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FAMILY AND SUMMER AT THE BEACH by curtis futch jr, kurtis scott aka
On the Beach by Helmic, Mary
BEACH AND PARTY by curtis futch jr, kurtis scott aka
At the Beach by bauer, ilene
SEX SUMMER AND THE BEACH by curtis futch jr, kurtis scott aka
Beach Sunday by Osborne, Brendan
My Handicap Beach by Sammons, Buffy
Just A Day At The Beach by Curtis, Jerry T
Beach ball by Rossi, Carmine
NUDE BEACH by Tidd, Jim

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Meet Me Half Way




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Sea Bride

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

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Simple Words For Simple People

If I had a pretentious brain which acts faster than my heart Maybe then,I would abhore this soul which spreads freely through each verse Maybe then I would impress you with my intellectual grammar and sophisticated words I would scrutunize each and every coma dot and exclamationmark believing I know best But I would never let that happen I'd rather stay at bay Writing firstly with my mind and not my heart leads only to an asylium within the being of myself Poetry is my voice,my shadow The sacred shrine of great escape Each stored emotion processed within a yesterday Poetry is the inner of my existence breathing softly,bleeding deeply exploding in death,love passion and romance In every verse a whisper a thought that I would scribe of a silent cry expressed Maybe in a tomorrow you might pass by me Tread your footstep on my ink and spit saliva in my face But maybe in a today a broken -hearted fool stops by to find comfort in my world Maybe a prisoner,a tramp an insane soul or outcast would pick these scattered scribbles and gather them as whole Maybe through each criss-crossed puzzle finds a narrow passage which leads his faith to home Maybe a little child whose blissful giggles depends on little words would turn the dusty pages of silly rhymes I penned Rhymes which know the moons stars,faries,and the magic land Rhymes which know each fantasy and how to be a friend And maybe He would smile Maybe He would laugh Maybe He would dream Maybe He would grow up to write the most eloquent sonnet there has ever been Or maybe He would grow up to write simple words just like me about daises or dandelions and expressions to be free

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BEACH FOOTLES COLLABORATION

Hot sun What fun Soft sand How grand Blue sea For me High tide Surf side Beach babe In shade Undress Top less No finds Tan lines Swim suit… pursuit He sports Tight shorts Romance? No chance Jan Allison Casarah Nance 1st December 2014

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- A Little Bit Of Heaven -

 


Such a romantic place on a beach in Monte Carlo 
Simple little things in life catching one's breath 

Moonlight glinting of waves breaking off a white sandy beach 
Faraway thoughts brown eyes crying in an ocean dream song 

Spell of romance makes one forget the sense of anything 
Silent whispers echoes binding our chain together tides speak 

Do you remember the white doves that followed us along the beaches 
Each link in your arm magic walks closer feelings sing inside a joyous choir enchants 

Nature nurtured by the desire to fulfill dreams makes time stop 
Holds deep sea emotions a galloping white steed races home in warm waves kiss 

The natures mesmerizing perfume of fragrant flowers 
Where destiny paints the joy in butterflies dance on a warm loving breeze 

Such is the passion in the depths of ones soul 
Jewels needle vision flies without wings heaven sings in a spiral coloring rainbows 

No barriers closed no reasons withstand 
The midnight moon shades blue embraced one shadow two become one dream 





A co write written by Liam Mcdaid 
and Anne-Lise Andresen :) - 30.01.2015 - 
Copyright © All Rights Reserved


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Had Hoped to Find

Had Hoped to Find

Started sorting out and was hard to tell
Which one would be my favorite shell 
Then did consistently, constantly, compare
All lying by beach shore here and there.

Some were round and others oblong and odd
That had been made by our great God
All of various colors and many designs;
Several with spiral and also curvy lines.

Through shells started to separate and strain
While ocean waves played a sweet refrain
Asking me why I have become a big creep
All of God's precious shells trying to keep.

In each day mornings will always break
So I then said to myself for goodness sake
Will be best if lovely shells are left behind
For others who often had hoped to find.

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Death Tolls

The atmosphere rings with the bell like calls
of the plover flock, long before they are spotted.
The flight herringbones a grey fedora sky.
Markings of white and coal black weave,
wing-stitched, a blanket maker’s dream.

Sigh makers 	they close on the beach 
at high tide, the horizon shivers      the
sand blanches. These ravishing scavengers
light on the tattered edge of wet to dry,
dawdling with the dead.

Plovers are diminutive scroungers, one-legged
dancers, hopping to the pull of tide, dining on
crab-eggs in black-tie and feathered tails, their
gray skull caps lined with a black brow. 
Sparrow-small birds dress to the nines. 
 
