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Details | Couplet | |

Had Hoped to Find

Had Hoped to Find

Started sorting out and was hard to tell
Which one would be my favorite shell 
Then did consistently, constantly, compare
All lying by beach shore here and there.

Some were round and others oblong and odd
That had been made by our great God
All of various colors and many designs;
Several with spiral and also curvy lines.

Through shells started to separate and strain
While ocean waves played a sweet refrain
Asking me why I have become a big creep
All of God's precious shells trying to keep.

In each day mornings will always break
So I then said to myself for goodness sake
Will be best if lovely shells are left behind
For others who often had hoped to find.


Details | Tanka | |

LOVE, ANGELS, and MUSIC

LOVE God is always love Forever seek the kingdom; Praise the creator Keep giving what you can give Please endure until the end ANGELS Beautiful Heavens Protecting the meek ones earth Watching over us Helping us to cope with life Comforted with hope and trust MUSIC When you find rhythm You find your hearts inner core Celebrate the times Make them better than before Reminisce and dance all night


Details | Dramatic Verse | |

the day you flew to Heaven


           We knew , it was if a moment stopped in time 
              hearing the news before most of the World did
           He loved to fly his plane from Colorado to Monterey Bay
           He was a avid golfer at Pebble Beach respected 

           He had loves and passions from many places 
           deciding to fly low through the overcast red sunset
            Not only did he love music and inspire all 
            He loved his Plane , he will always remain a beautiful Soul

              The next day it was confirmed ..all saddened 
             It was John Denver's plane that went down
             Today in Pacific Grove stands the Memorial 
             So Kiss me and smile for me we will ~
              always in loving memory 
               OH babe ,  do we hate you go ~    
                            
    

         Inspired by ; contest in Music and Loss of an Artist
                   "Leaving on a Jet Plane "
             


Details | Free verse | |

The Strand

This expanse of land has seen things. 
Things all of us can only see in dreams.
It's seen war, it's gotten it's fair share of scars.
Bombs bursting, bullets throwing sand into the air like it's a volleyball tournament.
The sand running red with blood silently mocking our arteries.

This magnificent stretch of land has seen heroes' tears fall; dropping to their knees while sadness envelopes their fallen brothers but also looking up to their beloved whilst carrying a ring in their hand. 

It's seen bright days, the sun glimmering over wet sand, footprints of past loves being washed away as the sun smacks the horizon. 

This expanse of land...has seen things we can only imagine.

T.K


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 | Sonnet | |

The Baptism


The Baptism


Like a baptismal rite, the waters flow
Upon the sandy shore marred by the feet
Of travelers. There in the golden glow
Of sun, where sky and land and ocean meet,

Each scar is washed away by the deep reach
Of blessed waves poured from the font-like sea—
Here liquid spirit bathes the pitted beach
And leaves behind unblemished purity.

I walked along the water's edge and saw
The prints I made, which in a moment's time
Were gone—the shore agleam without a flaw—
And I exalted in the holy clime,

As if my soul, like scarred and trampled sand,
Was mended by the blessed sea's great hand. 


© Sandra M. Haight 2015 
   All Rights Reserved

~5th Place~
Contest: Memories of the Sea
Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst
Judged: 05/15/2015

I was in my mid-twenties the very first time I experienced the magnificent ocean, its waves and sandy beach.  Walking on the beach inspired this poem.


Details | Free verse | |

Water

The water. 
It ripples and waves.
Its soothing to the touch and it runs over your body like an invisible blanket.
When life is too much to take I run to the water.
I've thought about lost loved ones over the view of the ocean.
As the waves ran over my toes and pulled back it was as if God was telling me I'm here.
I see your pain. I see your passion. In time I will wash them away.
When it rains, it stirs something inside of my heart. I know that as this storm shall pass, so will the trials of life.
The pain will be washed away. All will grow new again.
Pain is water.
Joy is water.
Life it water.
Water is beauty.


Details | Verse | |

Deep in the Woods

Deep in the woods,

the branches dance in the wind,

wild and free,


Spreading their fragrance for

you and me.


Wild flowers sway,

as the wind try's picking them up,


Their roots planted firmly,

as they flow from side to side,


showing us all their glory,

and our makers touch inside,


shadows follow as they calmly go slow,

Deep in the woods,

time is well known,

as night takes hold,

until the morning,

when light takes control.



Written by:©Betty Bolden


Details | Light Poetry | |

A Silent Wave

A silent wave rushing inside my heart

Your hand leading me so far we won't depart

Your voice I heard in away that's taking me far

Into a silent wave rushing inside my heart.


Oh the thrill it was to hear

your voice so silent as I opened up to you

so wonderful this silent wave rushing inside my heart


I was searching for a answer to a question for so long

there it was a silent wave rushing inside my heart


Your voice Lord, in ways I never found

a silent whisper so very loud

inside my heart the silent wave replied

to me your love is so divine..


So when the shattered dreams are filling your mind

please please listen to the silent wave rushing inside your heart.


Written by:©Betty Bolden


Details | Quatrain | |

Footprints

Over and over I play the scene in my mind.
The day I let go of God's hand. Only to be left behind.
My purpose in life is a long and winding path.
In fear of tomorrow. Scared today is my last.
Lost in a world that is dark and grim.
Everytime my path is lit my lamp is out of oil again.
As I reevaluate my life it's all 20/20
I stumble in a rut and land to my knees crying.
As I come to my senses I am greeted by a superior being.
Quieting me mentally to keep me from worrying.
With a gleem in his eye he stops to stare.
Then I get this feeling I have nothing to fear.
He held out his hand as if to Rise.
I could tell that he cares. I see it in his eyes.
Now when I look back there are one set of prints in the sand.
Because when in need God came to me and gave me a hand.


