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Details | Tanka | |

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

Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2013

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daddy's hand

As a warm summer breeze
magically floats atop waves
a child's laugh can be heard
clearly a short distance away.

With eyes like almonds
glowing bright as a moon
a boy is dotted with sand
when he hears a song from a loon.

Amongst pebbles and shells
thin strands of cattail weeds
he dips a toe in the ocean
squealing out with sheer glee.

He is joyful and innocent
hair a mop of golden curls
his shirt stained in patterns
of sand and water swirls.

As waves begin swelling
while the sun slowly dims
the boy with no sight
sports the most beautiful grin.

His daddy gently messes
hair a mop of golden curls
the boy reaches pudgy fingers
his daddy tenderly unfurls.

As the boy and his daddy
walk happily in the sand
the boy feels his strength
in his loving daddy's hand.












reworked 08-09-2016

Copyright © Lynn Marie | Year Posted 2016

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This is me

My knees were the things that 
kept me up and my skin is my 
cutting board my eyes are the 
rain clouds to the fire running 
down my arms and my heart is 
the fire place that keeps me 
burning so calm

Copyright © brittney lopez | Year Posted 2013

Details | Couplet | |

Unknown

Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?

Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.

And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.

I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep. 

Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.

And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.

Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? | |

Welcome 2013

Well we are already a couple of months in so i just wanted to say welcome. 
this will be a new journey for the both of us, so i hope it will be awesome. 
I will try to write more than usual this year, I promise. :)
What would help tho if you readers would send me topics and stuff to help me write about things cuz my mind goes way faster than my fingers and i cant think of just one thing. lol. so thank you readers. plz comment and tell me your thoughts.

Copyright © Roman Chebukin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Never So Gracious

A full moon night to my delight what is so wrong with doing what's right nothing is right after so long no use in complaining time to move on The Dream Water one day might take me away farther from the comfort of familiarity I float on my back then shut my eyes my body now sinking into ocean arms open wide Now swallow your son back to his nature when he is no longer needed to stay here the next generation are dooming themselves they need my experience to guide them through hell Why should I bother on my own, I strive through I turn my back on the thought of bothering to save you alone in this world my, is it spacious I'm finally smiling, never so gracious.

Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013

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The Room Of Study

To sit in the confines of knowledge
At a desk the colour of porridge

An air of unescapable heat
At a desk the colour of wheat

The lure of the Mail Online
At a desk the colour of brine

Looking at Jamie Kirby's broken leg
At a desk the colour of regret



Copyright © Tom Hyam | Year Posted 2013

Details | Triolet | |

Father's Hated Call

Unfinished sandcastles repeat 
in visions encountered in dreams. 
The planning of them was so sweet: 
unfinished sandcastles. Repeat, 
unfinished; and rivals would bleat 
with joy as they clutched their ice-creams. 
Unfinished sandcastles repeat 
with triumphant besiegers' screams.

Copyright © Perry McDaid | Year Posted 2014

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Family Vacation

Once upon a happening
there was a family of four
all had different ideas
on spending vacation and more.

Dad thought it best
if they camped in the woods
to go hiking in the mountains
on a trail where they could.

Mom wanted relaxation
and to stay at a resort
go golfing on the green
and play tennis on the courts.

Big brother didn't agree
and wanted fast fun
the amusement park was his thing
where the roller coasters run.

Sister's nose turned up
at all of their wants
back to the beach and ocean
were her playful haunts.

Dad pulled the paper
straight out of the hat
to the beach they were to go
so they hurried and packed.

With the car all loaded
they were ready to go
so off they all went
with swim tubes in tow.

A few hours later
 the car started in
it clunked and clunked
and lurched and spinned.

Dad checked under the hood
then put the hood down
called the tow truck
to bring it into town.

The cabin near the woods
was were they had to stay
so they all took a hike
down the trail that day.

The very next morning
they were on their way
heading to the beach
on a nice sunny day.

Three hours driving and
the car started to churn
and do some loud jerking
as Dad soon would learn.

Dad checked under the hood
then put the hood down
called the tow truck
to bring it into town.

The hotel room near the courts
was were they had to stay
so they all played some tennis
at the resort that day.

The very next morning
they were on their way
heading to the beach
on a nice sunny day.

Five hours driving and
the car started again
the banging and clanging
was doing Dad in.

Dad checked under the hood
then put the hood down
called the tow truck
to bring it into town.

The lodge by the rides
was were they had to stay
so they all had some fun
at the amusement park that day.

The very next morning
they were on their way
heading to the beach
on a nice sunny day.

After all their trouble
they finaaly arrived
at Sis' favorite spot
bungalow number 5.

The crystal beige sand
lead straight to their door
the water beyond that
made you want more.

Things may not have gone
as they would have liked
but this family of four
still had fun in spite.

