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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 | Year Posted 2015

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Love on a Beach

I can't help but watch them
As they run into the water, laughing, teasing, holding hands
With the sun catching the color of her long, auburn hair
The bronze of his young, muscular, legs
So fascinated by them, ...I can't stop staring..
The beauty of their youth, ....
With young love, so stunning in the sunset...
I hold them in my gaze
Until I lose them in the waves.

You have been watching me, watching them....
Your hair has grey in it, recently trimmed, thinning in the crown
There is winter showing on your face
I remember this morning slipping into my swimsuit
Critical of the mirror in front of me
You laughed and said I was being silly

You sigh, and take a deep breath of the ocean air
You take another look at me
As my eyes continue to search the water..
You reach across the blanket and touch my shoulder..
Saying just what I need to hear at that moment...
"Give me a kiss, you beautiful girl"..........


Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2009

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These Eyes Seek You

These eyes seek you between here and there Where lonely hearts beat one to one They seek you beyond that thin fine line where the burnt orange of fire meets the silver edges of the ocean Where its heat impregnates the dormant tide with a spell binding mirage These eyes seek you between two mocking worlds where strong monsoons blow away each falling star They seek you in infinite distance where the smell of salt fills the misty air and the scent of musky roses blooms throughout the year They seek you across silhouetted sails against a glowing moon These eyes,these brown eyes move like last shadows of seagulls Soaring high in strangest of places Fearless,on the verge of nothingness They seek,they search,they roam They roam across the skyline which seperates our paths our deserts and waters Our lands and our hands But not our dreams Our dreams will not be taken Of dreams We are belongers And it is there where I live It is there where I would not exist It is there where these eyes will often be solaced by the comfort of your arms

Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2015

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- Priceless Jewel Illuminates -

Dazzling starlight smile 
a reason for existence replays 
Exploding breathless within the mind
I am just following the heart 
Holding inside a vision 
One rose warm flickering candle 
Time alone dreams walking along beaches 
looking across oceans 

Silent kiss dew of the night lost at sea
Listening to waves crash as the seagulls cry
to feel the wind  through our hair
capturing currents deeply move 
Wishing to share a good movie scene
especially if the story line's gripping

Enriched with beauty and gentle tranquility
when two souls completely unite hotly
Like a never ending fire through the night
Sparks will ignite a fireworks of loving grace 

A life with love filled hope
Holding hands burning inside chambers warm joy 
To melt freely into arms holding deep beauty shines 
Hold me tightly in your loving strong embrace
never let us part ways ever 

Each passing moon you become a superstar gleam 
A world becomes nothing 
if our dreams whisper away slowly 
As this ocean inside deeply crawls 
looking up with the head inside clouds
Destiny howls awaiting fates taste  
sealed with the forever lingering kiss 
Mystically enchanting a princess enters 
through chambers gate a warm welcoming guest 
As passion pervades into the moonlit night
darkness tastes from the light 

Sparkling one golden sunbeam 
a key turns with you 
Growing stronger every waking day 
The future is so brightly lit
an adventure opens scroll 
Unwinding steps forward precious
There will be more moments like this
from the treasure chest of life 
Priceless jewel illuminates 

Anne-Lise Andresen, and Liam Mc Daid
A Collaborated Poem 26.10.2015

Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2015

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My City

Of the Gods own country of this paradise where green and blue merge as one in the north is a city that encompass the beauty where the dream lands meet lined by kaasaraka trees where seven tongues are spoken and a unique lingo was woken lined by shores and calm beaches which meets with forts of ancient elegance who can pass by with no notice the mountains high and hillocks of beauty forests green and tranquil rivers places of worship, unique structures renowned for coir and handloom and for its customs varied The people here, with a smile of warmth welcoming with open arms known for their variety dishes which does prick ones tastebuds of the sense of fashion who can beat their passion and their thirst for knowledge is to be acknowledged fame it has know from times of yore of the arts and culture it beholds this is the city of budding talents feel the vibe and do relent © Nadiya(14 May '15)
*Chosen poem of the day on 16 May 2015

