As the last opalescent glow of sunset
I sail this ship alone
towards a crimson horizon
over a starlit sea
to the soft lapping of waves
which lullaby my destiny
I sail this ship alone
far from the coral sand
far from the pebbled beach
far from my sun-kissed land
Tonight there is no moon
but there's a sparkle in the sky
a starry night so still
filled with beacons of bright light
Tomorrow births a new dawn
a song within a dream
meadows of yellow buttercups
and fields of evergreen
Tomorrow I'll be greeted
by a pink-winged butterfly
a host of daffodils, and golden dandelions
a rose within a smile
Tomorrow I stroll along a new shore
feel fresh salt spray on my cheek
dance bare-foot in the wind
as Spring whispers on the breeze.
Look into my eyes
Follow me into a world of ecstasy
There and only there
Will you find the peace to unwind
Beautiful brown eyes not blue
Shady lids, stunning ocean view
Embracing every word
Hear the wind whispers your name
Come with me
Drown with me
Into the abyss of loving rain
Embrace this moment as I draw you in with words
Release you with the warmth -------I was there
I Share--I take
I LOVE--I HATE
Into my arms
I am the charm
Around your neck
Around your wrist
Listen to the voice from my beating heart
The freedom of touch
The freedom of speech.
Like the wind
I'll find my way
Into your heart
Arouse the cheerful energy
Of your insecurity and pen
Follow me into the sea
There we will fall into the deep
Build sand castles
Around dreams of reality
Slip into my aura light
Set to the rhythm of the oceanic night
Now, listen to the breeze
It's called out your name
It's only a matter of time----------------
You'll find yourself calling out...... mine
Dedicated to all my loving friends & fans :-)
the great icebergs once anchored safely in their own domain
commence a catastrophic journey.
submerge our lies.
it was us
it was us who overshot our mark.
To be revised.....
In my universe of dreams
under velvet jazzy sky
there is an ocean of stars
twinkling diamonds above high
Across that ocean, I left
the air dulling my eyes
empty blue in darkest night
Cease the fancies...and awake
In my evergreen of dreams
there's a mattress of silk leaves
hundred candles by the river
on a blanket...you and I
My fall has ripped all the leaves
while your river just dried up
As those candles, we've been blown out
We won't never feel again
In my orchestra of dreams
we are dancing cheek to cheek
your strong hands around my waist
my pink lips brushing your face
Single echo of goodbyes
in cold silence we're apart
Mockinbirds are no longer
and oblivion's now stronger
In my sailing boat of dreams
it is only you I see
laughing happy close to me
reaching our sweet destiny
Open your eyes and awake
those illusions aren't fate
your dreams drift in lasting storm
I left to never return
In my universe of dreams
under velvet jazzy sky
there is an ocean of stars...
This Collaboration is obviously a work of fiction...
...Who can refuse to her Charms?
Cold and dark, the eyes of the depths
glaring at the stars above.
Few dare descend the steps
which reach down to oblivion’s cove.
Heavy, the desire for truth,
like the chains dragging my body further down
unto fate unknown.
Beyond recompense, lies the ruin
sunken to forbidden ground,
now home only to the strangest of creations
and catacomb to the drowned slaves of history.
Will all memories be as this one day?
Ghosts that haunt the corpses of humanity’s ambition?
Black are the bells that once chimed to announce omen.
Buried are the thoughts that walked my mind.
Broken are the tables where ideas once feasted.
Bound are the hopes, eaten by preying sharks of doubt.
Weighing down, the garments choke the breath of life.
There, where insanity was sane, beneath facade’s streams
lies truth, in the sea of forgotten dreams.
