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Details | Free verse | |

Death Tolls

The atmosphere rings with the bell like calls
of the plover flock, long before they are spotted.
The flight herringbones a grey fedora sky.
Markings of white and coal black weave,
wing-stitched, a blanket maker’s dream.

Sigh makers 	they close on the beach 
at high tide, the horizon shivers      the
sand blanches. These ravishing scavengers
light on the tattered edge of wet to dry,
dawdling with the dead.

Plovers are diminutive scroungers, one-legged
dancers, hopping to the pull of tide, dining on
crab-eggs in black-tie and feathered tails, their
gray skull caps lined with a black brow. 
Sparrow-small birds dress to the nines. 
A feast for the birds, fall crisps, crab moltings,
go on for endless miles. September is beginning
and soon winged ones will fly to sunny shores.
The cold Atlantic will moan for the loss of music,
the unstitched sky will part. The avian choir is off 
to the mud flats of Carolina. 

First Published Eunoia Review January 2015

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi

Details | Acrostic | |

The Ramped Heavens

Kashmir is the heaven as they say
And from years i have been watching deaths at the bay.
Some come with metals,some burn the petals
Here you are safer only if you stay dumb
My words are not enough to bring up the sun as,
I have been living like in hell
Rest in peace  -- and i believe one-day they ALL will FELL.--.


Details | Sonnet | |

Forever Lost, Lover and Friend

Forever Lost, Lover and Friend

She felt the greatest weight of lost time,
that feeling when shadows creep all about.
Echoes drifted by, in tune and in rhyme
dark and draped around a loud agonizing shout!

No second chance to ever find her lost love,
her brave seaman feared now lost at sea.
Bright sun and pretty clouds resting above,
yet no beauty could ever reunite she and he!

Morning mists promised her ever so much,
there was again, love in many future dreams
However, nothing could ever replace his touch
his words flowed again like mountain streams!

Lone gull flew just within sight so far overhead.
She imagined, sign that her lover was truly dead!

Robert J. Lindley, 07-24-2015

Note- A sad sonnet for a change. Only death is worse
 than a lost love. A love one imagines to be the greatest
 to have ever existed!

Copyright © Robert Lindley

Details | Lyric | |

While You Sleep

While you sleep I tell you all of the things I keep inside throughout day.
Now that you can hear but not listen I find them much easier to say.
My hopes, my dreams, my fears, and everything in between
Your subconscious hears so keen, or so it seems.
My tongue is soft; I speak so sweetly 
Knowing your reaction will never greet me.

Tonight will be different in what I want you to know.
It has everything to do with what I can’t help but show.
I hold no claim to any religion but you’ve given me a place for my faith.
Somewhere it will never stale or lose its lavish taste.
You’ve shown me something I can see, touch, and feel, 
And so before it I choose to kneel.

I know I don’t say it but I miss you every day.
Sitting, thinking of the perfect words to be my choice,
Yet when you call I can’t find any of the right words to say.
I’m just happy to finally hear your voice.
Even just a moment is enough to sooth my heavy heart;
Fearing the ends of conversations knowing we’ll have to part.

I’ll never be too far from you, always within arm’s reach,
And in your days of darkness I’ll be the light that you will seek.
I’ll never let you leave too far from me, I’ll stay close behind you in this world;
Secretly protecting what is mine, you will always be my girl.
I only want the best for you so the best of me I will employ.
Faithfully yours, I will always be your boy.

I close my eyes and kiss your soft sweet lips
And see the very best of you in loving bliss.
I see past the physical which makes you attractive
And focus on the things I can’t see in which I’m attracted.
Your thoughts I’d love to hear them all.
Of the things you speak disinterest never makes its call.

My day will come, I know someday I’ll be the only one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give, to love unconditionally.
Yes our day will come, I know someday we’ll be as one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give… to love unconditionally.

Copyright © Kristopher Higgs

Details | Rhyme | |

This is me

My knees were the things that 
kept me up and my skin is my 
cutting board my eyes are the 
rain clouds to the fire running 
down my arms and my heart is 
the fire place that keeps me 
burning so calm

Copyright © brittney lopez

Details | Haiku | |

Peace of Nature

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

Copyright © Christian Childs

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.

Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst

Details | Free verse | |

Return Of Your King

Reflections of imperfections have shown me a way that I can move mountains through my power of faith even though I can't see him I know he is real through the power of prayer and a Love that I feel It's growing inside me like a flower in bloom shall I reveal my powers or is it too soon I am reading the signs through my darkness I find a reason for belief in the light of mankind that I know shall overcome the greatest of odds the Love I seek amazes me especially through the flaws because now I am inspired through the hero's that bring my throne through the darkness on which I return on as your King.

Copyright © Bj Fard

Details | Triolet | |

Summer Days

~Summer Days~ (Triolet) Summer season brings very hot weather But the days cool again when it departs Hear the birds,butterflies see the heather Summer season brings very hot weather There is fun and lots of sun altogether We see sunshine very bright for most part Summer season brings very hot weather But the days cool again when it departs. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2015 May.3.2015

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter

Details | Rhyme | |

The Seagulls Commute

I commute down the highway quite early each morn-
South toward the seacoast, days work to be done.
Half way to the ocean, traveling north through the sky;
A large flock of sea gulls passes me by.

They to have their work load cut out for the day:
At the nearest big land-fill on their ravenous way.
Traveling ever far inland away from the sea-
They will spend the day scouring town dumps for debris.

The hours pass slowly: comes the end of the day,
I drive the same highway to my home far away.
I see in the distance flying back to the shore;
The same flock of seagulls, but hungry no more.

I can never help smile when I meet them again,
These feathered shoplifters, heading where I have been.
Life's very well ordered for these ‘foul’ of the sea,
Who each day earn a living, lifting smelly debris.

© 2015 Diane Lefebvre

Dusk finds them at shore line with short, squawk filled flights,
They will then disappear to where gulls go at night.
But with a new dawn; I will greet them once more:
On their way to those landfills, from their home at the shore.

Copyright © Diane Lefebvre

Details | Ballad | |


I walk...
Now I am walking. 
There's a sun in the sky
Early birds fly.
Soaring high, 
in the clouds going by

Copyright © Neldy Jolo

Details | Lyric | |



                             The Apple PASTURE

Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture.
Were once was and all well meet.
A pure and dear site.
Where silver reflection cover the still waters that holds the golden
grains of morality and the grazing souls lie young amounce no stars.
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture
Were winds smell of melon and the trees whisper spring corals in the mellow dark and best of light and time creeps into no tomorrow.


Copyright © JAY JOHNSON

Details | Haiku | |

A forest and the sea

wave and waiting shore
gulls sing with the oceans tune
rustling trees pitch in


Copyright © Lee Carter

Details | Free verse | |


Panoramic view
Imagination's flow
Love the scenic blue.

Copyright © Neldy Jolo

Details | Ballad | |

Emerald Crystals Glistening Under Foaming Tides

Poetic Lyrics By Thomas Lam Hsi

Billowing clouds...of...rainfall....puffing a Winter blanket!

Winds...traded 'round...Island swells!

An orb...of dispersed...graying...eyes!

Starry the midst of...receding...mid-night veils!

A sailor's dream...a beacon...of faceted-jewels...descending an
Avalanche...of a blanketed...waterfall!

The gentle swaying...of a love a symphony...between the trees...
And the wind!

The chant of ancient land...of love...and legend! a...misting rain...of glorious...and...varied...puffing clouds!

Rain-forests...cloaked admist...the trickling sounds...of pebbled-ebbing...

A cacophany...of feathered...flight...swaying as the silken hands...
Of the tender...billowing clouds!

Endless behold...a trail of legend...and lore!

White sand beaches...pitched Pacific Island...swells!

A voyager's...storied discovery...of an ancient...royal land...of peace...and love!

From chalked...and!

Emerald crystals...glisten-ing...under...foaming...tides!

The land of aloha...a dream...a lover...and a...friend! leave...a heart of diamonds...and live forever!

My children's...children...forever!

