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The Baptism

The Baptism

Like a baptismal rite, the waters flow
upon the sandy shore marred by the feet
of travelers. There in the golden glow
of sun where sky and land and ocean meet,
each scar is washed away by the deep reach
of blessed waves poured from the font-like sea...
here liquid spirit bathes the pitted beach
and leaves behind unblemished purity.

I walked along the water's edge and saw
the prints I made, which in a moment's time
were gone...the shore, agleam, without a flaw...
and I exalted in the holy clime,

as if my soul, like scarred and trampled sand,
was mended by the blessed sea's great hand. 

Sandra M. Haight

~2nd Place~
Premiere Contest: 203 - Max 14 Lines
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 09/16/2016

~5th Place~
Contest: Memories of the Sea
Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst
Judged: 05/15/2015

~9th Place~
Contest: Theme #6 -THE SEA- (OLD & NEW POEMS)
Sponsor: Skat A
Judged: 01/18/2016

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015

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A Day at the Beach

Imagine sitting in the sand at the beach,
The sand between your toes and just close 
enough where the water can reach.
The sand is wet and a little cold,
You look out at the clear blue sky you see the 
sun shining like a piece of gold.
You see dolphins jumping in the distance,
Glad that they're apart of existence.
You see a flock of seagulls soar,
You lay back and close your eyes listening to
 the waves crashing onto the shore.
Smelling the salty water and the sun hitting 
your skin,
The warm and comfort you feel within.
You hear kids as they laugh and play,
Smiling because today was a great day.

        May 04, 2014
~ The One and Only~

Copyright © Pamela Bland | Year Posted 2014

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My Friesland

I've come at last, my Friesland;
I'll never leave again,
But watch the budding trees stand
Above the grassy plain.

From the smallest little flow'rs that grow,
To the tallest steeple's rise,
You're the fairest country that I know
Beneath the bluest skies.

Everywhere I walk, I see,
My memories are true;
The people smiling back at me,
Their eyes are sparkling too.

From Bolsward down toward Heerenveen,
The dearest land I've seen;
What shame I nearly left for good,
When I was but fifteen.

I've come at last, my Friesland;
My wand'ring I resign:
Oh, sprawling, comely sealand,
What joy to call you mine!

{Form begins as a sonnet and continues as quatrain.}

Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2014

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Time to book a holiday

It's time to book a holiday
Where we'll go I cannot say
A beach resort, or bush retreat
Maybe a chalet cosy, sweet

Maybe somewhere across the seas
In Bali they tell me "life's a breeze"
Somewhere I haven't been before
Same, same, it can be a bore

Now I know, I have a plan
Perhaps I'll take a pin in hand
Stick it somewhere on a map
This could do the trick may haps

But I want to go somewhere
Just anywhere I just don't care

Copyright © Vera Duggan | Year Posted 2015

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Beach Vacation

The thick salty air surrounded my nose
Sending happy shivers up my spine as
I wedged the soft, hot sand between my toes. 
I starts running to the water, which has 
Many memories from past childhood
Vacations. Running to cool off my feet. 
Standing here, looking at all the driftwood 
Covering the sand in the way a sheet
Would. Wondering where the driftwood came from. 
Snapping back to reality as I 
Begin to feel both feet going numb. 
I relieve my numb feet as I go lie
In the sand, relaxing in the summer 
Breeze, soaking in the vacation wonder.

Copyright © Taylor Kuehl | Year Posted 2016

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Angel Lady - A Petrarchan Sonnet

     The sea wind blows her shining chestnut hair
            That flows as from a hidden mountain spring,
             Which, as the skylark rising on the wing,
       Flies heavenward up, as if in homage rare.

        I follow with my eyes this lady fair
             Who walks along the beach and gently sings,
             Quite unaware of all the joy she brings,
         But of my presence she is unaware.

              This heavenly vision glides before my eyes; 
              Then, as a sunbeam plays its devilish tricks,
               She seems to vanish quickly without trace.

               But is she but an angel in disguise?
               I search the empty beach with eyes transfixed
               But never more will see her lovely face.

Copyright 2014

Copyright © Josie Whitehead | Year Posted 2014

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Fog Of Sunshine

Upon arriving in a cold dawn breeze
Whilst hands might be full, demanding to lift
Eagle eyed on such a shadow at ease
Extends a welcome, still I became stiff.
Aura’s on edge to this fragile posture 
Dismal charade coats his inner bearing
As river of moonshine does not torture
The eight, deep-seated ‘til rays are glaring.
Gathered for indulgence at fresh midday 
The fragile has a mouth for his wise tongue
Sharing trivia that carried me away
And yet bluffs as a flat poker-faced young.
The fog of sin from a bag of sunshine
That is quite an open-and-shut draw line.