Swimming through my skin
Up my spine
Around my mind
Take me in
I am yours
Makes me soar
Found my fears
Cried my tears
no longer whole
Ate my soul
Too much slyness
your my highness
with your glowing motion
your perfect ocean
didicated to p.d. my queen of everything
in the twilight of golden dawn
as amber clouds embrace the starry heavens
faint sashay of soft wind chimes dance
while thoughts trickle to memories
inhaling scenes of sweet love last night
on the ocean waves of pure delight
as incense permeates the austere horizon
the swirling seaside engulfs footprints
of lovers etched in warm blazing sand
silhouettes of passions form soothed by ocean waves
infused into the caverns of elegant emotions
kissed by an opulent ocean
with true devotion imprinted for eternity
a candlelight escapade irrigates
in melodious symphony
as loving touches graced silky skin
bronzed by radiant sunlight
in quiet interlude
upon the ocean waves of blue
hungry mouths fashioned breathless sighs
while pristine pastel mountains
smiled a fleeting glance
captivated by a seaside romance
as Summer fun evolved.
*For Nathan's Free Verse Contest
Zwischen dem Morgen und der Nacht
fallen die Sterne in den Pazifischen Ozean.
Die ewige Sonne lässt die Wellen erklingen,
mit dem weichen Schaum leichten Schnees.
Die See singt Lieder des Vergessens,
von versunkenen Bäumen,
von leuchtenden Stränden,
von der Liebe.
Ich bin wie der Wind,
der den frischen und vollen Morgen berührt.
Der Ozean kennt viele Lieder.
Ich will keine verwundeten Wolken im Morgen zurücklassen,
um die Erinnerung nicht zu trüben.
Der Pazifische Ozean hat die Farbe von Azulejos,
den blauen Kacheln eines alten portugiesischen Hauses.
Die Wellen tragen meine Träume,
unvergessen, der Vergangenheit.
Die Möwen bringen mir die Zukunft,
mit frischer, ruhiger Stimme.
In stillen Nächten ertönt die Musik des Meeres,
dann stehen die Sterne auf, um erneut zu scheinen.
Between morning and night
the stars fall into the Pacific Ocean.
The everlasting sun lets the waves sound,
with the soft foam of light snow.
The sea sings songs of oblivion,
of submerged trees,
of luminous beaches,
of the love.
I am like the wind,
which touches the fresh and full morning.
The ocean knows many songs.
I do not want to leave behind wounded clouds in the morning,
not to cloud the memories.
The Pacific Ocean has the color of Azulejos,
the blue tiles of an old Portuguese house.
The waves carry my dreams,
unforgotten, of the past.
Sea gulls will bring me the future,
with a fresh, and quiet voice.
In silent nights the music of the sea resounds,
then stars arise to shine anew.
Entre la mañana y la noche
las estrellas caen hacia el Océano Pacífico.
El sol eterna hace sonor las ondas,
con la suave espuma de ligera nieve.
El mar canta canciones de olvida,
de árboles sumergidos,
de playas luminosas,
del amor .
Yo soy como el viento,
que toca la fresca y llena mañana.
El océano tiene muchas canciones.
Yo no quiero dejar nubes heridos en la mañana
para no empañar la memoria.
El Océano Pacífico es el color de los azulejos,
esos azulejos de una antigua casa portuguesa.
Las olas llevan mis sueños,
inolvidadas, del pasado.
Las gaviotas me traen el futuro,
con voz fresca y calma.
En noches tranquilas suena la música del mar,
y luego las estrellas se levantan para brillar de nuevo.
Standing before the great water's roll...
Lost within a dream of greatness...
Breathing in slow. . .
Exhales more like whispers..
The burning sun had given way to the calling of night...
The gathering of stones, cool and ancient...
Collecting the sea's sadness...
As the last flicker of light fades until the chiming of tomorrow,
I look to the night sky...
There she is found...
In the shifting shadows of the moon...
A thousand departures created the void...
Releasing the hold on today...
