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Goodbye, My Child

Where cradled canyons sing
Of ebony wood in the forest
There lies a gurgling spring
Where cockcrows sing their chorus
To the melody of singsong birds
There I’ve concealed my sensuous words
Filled with befitted signs
The saccharine whiff of my designs

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Where the fogs of night are fountains
Spills of glistened moon ignite
By distant silhouette mountains
We dance with passion of fight
Entwining ancient stance 
Mingling hand in hand we dance
Till the mountains smile on high
Near and far we spring
To pursue the realest of dreams
While the world cries at its seams
Anxious in trouble to cling

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

To where the ridges merry make 
From the beaks of wooden bright
In sparkly pools the ghouls awake
That scarce to stir our night
We watch for seekers down under
Muttering secrets in their soul
We bid them lucks of shivers
Dipping gently in
From reeds that hide a tear of a foal
Under the gentle rivers

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Far away she shall ever churn
The taciturn eyed
She’ll listen no more to turn
To the working mills beside
Or the scrubbing of the barn
May peace weave in her song
She shall wave in the yarn
To a haven known as Belong  

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

For she comes, the mortal youth
To the wild realm of her truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only her tears be found


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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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A Beach Without Water

A beach without any water is a desert
Nachos without any cheese is a chip
A ski slope without any snow is a hillside
Me without you is no relationship

A zebra without any stripes is a donkey
A fountain without spray is a statue
Valentines Day without a lover is a bummer
And that’s exactly how I feel without you

Please be the water for my desert
Please be the cheese upon my chip
Please be the snow on my hillside
Please be in my relationship

Please be the stripes on my donkey
Please be the spray for my statue
Please be my lover every single day
Please never let me be without you

(NOTE:  This poem was inspired by my 6 year old son.  We are going to the beach this week-
end and he asked me, “Will there be water near the beach?”  That gave birth to the first line 
of this poem, which started my thoughts in motion.)


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Peace of Nature

Peace of nature shows
how relaxing life can be
and can show you truth 


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A Pirate's Lot

Footprints on a sandy beach,
will be washed away by morning.
There's a storm out on the open sea,
A thunderclap - a warning!
A lonely ship is tossed about,
and struggles in the hue,
its motley crew begins to shout
at the wicked card they drew...
The ship takes on a starboard list,
the crew jumps in the drink,
lightning strikes the wooden mast,
the ship is doomed to sink.
Fear fills the hearts of those
from captain down to yeoman,
but yo this rugged life they chose
not heeding sign nor omen.
Are you really safe from shark attack,
while standing on the shore?
A mighty ship in port is safe,
but that's not what ships are for...

Copyright © 2007


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SOUNDS OF THE WEATHER BY THE BEACH

                                         


                                         The rush of swish against the shoreline
                                             The wind blowing swift by is a sign
                                     A storm a brewing, clattering, and shattering
                                       The thunder clapping a great sky battering
                                                  The waves swoosh higher up
                                           As you can get this sound like in a cup
                                               But more so just cover your hand
                                       Now the feeling of grit giving sound to sand
                                              Whoosh! the wind takes your hair
                                        It is fear-est when water spit as it declare
                                        War on your skin, with vibration that pings
                                        And the silence of slow blowing wind sings


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Surf Therapy

Mother Ocean please
Send me waves of such beauty
I need Therapy


Dedicated to my Dad on Father's Day 2013
The man who introduced me to the ocean and educated me about it and gave me reason to love appreciate and respect it.