Skin fires up along waters in motion
A query comes in, hailed to modern dame
The rant of the fragile spurs his notion
Though excuse me, could not join your game.
Flushed and away from taking the crisp pledge
I sway to the tune of compelling tracks
Heretofore, an act that I must not hedge
Straight outside where the dazed fragile relaxed.
From pedals and licks to favored genre
The familiarity is round-the-clock
Surplus existence is not a contra
Evanescence of the soul comes to knock.
The fog of sin from a bag of sunshine
Drop out of sight; I think I will be fine.

First shot - a lustrous rust from ripe wonder
The seven, battled the craft of reason
Second shot - a mind’s eye leads to blunder
The two, tempted for the sake of season.
Allured to the voice of inviting mischief
A seal that is all but butterfly kiss
Dries the dearest out beyond disbelief
Enough of it calls the shots of mere bliss.
Gasp of steamy air echoes out of range
Lingering for the deep touch of desire
Vague urge gives in to an enticing change
Tender strokes spring from the poise we aspire.
The fog of sin from a bag of sunshine
The fragile climbed the capstone; likewise, mine.

The first blush rises above horizon
As the three sheets to the wind tiptoed well
Being caught in a fly-by-night zion
Upstairs is under one’s wing from the spell.
Scruffy yet born with bewitching feature
Voice endowed with suavity sweeps off feet
Mesmeric eyes that can cause mild seizure
Dear me now, could not stare or even greet. 
The four, smoothed the way back to how things charm
Others remained; clueless of what took shape
Swan song by the fragile got my cheek warm
Treated this breathing space as sweet escape.
The fog of sin from a bag of sunshine
Still and all, an open-and-shut draw line.

Copyright © Maria Rheza Mae Rubio | Year Posted 2014

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A piece of ocean next to trees and sand
Scattered across treated mahogany. 
Across a face, and a ship now unmanned,
And rolling waves, fingers trip sloppily.
Splitting the pile into organized stacks
Here end pieces, there yellow, and here blue.
Out of nowhere a playful cat attacks!
Ocean falls like rain, every piece but two 
The cat bounds away leaving destruction.
Scattered pieces, mangled ship thrown on beach
Nothing but a picture for instruction.
Marching forth, I took the puzzle by siege
Gradually the pieces come together
And are ready for your viewing pleasure

Copyright © Jacque Graham | Year Posted 2014

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At the packed coastal beach, scents of chrysanthemums’ incenses
Adorned the cool sea breeze, perfuming my mollified senses
The late afternoon sun burned gently, its flames caressed my skin
Snowy clouds ambled the cheery skies, dressed in crystalline blues.
Its picturesque mirrored by the unruffled sea, as I took in
The panoramic scape, seamlessly flowing, forming curls of indigo hues.

The azure shades subtly paled, as flustered vistas grew morose
Soft mumbles preceded grumbles, in a capricious metamorphose.
Spindrifts and gusts conspired, in mutinous unity of quietude’s assault,
Strides of wave crests turbulent, broadcasted their unruly tumult,
The beach, depraved vestiges of the serene, scenic scape pristine,
In solitude rue of the sea's untamed, rowdy routine.

Surges of emotions compulsive, our dispositions rendered visible 
Sometimes as the sea’s open sight, our auras discernible.

© Maverick Nyambu

Copyright © Maverick Nyambu | Year Posted 2015

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That Morning on the Beach

That morning on the beach, where did we go?
That June, before the current swept away
That thin island between the sea and bay,
Where did we walk, the risen sun still low?

Before the current swept away the land
And me along with it, where did we stride?
Next to the sea, the waxing, waning tide
Whose rhythmic jaws consumed the footprint sand?


We went nowhere that morning on the sand. 
I stood and let the icy waves beat me
And hoped that they would pull me out to sea,
Far from this disappearing island. 

Back then, I thought the sea would set me free,
But all it did was make a memory. 