With outstretched arms, I fall into the mist, the fog and the ocean's call.....TAH
I’m diving deep down into the ocean world
full of spectacular plasmatic bubbles
enchanting creatures breathed them out
orange, yellow, pink , purple and red
wallowing through dazzling soft neon-colored starfishes
in quest of its most marvelous graces
weeds with various tones of green
wagging gracefully along the way
like curtains in musical enchantments
and coral reefs in mountain ranges
with their majestic beauty in carousels of fish and seahorses
still diving deep down into the ocean world
in quest of its marvelous graces
in unfathomable depth of rainbow-colored whirlpools
I see from afar
my precious pearls
8th Place Winner
Contest: Space Odyssey
Sponsor: Poet Nathan -----D
by Leonora Galinta
As I gaze upon the ocean
Blue reflects on the water and in the sky
The horizon only distinguishable by it's hue
Standing upon a bluff on a cliff above the rough
I gaze upon the ocean with all it's power
Pushing waves hour after hour
The rock face gets battered and pounded
In a un-relentless, timeless beat
The water produces an awesome sound
Almost like a methodical beat
The surf rolls in, and rolls back out again
Foam forms around the surrounding stones
Seaweed floats , swaying with the waves
Along the beach are deposits of shells and driftwood
Above the water line sand dunes form
Resembling a landscape like the moon
Moving with the ever blowing winds
As the tides roll out
Little holes form along the beach
Making a haven for the birds to eat
A feeding frenzy does erupt
Cleaning out the sandy floor
Before the waves arrive once more
I stand in breathless quite
Taking in the ocean's mystery depth.
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 ~
~Lord Byrons Manfred~
The season is here
On this typical Maiden morn
Of week days
It’s by this hour
Though slightly late
I rose to take my bath
The ointment was done and gone
What’s more was to
Nestle on the well placed
Soft sofa by the corner
Of my reading room
And to await my breakfast
To be served.
Well has been done to the belly
What’s needed (from me) was
After settling on the round
To dress up and find my way
To the lecture room
Alas an indignation
Though a natural inclination
That crept into the scene
When I was about stepping
Out of the room
Here I picked up the cast
Of the rolling sound
Escorted by the heavy gale
At the fore
Of my chamber door
The cloud I glimpsed
Beckoned on these
Of this morn thunderstorm
Took me by surprise
As I felt the tremble of my abode
As though the roof and the wall would cave in
How heavy this morning rush would be?
Certainly it’s heavy and took charge closely
Three hours of the entire day
Blessing showery hours
That would best be related
In the meantime
By the soaking swamp
The well wet weed
The saturated sea pool
And the colorful field
Of bloom cherries and roses
Posted on 23/04/2013
My imagination is a tide of wishful waters,
A chilled ocean breeze fills the world and the words that soar overhead,
I leave behind all reality, I break a thread,
And no longer am I being held in the palm of the universe,
but I hold my universe in my pocket,
and whisper words of new meaning,
only then can you read the sky like a book,
because only then is the sky possible to touch, and flip the pages of thought,
A feeling that takes my being, and turns me into a bird,
flying overhead like the words that fill with ocean breeze,
And I sail upon my tide of wishful waters
Suddenly though a lifetime of joy, happiness, tears and devastating sorrow
Suddenly there is calm, suddenly a glimmer of a serene contented peace
The waves of the ocean no longer a tumultuous frightening turbulence
Instead a new placid peaceful calm, so inviting and so enticing
Suddenly one feels that maybe this time, this time all will be well
Maybe this is the moment so longed for, for so many years
A belief suddenly that there is a safe haven a place to at last belong
A place where all dreams and all hopes will not ripped asunder
Instead calm and safety nothing to hide suddenly all pasts forgotten
All fears and doubts and longing and despair all swept away
Like the Ocean breaking over the sand softly sweeping away all fear
A sanctuary at last somewhere to really belong, something that is yours
All one’s dreams and desires suddenly awakened from their sleep
Life to be tasted to its fullest, every moment every hour every day
No doubt the ocean will not be forever smooth, but the hope is there
The hope of a new start a new beginning in safe loving protective arms
That are there to nurture, to care for you and to make you whole again.
