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Details | Couplet |

LindaMarie The Sweetheartof P S

  ~ Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P. S. ~

When it comes to a friendly hi!
One of the best poetry, hearts we can't deny!

Our Sweetheart Linda Marie
No one is smoother and sweeter than her- our peach tree

Always stopping by to say hi, no matter, rain/sleet or snow
Her contest Zany Zoo, one of the soups best show

A woman who never judged me from the start
Linda Marie, thank you for being such a sweetheart

Sharing her delightful poems,  a double doze for me
Oh Me- Oh My- That woman can write so much poetry!

I am sure she is loved by the poetry soup staff
LOL! How this blonde bombshell  made us laugh

Remember, when she took her laptop to a sandy Island 
She smiled, and shared, how the laptop was damaged with so much sand

Hanging out with Linda, it's like singing "Kumbaya my Lord"-- I felt her holding my hand
How sweet of Linda, when she invited us to meet her new Husband?

Linda Marie is loved by her very own BBF team
Letting us know, life has been more than a dream

Her heart so big, she worried when her BFF's weren't around
Leaving notes, making sure we have not hit a poet break down

She keeps us in her heart when we are not logged in
Her beautiful and clever/witty poem will forever remain 

Most of her poetry made me smile
Linda Marie's poetry had so much Style!

We prayed for you when we heard about your son
Thank you for sharing your faith in God. -Linda You're #1

A poet I highly recommend
Linda Marie my poetry soup best friend

Dedicated to:
~Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P. S. ~ 2012
~I"M gonna miss you, 2013
Happy birthday to you :-(  Don't leave, 2013

(STILL MISSING YOU) Love always, YOUR BFF -- 2014
Sending my Heart, To one of the soups Leading Ladies
RIP. Linda-Marie Bariana You are forever loved

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2010

Details | Tanka |


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

Details | Free verse |

Like the Beach Needs the Sand

Why do people walk away
     Am I so easy to leave
Despite the effort and the love
     Too often, I grieve

Do I do the same to others
     Have I done so in the past
Is it just life’s complications
     Causing good things not to last

Perhaps, there’s no awareness
     Communication nowhere found
That’s caused this dark blue feeling
     I keep losing so much ground

Insecurities take over
     Not knowing where I stand
I know that I need people
     Like the beach needs the sand

Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2017

Details | I do not know? |

The Beach of Promises

The Beach of Promises


Fingers entwined, barely touching,
turquoise waters teasing your dancing toes,

strolling along that serene deserted beach,
our promised dreams within aching reach.


Hands clasped, holding on,
sea-breezes tickling the nape of your neck,

walking together, alone, vowing to never breach,
the dreams dreamed on that faraway velvet beach.


Hands in my pockets, alone,
traces of you linger, teasing,

lost in my scribbles, your memory fading out of reach,

my thoughts ablaze, now and then,
catching a whiff of your fragrance,

wafting through alleyways of nostalgia,
your hand in mine on our pristine beach.

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | Quatrain |

A Maryland Summer

Our Robin’s nest on twenty-eighth bayside,
strung like the Kite’s Loft display.
Free and now flowed with the tide,
as we watched the sunrise of each day.

Center courts of youth and bouncing Penns
pushed full throttle jet skis into romances.
The moon lit footprints in amends,
as Hope laid us down with chances.

The sun’s vixens sat on boardwalk benches,
their penthouses held one night Seacrets.
Tired of searching for pearls in surf’s trenches,
an open air preacher passed out leaflets.

Dice throws into Fate and riptides,
doused by sea foam and sand bars.
Eastern block girls ran carousel rides,
their accents glazed smiles and fast cars.

Ribeye’s and tuna steaks on the grill,
Harbor Island’s slow gas dock --
a seventy-foot fishing boat it couldn’t fill.
Canvas Sperry’s dried on a sundial clock. 

The one Turtle that sat near Jamestown,
looking up and down coastal highway.
The Greenest oasis we could find in uptown,
seagulls carried her eggs far away.

To days fully lived and expressed.
To what was held and what transcends.
To goodbyes and route fifty going west.
To that summer and all the friends.

Contest: Memories of the Sea
Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst

Copyright © rob carmack | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |


Tus pequeños pies castaños
Gateando, ágiles
Pegados en las rocas
Como las patitas de una salamandra
No se aquietan
Hasta que encuentran el alto
E reposan curvándose sobre la piedra
Mientras desde allí me apuntas
Cosas que ilustran los relatos
De la vida de tu hogar
Satisfecho de que lo que me dices
Es prontamente demostrado

Sin demora quedan abajo
Y caminan a mí lado
Esos pies cobrizos
Cavando la arena
Formando huellas poco profundas
Saltando ligeros
Como sólo pueden
Los pies de un niño
Por entre las piedras
“Baryshnikov” dices de mofa
Y tus pies ya se van adelante
Como señores de tu voluntad
Hasta que te vayas entero de mi

Miro las marcas  dejadas
Tan poco han andado a mi lado
Estos chicos pies desnudos
Pero que gran distancia
Percorrieron en mi corazón.