A feast for the birds, fall crisps, crab moltings,
go on for endless miles. September is beginning
and soon winged ones will fly to sunny shores.
The cold Atlantic will moan for the loss of music,
the unstitched sky will part. The avian choir is off 
to the mud flats of Carolina. 


First Published Eunoia Review January 2015

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Island of Sylt

I smile and feel the wind massage my face
Then close my eyes to smell the fresh sea air
The seagull’s wings catch wind then float with grace
A day on Sylt can wash away all care.

I love to see the changing of your tide
Then feel your mud squeeze gently through each toe
You steal my breath your rippled surface wide
Now baring gifts of sea shells as you go.

When you return your rushing waters swirl 
And take back all your precious jewels too
I watch in wonder as your wavings curl
And I’m in awe just at the sight of you

Now lying on your sand I watch each cloud
They tell me stories changing forms for me
Today the Greek Gods sat there very proud
As if they wanted all the world to see

The sun has bent down low to take a drink
Now thirsty from his journey through the sky 
He dips his head in waters turning pink
Then quickly disappearing shuts his eye 

Oh, isle of Sylt your sandy beaches fair
Invite me to return and taste your shore
The salty waters where I’ll sit and stare
Oh, isle of Sylt I’m knocking at your door 

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
09.22.2014
Contest: Iambic Verse II
Giorgio A.V.
3rd

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We Will Never Know

The sky was orange, red and peach
we strolled towards each other
on a deserted pebbled beach
a smile that got us talking
together slowly walking
till twilight crept unseen
then off reluctantly
on a deserted pebbled beach
we went our separate ways
but first a promise made
next day to meet in the same place.

The sky now yellow, mauve and blue
I stroll alone by water's edge
on a deserted pebbled beach
searching for a voice
a smile just out of reach
your presence unseen
where the surf briefly meets
the shore, only to recede
two souls forever out of reach
on a deserted pebbled beach
where a promise was made
and would break along the waves

was love not meant to grow?
we will never know....






A collaboration by Paul Callus & Kelly Deschler




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These Eyes Seek You

These eyes seek you between here and there Where lonely hearts beat one to one They seek you beyond that thin fine line where the burnt orange of fire meets the silver edges of the ocean Where its heat impregnates the dormant tide with a spell binding mirage These eyes seek you between two mocking worlds where strong monsoons blow away each falling star They seek you in infinite distance where the smell of salt fills the misty air and the scent of musky roses blooms throughout the year They seek you across silhouetted sails against a glowing moon These eyes,these brown eyes move like last shadows of seagulls Soaring high in strangest of places Fearless,on the verge of nothingness They seek,they search,they roam They roam across the skyline which seperates our paths our deserts and waters Our lands and our hands But not our dreams Our dreams will not be taken Of dreams We are belongers And it is there where I live It is there where I would not exist It is there where these eyes will often be solaced by the comfort of your arms

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Summer Haiku

pink shells on brown hand
     as blue water lap white sands
           keen contrast of colors









15 April 2015
Picture Perfect Haiku #2
Sponsor: SKAT A




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My Wish

Hello Ms. Johnson, I’m sure this sounds strange
our mutual friend, said you need a change.
She told me how hard you work every day, 
come home to your children, no time for play.

Your husband left you without any money
and traded family, for tainted honey.
You work as a nurse, working hard for each dime,
yet nothing’s left over at holiday time.

A holiday spent solely enjoying life,
playing with your kids no worry and no strife.
this dream keeps you going, each and every day,
my dear Ms. Johnson I believe I have a way.

I have a house with an awesome ocean view 
for two weeks Ms. Johnson, it belongs to you.
I’m going on a journey and would find it grand
if you could watch my house and enjoy my strand.

If you and your children would like to come here,
believe me Ms. Johnson you’ve nothing to fear.
When you call Janet, she’ll give you my number,
my wish for you is a little less cumber.