Copyright © Kyle Maples | Year Posted 2013

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The Present on the Beach

The May Bahama breezes rustled fronds of palm trees very common on the beach. And he, with an affinity for blondes, was drawn to one who seemed within his reach. Encompassed by white sand and azure sea, embraced by warming rays, she, sweet and thin, a present for his eyes now seemed to be, well-wrapped in golden tissue - smooth, young skin. The challenge often facing him was gone - no need to guess, by checking cleavage out, the looks of what he fondly gazed upon. Her luscious mangoes bared left him no doubt. Engaged in sport, he thanked his lucky star he’d packed binoculars to see so far! 7/31/12 For the Funny Poem Contest of craig cornish

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012

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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 | Year Posted 2015

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Poseidon drew up from the salty sea,
a silver splash of wave from Earth to Moon.
High was the crest as it arced and fell free,
from the chilled night sky and onto the dune.
The sand danced ribbons across the shore, 
it caught it's breath in the eye of a wave. 
Then it rolled and thundered its silken score, 
and dug a dune song in carving the cave. 
From out of the dark and damp of the hole, 
to slip past the shells and pools from the tide. 
It oozed in white foam to swallow the knoll,
then pulled by the moon to start a new ride.
Full Moon in the night, it prowls like a cat,
to stalk the next swell, give rise, and fall flat.

By Edlynn Nau
© May 28, 2016 

For the Contest: Pin A Sonnet On It
Sponsor: Janis Thompson 
Placement: 5th 

Copyright © Edlynn Nau | Year Posted 2016

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One Day

As past still haunted me for the pain felt
It was about time for tranquility
Possibly adding a notch in my belt
An escape from vulnerability.
In paradise, I was on a mission
To gather thoughts and fill the vacancy
Luck from cosmic force set my ignition
To release endorphins and decency.
Wrapped around a full head of steam under
Yet nestled in a temperate posture
Golden strands swayed fondly as I ponder
Shared same quirks despite the distinct culture.
Tempted to ask him out which I thought cool
Still, I claimed to be fastened to my rule.

A sweet flight must be stored in the deepest
Its sole purpose was to draw sudden smiles
But the unexpected spurred the weakest
An exchange coming from hundreds of miles.
Thought it was safe to encounter such means
‘Til sharing of wits flattered each other
Hoping to forge ahead to varied scenes 
Although nothing much could be done further.
Desire for coffee was not a good sign
If distance was the massive stumbling block
For then, this may keep the ball rolling fine
Later, it would not harm for you to knock.
Pursued existence for a longer stay
Promised oneself for that moment one day.

Copyright © Maria Rheza Mae Rubio | Year Posted 2015

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The Ocean

Where time has no place within the peace and composure,
squeeze and revive my inner most dreams,
and yearnings refresh my relationship with the sea, 
where days are idyllic and nights mystic. 

Waves send their chorus of voices, 
sounds like the throb of a chime,
to the heart of the listening desert,
glittering and dancing like millions of diamonds.

Clashed brilliantly with the water beneath, 
bringing foam and dying shells to the shore,
sea creatures submerge under the seawater,
resting on the sea enclosed rock structures.

Wild and silver waves, 
crashing into unkempt cliffs, 
sculpting new curves into the rocks and tide pools,
and surges with laughter as its war against the shore continuous. 

I felt happy when I stand near the ocean
watching the evening sun fall away, 
foamy white waves clang against the shore, 
licking my toes with a little cackle.

Copyright © Seth Yuhi Musinga | Year Posted 2015

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Beach Church

"Everyday, people stray 
away from the church and go 
back to God."  -  Lenny Bruce  

I kneel upon an ocean beach to pay 
attention to some creature in the sand.  
A choir of seagulls breaks out in song and 
swells my soul and the surf roars, “Let us spray.”  

Many little crabs scurry amongst the rocks 
to take up a collection of what there 
is there of sustenance.  Their simple prayer: 
"Please, feed us and save us from wild bird flocks.”  

The sea tide rushes in and through crevices 
it bursts; I hear its word whilst it sings me 
a doxology for the trinity 
as beautiful as any church services. 

The only thing I miss is the sermon.  
Nonetheless, I feel a better person.  

Copyright © John Smith | Year Posted 2011

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a gay sonnet

A Friday of Gayness 

Today I drove to Faro town I wanted a meal of tuna steak with 
onions at the café I used to frequent fifteen years ago.
The place had gone upmarket and so had the prices one waiter 
remembered me but not my wife and she took a dislike to him  
said he was effeminate; the café has two parts, one with a wine bar 
I mostly sat there.  Oscar Wilde came in or someone looking as him, 
he remarked of what he had observed during the day an intelligent 
mind who could recite his own poems beautifully .