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THE OLD PIER

The Old Pier  (a picture poem)

beneath the boundary layer of air and sea
twirling vortexes of frenzied waters 
incessantly corrode 
the aging pillars below

the ravaged tired timbers emit 
anguished unholy screeching sounds
as ocean swirls beat non stop in and about
worn out planks attached beneath  
the weathered decking 

the riddled concrete sideling emerges 
perplexed and whistles out its
protestations in echoes heard
across the raging tide.

in the bottoms underflow snail infested 
warped planks buffer incursions of countless 
schools of rabid predators that attack,
conquer, and devour unsuspecting aquatic prey. 

above fishermen pray to the sea gods
to hook their water worn lines and capture
in songs of surrender the call of 
a waiting bucket. 

in timed release, ancient messages splash upon
silicon sharpened shores that resonate the sounds 
of strident hungry seagulls 
rummaging for their next meal.

wave upon wave of scattered foam wash over
brash crayoned streaks of blue and green hews 
that seem to melt across and blend into 
a continuous pallet of assorted colors.

at the same time the formidable forces 
of untamed waters compete 
in their final rush to win 
the race to land's end. 


C.A.K.  2-21-2013


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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.


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Passionate hours at Palolem Sands GOA

I glimpse the tidal waves, rise high, Sweaty brows drip, a dry. surf boarders and dipper are so many, dolphin rides touts coerce you for just a few penny. red vested lifeguards always on their toes, A breath of relief, the tippling tourists, their number grows. ripples, sounds a melody repeat, artisan, tests his percussion cask to a beat. A robe draped lass, captures her lover, sun, its rays darkens the picture ,above it hover. Reshoots she, from another angle, smiling lover’s flushed face she manages to wrangle. hi-tide shack perched a high, view is great and the breeze zips by. distant travelers they bathe in the sun, Some on the sand , others swelter drip their as they run. Balding head darts, reflects its gleam, the scorching sun and the skin cream. The peddling tribal woman with an orange drape, family cuddling a little one, the sun to escape. young woman, alone she walks, stray young man I think he stalks. tattoo on his arm seem so strong, They are lovers, I know I am wrong. The flower powered oldie, walks with his guitar strung back, A bag in his hand &stuff he puts aside on the beach rack. a hulk walks by, in nickered blacks, To the percussion maker’s shack can see his sandy tracks. bikini clad lady, dart towards a fella, blueness of her robe shades her name tattooed, Isabella. chat they seem to have and away he’s gone, kicks some sand and wades back to her beach chair all alone. Past noon and ebbing are the tides, dippers galore and can see them lying in the watery sides. eagle sweeps and glides a close, chasing birds are but a murder of black crows. tall blond man ducks in the water he ambles, With a bulging tummy ,it rumbles. thatched roof stays the sunlight on me, blue clothed ceiling textures the sky and the sea. dark Indian lass, aglow on her face, heat rays redden her skin ablaze. Hurriedly she moves to the thatched shack. Her lover here rubs lotion on to her back. Cattle herds , see them stroll the sandy water, An English couple walks away from the boat with their daughter. Beneath the beach umbrella a man cleans his shades, The strong breeze its trapped around him under the glades. An hour has gone by and my throat is all dry, Sparkling water I gulp down the bottle with the blink of an eye. Content is my heart for this passionate poem I create, Good or bad , you can choose to debate.


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'the ocean'

Abyssal, deep, the ocean flows and ebbs--drowning souls under, tide-like.


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Come Walk with Me

Come walk with me
Down to the beach
Bare feet on sand
Let me take your hand
My fingers in yours
We know that feeling

Walking on the beach
Sun gazing on our skin
Waves rushing to shore
Chasing our steps
Sand sinking beneath feet
Water mixed with sand
Gushes in footprints
We leave  behind

It’s never the same
Strolling on sand
Sand always evolving
Continually revolving
So come with me

Down to the beach
Once again
Hand in hand
Bare feet on the sand
Let us do it ....
Again and again


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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.





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AT THE WATER'S EDGE

AT THE WATER'S EDGE As I sit here at the water's edge I let the sand sift through my toes I watch the sun rise in the east Turn the sky a glorious, summer rose. As it rises 'bove the skyline A burgeoning orb now glows A globe of fire then bursts forth As the waves lap gently 'round my toes. By midday it's a blinding ball of fire Pouring searing heat like Hades' pledge The beach's sand absorbs the raging heat But it's serenely cool here at the water's edge. © ELR 2013


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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.


