've saved
my job is a thrill ; my job is hard
but I adore it, 'cause I'm a lifeguard
at times my mind drifts along with the waves 
into a leisurely daydream some of the days
but then,  I awaken to reality when I hear a scream
so I jump into the water to save yet another
Good thing I did !  'Cause it was my mother!


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This Placid Warm Winters Day ..

Its a warm winters day.. the sun's shining high in the powder blue sky 
A  wisp  of a  feather cloud faintly visible is the  only cloud  to be seen
Powder blue gently blends  to light blue on  the  dark blue sea horizon
The waves  higher in  longer intervals  make a distinct  crashing sound
Dispersing into a frothy fringe reflecting blue sky in the wet  brown sand
Leaving  trails  of  bubble  foam  shimmering and glittering  with the sun.
Inhaling the smell of fish salty air a fisherman walks by with a bag of fish.
Pear-shaped loofah Moist lettuce green seaweed  Big leopard jelly slugs
 Long brown seagrass  fingernail seashells and yellow noodle seaweed
The light breeze causing the sea to shiver and shimmer with the sunlight
Hoofprints in the sand show two horses, one huge clydsdale horseshoe 
The second a smaller hoof-print, they had a gallop and a beach gathering 
And there is a new type of seabird to grace our shores, a  diving aquabird.
Another huge  kite is raised from the beach by the jeep in  the far distance
It looks like a figure with a fishtail..a mermaid perhaps holding something
Walking towards  the giant floating artwork it becomes clearer  the  figure
Is a muscley Merman with  gray hair and beard  holding a  flowing sword





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Midway

To Gooney Birds

Shifting palm trees in sandy beach sunshine
Guard an immortal violet-blue lagoon
Gooney birds beg and dance all in a line
When they land it’s like watching a cartoon

As the ship is being refueled at pier
Steaks and beer on the beach with these strange birds
An island oasis it would appear
What I observed was truly beyond words 

Sailors in various degrees of dress
Being chased and attacked by vicious foul
While steaks burned with cold beer we couldn’t care less
By sunset my shipmates began to howl

A bizarre lay over as you have read
We left at sunrise all with aching head


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Flip Flops

Flip flops slip off slowly 
My barefoot touches the warm sand
Cold waves crash against my body
I feel the hot sun on my legs
Smell of salt water is in the air
The ocean breeze lightly blows through my hair

Seashells sparkle covering the ocean floor
Tiny pepples hiding in the sand shine through
Sand shimmers in the sunlight
Waves crashing gently against the rocks
Suntan oil feels of silk,  smells of coconut

flip flops, beach towels, sand castles, suntan oil, 
sunglasses, beach balls, body boards, iced tea,
barefoot, straw hats, beach chair, umbrella, 
volleyball, ice chest, margaritas, jimmy buffet,
the beach boys, boardwalk, lifeguard

sand, waves, seashells, rocks, sun, ocean, 
hermit crabs, abalone shell, sea otters, whales,
dolphins, starfish, shark, sailboats, surfers,
cruise ships, fishing boats, scuba diving, wind
surfing, seagulls, high tide, sunset
 


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PARADISE

Cool water lapping at the edge of white sand, 
You, 
holding my hand 

Warmth of sun, 
warmth of hand, 
Warmth of love, 
Warmth of sand 

No one for miles, 
wearing nothing, 
but our smiles 

Footprints in sand, 
none but our own, 
walking along the shore, 
we know what it is all for 

Hand in hand, 
walking on sun bleached sand, 
no words we can say, 
on the beach of eternal play 

For, no words are needed, 
our thoughts,words are as one. 
You and I under golden sun, 
hand in hand 
on sun bleached sand 

Shade of palm, 
you by my side, 
serene and calm, 
the beach stretched far and wide 

Wearing nothing but our smiles, 
we can see for miles, 
paradise perfect, 
crystal clear sea, 
blue and green reflect, 
the love you have for me 

Cool water lapping at edge of white sand 
You, 
holding my hand