Poet's Own Notes:

Royal Ohana of Kealoha, a 'crested' motto, "Spirit and soul...mind and body...
forever vested in the character and nature of the Hawaiian Islands and people!"

SAVE FROM Satan...who plays 'all' roles...the devil...the 'Lord Jesus'...
the 'Father'...the 'Holy Spirit'...all 'Other Gods'...and 'alien gods'...HE...THE
IS THE ONLY WAY TO GOD THE FATHER...and to an Actual Heaven!

Copyright © Thomas Hsi

Details | Verse | |


with the kids and the dog
and the budgerigar
with the sun blazing hot
we set off in the car

with a bit of a rush 
we are at the seaside
where the air's fresh and clean
and there's donkeys to ride

on the large sandy beach
we've a perfect picnic
with the sun beating down 
the time passes quick

with the sky turning grey
we expect it to rain
with haste we pack up
then we set off again

with the dusk drawing in 
we are back from afar
with the kids and the dog
and the budgerigar

Copyright © Tony Hargreaves

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.

Copyright © Bj Fard

Details | Free verse | |


Big blundering beast
Poor fish have no chance whatsoever
Neither does the slowest runner in your group

Copyright © Smail Poems

Details | Rhyme | |

Finding God

Finding God

Look in the mirror every day
From the periphery
See the silence that’s in you
Look at the mystery
In all of nature: hear thee well
The love songs of the birds
Read a book all filled with beauty
Just ingest the words.

Close your eyes, and stop the mind
Look at what’s within you
Listen to that silent whisper
She tells you things so true
Without a word, the truth will come
Just feel the mystery
Watch the breeze, and dancing trees
Let them enter into thee.

Watch the sunrise each new morn
And the sunset every night
Let each moment come and go
And feel Gods sweet delight
Then you surely will find her
She’s not too far away
She’s always there awaiting you
Every moment of the day.

11 August 2014 @ 1

Copyright © Peter Duggan

Details | Free verse | |


the seed caste onto the stone, and
in seed it is on it's own
never to stretch root, or
finding the thinnest stress to
break through

pregnant ground and

the seed caste onto the stone

though no shape will it ever go
oblong roll along a stony
until it is split sent into the high-
flyed sky

and sent again
to descend
from the

Copyright © Michael Miers

Details | Free verse | |

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

Copyright © Heather Browne

Details | I do not know? | |

Sea Bird

Through skies I soar free,
Open winged roller coaster.
There, bait I see!
One last turn, 
Lightning bolt down... 
Ocean cold with bait in mouth
Quick out this trap, 
Lest predators attack!
Back up full throttle… Forte! 
Swish out safely…

Copyright © maya chaar

Details | Haiku | |

digging the scene haiku

on powder white sand
watching the birds relaxing
just digging the scene

Copyright © Marty King

Details | ABC | |


By all these lovely tokens autumn days are here, 
with summer's best of weather, 
and autumn's best of joyfulness,
every soul is dedicated to it, 
and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth, 
seeking the consecutive autumns.

There is harmony in the air, 
and the days become vivacious and brittle under fruitage heavens, 
a luster is in the atmosphere, 
which through the summer is not perceived or understood, 
as if it could not be, as if it had not been!
the landscape is decorated in glowing shades of scarlet, saffron and russet.

Autumn's fire burns slowly along the forests, 
and day by day the lifeless leaves fall and melt down,
I trust in nature for the steady laws of prettiness and usefulness, 
Leaves grow old gracefully; bring such joy in their last lingering days,
How vibrant and bright is their final flurry of life.

The magic of autumn has seized the rural areas,
the air is intense and vibrant and full of possibilities,
everything looks like a supernatural oil portraits,
Autumn leaves with an emotionless caress,
leaving us to grieve the frosty grip, 
of winter in extended sunset.

Copyright © Seth Yuhi Musinga

Details | Ballade | |

light as a feather

Light as a feather, blowing gently in the wind,
A whisper spoken from your lips speak of love,
You gently blow seeds from a dandelion, to spread the seeds,
As you watch them fly away, you become light as a feather,
As you are surrounded, by the ever changing weather.