Copyright © poesy relish | Year Posted 2015

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Love At James Bond Beach

Making Love In Jamaica At The Iconic James Bond Beach It is a sun splashed day;  the air is silent with the sound of waves  the ocean is moving to the rhythm of crying gulls.  The fine white sand underneath our feet is warm. The crashing waters from a small wind sculpted waterfall swims  into the arms of its mother sea. It is a private beach at a spot in the world  where the Caribbean Sea and the Atlantic Ocean meld. It is a wanting sensation of hot then cold, that teases the senses. The beach is deserted it is only me and the love of my life.  The golden rays of light from the bright morning star  lives in the flow of her platinum blond hair.  In her eyes I can see the bright clear ocean,  with a piercing love glare that beckons me.  Her red lips, her light drenched skin glows  with the beauty of this perfect Jamaican day. Without a thought I grab the back of her head,  jerking my lover's whole body towards me  locking her in the strength of my grasp  inviting her to quench my desire. I bite her lips before engaging in a deep passionate kiss  remove her barely there bikini from her statuesque figure. She embraces me as I lift her in my arms  naked for all the Gods to observe.  I set her down under the refreshing flow of the rushing waterfall.  She attempts to pull at me, but I deny her, hold back both her arms and use my mouth  to suckle her, all the time absorbing the beating waters  that kneads my flesh like so much dough. Suddenly I set her free.  She pounces  like a lioness  a lioness in heat  famished  for the taste of flesh. The world dissappears  I find myself willingly trapped in a void of marvel. Nature's voice conducts  an orchestra of emotions. We writhe in the ecstasy of touch as a series of divine strokes finger paints portraits of rapture.  We dance slow to the precise notes  of a symphony of love into the arms of serenity. In one fluid movement our bodies become one. There is no end to the flavors we consume. Cooling waters flame our sins.  We explode like a building imploding gracefully to the roar of a white sound. Finally we pass out  naked, locked in each others arms.  When we awaken we find ourselves lying on  the fine white sand beach. Tattooed  in the telling shades  of a Jamaican suntan. 02~11~2014 Sponsor: Justin Bordner Contest Name: Make Love To Me In That Ancient Place

Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014

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A Climbing Jasmine

Every now and then I come to you ... A climbing jasmine through the window of your heart a blushful smile beneath your sheets a fragrant scent in waking thoughts an empty porch of swinging dreams. Every now and then I come to you ... A drop of sunshine on winter lips a tender touch upon bare shoulders a yearning moment in an ardent kiss Every now and then I come to you ... A hush -hushed whisper on a restless eve a melting snowfkake upon your lash a fallen petal tickling your cheek Every now and then I come to you... a lingered breath behind your ear a gentle breeze of visions gone that once blew softly within your hair

Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2015

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South Florida -The Free Flow Style

~South Florida~
(Free  Flow ) 

The temperature is rising 

We're in the hottest days of summer 

Heat and humidity in the air are soaring 

Sometimes for days the rains are just pouring 

This is summer with all its days full of sun and fun 

People strolls the beach, and swim far beyond the sand 

Beachcombers spend there their time till the sun goes down 

Surfing and sunbathing is all a big part of their fun 

You see children running and playing 

Some are so happy building sandcastles under the sun

There are people of all ages, sexes and shapes 

Some are sitting, eating and laughing till the day is undone 

These are the hottest days of summer right  where I live here
Living in Florida for so many people can be a lot of fun all year.

Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000 


Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2016

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- A Little Bit Of Heaven -


Such a romantic place on a beach in Monte Carlo 
Simple little things in life catching one's breath 

Moonlight glinting of waves breaking off a white sandy beach 
Faraway thoughts brown eyes crying in an ocean dream song 

Spell of romance makes one forget the sense of anything 
Silent whispers echoes binding our chain together tides speak 

Do you remember the white doves that followed us along the beaches 
Each link in your arm magic walks closer feelings sing inside a joyous choir enchants 

Nature nurtured by the desire to fulfill dreams makes time stop 
Holds deep sea emotions a galloping white steed races home in warm waves kiss 

The natures mesmerizing perfume of fragrant flowers 
Where destiny paints the joy in butterflies dance on a warm loving breeze 

Such is the passion in the depths of ones soul 
Jewels needle vision flies without wings heaven sings in a spiral coloring rainbows 

No barriers closed no reasons withstand 
The midnight moon shades blue embraced one shadow two become one dream 

A co write written by Liam Mcdaid 
and Anne-Lise Andresen :) - 30.01.2015 - 
Copyright © All Rights Reserved

Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2015

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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

Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2014

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Into The First Hours Of Twilight

. The last tint of orange sunset faded into hints of lilacs and blues trailing the depthless paths of a promising horizon On the glistening sand I lay into the first hours of twilight My eyes reverting from early stars to follow soft gentle ripples of playful waves lapping onto the silent shore The scent of salt~ spray and margeuritas wafted in the air 'Neath the moonglow that seperates our lands ...And I thought of you ...Of your last letter Of every pulse of your heartbeat pouring crimson in a cup of rose-petal water Yes,once more I thought of you like I always do And everything was beautiful and everything went still till the trickling drops of crystal dew welcomed dawn.

Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2014

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Satin sand expands                                        
slipping between bare toes -                         
night strolls through star clad dream.                   
Where full moon draws the tide,                    
my soul lights an aimless path.

By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, 1/8/15
for Nette Onclaud's Somewhere Contest
30 syllables                                         

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015

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The sea’s silver ripples gently undulate  
to call upon the coast and tease my feet.
I am but a child.  A threat, not a sign;
they let me play in the breeze and brine.
Waves in wild gyration join my summer dance,
to flash and crash upon the rocks and sand;
on to the sea, they buck then rush back to shore.
Bruised, I grope... fall...try to rise once more.
Ocean tides, crimsoned by the alpenglow,
toss garbage and sacks of religious debris.
The atheists, thieves and the devotees, watch
the spit of the evil one stick back to his own lips. 
Hourglass sands are mostly unnoticed gray,
and when the tempest comes wailing, thrashing
from the sea, how disappointed it must be.
I, the child, the lost, am safe and anchored...shored!

Inspired by Craig's Seashore Theme - Not for Contest
06 February 2016

Copyright © KP Nunez | Year Posted 2016

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Waves on the Beach of Life


      soft waves ripple the water,
               they come and they go,
           sprinkling seeds of fervent hope

   gentle waves tickle the sand,
            they come and they go,
       leaving dreams 
                   of rapture 

             Boastful waves CRASH into rocks,
    they come and they go,
           shattering dreams 
                           to  s m i t h e r e e n s

frantic waves expunge the sea foam,
         they come and they go,
                it does

    silent waves creep back to the sea,
they come and they go,
        a cupful of  
              tears in tow

Copyright © kabuteng P.iNk k. | Year Posted 2009

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Sea Therapy

Glowing orange, cloud coals burn
reflections into low tide evening surf,
slap lapping against scattered shells,
ripe fruits for hungry sea tramp's picking.
Itinerant thoughts, aimless as seaweed drift,
scatter like bands of sandpiper strays
on endless quest for burrowing crabs.
Peace rolling off the water, a liquid aura,
brings surcease to the day's anxious plight.
Cavorting light rays pirouette in prismatic play,
unfettered children of earth's weary sun
who slips to rest upon night's graying breast.

Carefree scenes surround, seashore treats,
delectable as holiday sweets displayed on Christmas Eve:
ribbon candy colored cabanas,
verdigris beach poles rope garlanded,
soft stained seashell ornament display.
Almost as good as Christmas, this evening on the beach,
stretched out upon the sand
my back against bleached driftwood band.

Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright, January 31, 2016

Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2016

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A Sunny Beach

The hectic world is like a giant ocean.
Every day we wake up and dive in.
We dive into our work, activities, or 
errands we must do inside this great big world of blue!

Our friends and family, at least to me, would be
the good times we enjoy at the beach,
for a sunny beach is like a home -
a place to come back to from our ventures out to the sea,
a place to rest, to just hang out and be with family.
It’s the place I always will return to
when diving time is done.
After all the challenges of being in the ocean,
despite the many wonders to be found there,
can you imagine life without a beach?
To not be able to come back from ocean’s depths
and sprawl yourself casually upon soft sand
which has been warmed from the sun, that sweet love 
which radiates From friends and family?

Friends and family -
they are the many good things at the beach.
Some are the lovely palm trees I always long to see,
bending graciously in ocean‘s breeze.
Others are the embankments along the shore.
Unchanging, they are my constant companions.
And some are the waves rolling in from time to time 
to greet me. I love to run into the playful waves, 
for they make life fun and beautiful.

Unlike the giant ocean, upon which terrible storms arise,
the beach is often safe. I expect security from it.
The swaying palms are there to calm me.
The sturdy cliffs are my  steady sustenance. 
The waves I daily jump are often gentle, but sometimes
they can turn into cruel monsters!
When they knock me down, usually I get right back up from them!
However, some can dump on me, exhibiting great force.
Others surge, and try to drag me out to perilous sea.
God forbid I ever must face a life-threatening tsunami!

When the sun withdraws its happy glow
and a once-friendly wave starts pushing hard against me,
 I feel like I am drowning,
being pushed down deep in a rip current.
I must not fight back, struggling to get back to the shore.
This is a time to relax and to stay calm.
I release the animosity the wave has caused in me.
All the tension from the stress, I must simply let it go.
It’s difficult, I know, but I must take a breath -
 B  R  E  A  T  H  E    O  U  T and float. . . 