I decide to become gay too, to be frivolous and happy, but avoid 
the sex thing the very thought made me shudder.
Alas, I had to drive my wife home I tried to translate some of 
Oscar`s remarks into Portuguese, she didn`t think it was funny
But that was my fault telling jokes is not my metier so I was 
back being my pedestrian self 

Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2016

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Tempests That Eat Upon Stony Shores

Tempests That Eat Upon Stony Shores

There lay hidden- shadows in a great storm
tempest that eats upon this stony shore.
Night hiding devils wrecking such great harm
destroying in our hearts we most adore!

Waves crash into massive rocks that so shield
playgrounds of ivory sanded beaches.
Harsh winds beating the flowers in bright field
all are savaged as its darkness reaches!

Memories hold that we pray remains safe
glow of beauty existing hours before.
Fast stormy missiles blast all as they strafe
wrecking hell and destruction ever more!

Save our souls, we deeply, earnestly pray.
Give this gift, so we can see light of day!

Robert J. Lindley, 09-16-2015

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Note-This poem was written by me back in early 90's. 
I decided to bring it from my private journal and 
present it here with a very minor edit.
In the last verse, I changed the word "joy" to --"gift"..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Bliss from Heaven

Oh my, little missy, what a fortress you created
Topless blonde toddler on the sand feels emancipated
The smile that brightens her sweet face can’t be understated
The beach ball beside her lays on the soft beach inflated

Take my hand, oh little one, and please do not be afraid
Come out from your sandy fortress and in the water wade
Why, look, the tiny hermit crabs are marching in parade
And down the beach two older boys are selling lemonade

Innocent one, I pray that life holds happiness for you
The world sometimes seems very harsh, but I will see you through
How blessed I am to share your joy, but we’ll share sorrow too
And one day when you marry, I’ll cheerfully bid adieu

Childhood years spin by so fast, I savor every moment
Because I have no doubt the bliss you bring is heaven sent

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2012

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Robert Beach

With screams echoing through these halls,
Smoke begins to rise.
Retuning to these murder filled walls,
It's the past I have learnt to despise.
Lights flashing red, blue, and white.
Sitting up against the door,
We've held up one hell of a fight.
A knock on the door.
"You'll deal with my son first!"
They pulled my beaten brother by the wrist,
As they cursed, 
Ignoring my bleeding mother.
Scared and traumatized, 
We have survived.

Copyright © Marcedy Sumner | Year Posted 2013

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Te Arai Point

 The sun lit the sky and I lit a joint,
   And the mood was gay and so was Tinley!
 Then onward to the coast - Te Arai Point -
   On that long dusty trail through Forestry.
 Back in an age of substance over style,
   A tall "scab" or ten in the tussock grass,
 But the gulf wind off Great Barrier Isle
   Blew waves to the shore and sand up my arse!
 A campfire did blaze its windward chill
   Till long into the night its flames we'd stoke,
 And gazed at the stars till we had our fill  
   With magic silver bullets up in smoke!
 From our tents at dawn raised the living dead
 And hit the surf and dunes on the beachhead. 


                    March 1995

Copyright © Keith Trestrail | Year Posted 2014

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There is an island small near the airport and is connected 
to a small bridge. In summers I used to take my dog there
for a swim… the dog liked to swim but not far and long, 
just too cool off. Parking was no problem back then and 
dogs were allowed. After swimming we walked to a café 
I bought a litre bottle of water, cupped my hand so the dog 
could drink too, I read a paper and the dog found a shade.
Drove back yesterday wanted to see if there had been any 
changes, the beach was full of sunbeds, each one with
 a parasol and it cost money by the hour. Those who didn´t 
want to pay had a stony part of the beach they resembled 
a flock of seals on a reef. It was all so organized and clean it 
looked to me like a military encampment. No, nothing stays 
the same, my dog is dead, has been so for a long time.   

Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2013

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The holidays are at an end
Lots of money we did spend
With trips away
Out for the day 
Lots of fun
In the rare English sun 

Day on a farm with lots of hens
And alpaca and  pigs in there pens 
A butterfly sanctuary with moths too
Showing wings that were bright blue

A trip to the beach 
And play in the sea
Splashing in the water
My sister and me 

A visit to the grandparents 
With lots of treats
A trip to the cinema 
With popcorn and sweets 

A Barbeque at nanny's we then had
We helped cook with our grandad
Burgers and hot dogs and salad to eat
This was daddy's birthday treat 

Dinosaur hunting we did go 
Being careful and going slow 
All the tracks we had to follow 
Finding bones that were hollow

A train ride we had was exciting 
The whistle blow was quite  frightening
Back to Wiltshire was our trip
Mind the gap please don't slip

Now back at mummies 
With stories to tell 
Our summer holidays 
Have been real swell

