She dances with volta do mar;
about her hips she swings and sways;
on currents of the seas for days,
she beckons sailors from afar.
Her mermaid song, it spins whirlwinds
about the deepest ocean’s gyre;
keep lit, the lanterns of desire;
of whispered lovers and trade winds.
On deck, attempts to navigate,
astern, the deadly shore and reef;
while men she would lure to their grief,
her spectral hand, did gravitate.
Her phantom tendrils now retreat;
revealed too late, their graves to meet.
Earth’s sphere of fire bids adieu to me
As dying embers gleam across the sea
In rare hues reflected by autumn trees,
Swirling in motion with October’s breeze.
I feel the joy this season has to share
In golden harvest that the branches bear,
And I am thankful for this blessed year,
For divine abundance I share so dear.
The sun and moon take on a special glow
As thunder clouds move swiftly with the flow.
Yes, autumn coaxes feelings to revive,
Those mem’ries of past seasons still alive.
When autumn spreads her dress of lacey frost
I know, in breathless beauty, I’ll be lost.
© 2013 Connie Marcum Wong
I love it when Spring finally comes
The buds showing their little sprouts
Yes indeed from this seasons of four
I'm awake many sleeping plants shout
I love it when I walk through the parks
When these buds turn to a sea of green
Forgotten are the plants being so stark
This birthing season just has to be seen
I love it when I sit on the park benches
When the breeze caresses Sakura trees
The airs scented by their pinky blossoms
Mother nature and man in total agree
When I retire I'll grow a green thumb for
I love it when Spring finally comes
Again I shield my eyes from ocean's spray
While lifting eyes of hope to search the sea
But seas and skies are endless, troubled grey
My hope deferred; how often must it be?
I'd give my life to see him safely home
And all once more his windswept face to see
"And what," I ask, "compels my love to roam?"
But only wind blows keenly on my ear
While here I stand -- forsaken for the foam
My hope deferred gives way to tho'ts of fear
A ship alone, perhaps not still afloat
Yet still I wait, and hope he cometh near
A sail I see! and greet with hopeful smile
But hope deferred - must wait for yet a while
Based on Brition Riviere's painting, "Hope Deferred".
“And the rains descended, and the floods came, and the winds blew, and beat upon that house; and it fell not; for it was founded upon a rock.” Matt. 7: 27
One day along the beach I took a walk.
Before me, there appeared a church. It seemed
to have a strong foundation. Built on rock,
its white brick surface in the sunlight gleamed.
I thought of One who stood upon a mount
once long ago beside a great sea where
his teachings poured like water from a fount
of wisdom for the poor in spirit there.
He said to build one’s house on rock, not sand,
and spoke of charity - the higher love.
Salvation for the meek, he promised, and
the sweet and everlasting peace thereof.
Since Christ so often taught near Galilee.
I loved the sight of His house by the sea!
By Andrea Dietrich/ Sept. 25, 2011
For the Contest of Constance La France ~My Dear Heart ~
"The Church By The Ocean Poetry Contest"
Like fingers, lovely birch tree shadows play
On virgin snow like hands upon a sheet;
So bright the moon it seems like light of day,
But stars among the forest’s members peek.
And while my Love lies pleasantly at rest,
I dream awake and contemplate my muse;
Enraptured by this scene on winter’s breast
Where thoughts are drawn and peacefully diffused.
So now I look upon the face of time
And all my years of life become but one.
In timelessness I feel my spirits climb,
Where thoughts of love and life can laugh and run.
Now I am left at peace and free to be,
There lost within the moon’s tranquility…
Such tender whispers waft on salty air
On foggy mornings waves are brushed in gray
I hear you then as winds caress my hair
Your murmur’s soft, but I know what you mean
The day will soon come when we live as one
You know I miss the sea scent in your clothes
Our earthly union – life had just begun
You asked for “waders;” I said, “What are those?”