Details | Rhyme | |

Patience and Hope

Patience and Hope

Patience rolls in with the tides
And they hope to reach the shore,
The wind will help along the way
And time will bring the roar.
Patience will bring you beauty
And hope will light the sky,
Bury your toes deep in the sand
For a sunrise will never lie.
Hope creates the melody
And patience sings the song,
Let your soul lead you the way
Take a breath and hum along.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

DANCE OF SOULS

Salty air breathed from crystalline peaks
I breathe in And catch a glimpse 
of the dancing, bowed bodies.

They perform a graceful ballet;
like arrows shot from an archer’s bow;
they leap, breach and roll.

Their eyes have seen ages of brine and shifting sands.
I wonder if they really are the “Watchers”; 
like the “Dogon” stories portray them.
Did they once have legs instead of fins 
and can we really be their children?

Perhaps that is why they are so quick to help us;
Why a child who can not speak can suddenly come to life?
He won’t be silenced again, 
after all, he swam with the dolphins.  
Could it be the magic of the dance that heals?

Odd, that they are always there when needed
And can transform a stagnating life 
into a miraculous moment of rebirth!


Details | Light Poetry | |

Little leaves

Little leaves falling down

floating lightly without sound


Keeping in touch with the wind in time

sheltering plants beneath the ground.



Floating slowly as the breeze picks them up

fading away with seasons divine.



Then looking up to the trees so high

little leaves bloom from the branch


to start again with a new season now

as the flowers bloom and keep all sound


the wind  takes control and starts all over again.


Written by:©Betty Bolden



7-10-04



All poems are copyright!©


Details | Rhyme | |

A walk on the Beach

A Walk on the Beach

The calm ocean waves to the setting sun
A sea of diamonds light up the clear sky,
The sand comes to life and moves in the dark
I can hear the moon sing a lullaby.
A feeling of peace is found in the breeze
The seagulls tango in the salty air,
Foot prints disappear as the tide rolls in
The night paints the canvas with no despair.
The beach smiles as she shares her beauty
Amazing perfection within my reach,
Mother Nature kisses the night to sleep
Heavenly bliss is a walk on the beach.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

LISTEN

Be like waves which crash on the jetty

Washing all our impurities away

Waves like a crescent curtain dangling in its fringes

Unearthing sunken precious stones

Hurling them up above the elevation

Hanging on dear life right ahead

Waves that don't crush us because we wish it

Waves that surface and in turn are subdued

Waves we are in this depth of consciousness

Appeal to and unearth your Godly wisdom

Uphold and hang in the untimely crush

Be strong, be heard, be known and be well

For all will suffice at the end of the spray


Details | ABC | |

spring begining's

Spring time is near when the dawning of sun light beacons upon the horizon and the butterflies roam throughout the sky,
among sun shine rays piercing through tender vibrant flowers
as their journey to blossom began's, 
When the days linger into nights transforming the skies into shimmering stars of light, illuminating the golden specks of sand as  sprinkling ocean waves crash against  its grain,
while ripples of white water recede back into the depths of the sea,
Transcending reflections of the magnificent lights shimmering from the crisp stary sky
 AS springs just upon us. 


Details | Ottava rima | |

Beauty God Contrived

The ebb and flow of salty seas cools sands
Calm rinses burning heat from sunny shores.
A gleeful child builds castles with small hands.
Serenely, Mother watches and adores.
The breaking waves dance when they reach dry lands.
The creatures of the seas stalk ocean floors.
There in the distance far below, life thrives.
The beauty of the deep our God contrives.	

The ebb and flow of life has joys and pains.
God comforts every soul who calls His name.
Love like a child’s releases mortal pain.
Sincerely, Jesus seeks each soul to claim.
Distractions of the world are sought in vain.
Our Savior has a message to proclaim.
Because of Christ a sinful world revived.
The beauty of the heart is God contrived.

Copyright April 7, 2015
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen


Details | I do not know? | |

Nature's Soul

Nature’s Soul

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


Details | Free verse | |

Splendor on the beach

We meditated on the
beach a little after
sunrise
dawn poured gold
over the ancient
pages of the
Bhagavad Gita

As David read from
that sacred text
seagulls paused
mid-air and sand
pipers
stood transfixed
pearls spilled from
his lips the
very ocean blue lips
of Lord Krishna

“Realize that which
pervades the
universe and
is indestructible;
no power can affect
this unchanging,
imperishable
reality”
“The body is mortal,
but He who dwells in
the body
is said to be
immortal and
immeasurable” ~
Bhagavad Gita

I too listened
enrapt, eager to
learn more
the Sea rushed
anxiously towards us
lapping at our feet
its pounding surf
resembling the
mighty five horse
drawn
Chariot of Sri
Vasudevaya

Just then...
Krishna Janardhana
blew His conch
rays of the morning
sun ignite a
brilliant halo
crowning His head

“This infinite joy
of union with the
Lord
is easily attained
by those who are
free from
the burden of
self-will and
established
within themselves.”
~Bhagavad Gita


Details | Narrative | |

What is a Sunset

"A sunset is the proscenium between Heaven and Earth 
where Gods reminds us that he is
 always close by."