Back to school in our new gear
Top of the class have no fear
With reading and writing 
And lots to do 

I'm real glad I'm back to school 
Holidays are over but fun was had 
Great adventures with Mum and my Dad 

Copyright © Gordon Alexander | Year Posted 2016

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Wading through Venom

I love the way the sky defends the sea;
The way the waves do break upon the shore.
But when the clouds seep in to disagree—
My eyes begin to guide the tides of war.
My fingers twitch; I smell the herald’s fear,
I must prepare my love to play the part,
To save our sacred crux from the unclear—
And batten down the hatches of my heart.
For every storm is drafted by the lords;
I know this hurricane will surely pass,
However long it takes to wreck the boards—
I’ll stake our claims with ruins from the mass.
So when the deep begins to lift its head,
Lest we forget the beaches we have wed.

Copyright © Lxnnnie Rutledzh | Year Posted 2016

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To Gooney Birds

Shifting palm trees in sandy beach sunshine
Guard an immortal violet-blue lagoon
Gooney birds beg and dance all in a line
When they land it’s like watching a cartoon

As the ship is being refueled at pier
Steaks and beer on the beach with these strange birds
An island oasis it would appear
What I observed was truly beyond words 

Sailors in various degrees of dress
Being chased and attacked by vicious foul
While steaks burned with cold beer we couldn’t care less
By sunset my shipmates began to howl

A bizarre lay over as you have read
We left at sunrise all with aching head

Copyright © Gary Jones | Year Posted 2007

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As a prisoner misses the cell after countless years inside
Or a near-death experience reappears in dreams 
Quelled feelings come and go like the tide
Experience long gone still flows in mind streams

The flotsam and jetsam of a life wrecked
May appear on the beach at tide’s low ebb 
When defences are down and we do not expect
To meet them again mid the strands of life’s web

For the past has not passed, but remains in the now:
Streams of consciousness tumble uncontrolled
And flood themselves into the overflowing scow
Of  the mind  - old and cold,  they fill the hold.

            There can be no present on free dry land
            Without an end to the past of shifting wet sand 

Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2012

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French Cafe

I own a petite cafe in South France
Overlooking the sparkling azure sea
The apron-clad staff serves some top cuisine
But mainly fine china filled with black tea.

Chef Christopher becomes so furious
No one orders his finely prepared food
Because he poured his heart and soul in it
But the customers are not in the mood.

I console him and say the tourists stress
About the growing size of their own waist
They say his creamy dishes look divine
Even when they refuse to take a taste.

I tell the chef to breathe in the sea air
And remember his wage is more than fair.

September 8, 2016

Copyright © Kim Bond | Year Posted 2016

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Seashore Seesaw

Like the sound of ocean in a seashell
My ears ring of the love for the ocean
With land, river, lake unable to quell
The ache for sea, woven within soul spun.

Sound of waves breaking and surging up shore
Washes the stain and stench of inland time
From the mind and body right to the core
Purifying, cleansing like bells that chime.

Heralding last hour, all gone and dusted,
Flushing away the past's stain, taint and scour.
New dawn born each hour, freshened and flustered.
Time with the sea renews, like chimes on hour.

The sound of sea in sync with my being
Sustains love with chants and seesaw seeing.

20 August 2016

Copyright © John Anderson | Year Posted 2016

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A west wind turned the blackness into blue
as down the streets umbrellas packed away
bright sunshine washed the pavements and the cue
for all to step out and enjoy the day.
Old ladies picked their way down to the shore
the children squealed as cold waves slapped their knees
a dog licked spilt ice cream from off the floor
Kittiwake held station in the breeze.
We stood in the North sea, just feet apart
the stresses of the year now losing grip
holding hands like some childhood sweethearts
but with a walking stick in case she'd slip

To sum up, for a cure to all your woes
you cannot beat some sand between your toes.

Copyright © Viv Wigley | Year Posted 2016

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saragossa sonnet

 Saragossa Sonnet  
There is a place in the mid-Atlantic an island made of sea tare 
and the mist never lifts sea and storm avoid this island 
that in the middle has a pyre that must be kept alive and old men
sit cross-legged around the pyre and feed it dry bones 
of sailors who have sought shelter but end up having their throats slit  
hung up like stock-fish to dry on the eastern side of the island.
They never talk about this but it is well known that a salted thigh
bone lasts a week and is delicious with boiled sea-tare.

You can`t see the people who live there clearly they are  sons 
of mist and fog an unholy alliance sex without pleasure, but they
must go on the pyre must be fed, if not the sun will break through
and they and their home will disappear as it never existed

Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2016