Across the white sand waters
Meld of teal and turquoise hue,
In sunlight, emerald facets,
In shadow, grays of blue,
First breaking light of heaven,
Tinted sky in tones of shell,
Dancing lights, pearl pink and saffron,
Fleck the bosom of the swell.
On waves of crisper coral
The majestic sun ship sails,
Bright bride aflame in glory
Blushed beneath her misty veils.
Such beauty blinds my vision;
My gaze is downward drawn
To vanilla foam soft swirling
In the footprints of the dawn.
April 16, 2014
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~
I didn’t want to go on vacation
I would rather stay home with my friends
When does being treated like a baby
In this family come to an end!?
We went to a stupid hot beach
I don’t even know how to swim
I would rather be practicing basketball
Back home in the high school gym.
I sat moping on the beach all alone
As the sun was starting to set
We’d been here for all of three days
I wasn’t having any fun yet.
Then I noticed her walking by herself
Silhouetted against the red sky
Just on the edge of the water
I was speechless as she passed by.
I watched her walk down to the pier
Where she turned and started coming back
I went down to the edge of the water
Making sure I would be in her path.
I was aware of this beautiful creature
Walking ever closer to me
Her blond hair gently dancing
Inspired by the ocean breeze.
She looked up and smiled as she passed
Slowing down for me to say, “Hi”
An opportunity I couldn’t respond to
As I simply let her pass by.
All night I stayed awake dreaming
Of this angel I saw on the shore
Silently thinking and scheming
What I would do if I saw her once more.
Next day I was on the beach early
To give my destiny a shot
I sat there searching and burning
The sun was so very hot.
Just when I was about to give up
And mope on back to my bed
I heard a sweet voice saying,
“Boy are you turning red.”
I’ll spare you all of the detail
From my steamy summer of love
When on a golden ray of sunshine
My future wife was sent from above.
Summer is here once again.
The breeze is warm,
I smell salt on the wind.
The same sandy beach between my toes,
The same waters I learned to swim.
Sun burn on my nose,
To the Ocean I dive in.
I submerse myself in the waters of the Atlantic
Warmer than the West Coast Thankfully
Cold, I simply cannot handle it!
Further out I paddle faithfully,
For my mother ocean to keep me sane,
this is my therapy,
to soothe this migraine.
This place gives me energy,
a weakness with a name.
Pleasure Island, NC.
A place hidden with fortunes
and undiscovered fame.
Never could I stray from the ocean
my passions would never be fulfilled
and I would never be the same.
Dedicated to my Dad on Father's Day 2013
The man who introduced me to the ocean and educated me about it and gave me reason to love appreciate and respect it.
Dawn’s arms rock us awaken
First light guides our eyes open
A minute or two we bask
Before we rise to the tasks
Buzzing we go, all duty
Not missing the melody
Of plans laid out well in war
When the battle cry did warn
Signs were posted in plenty
In aches of flesh past groaning
Clocks ticked too fast to keep up
We sensed the call to the Sun
Finally armed and fueled
We three and the engine revved
Taking routes always farther
Away from the walled master
Warmer becomes flesh and heart
As we steer like movie stars
Heads high to catch the sun’s drops
Eyes shaded in blissful lost
Soon we are flying through air
Passing green-eyed rooms with cheer
Bucolic scenes blaze colors
How beautifully they merge
Tempo slows as deep blue nears
Silent, the wait comes to bear
Descent is smooth, toes sink in
Digging in grains so golden
It is here we recover
Here, we let go of the war
Sitting under my sun umbrella
The ocean is my wonderful painting
The sun shines on the small waves
Far in the distance I can glimpse a small boat
I must have my sunglasses on
The sun heats I have shadow under my sun umbrella
The sand on the beach is burning hot
The waves along the beach creates scratches in the sand
Turkey 23. 09. 2012
A-L Andresen :)
I glimpse the tidal waves, rise high,
Sweaty brows drip, a dry.
surf boarders and dipper are so many,
dolphin rides touts coerce you for just a few penny.
red vested lifeguards always on their toes,
A breath of relief, the tippling tourists, their number grows.
ripples, sounds a melody repeat,
artisan, tests his percussion cask to a beat.
A robe draped lass, captures her lover,
sun, its rays darkens the picture ,above it hover.
Reshoots she, from another angle,
smiling lover’s flushed face she manages to wrangle.
hi-tide shack perched a high,
view is great and the breeze zips by.
distant travelers they bathe in the sun,
Some on the sand , others swelter drip their as they run.
Balding head darts, reflects its gleam,
the scorching sun and the skin cream.
The peddling tribal woman with an orange drape,
family cuddling a little one, the sun to escape.
young woman, alone she walks,
stray young man I think he stalks.
tattoo on his arm seem so strong,
They are lovers, I know I am wrong.
The flower powered oldie, walks with his guitar strung back,
A bag in his hand &stuff he puts aside on the beach rack.
a hulk walks by, in nickered blacks,
To the percussion maker’s shack can see his sandy tracks.
bikini clad lady, dart towards a fella,
blueness of her robe shades her name tattooed, Isabella.
chat they seem to have and away he’s gone,
kicks some sand and wades back to her beach chair all alone.
Past noon and ebbing are the tides,
dippers galore and can see them lying in the watery sides.
eagle sweeps and glides a close,
chasing birds are but a murder of black crows.
tall blond man ducks in the water he ambles,
With a bulging tummy ,it rumbles.
thatched roof stays the sunlight on me,
blue clothed ceiling textures the sky and the sea.
dark Indian lass, aglow on her face,
heat rays redden her skin ablaze.
Hurriedly she moves to the thatched shack.
Her lover here rubs lotion on to her back.
Cattle herds , see them stroll the sandy water,
An English couple walks away from the boat with their daughter.
Beneath the beach umbrella a man cleans his shades,
The strong breeze its trapped around him under the glades.
An hour has gone by and my throat is all dry,
Sparkling water I gulp down the bottle with the blink of an eye.
Content is my heart for this passionate poem I create,
Good or bad , you can choose to debate.
AT THE WATER'S EDGE
As I sit here at the water's edge
I let the sand sift through my toes
I watch the sun rise in the east
Turn the sky a glorious, summer rose.
As it rises 'bove the skyline
A burgeoning orb now glows
A globe of fire then bursts forth
As the waves lap gently 'round my toes.
By midday it's a blinding ball of fire
Pouring searing heat like Hades' pledge
The beach's sand absorbs the raging heat
But it's serenely cool here at the water's edge.
© ELR 2013
Down in the tropics we lay in the sand
Enjoying the warmth as I hold your hand
It is nice to finally get away
On this sandy beach we are here to stay
The rum is flowing, we are having fun
I read my poetry to you in the sun
The sun goes down what a beautiful sight
I will hold you tight the rest of the night
Summer is a lemonade
Summer breeze blowing the grass around
with a warm sun kissing my face
blue skies wrap and hug me
as I watch the butterflies race.
Summer gives me lazy days
coloured flowers and dancing trees
smell of charcoal and starry nights
brings back childhood memories.
Summer is an endless beach
sun cream, bikinis and beer
salty seaspray, fish and chips
postcards saying "wish you were here".
sunburnt shoulders and fun fares
laughter never seemed to fade
grab the ice and share around
yes Summer is a lemonade