Copyright © Mindy Leonard | Year Posted 2007

Details | Free verse | |

Beverly Shores and the afterlife 3 of 3

not perfect but
a decent analogy I think
I mean
for most of our existence 
in this 
infinite
expanse
we’re in a familiar kind of
state
part of 
everything
stars
sand
water
rocks
and everything is part of
us
and then one day
for some reason
we walk away from
this state of things
and we
break the plane
into the waves
and float
alone
drift about
for a brief moment
mostly just going along
with the current
looking up
without much of an idea of
how far we’ve traveled
how long we’ve been away
who
what and
where we were before 
stopping to look back only
in those moments of 
sublime experience
when we hear a faint calling
in the distance and
only vaguely
remember the shore
and
eventually we
feel the water grow
shallow
and we know it’s time 
to go
to get back on our feet
to walk back 
to where we were before
back to
normal

so really
I think
the idea that we’re
something 
after we 
die
should be as clear as 
the idea that we’re
born
maybe not a 
conscious 
kind of something
at least not in the way
our minds can form thoughts and 
words 
about what it means to be a
conscious 
something
but certainly something
that does and will always
exist
usually in a form that’s not 
us
something that will never
be destroyed
and so 
we should be no more
afraid
of dying
than my dad was of 
getting up
out of the water
and walking back
to join 
us

the metaphor goes only
so far
but it’s challenging to 
write about 
a type of existence
that isn’t this type of existence
a type of existence 
where things like
subject
object
verb
don’t make sense
when unfortunately 
subjects
objects and
verbs
those are the only things I have
at my disposal 
here
so I’d rather just talk about Lake Michigan and
Beverly Shores
it’s honestly
a nice place
I like talking about it
and people like my
thoughts on
the afterlife
in the context of
my favorite
memories 
of family trips
to Beverly Shores

Copyright © Thomas Ruff | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse | |

Beverly Shores and the afterlife 1 of 3

something I like to do
a few times a week
to give proper
context
to the little 
anxieties 
frustrations
negative emotions
in my life
that never fail to
find a way to
feel important
if I just ignore them
is to just sit quietly 
alone
in my room
usually in bed
and meditate for a while 
on my favorite 
slices
of present
that have since 
slipped 
into the past
not quite behind me
not quite gone
not quite still here either
it’s important 
I think
for me to
inventory
with some regularity
the many reasons I have
luckily 
to keep doing this
you know
waking up 
every day

I typically start with
today
and work my way back
and 
on days when 
for whatever reason
I feel the need to
keep 
digging
I often find myself 
standing
on the rear-facing
third row of
seating
in our old 
brown 
station wagon
looking out the 
big
back window
making faces
at cars behind us
sitting quickly 
back down
when mom turned around
and said 
sit down
we’re almost there
almost
to Beverly Shores

we moved around a few times
when I was small
dad’s job, etc 
but
my grandparents never did
so 
we always had a nice
home base
close to the dunes
and specifically
to the beach
called Beverly Shores
and you know
it’s strange
after all this time
I’m still really not quite sure why
my memories of our family trips
there
to that location
specifically
are so very vivid
I think it’s 
probably
because
for some reason
when I was there
as a child
I felt an 
overwhelming 
sense 
of
connectedness
closeness
to my family
brothers
parents 
grandparents
to the sand 
the rocks
the beach and
everyone on it
we’d eat lunch together
as a family
on a blanket
my parents would read and we
would crawl on the big rocks
and underneath
looking for fossils 
finding old sandals
we’d run out into the
undertow
and then away from the
new waves
coming in
dig into the sand
to find the perfect place
where the temperature of the beach
and our feet
was the same
and 
it was like
we were 
the same
thing

Copyright © Thomas Ruff | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse | |

Beverly Shores and the afterlife 2 of 3

one of my most 
vivid 
memories
of our family trips
to Beverly Shores
is a particularly 
old one
and it sticks with me I think
because
I was so little 
and
what happened was so strange
at the time
so
one day
after lunch we
were all sitting
together
as a family
on the blanket 
at the beach
under the umbrella 
like normal
and then 
all of the sudden
my dad put down his book
said something to my mom
and started walking away
by himself
toward and then
crossing
into
Lake Michigan
and then he proceeded to 
do
something I had never seen him 
or anyone
do
he laid back and started to just
float
on his back
farther and 
farther out
into Lake Michigan
on the waves
with the current
now
my prior experience with my dad
and the things he did
at that time in my young life
included things that involved him
sitting
standing
walking
running 
laying down
but
this thing 
was not like any of those things
he was alone
just sort of 
drifting
lost maybe
looking up at the sky
and
I wondered
if he knew where he was
or had any idea of how
far
he had travelled
how long
he had been gone
wondered if he could possibly remember 
in that moment
how it felt to
sit or walk or run
if he remembered
where we were
on the beach
or if he remembered us 
at all 
and 
I could hardly see him
against the horizon
so I started to yell for him
and my brothers did too
and it wasn’t until my mom
also yelled
that he stopped
looked back
waved
for a second
and then kept going
and eventually
he was carried back
to shore
and he walked back up
sat back down
and we were back together
and the day was back
to normal

people sometimes ask me
what I think happens to us
after we 
die
like
will some bit of our personality
our soul or something
keep existing somewhere
somehow?
or will we just
return to the
silent
nothingness
from which we
apparently
came?
and
well 
I’ve been oscillating between forms of
mild theism
agnosticism
and atheism 
since about the age of
sixteen
and neither the idea of
the soul
nor
the nothingness
particularly resonates with me
so 
when people ask me what I think
about the whole thing
I usually just tell the story of my dad floating
on Lake Michigan
at Beverly Shores

Copyright © Thomas Ruff | Year Posted 2017