On morns like this I put your waders on
Reach out and search in misty sea for you
The realms separate us will be gone
To vows we made so long ago, I'm true
My lover, teacher, mentor and best friend
The bond between our souls will never end
*This is an English sonnet
Entry for Debbie and Cyndi's Sonnet contest
Dedicate to my late husband
Written January 15, 2012 for Francine’s “4 forms, 4 themes” contest
Theme: Lost Love
As the men of the great sea carry me
Assuring them of safe travel on water
Courage and serenity are given free
Am restless anxiety adjuster
Feel so soft smooth as nestled in pocket
Look deeply into my pale blue colors
Ye men of wide sea who wear bluejacket
Those who my purpose are sure acceptors
How my healing powers strength your heart
Throat, spleen, immune system, mouth, ears, breating
Offering protection for journey chart
Constantly in your pocket safely abiding
Mental, emotional, physical
Aquamarine polished smooth possible alchemy
Written for Stoned Contest
Sponsor: Catie Lindsey
Contest had closed when posted
When the time arrives for me to depart
from the sunlit harbors of the living.
Take me aboard a navy fighting ship
and carry me back again to the sea.
Order the boatswain to construct a skid
made of wood and painted with fresh white paint.
Build it to hold a gray weighted coffin
draped by Old Glory with her stars and stripes.
Cruise the coast of my beloved home Whidbey
until full abreast with Ebey’s Landing.
Muster the funeral party astern
Play taps and slide me into the blue drink.
Let the storm-flecked waves of the rolling sea
take this old sailor to his final peace.
My Captain! Oh, my Captain! Captain, mine!
The sea, that wretched tempest rolled you deep!
She kept you from me squandering the time!
How long before you're free this vixen's keep?
Each day, in vain, I walk the roof top watch,
While searching the horizon for your sail.
At night, by lantern light, I touch each notch,
Where last you carved our names within the rail.
By candle light I read your letter sent,
About the journey's quest and your return.
How travasties and sickness unrelent...
But, still, your love eternal for me burns.
Tonight, upon the widow's walk I stand...
The moon reveals your footprints, in the sand.
~by deborah burch©
For "Debbie and Cyndi's Sonneteer's" contest
Turbulent broods embroil a dark cave
That lingers on fire that rages in you
To capture and kiss the orange you enslave
Through turbulent flames a heart bleeds true
Kiss scarlet lips slick and moistened with dew
Tension pulses these cracked cement walls
A chasm engulfs….a black sea in brew
Through blistered rain vociferation calls
Desperate hands reach to capture the sky
Where words on wings send prayers at night
Riding black stallions (bareback)…they fly
Through briars and rocks….tempestuous flight
Fierce burning love that so mournfully cries
Transcribing a hope for these tearstained eyes
The night emits a citronella scent
From tiki torches topped with living flame;
I swim in circles -- softly speak your name --
While starlight washes over us, content.
Cicadas still sing secrets to the trees
Like Summer's heartbeat throbbing in the dark --
While on a new adventure we embark,
Sped onward by a silent, gentle breeze.
Your kisses ripple slowly down my spine --
Your touch is strong and steady, like the tide --
Warm bodies wrapped in motion dip and glide --
You turn the turbid sea to fragrant wine.
The rising moon gives witness to my cries;
Tonight I drown within your ocean eyes.
Sea horizon in the distance ...a clean line.... a quiet shore
Every day the ocean washes up something new on its sandy floor...
Today, the sea formed haystacks of seaweed piled quiet high
Yesterday sea sponges and fan-shells lapped the crunchy sands
Gentle humming of soft ocean sounds humms by to and fro
Seagulls squawking , flying in unison form a V- like kite formation
Their pale eyes widen as red feet and beaks hover and flutter
Two yellow labradors swimming and weaving from shore to ocean
Bounding gracefully into the water , chasing and jumping in unison
Tirelessly,effortlessly running along their beloved ocean shore.
Young dogs greet each other in an excitedly ,friendly fashion.
Horses hoof prints embedded gracefully in the shoreline sand....
Broken glass edges made smooth with the sands abrasion
Oh wonderful mobile reflecting the sunlights warm sensations!
On the writhing shoreline’s shifting sand
The thrust of the immovable hard land
Under the foaming white wedding dress of the ocean
Resolves their differences, puts their destiny in motion.
In endless rhythm of sheer strife,
The soft all-pervading giver of life
Swells o’er the sure-faced surface of her mate,
To and fro, in and out, in a perfect fit.
She shapes the hardness of the land and he,
Massively strong, just as surely shapes the sea :
The end of one is the beginning of the other -
On the shoreline - this father and mother
Share the task, create and shape
Each bay and bight, each coast and cape.