Sincerely Brenda Meier-Hans 
12.29.2014
Contest: My Wish For You 

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Beach Beauty

beach that's long and white
    seen through the coconut palm
        picture perfect view












13 April  2015
SKAT's Picture Perfect Haiku #1 Contest

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Luscious


luscious bubble gum ice cream blue glides below virgin strokes ghost white splattered against canvas framed sky 01~01~2015 Armand

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FOOTPRINTS

Step by step and side by side In harmony like moon and tide We walk together hand in hand On sensually soft golden sand Ocean blue sprays her fine mist Memories of where we first kissed Stretching far as the eye can see Our footsteps follow you and me Time and tides they pass us by Oh how the days and years fly Good times, bad times pass our way Let’s cherish every single precious day 21st April 2015

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a Quickie

We’re both blowing bubbles out to the sea. Together, like children, we feel so carefree. They float away jiggling; then while we are giggling, we splash them with water. We must look so weird. But as quick as this poem, they have all disappeared! Written June 19, 2014 by Andrea Dietrich

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'BEACH BUDDIES' COLLECT 'STUFF' - FOR CONTEST

Twice a month on our tiny little Isle A group of heroes go that extra mile Wearing protective clothing they clean the beach Removing vast amounts of rubbish within their reach Plastic bottles, fast food containers and tins Items tossed away so thoughtlessly – it’s a sin So many marine animals can get tangled in discarded plastic They need our protection, or the results could be very drastic Hundreds of bin bags of rubbish are removed from our beach Restoring them to beauty, now they are as pretty as a peach Volunteers work tirelessly with amazing solidarity To help ‘Beach Buddies’ which is a registered charity Contest: Stuff Thomas Martin 10th June 2015

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Sunday Drive

a long Sunday drive
south on a winding beach road
to find my poem
I listen for profound words
from a knowing wind and sea


written 3/30/15 for Rick's One New Tanka Contest 

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Goodbye, My Child

Where cradled canyons sing
Of ebony wood in the forest
There lies a gurgling spring
Where cockcrows sing their chorus
To the melody of singsong birds
There I’ve concealed my sensuous words
Filled with befitted signs
The saccharine whiff of my designs

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Where the fogs of night are fountains
Spills of glistened moon ignite
By distant silhouette mountains
We dance with passion of fight
Entwining ancient stance 
Mingling hand in hand we dance
Till the mountains smile on high
Near and far we spring
To pursue the realest of dreams
While the world cries at its seams
Anxious in trouble to cling

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

To where the ridges merry make 
From the beaks of wooden bright
In sparkly pools the ghouls awake
That scarce to stir our night
We watch for seekers down under
Muttering secrets in their soul
We bid them lucks of shivers
Dipping gently in
From reeds that hide a tear of a foal
Under the gentle rivers

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Far away she shall ever churn
The taciturn eyed
She’ll listen no more to turn
To the working mills beside
Or the scrubbing of the barn
May peace weave in her song
She shall wave in the yarn
To a haven known as Belong  

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

For she comes, the mortal youth
To the wild realm of her truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only her tears be found


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LOVE, ANGELS, and MUSIC

LOVE God is always love Forever seek the kingdom; Praise the creator Keep giving what you can give Please endure until the end ANGELS Beautiful Heavens Protecting the meek ones earth Watching over us Helping us to cope with life Comforted with hope and trust MUSIC When you find rhythm You find your hearts inner core Celebrate the times Make them better than before Reminisce and dance all night

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Tropical Blooms


A slice of sun rises over Oahu like a pineapple ripened to yellow-gold; an island paradise under drapes of blue shining in morning mist on hibiscus, bold. Behold the beauty of Hawaiian legend - in tropical breezes, blooms sway, tilt and bend, and hammocks of petals drenched in bright arrays are made into splendor of welcoming leis. for Anthony Slausen's Encounters with Flowers Contest, 11/24/14

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Peaceful Lovers Dream

                                                  
Lie next to me, and you will see,
As we read each other’s mind…
When your heart beats, mine repeats
and both benefit in kind.
Time stands still, or so it seems,
in our hammock strung
between two dreams.
Side by side, we hear the tide,
and not a word is spoken.
Love came in through a door
we didn’t know was open…
Copyright © 2013

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SUMMER STROLL

golden grains of sand gentle waves caress our toes dreams walk on ... kiss you! Jan Allison 20th November 2014 Thanks to Demetrios for his assistance with the final line

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By The Ocean

Laying here staring out across the ocean,
listening to the sound of waves roaring,
gazing up at all of the glimmering stars,
lighting up the sea like a dance floor.

Counting stars as blessings life has given me,
thanking God for each and everyone of them,
so relaxing just lying next to the shore lines,
trying to draw in the last bits of the night.

The full moon shining ever so brightly now,
and the waves calm down to a gentle splash,
a light breeze pushes softly against my skin,
I grab my sweater and drape it around me,
as I go to leave I stop and turn around,
just to admire the ocean one last time.

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Somewhere


Satin sand expands                                        
slipping between bare toes -                         
night strolls through star clad dream.                   
Where full moon draws the tide,                    
my soul lights an aimless path.


By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, 1/8/15
for Nette Onclaud's Somewhere Contest
30 syllables