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SYTM



                                                                    SYTM


                                    Sitting comfortably at my veranda on sunny day
                                Yet my heart still searching and longing for something
                                    Thinking of the cool blue water splashing nearby
                                Makes me decide to take a deep and refreshing plunge 


                                                                July 20, 2013
                                   For Adam Hapworth “CAPTCHA ACROSTC” contest


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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


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love's drowning

over waves of the sounds from the glass of the sea
comes a shreak that dispersed on a night that was cursed
and flys cold with a chill; it lands squarely on me
my eyes did turn quick and wonder about
crystal pale blue was the scenes only hue
hand to my head, filled now with doubt
but was there distress on that morn i awoke?
with the sands at my feet; on an air crisp with sleet
as the autumn sun's light had not yet full broke
the question that's posed in these ramblings you'll see
for she lay down beside during moonlight's high tide
why that night my love left, n'er a word spoke to me?


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Sea Borne

They call the waves white-sharks, and they run from them in fear. They say the water is so vast that you could disappear. And when a child goes near, they pull her back into the sand. They say she is borne from the land. They feel they need to grip her hand.

But I am sea borne and I will swim. I am sea borne and I will live. Upon the white-sharks current, and upon the vast deep below. I will take the child in my arms and swallow her whole. I will make her whole. 
She is whole.

They save their own from my care. I am lost without the wear. I cry at night like the white-sharks do. I cry too, I cry too. 


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Abraham

“Then the Angel of the LORD called to Abraham a second time out of heaven, and said: “By Myself I have sworn, says the LORD, because you have done this thing, and have not withheld your son, your only son—blessing I will bless you, and multiplying I will multiply your descendants as the stars of the heaven and as the sand which is on the seashore; and your descendants shall possess the gate of their enemies. In your seed all the nations of the earth shall be blessed, because you have obeyed My voice.”’ 

— Genesis 22:15-18 NKJV


    Little grains of sand
Assembled along the shore
    —Meet sunlit water


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Peace of Serenity

Oh those peaceful lights
Shinning down on me
Showing me the way
Toward those peaceful days
Filled with my serenity.
Shinning forever, Always
So bright guiding my soul
With only your lights, seeing
Me safely through all of these 
Cold and dark nights
All of those wasted days
I've spent all alone
You'd ease away all
My worries when you are
Showing me the way
i need to go To my home.


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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.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
©copyright Juanita Torr
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Questionku 15

Tourist swimming
Pirana filled lake
Will he get out in time?


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soul dance

spinning round and round till i fly up
and hit ground
turning into sea
pleasing me
i grab the bass fish gliding past
free
i dive into the eyes of the brown green scales
head first never fails
in the soul of the beast i sit 
bare
my locks float around the fish shell
his hearts beat started to move me
onto my feet
bend my knees
shake my hips
rattle my brain
clap my hands
the soul of the fish is where i spend the rest of my plans


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Sea Borne

They call the waves white-sharks, and they run from them in fear. They say the water is so vast that you could disappear. And when a child goes near, they pull her back into the sand. They say she is borne from the land. They feel they need to grip her hand.

But I am sea borne and I will swim. I am sea borne and I will live. Upon the white-sharks current, and upon the vast deep below. I will take the child in my arms and swallow her whole. I will make her whole. 
She is whole.

They save their own from my care. I am lost without the wear. I cry at night like the white-sharks do. I cry too, I cry too. 