Now I rise above it.

                                  I’m going with the flow.

Soon enough I float myself to shore -
to the warmth of the beach, my security.
A new day comes soon enough.
I resume my dives into the ocean,
knowing happily that always I will have
the palm trees waving me back in
and the lovely waves that rock my world are there.
I have a beach to come back to.

Written June 12, 2016 for contest Judged 6/17/2016
For the I Got Zero, Nothing, Nada -1 Contest of Broken Wings

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016

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Like Pebbles on a Beach

We became like pebbles on a beach touching in the depths, caressing in the shallows Crystal waves, crested us above the deep abyss In ever ending caress, we were carried together, brushing, embracing tribulations as we progressed The further we were washed, the more we became estranged Stranded we eventually became, the depth in our love drifted amidst Slowly, different tides brought different waves Cross currents were gradually pulling us apart Discarded like driftwood, with it's meaning of existence What we were, and what we had became eroded It reached the point, where we couldn't communicate All became lost as we entered our abyss We aged like pebbles on a beach, only to be turned into broken stones

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2010

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A Starry Shade of Night

Love forever eludes me perhaps because it flies on angelic wings
And yet my earth bound body is beneath the weight of gravity
Its like following a rainbow to an end I'll never see
Or like chasing the horizon as it falls away from me
Will I ever find that pot of gold and embrace a warm sunset
With my heart on sandy shores beneath a sky I won't forget
To become envious of the moon as it illuminates her face
Gently dancing across her skin as it adorns with utter grace
Then inhale the scent of beauty as her lips press next to mine
As I watch the midnight sky reflect inside her radiant eyes
                and in her starry shade 
              Of dim and solitary loveliness
           I learn’d the language of another world
         That I found deeply within one kiss

                                       ~ JJF ~

Delphinus stars 
~Lord Byrons Manfred~

Copyright © Jesse James Forster | Year Posted 2014

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On The Beach At Dusk

On the beach at dusk,
you say that someone has
thrown sand into the sky,
and please won't I sweep
it away so you can play
awhile longer with your
sand castles and little plastic boats.
You are confident 
I can do anything,
and, Son, I've always tried.
But even I cannot 
hold back the night.
Darkness closes in around us,
and for the first time 
you look up at me,
and see that I'm not God!
For your best free verse poem 
SKAT A/ Contest

Copyright © Darlene Gifford | Year Posted 2014

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Without you

I have been on our beach,  for 6 hours today
I watched it fill up with umbrellas and tourists

I watched children play in the sand
Adults in the sea playing with a bat and ball

I watch families 
Sons, daughters, mums dads and grandparents
Enjoying the golden sun of the Algarve.

Children with ice creams spilling down their faces
Children covered in sun cream, to protect them from future harm.

I sit on dry sands made of miniature fossils
And I write, pages upon pages

Of pain, sorrow and tears
Of lost love, cruelly taken
Of sadness and heartbreak
Of grieving, 
Of lost time, never to be regained

I cannot write of happy cheerful times
I cannot forget
I cannot forget.
Who you were
The way you touched me
Smiled at me
Kissed me
Stole my heart
Then you left
With no goodbye
A vacuous space sits
Where you should be

You were my soul, my Angel my protector
Now you are a just a memory
Fading in the distance
As I wave you goodbye
For the last time
In my head
Tears sting my eyes
As I try to walk forwards
To our beach
Our golden sun
Without you…………

Copyright © Sarah Bryant | Year Posted 2015

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My Life

My life is like the sea waves,
That rise and fall continuously,
My life is like the sea waves,
That come to play with me,
My life is like the sea waves,
In whom I drown my sorrows,
My life is like the sea waves,
That live each day for a better tomorrow,
My life is like the sea waves,
That come again and again to see me,
Just to tell me that,
There are many things to come,
And that I should not feel down,
For this is all just a drop in the sea!

Copyright © Sharmila Shankar | Year Posted 2014

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Problem with a Parasol

Now how did I meet Alfred Glendening?
I was fascinated by his latest painting
exhibited in the Royal Academy of Arts, 
located in the heart of London.

It was a cold, rainy, wintry day
but looking at the painting of a summer outing
brought me some solace and warmth.
When I told Glendening about my feelings
he could not help but laugh.
“Indeed my friend, the day was warm and inviting,
but the story behind it was cold and slightly sour.”

