The brightly colored houses lighten my emotions.
The cobblestone streets encourage by shaking the worries away.
A town on the ocean's edge, aware of the power of nature
yet at peace. Time undulates and ebbs with the tide as life is carefree.
Historic restoration, reminds us that living has not changed really.
Life, birth, death and taxes continue along with joy and sickness.
Passion and love are old as time. The river meets the ocean and the ocean never
overflows. Seagulls and pelicans stay by the salty spray; dining each day on fresh
seafood. Seagulls run and play on the sand dunes for fun.
Tourists come and go leaving behind a few dollars to keeps the town thriving.
The tall tales grow each year for pure pleasures sake. It is alright with me,
charming stories make my return more interesting. There is a melody of enjoyments to be had in the city by the sea.
For Charles Melody
written 28th June 2013
The place downunder, I'm happy to call my home
if you plan on a visit, here's somethings you do "need" to know
Kakadu is a place 'you' need to take the time to see
such magic you will never won't to leave
But...if your arms "outside" the boat...
It...WILL end up down, a crocodiles throat
Ayres rock...is a must place to have on your list, simply this you can not miss
As the sun descends watch it's colours change, you'll be mesmerised by 'pure' bliss
Coober Pedy...for those slightly intrigued with the underground
for it is here, a quiet town where all there house's are found
Ballarat...you can still find gold
Well... so I've been told
I recommend...."you" don't swim in the oceans at the top end..
surrounded by oceans.... the rest, feel free to jump in
"BUT" if you happen to see a 'fin' I highly 'recommend' you swim
With nights call..'when' offered pull up a chair, grab a beer and relax
there's just....'one small' catch
Don't ever be the 'first' to fall "asleep"
Aussie's find 'extensive' pleasure in an innocent prank when asleep
Enjoy your stay....and from the Land downunder we 'all' say "G'day"
and look forward to seeing you again, we know you had a great stay
Fog rolling in,
Making the sea go a gray,
Kid’s body surfing all day,
In a cold pacific bay,
The children are laughing,
To the sway,
Of the ice cold waves roaring away.
I hear my mom calling to me faraway,
To come back to shore,
For I was tiring in this pacific bay,
Because of the numbing cold,
That could not let me stay,
In the icy water of this pacific bay.
This morning I have carefully slumbered into the bathroom to start the shower
Groggy and tired I turn the control counterclockwise to a satisfying temperature
I step inside the cubical and shiver with the initial shock of water pouring on me
My body starts to melt as the warmth covers me like a warm blanket
Worries and agendas come seeping through the shower tiles like unavoidable green monsters
Clouds of steam give a ferocious roar and the mischievous scoundrels scamper off into hiding,
Knowing that they will return once again
I’m taken to some place new
A beach with sand white as snow and the sun’s rays kissing every inch of my skin;
With the sounds of a soothing melody and a reggae beat off in the distance
I don’t recall the song but find myself knowing every word and sing along,
As my mood is calmed and contented
How do I stay soulful, without seeming like a raging goddess?
I would always be the raging sea,
Don’t sail your boats or ships upon my waters!
Expected to be slaughters, by my sharks
The rough waves: and the haunted ghost slaves.
You toss abroad, unlike the garage you scattered on my shore,
I kept your secrets; at the bottom of ocean floor
I sting your eyes, and bitter your taste:
Rock your ships from side to side
Yet, you smuggle my fish out to land:
what a disgrace!
A man would always be a man
Why did you leave the dry land and sail the ocean blue
You pirate! You luxury ocean liners: you liars
Can you hold on to my waters?
The laughter takes hold of you.
I filled myself with rage, because of the things you do
No safety nets……
My heart cries for thousands and thousands of people
those who perished in the earthquake-spawned waves;
known as tsunami, the worst natural disaster
that caused tons and tons of deaths across Asian countries.
It’s a great tragedy, a giant blow to humanity,
with its repercussions to all spheres of life –
a wake-up call, an immediate response
that needs to be attended to and done forthwith.
Global mourning takes its course in every nation,
particularly in these countries of Asia where –
Indonesia, Thailand, Sri Lanka are faced with difficulties;
in coping with destructions, tragedies, and other commotions
indeed, an urgent call that needs an international attention.
In four decades this catastrophe has ceased its wrath,
but after that starts another episode, so terrifying
that people who are caught up in that mere situation
can solemnly declare and profess their fears.