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Going Down

Gushing waters surround me Swelling . . . swirling, the pressure is whirling The cries are gone But the wind still screams As the timbers of my exhaust Burst in violence at the seams! I am going down I welcome the tempest with a frown Broken mast amidst the swell Purging me deeper in this watery hell Bodies concealed within Soon the pressure will win Southward bound, pell-mell Into the blue, blackened demons of watery hell! Of sickening inevitably do I sail Into the depths of my demise Gone now are the magnificent, mortal cries Swallowed by the bulging sea The wind upon the splintered timber still screams As gleeful as can be! Going down I never knew I would falter and die in the deep dark blue Going down I see Past fly And wave with my sail the Future—goodbye


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Calling Out

The shadows over take my mind at times

but your love stands so true for me

it takes care of the pain I feel

but when the shadows call it seems so loud

when your soft whisper is covered by clouds

Why so faint is Thy voice for me

did I fall to hard inside this hole



Do the clouds stand so close for a reason

let me out of this season of darkness

let me hold Thy hand inside mine

keep me warm and fill my heart



I love the way you touch my face

when the tears fall and you open your warm Embrace



Your truth is all I need to live

a true life for all to see

your hand and love guiding me



But I can't walk this road alone

I need to hear your voice inside

I need your touch so very much



I see the pain and feel it to

I need your love to lift the blue's

Take me now and use my life

Help me Lord, to escape the strife.



Written By:©Betty Bolden


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Natural Therapy

The coastline on a stormy day,
Foaming waves of the cold grey sea
Pounding the beach around the bay.

Nothing hi-tech, just strangely free,
A vision to refresh the soul,
Foaming waves of the cold grey sea.

Nature’s medicine makes you whole
Watching the water grey and white,
A vision to refresh the soul.

The sky is  dull, my mood is bright,
My spirits lift and I feel free
Watching the water grey and white.

Modern life always takes its toll,
Ever the wind and waves prevail,
My spirits lift and I feel free.

Hearing the seagulls’ plaintive wail,
The coastline on a stormy day,
Ever the wind and waves prevail,
Pounding the beach around the bay.


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Berkeleyan Nomad

Meandering pedaler
Swaying with languid apathy
Or determination
To Detach

His bucket-baby securely fastened
Hunting for anything that shines
Through urban Wasteland, sifting
Through dead leaves

Listens to foreign whispers bouncing off structured rooftops
Hollow gusts of air rattling in insulated walls
Insulated in
Insulated out

He can stand on foggy dunes at the edge of crooked highways
Feel the gust of hurried cars shaking the frightened trees
And look out into scarless murky waters that hold no memories
And see a distantly familiar character between the rolls of the waves

With his cup in hand 
Collecting judgement
Evidence for the world's trial
A useless persuit

Though loveless, musicless
He now vibrates within.


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The Sieve of Time



The Sieve of Time



Cast ashore,
along the banks of time,

whirling through the passing years,
clinging to my futile scribbles set in rhyme,


Cast ashore,
thrust into an unrehearsed pantomime,

clenching slivers of joy as weariness descends,
lulled into a peaceful slumber exhilaratingly sublime.


Cast ashore,
hazily adrift, a dandelion seed on the wings of time,

trapped in the sieve of spiralling memories,
caught between pristine bliss, and reeking slime.


Cast ashore,
flung aside for no discernible crime,

my human heart thuds with elusive hope,
though battered, bruised, and covered in grime,

I stagger ashore, 

alone,

embracing each moment of detached, oblivious time.



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Standing on the pier'

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 
ease.

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. 









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Providence

egret on sand dune
fish breaks surface and flies free
coconut pours milk


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Sunrise Blue

Walking on a sandy beach 
I go and hear the water preach
The water crashes
And splashes
The sun rise with a pink and purple that clash
That clash that doesn’t turn into ash
The ripples in the sky they fly so high
Laying on the beach the sand 
As smooth as a peach
That’s knows you’re on a beach  


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O' Sandy

As we lay beneath the moons glare
A simple look will never prepare
It seems quite
It seems peaceful
Without the light nothing appears displaced
Only that sight is a lie, not really a sight
The suns arrival comes with the truth
Now we can see what needs to be seen
It disguises as if it was a dump
Yet, it never was the place of any garbage
A day ago it was a living society set with a stage
The performance came her name was sandy
The audience took her act to heart
She took lives
She took memories
She tore us all apart
A scary performance, always to be remembered 
Now to fix up, the damage that was widespread



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Wafting Song

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


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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.