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Sonnet written by Sydney Peck 23 January 2012 for Francine’s contest.
Theme : lasting love
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*This idea for this poem was ”inspired by”
( hi-falutin language for “stolen from” )
Andrea D’s LAND-OCEAN haiku. Thank you A D.
The life of this pearl, how it grew from the sand
Is a wonderful story to tell
For it bothered the flesh in an oyster's grey shell
And the oyster then coated the sand
It was milky and white, added band after band
'Till it formed a white shell
So a creature can't tell
That it grew from a grain of the sand
This gemstone of mine
From the depths of the sea
Has a glittering shine
That is easy to see
So it's hard to imagine, this treasure so fine
All began as a grain in the sea
The Pirate and the Sea
Come sail to sea with me
Let me show ye how it’s done
Sailing that is, I’m not the only one
Let’s go sailing on the sea
Many a storm, thar will be
But yer life has just begun
Look up and see the shining sun
Did you hear that loud boom?
Just listen’ ta them thar drums
Tonight they be drinking rum
As pirates we’ll have a blast
Ye’ll be dying whilst yer young
Ship’s a sinking fast
Life at sea really be such fun
White crowned waves wash upon the wet seashore
The Palm fronds shiver in the stiff sea breeze
Moonlight shimmers across midnight blue seas
Black sky twinkles with diamonds galore
Sensuous delights love does hold in store
Come my love, on white sand lie with me please
On this sand mound beneath these tall Palm trees
And let us share the love we have pledged this day
This love we do share is not commonplace
White crowned waves wash upon the sea shore
Moonlight shimmers across midnight blue seas
Black sky twinkles with diamonds galore
Come my love, on white sand lie with me please
My love departs whence the waves tumble
to and fro o’er timeless grains of sand.
Mottled depths of sea drown out restless rumble
as fallen tears slip through my trembling hands.
Say my name, enchanting moon of lore.
I shall not fault you lest my love return.
Beckon tides to well and light restore.
Grant me this before my heart doth spurn.
Full moon cast reflections bittersweet
‘til sunrise blanches all my thoughts of yore.
If I fall prey to waking dawn’s deceit,
Please rise anew to carry love ashore.
Waiting heart shan’t drown in moonlit tide.
In raging surge, for love I shall abide.
For POETESS DARKLY's Blame it on the Moon Contest
The horse in my mind, gallops away,
His hooves, beat inside my skull,
Like the waves, that pound, upon our strong hull
I hold tight, but the vision won’t stay
I see him now, that mighty white stallion
Galloping freely, upon the wet shore
The sound of his hooves, makes me need him the more
An escape from this old pale galleon
And so at last, we row to the beach
I have travelled so far for this dream
Prancing majestically, his eagerness shows
yet still nervous, he stays out of reach
Slowly he paces toward me, snorting a cloud of steam
I know now my journey is over, as he gently nuzzles my nose
I have selected the theme of 'Horses'
Written by : Nick Bagnall
For contest by : Constance ~ A Rambling Poet ~
Contest Name : Horses or Snowflakes or Horses and Snowflakes
Awarded : Tenth Place
Fast river on my thighs, an act of god.
The soft silvery arc of the sun caught line,
the swish and the wish of the long fly rod,
the singing of the line and the reels whine
and whipping back, line stripped off and out.
Line tightening strike! Straight as an arrow
from the bow of the rod to the Sea Trout
The fisher fights footing in the shallows.
And yet, as he struggles to win the match
the fish fights for life. Where does my heart lie?
Splash, sudden slack. Freedom! No more the catch.
Coffee cool in my tight right hand, I sigh.
And an untouched sandwich in my left hand
with fresh cucumber and salmon, canned.
How does one know, they're on the right path?
We all take our chances, let fate do the math.
Understanding is key, when things don't seem right.
I know I will see, someday see the light.
Positive I am, no matter what happens.
Sometimes I still cry, could you pass me a napkin?
Nothing is perfect, no, it never will be.
Life is unpredictable, compare life to the sea.
Sometimes it is calm, and other times so rough.
Stay afloat, get over it, swim under it, suck it up!
A weight bound tight inside of her prison,
Does no man acquire the strength that's due?