Though you cannot explain
How the stories of centuries
Are coloured through your veins
It’s still as if you speak, with a tongue
That no one, not even you, understands
Placed like a snowflake
A floating feather beneath the weight
Scurrying across, the puzzle of the waves
A drop in a sea
Of an ocean which has no name
And what’s in a name anyway
But still you cannot explain
How your eyes see and what they perceive
Through the windows of the sun
Of its beauty
Turns you through, all of you, inside out
But placed on the stars
Lay the fingertips of your heart
The count of their beat
Is your distance from the start
Sprint with a shadow
While your feet remain glued, to the spot
Even though you cannot explain
How you hear the pin prick of infinity
As it echoes with the angels
When they danced with you in a heaven
You once called home
But still alone in a forever
Runs the melody of a song that you sung
Through every twist and turn
Flows the river, to the lake, only you could have become
Tossed like a stone through the ripples
Of every pebbles grave
And always you ponder, the puzzle
Written on the surfaces of waves
How your soul sees and what your spirit perceives
As you live and as you breathe
Through the windows of the sun
Of your beauty
Turns you through you in all of you, inside out
A drop in the sea
Of an ocean which has no name
And what’s in a name anyway
Constantly she toils
in the darkness of the heaving sea
gathering treasures into her aprons deep;
twice a day she knocks, panting,
at the shoreline’s wide stretching door,
and scatters her abundant gifts
for vagabonds like me to reap.
October 24, 2014
Essence of salt and waves crashing
The World of the Sea has a heart
Careful not to offend thee ~
The spills of oil , nuclear waste
Drilling and mistakes,
Man infused sewage and waste
The capture of Fish while Dis guarding a life of a Dolphin
The Sea and its very Mystery is crying as all fish dying
Is there a place and time where we stop and love what was given
The Heart of the Sea not to ever be underestimated
For when sadden great wrath will fall in sequence with wind
Water and Wind can create its Heart broken fiercely without mercy
What have we done to create this disharmony
It is not hard to see as Tsunamis and Hurricanes such as Katrina unfold
It is the Heart of the Sea Broken , The heart of the Sea Spoken
We hear her Heart , we feel her wrath ,
The Heart Of The Sea ...this Heart cries
This Heart is angry , will we take responsibility ?
F.ree T.he W.aves
f.REE t.HE w.AVES
F.ree T.he W.aves!!!
Is what they say,,
Got my self some true tales
About the world today.
Oil job site fails.
Poor Sea World has to pay.
I found many black sea shells
Oil got in their way.
I wanna claw my nails.
On B.P.for turning our sand to clay
I can sit and give details
How they ruin our ocean bay
Instead I'm sending mean E-MAIL's
Expressing anger for their oily display.
How their stupidities drop our sales.
I hope they choke while eating a sea buffet
I hope someone feeds them sting-ray tails
As they drink coffee at there sea side cafe.
Everything sooner or later prevails
And ocean life will once again find a way.
God send them rain hit them with heavy hail
It's to late for B.P.to pray..
2 months of a black grave trail
((LOL)), B.P.you angered the US.A.
Getting off easy with no jail
That does not make things okay.
I will not wish you all to go to hell
After making the ocean a bigger body of dead prey
Your clean up time is slower than a sea snail
Many uncalled dead seagulls are found in your oily decay
Funny how the president takes the heat of your bail.
You screwed our blue ocean water to a stream of black and grey.
An oil site ran by a higher percent of males
Oh well what can you expect and say.
With the world in the way of oil spills.
Is like B.P.oil's is saying F.T.W.anyway.
While we the protesters say, F.ree T.he W.hales!!!
F.T.W.=free the whales!!!!!
I sailed unaware into
the ocean currents
of her life:
desired to ride
them with her;
the ocean ways, a
seed of love
planted in the soil of
my heart had taken root
and grew--only to perish
a young hope
though I loved her,
like a careless
In spite of
this and myself,
in her stare;
at the outlines
of her graceful
I did wonder:
a Helen of Troy, a prize,
on whose loveliness
so richly gorged!
But never was
a lonely man
as she could
not return my
with equal measure of feeling.