Our three ladies had come down to the Surrey coast,
in a fast buggy filled with picnic baskets,
towards their favorite secluded beach away from it all.

Nurse Betty was strict as ordered by her master,
and would not allow Lady Elizabeth to bring her beau
to accompany them to the outing.  The young lady was furious,
face red like Little Frances’ parasol.  Oh was she mad.

To make things worse, Little Frances would not leave 
her sister alone, and needled her by opening and shutting 
the red parasol in her face.  Angry, Lady Elizabeth moved away 
and went for a walk along the shore of the beach,
fuming and cursing beneath her breath and kicking sand.

Nurse made the child sit down and gave her a-talking to.
This was not the Victorian way of behaving.
Idly Little Frances twirled her red parasol.

The Royal Academy’s bell rang for closing time.
That’s when I stopped day-dreaming.   

1 July 2016
Sponsored by: Eve Roper

Placed 1

Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2016

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Sleep Amongst The Reeds

A prickly world envelopes 
The subtle Emerald skin, 
One so delicate as can be scorched
By an Irish morning sun. 
Low gulls crying overhead
Keep me idle amongst the reeds,
Eyes wide, sucking in the expanding blue, 
Sporadically streaked with white.
Rose dances with Ray 
Along the celestial path, and
A blushing glow is born.
Deep breaths. 
Salty air caresses and travels 
Down into a spongy soul.
Hand to cheek, a rose
Returns to blue, but Ray
Will forever twinkle around
The dusty pink until 
The crimson lakes again flourish.
The shriek of wings down the shore
Are now a distant echo. Lids heavy,
The siesta forcing me to sink
Further into the hot sands of the coast.
Light as a feather, eyes dimming,
I see it all as the tide chases me.
Through times of trouble she has guided;
In sadness, she did listen; once again
She draws closer and prepares to lead me
From the woes of the city, the faults of society, 
And into a world that is real: the salt of the earth.
I want to swim into unknown, bathe 
In the life of her vessel, and have the soothing
Waves wash over me and rid me of the false pretences.
But for now, I will listen to her: 
A soothing voice that one must never vex,
Swooshing in and sneaking out.
A light crash of waves against the rocks
Swooshing in, sneaking out;
The drama from days gone by
Swooshing in, sneaking out;
Money and bills swooshing in
“To hell with those” sneaking out;
Swooshing in, sneaking out;
Swooshing in, sneaking out;
Swooshing in, sneaking out;

Copyright © Nicola Byrne | Year Posted 2015

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I was a runner
fleeing from homespun horrors that
wrapped around my delicacy like a tourniquet

Only a child attempting to bestir
the warrior dormant within;
having no idea the enthrallment 
she reveled in,
I learned to accost my demons

Nigh, even at the wide-eyed age of eight,
I found, in a hand-crafted cardboard crate, 
my only chance at freedom

Every Saturday I'd sneak away
to my makeshift universe
that gave life to dreams unspoken --

I would crouch and crawl 
through thorn-encrusted branches 
enclosed in a thicket, 
sunbeams cutting into the tangles
alighting my face, piercing my eyes

The oceans breath
cascaded over the brush,
and everything, suppressed,
would fall into a hush
until I breached the winding path

Amongst the jungle of weeds/rose garlanded structures, 
high above the jagged rocks
and wide open mouth of the watery abyss,
my hideaway centered --
flimsy cardboard walls,
brightly painted bold brazen symbols protecting all who entered, 
tightly sealed with an invisible lock
opening only when voices of forgotten children fluttered through the air

I'd stand silent beneath the incandescent sky,
for just a moment,
breathing deep the silken salty breeze
and thrust my arms out to the sides 
like the seagulls hovering over the loud, fathomless cavern of the sea,
Losing myself in the mist

Copyright © JENN Snowburg | Year Posted 2016

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Relaxing on the Beach

Oh, the taste of sweet mangoes 
While relaxing on a Caribbean beach.
Such a refreshing way to watch the sun 
Setting on the blue and calm horizon.

This sweet mango is such an appetizer 
Preparing the pallet for the main course.
Stimulating one’s stomach for a feast 
With visions of the coming dish, 
The main flavor of the day.

Oh, I like tasty mangoes 
The setting sun, and 
Caribbean beaches.