Oh, Mother Nature! at times we don’t know
your reactions that cause pandemonium,
tragedy, destruction, sorrow, and pain to all
like this one, a very strong and powerful disaster.
However, across the world, people show their compassion
with their unwavering generosity that floods in all levels
it’s an illustration that we’re humans with caring behaviors
to all those who’re afflicted and severely hit by this phenomenon.
I can’t imagine how the world mobilizes and responds
showing their love and concern to these people in pain
loss of lives, heart brokenness, and other misfortunes;
these generate an answer to be mindful of them in many ways.
I see the unprecedented generosity that rolls in every land,
institutions and other organizations make a collaboration
in what is conceived and put into action: fund raising,
charity, and pledges of thousands of donors.
Horrific media images shown in television channels,
are remarkable pointers for reflection and yet an invitation;
for someone who needs conversion and a return to church call,
that life can be as quick as those giant waves that killed many people.
It’s a theological reflection which embraces human sufferings,
Like a pathway to profound invocation, faith and trust in Him;
Oh God, our source of strength and goal to fulfill this portion
Where we unite ourselves to all those who’re in afflictions.
The full moon hung heavily in the heaven's
Reflecting on the water below
The ocean waves played a melody
Lulling peacefulness into
the stillness of the night.
A virginal vision dressed in white
rides upon her white steed.
Throughout the forest
a fine mist, hangs
Glistening, the woods
in fairy like glow.
The stars twinkled, in sad refrain,
the ocean, lapped timelessly ,upon the shore
Mimicing the beating of the heart.
She gazes, over the ocean ,where,
the full moon illuminates.
Her crystal tears, flow.
In her hand, letters,
written but never sent.
Love notes, that will never be read.
For, he died that day
Never declaring the love she felt
Now all that remains
Pieces of paper
Written but never sent.
ON a spring day just walking on a grassy hill, with no shoes. I just stand there looking
out unto the ocean. I see the pretty dolphins just playing with each other. I noticed
when I got closer they just ran away. They are such beautiful creatures that god has made.
There is so many creatures in the ocean that is so beautiful and peaceful, and some of
them we can’t see when they are so deep down the ocean floor. I love the beautiful fishes
that swim at Hawaii very pretty colors. AT Hawaii there is so much more to see in the
ocean that is so beautiful, you need to scuba dive then you can see all the reef, and the
fishes and sometimes you can see a Optus that is just lying there under a rock just
minding his own business.
I hold three magic rocks, in My hand.
Rolling them over and over and over
leaving this reality far behind.
Amber, golden, polished, yet flawed and fecund,
a dollop of honeyed sunshine, light and pulse,
surrounds the remnants of wing and limb.
Opalescent egg of rainbow and pearl, chill and slippery;
the second shape crosses the surface
of the amber sun, warily and with grace.
Turquoise mottled and marbled
with veins of ocean blue and pastoral green
the third rock spins around and between
the globes of white and gold.
My eyes pierce the depth of ocean and
atoms of hydrogen cling to singular atoms of oxygen
positive and negative charges mirror
the Earthly psyche of Yin and yang.
Within the amber ball hydrogen dances with helium.
Electron clouds orbit proton cores,
just as the three globes spin round in the palm of the Universe,
Do Si Do ing with the uncharged, seemly barren, third opalescent egg
which mirrors the neutron in a molecular night.
Far below on the turquoise marble,
man looks skyward into the MY All Seeing Eye of God.
Then into his own palm where the dance continues.
The great one glides to her ultimate destiny
Soon to etch in time an infamous legacy
All souls aboard not knowing their fate
An iceberg ahead,
just lying in wait
This huge ship of iron,
cutting so easily through a wave
About to send so many to a watery grave
Dozens of safe crossings by it Captain so proud
Confidence buoyed by calm seas,
and nary a cloud
Little children run and play on her gigantic deck
The Lord knowing for some,
their parent's last trek
completely oblivious of the future
Set plans for America,
and offspring they'll nurture
Yet this massive ocean,
Earth's giver of life
Can be so unforgiving,
making widows of many a wife
The rich and the poor,
standing shoulder to shoulder
Going down with Titanic,
never to grow older
As loved ones in life boats,
hear those horrible cries
They are doomed to relive them,
for the rest of their lives
Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved
"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."
© 2014 Robert William Gruhn