She sinks down deep as high tide has risen,
As her figure's swallowed by darkest blue
Resignating, do her lungs open so,
Oh, how she opens the gate to her death;
Crushed by the pressure, she rocks to and fro',
Not even with closure of one last breath
The waves crash above and smother below,
It was the blackest of waters she'd known;
Suddenly, pressure was letting her go,
And the most loveliest light was then shown
A pair of hands came for me, cold and wet;
Eyes upon me, and but a lovers set.
The Atlantic Ocean’s tide is ever flowing
I listen to it in my cottage by the sea
And at night so peacefully I sleep just knowing
I’ll hear it in the morning; it’s a guarantee
Few things in this life can be taken for granted
Perhaps only faith and nature’s constancy
But the sound of the sea is somewhat enchanted
Always offering a sense of serenity
I’ve chosen to dwell here for the rest of my days
It allows me to cast all my worries aside
There’s a hope in my heart these tides forever raise
A joy that erases every tear I have cried
The sea speaks of a power beyond that of man
A reminder that all things are part of God's plan
Dark night cool waters beckons love come forth
As its lapping echos from shore to shore
Drawing waves kiss the sand and beg for more
Come, come love, listen intently thenceforth
Black waters viewed 'pon a cloudy blue night
Seagulls, pelicans have flown away home
Oceans waves offer up varied honeycomb
Lovers have kissed again and taken flight
The heart of the sea offers its repose
Enticing addulation 'pon the waves
Short visit somehow many hearts enslaves
Calling come as waves stir evening primrose
The heart of the sea beckons juxtapose
Melancoly spirit's thoughts now oppose
Sponsor: Poetess Darkly
Contest: Heart Of The Sea
Written October 13, 2013
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
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
To find myself hollow in the sea
And float endlessly in its currents strong
Swept up and down in the vastness I see
Lost in the ebb and flow while dragged along
To land on shore, be broken asunder
Another hard speck in a sea of sand
Beneath the sky with colors, I wonder
If I would be saved by a passing hand
Tossed and tumbled under each coming wave
I sense the ending of my days are clear
A wish, that silent eyes may find and save
A gentle grip from a child's hand so near
I find that I am now able to tell
The story, when a child's hand saved this shell
contest ..Leaf,Feather, Shell or Flake
I’m wed to moon, a motif for romance.
A god, my grace by poets oft is sung.
Yet some who voyage my expanse by chance
into the briny depths of me are flung
by tempests or by quakes! I do not save
unfortunates. I reign but give free will.
Chained chattel cruelly cast into a grave
by tyrants - lie submerged within me still.
When *Kraken drags his victims ‘neath my skin,
like God above, I rarely interfere
but brim with salty tears for all that’s sin.
Now hold this token seashell near your ear. . .
beneath the echo of an endless swell,
hear souls whose grief one God alone can quell.
*Kraken is a mythical monster of the sea
Written by Andrea Dietrich
Motif is Nature, #7, but also a flavor of Gothic
For the "Impress Me" Contest of Giorgio V.
Soft seas beheld the ebb of evening’s dance
Arousing waves upon a satin shore
Resounding reassurances for more
Soft seas awaiting soulful lover’s glance
An endless tide of passion to explore
And time to drift amidst life’s vast expanse
While holding hands brings comfort still to chance
Soft seas awaiting lovers to restore
When set upon by minions of the storm
Soft seas will raise you high above the ground
When songs of sirens beckon to conform
Soft seas will whisper something more profound
When lovers’ sighs transform the cold to warm
Soft seas awaiting somewhere to be found
Our qualms doth not live aloft our dreams to confer
Upon heavenly horizons where every soul shall dwell
Twas meant to turneth thy sight away from a lovers stare
Should sunshine always show, should seas forever break swell
Thou and thou maketh one long vow bound before holy eyes
As fate end lives to lure in new casts God maketh so endears
Why hath ye been sojourned in secrecy of where thine truest treasure lies
When in that divine next place, you will sigh at thine sight of no fears
Mustn't time only tell tales lived on by unvanquished surrenderers
Sailing cordially lost with us, addled no more but paddled on pent in pain
Or herein reap rewards wrought upon death’s frozen oar bearers
Shores to shores, we promised ourselves cradles to returneth once again
Thus as adventure unfolds amongst ocean graves hushed we see
Where perpetual peace reigneth forever we are at last in love at sea