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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.


Details | Quatrain | |

FEAR of Sharks

When my kids were small and for several years We rented a beach house on the Gulf coast Where the sand was white and the water clear And the sunshine would feel as warm as toast Both Bruce and Mary Ann would join us there In those days, we had the beach to ourselves A week of fun without a single care Fish, swim and see sand castles built by elves Just clear water from shore to the sand bar It turns to a dark blue where it gets deep This day, Bruce and I were out pretty far Lying on air mattresses half asleep Some people on shore, strolling up the beach We both heard them when they started to yell They were screaming Shark! Shark! The sharks out there! Scared shitless, started paddling like hell Bruce is a tall guy, about six foot two While at my best, I stand five foot seven With those long arms of his, his mattress flew Way behind, I was praying to heaven Then it happened, I fell off the mattress Legs hanging down and floundering around Looking more like shark bait, increased the stress Fear was eminence; then my feet hit the ground Waded to shore, Bruce walked over to me “Take a look over there, was do you see?” No sharks, just a few porpoise swimming free Yet, out there, FEAR was as great as can be


Details | Prose | |

MOMENT

Maltese bows toss and roll 
Within liquid diamond waves.

Pulsations of foam in a crystalline field.

Poseidon's heard a joyous lot
these dolphins at play.


Details | Quatrain | |

Shark Attack

When my kids were small for several years We rented a beach house on the Gulf coast Where sand was white and water clear And the sunshine would feel as warm as toast Bruce and Mary Ann always would join us there In those days, we had the beach to ourselves A week of fun without a single care Fish, swim and see sand castles built by elves Just clear water from shore to the sand bar Then it turns a dark blue where it gets deep This day, Bruce and I were out pretty far Lying on air mattresses half asleep Some people on shore were strolling the beach We both heard them when they started to yell They were screaming Shark! Shark! The sharks out there! Scared us shitless, both started paddling like hell Bruce is a tall guy, about six foot two While at best, I would stand five foot seven With those long arms of his, his mattress flew Way behind, I was praying to heaven Then worst of all thing, fell off the mattress Legs hanging down and floundering around I looked even more like shark bait, I guess Scared to death, then my feet hit the ground Waded to shore, Bruce walked over to me He was mad and he said “we should kill them!” Take a look over there, was do you see The sharks were just porpoise taking a swim


Details | Prose | |

My Fingernails Will Grow Back

Big Sur Jade Cabochon

Broken from off underwater cliffs
Slowly pushed by tides and currents
Found by me during a low tide
While searching along Jade Cove
In Los Padres National Forest
Cut into quarter to half-inch slabs
The cut again into an octagon
The octagon grinds down to an oval
A flat surface down to concave
Grounded first with coarse wheels
Then again with finer wheels
Buffed and polished to a high sheen
With powdered sapphires
A new Big Sur Jade Cabochon



Details | Rhyme | |

Blown Away

Stand here crucified with sin
Pummeled by the howling wind

Arms stretched wide, just you and me
Thrown to the mercy of the sea

Torn open to the blackest ocean's
Hypnotic, murky, moody motion 

Pulled to the edge and feeling small
Drawn here by your ghostly call

Rooted there on ancient stone
Petrified, I'm not alone

Through violent waves I search for calm
Trusting you'll do me no harm

Souls screaming, shattered space and time 
Take back what's yours, give me what's mine

Tortured surf, I feel your pain
I will not sink in you again

Jet black water, purple skies
Stung my ears and pierced my eyes

Primal, raw, bathed in your song
Part of you, though don't belong

Your ice cold breath whipping my face
It's time for me to leave this place

I turned my back in to the night
Stare up at your guardian light

Black hounds descend and steal the day
Pounding heart, I'm blown away!


Details | Rhyme | |

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.


Details | I do not know? | |

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 


Details | Ballad | |

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