Light as a feather, are the thoughts inside your mind,
Are they nice, negative, peaceful, or are they kind?

We don't know the outcome of our world around us, 
Yet here we are amongst mother nature and her gifts,
Some small, some large, some are hidden away for us to find, 
Is it up to us to seek and find?  To walk amongst natures fury,
Hear the crunch of Autumn leaves beneath our feet? To feel the 
Hot hazy summer's heat upon our face?  To see the beauty that
Awaits us in the oceans shores?
All We know is, the fate of our souls, are on the gentle wings of 
A feather, on the back of a eagle, hawk, soaring high above us,
Waiting for you to seek and find, so slow down and look above, 
You just might see the love of your heart flying free, all for those to see
and love....

Copyright © Jennifer Donnay

Details | Free verse | |

A Kite Never Dies of Oxygen

The bird with broken wings contemplates

The kite flying in the sky

The breeze takes the kite away

Up on the hills


The bird moves its wings

It can’t fly like colours in the kite

Sometimes paper is much more free

Than an open cage

Sometimes freedom means ‘’open ‘’

Sometimes it means wings of heaven

 The wounded wing can’t fly like a kite

Because it still doesn’t know the real meaning of butterfly

A butterfly is the abbreviation of both colour and wing

When they both sing the spring song

Copyright © Youssef Elharrak

Details | Ballad | |

Flora and Fauna

The earth is a truly incredible place,
 but its environment is taken for granted. 
The natural beauty of seas and forests are beyond compare, 
and yet we continue to pollute and corrupt them. 

We depend on our environment for our very existence, 
while all the while we continue to destroy it for materialistic gain. 
Humanity wishes to thrive, we need to learn to protect, 
and embrace this planet and not work against it.

The plants in the highland give us fresh air to inhale,
robbed of her very own-her plants, her animals, her gems,
Seabirds circle above the darkened water,
beholding the water's repelling betrayal.

We no longer listen to what the earth,
its atmospheric phenomena and all its living forms,
its mountains ,rain, wind and valleys,
and all the flora and fauna of the planet are telling us.

Copyright © Seth Yuhi Musinga

Details | Prose Poetry | |

FEEDBACK on Baltimore

A few soaring trees 
Here and there
On a green earth
Flowers with flesh in girth
The costume bear
No wear and tear

Air going out in BMW
Air coming in seven hues
This show is likely due to
System in a capital skew

In front of them
Is the waste land
 Marshy messy meadow
Dull bushes in shadow
Looking ugly and small
Staring at the marble hall

“Can’t we get 
Some healthy sunshine 
A little shade by a hand divine
A tender touch of love
To get rid of 
This wheeze and whine?”

But apathetic capital 
Pays no heed
Day goes and night comes
The vulture is sure to return
Peeved mass of despair
Inflammable in the air

The other day came the headlines
Two fleshy plants molested
Raped and confined
Turmoil in the spine

The force opens fire 
A gloom dies then and there 
Tale of tearing tears everywhere 

Grousing   gore  
Whether here in this shore
Or in Baltimore

Be that as it may
We shall overcome
In the long run
May be it will take
A lot of decades.

We have stars as our guide
And dream inside.


Copyright © Probir Gupta

Details | Terzanelle | |

Bachelor day

Bachelor Day 
It was father’s day he got up early and 
drink coffee near the phone just in case
his daughter rang.

Then it was afternoon and he must have
fallen asleep and he fretted if the phone
had rung and he hadn’t heard it. 

He went into the kitchen but left the living
room door open, he had a ham sandwich 
which he ate by the phone.

It was now evening and she was not ringing
how could she a product of his wishes, 
childless man, she was a figment of your dreams. 

Copyright © jan oskar hansen

Details | Rhyme | |

Sand Pipers

On the bobbing pipers run
Across the sandy beach, such fun
All together off they race
Always with the quickest pace
Piping for their unseen food they go
That’s just within their reach below
Flying in a flock unfurled and fast
Swooping down as water passed 
Scurrying on tiny legs they speed
Off they race to catch their feed
A moving ornament delight
A Dazzling picture when in flight

Copyright © John Squires