I would be more
glad had she been
unwedded to another,
could easily be within
In time, I
and love, or the
appearance of it--like
flushed down the
with her parting
Leaving the last days of August
memories of the sea waves crashing
Tides that leave shells broken to find ~
picnic memories ~
Birthday cakes sparkle ~
sunburns under a sage kissed dessert Moonlight
The Summer reminds us of happier days
scents of coconut oil and lime
reminds us all of what is yet to come ~
The rain comes down hard
crying for all souls lost and left behind
The birds fly in perfect form
reminding all of the September storm
begging for history not to repeat ~
~ In war
only defeat ~
two beams of light straight to the Heavens
stay through the whole month of September
they remind us to listen silently we stand still
For the city lives and breaths left with loss
many questions unanswered remain ~
Leaving behind August
entering Septembers fears ~
I love this poem because it reflects on the past and the coming month in remembrance of history that took place September 11th 2001. In a way it is a oxymoron . from passionate summer nights to the fear embraced in the month coming :)
Below earth,darting fish hear the arteries
of the undersea replete with
mollusks and embroidered shells
as wreath of lotus revels in peace,
bathing in the salt of puffed clouds. Gentle are
urchins whispering tuneful
language of serenity ,somewhat delicate
as sea bed is to coral in the moist throb
of dweling spaces for trade fleets to beckon
Like so, guardians of an archipelago watch emblems
of armadas ruffling the Pacific rim. Man- made vessels
are aliens in the waterworld: greedy eyes, clawed hands
pirating the mothers of pearls and infants of reefs.
A watchful dolphin rolls along, shaking
the ark's basement ramming doors
of the ocean floor: a world poisoned
by tainted oil and dynamites
where callous merchants invade
the daily haul from innocent fishermen.
Along shores, a divide between friends
and foes is uncompromising;
that beyond words,
lord of tide rises to acknowledge
the kindness of strangers,
if they are kind enough to respect
a waterworld's sacred heritage.
Caleb Smith's Gone Fishin'
by nette onclaud
Strange colored skies climb northernly this night
Calling our future with wild deamons eyes
Abscure as the creatures who answer the call
Wild are the answers of the reasons and the faults
Certain as the well swept winds
Alluring in it's grasp fought negatively through single wins
I pray twords the skies and it curdles and swims
Thoughts twords the sun and it scorches my rims
Carry me far enough I can be within your sights
Stash us away and the sun will be bright
Motors may break but oceans will be light
I will stay on the coast and wait
The award I will do is make the evening a minute late
Parched is the gulf as the single minute breaks
Great is the second docks a seperate mans gate
The Earths crust slowly begins to crumble
It quivers, then quakes, it slowly opens, the rivers break
A star is born somewhere, a beautiful new star
Great is the struggle, born from the heavens a small light it makes
The new star pulls, it turns, then it feeds and it's fuel it burns
Gently it orbits following all things it understands
The new star bends it dances it stands
Tancing outwardly as creations comprehend
A continient wavers as the new star binds its brand
It feeds off of our oceans as our tides wash in
It goes just as softly forward and back
As the rays of its placement barrow up to the sun
We watch very carefully because it's damages are already done
strolling all alone at the ocean shore
embracing the cold breeze of a new sunrise
I feel the freshness of the soft and gentle wind
touching tenderly my whole being as you again fill my mind
I hear the yodel of the small waves
every melody conveys message
leaving behind the memories I’ll forever cherish
once in a while, waves walk towards me
I can feel the tenderness of their kisses
they wrap around with soft sand on my feet
great relief and happiness I feel
the scent of the peaceful ocean wafted on air
I smell its therapeutic power for all my pains
as I start to see a new sunshine
I’m sure tomorrow I’ll be fine
only scars are left behind
to remind me to keep stronger
as I’ll move on in my life
Nov. 25, 2012
Contest: Any Poem Goes
Poet Sponsor: My Greatest Poet PD
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
People in grief.
Do not expose people of the entire alphabet
on how much you feel for them.
Give flowers, flowers can say more then words.
Do not ask a person in grief,
if he or she is hungry or thirsty.
Cook, place food on the table, and invite them.
Do not ask a person in grief, if he or she is tired,
make up a bed, give an extra blanket,
warmth and security.
Do not belive that a person who in grief,
has long enough arms to hold around themselves,
to be held by others that know you are in grief,
is the best comfort you can get...
Do not think of everything that hurts,
but try to find the little things that are well worth a smile,
a smile can make your day easier.
Life goes on, even though the soul is scarred for life,
do not let another person take control over your life.