Copyright © Joseph Spence Sr | Year Posted 2007

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They’re all ignored by us, but they have feelings too :
A black  gravestone  in  New York, down in the world, 
Recalling its halcyon days as a part of 
The impressive strata  at Palisades Park.
The statue in the museum of  Androcles and the Lion
Daydreaming   -  oh,  for the good old days just lying sunbaked 
On the beach surrounded by 
Fossil shells and shrimp at  Sables  d’ Olonne,
With the feet of the famous resting gently on you.
And the marble fireplace  in our  living room - 
He can still  see in his  mind’s eye 
The Carrara  quarries in  bygone days…..
Why,  some of his great-grand-daddies  were 
Hacked out of there  and taken to Rome for the Via Appia.
Oh yes,  stones have feelings too.

My carved ship-of-the-line from Nelson’s navy 
With  her masts and spars and decks and cabins 
Lies awake at night thinking of her days 
In the pine forests of Norway;  and next to her 
This old  cedar jewellery  box, with intoxicating  
Smells of the coast at Prince Rupert  
Where she  lay on the beach for weeks 
Before the saw mill changed her shape and sent her  to me.
The new  sapele door in our hall  spends hours 
Wishing for his buddies  in the jungles of Uganda 
Where the ants would tickle you 
Half  to death with their constant scurrying
Up and down your branches,  building this or that.
Listen closely and he’ll boast that some 
of his relatives ended their days as propellers 
on German zeppelins, I kid you not. 
Everyone has to feel special.

And what about those unassuming steel forks in my drawer   
who can still tell stories 
Of their days as iron ore in Finland, 
And how their brother Ernie became 
A bumper on the President’s limo (supposedly).
Or my wife’s copper bracelets  with their pathetic tales 
Of being shipped from Cyprus 
and remelted into ingots in Bimingham.
I have overheard the wings of a  747
Recollecting  in the hangars at night  
How their existence as bauxite in Jamaica was so idyllic, 
“Wit  all  dat  reggae and  smokin’  and god knows what, man.”
They too have their memories.  
And, man, de smell in dat hangar!

Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2010

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Angel on the shore

Smothered heart,
Eyes colored by tears,
Angel gazed into them,
" Fly with me" he said.
" No, drown with me." she said and escaped.

Copyright © Madonna Agaiby | Year Posted 2016

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S u m m e r - Dorian 42 Style

(Dorian 42) 

Summer is fun, seasons hot 
Umm, temperature just soar! 
Moving 'round, is kind of hard 
Makes one tired and rains some more 
End of summer brings next fall 
Rays from sun most folks adore. 

Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000 


~Author's Notes:

"Dorian 42"  is a poetry style created by Patricia Ann Farnsworth-Simpson, 
to honor poetess Dorian Petersen Potter, aka ladydp2000.

It is an acrostic style of poem done with a 6 letter word to create 6 lines x 7 syllables thus 
42 in all.The 2nd 4th and 6th lines must rhyme.As many verses as you wish with a 6 letter word. 

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse | |


I will die if I wake up in a dream
         and find myself on the page of a book.

I will die if I wake up
     and find this is a dream.
I will die if I wake up
     and find myself on a book.

I would be dead if I awoke
      and found my dream so gone.
May be I would still die
       if I discover it was only a dream.

I want to stay awake and be up
       when come death to carry me away.
I want to live my life on the lane;
       the clear lines on a page.

On the fast lane I dwell indeed,
I want to live a thriller and die
       be dead and come to live again,
Creating rhyming lines of epic poetry.

I really need to die soon and live fully
       in the transformation of light and dark
       that illuminates life and death.....
Experiencing the joy of my own death.

If life and death was purely a dream
       one that could kill me dead
       on the virgin page of my open book....
Then in poetry I would feel the joy.

If the virgin lifestyle is an empty dream
       then in death I pray for an open book
       which is where I truly long to live:
Painting experiences of my eternal life.

For sure I want to live and die
        transversing the yearning lane
        that defines the parameters of my poetry
When I wake up and just find myself dead.

Poetry is surely an artistic lifestyle
When you die and soon out you fly
Observing your experiences from the cloudy sky
Then you relive your life in lines of poetry.

Copyright © Messoh Vincent | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse | |


Sands of the beach,warms
to the glory of sunrise,its
red rays play gleefully on
their dunes giving them life,
A new dawn awakes to the
soft roar of the waves,rebellious
yet content.
Along the horizon the morning
fog removes her mystic veil to
reveal a ship,ghostlike,it slowly
approaches the shore,while seagulls
gyrate above in unclear patterns,
and the calm ocean in harmony with
the sky merge into the Oneness of Creation.

Copyright © Miraj Raha | Year Posted 2016