Copyright © viviane leite | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

The Strand

This expanse of land has seen things. 
Things all of us can only see in dreams.
It's seen war, it's gotten it's fair share of scars.
Bombs bursting, bullets throwing sand into the air like it's a volleyball tournament.
The sand running red with blood silently mocking our arteries.

This magnificent stretch of land has seen heroes' tears fall; dropping to their knees while sadness envelopes their fallen brothers but also looking up to their beloved whilst carrying a ring in their hand. 

It's seen bright days, the sun glimmering over wet sand, footprints of past loves being washed away as the sun smacks the horizon. 

This expanse of land...has seen things we can only imagine.


Copyright © Tyler Kisner | Year Posted 2013

Details | Blank verse |

Sands Of Time

Wet sand oozes between young toes
gooey as grandma’s homemade jam.
And imprinted deep in sculpted shapes
fresh footprints form along the shore.

Gooey as grandma’s homemade jam
sand squishes between wiggly toes.
And memories are created
exploring these tactile feelings.

And imprinted deep in sculpted shapes
their staggered steps are recorded.
And a hodgepodge of happy feet
scamper from the advancing waves.

Fresh footprints form along the shore
only to be quickly erased.
For the waves ensure others too
get to step on the sands of time.

(French Retourne) 

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Return Of Your King

Reflections of imperfections have shown me a way that I can move mountains through my power of faith even though I can't see him I know he is real through the power of prayer and a Love that I feel It's growing inside me like a flower in bloom shall I reveal my powers or is it too soon I am reading the signs through my darkness I find a reason for belief in the light of mankind that I know shall overcome the greatest of odds the Love I seek amazes me especially through the flaws because now I am inspired through the hero's that bring my throne through the darkness on which I return on as your King.

Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Have You Ever Read

Dedicated to an author by the name of William Golding... Enjoy!!!

~Two boys meet on an island
~~One is skin 'n bones
~~~The other one is chubby

They discover a lagoon~
Ralph teases him by calling~~
him "Piggy" -  how mean!!~~~

Piggy asks him if
There are other people on 
The island with 'em

He has no clue
But this'll answer Piggy's question --
Other boys appear - 
All diverse shapes and sizes
What'll happen next??

You'll see...

Have you ever read The Lord of the Flies?
I recommend it if yah haven't read it yet - I must admit
It's a book full of adult words and it's simply...FASCINATING! - no lies
You should read it - or you'll regret it!

Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |


Two young friends sit on a promontory
     overlooking the windswept 
sea as a lonely lighthouse studies their 
      actions unnoticed.
They converse excitedly about the gift
     of a crimson parasol 
from a handsome new lad at school.
      Their hearts soar as they 
dream wild romantic thoughts as the   
       sound of the waves enchant.

There's something wild about 
      being near the waves…
Hearing their last hurrah as they 
      hit the sandy shore.
Bursting bubbles of white 
      foam on wet sand,
The only evidence of their 
      brief existence, save the
Sea salt scent wafting in 
      the wild wayward wind.

Then there is the chameleon 
      colors mesmerizing eyes
As the sun and clouds play 
      with light 'til day is done,
And the orange orb slowly sinks 
      below the sea's horizon
Sharing a romantic kiss goodbye 
      with the twilight sky.

June 11, 2016

Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Winter Beach

After the rain, 
the speckled glint of shimmering sand
is now muddy brown.
Like a blind, closed tight on the warmth of summer,
the winter beach has shrunken in,
changing the colours of my day into
a darker palette, shades of grey.
The sun shriveled
pale faced and worn
as the cold season begins.

Seagulls a beacon
against a slate November sky
their sound, comfort to a lonely beach.
The steps down to the water, pea green,
slimy weed on stone
bright against an ink-rippled tide.

Seaweed colours bleed into my mind while
textures playfully mingle.
The salt air stings my nostrils
caresses my lungs with wellness.
Sea sounds carry from the shores of Wales
as I crunch the length of the ebbing milk tide.

I look to the horizon and imagine another me
walking a beach somewhere over there,
listening to my thoughts, 
as they channel the sea
Grateful for this beauty, the gift of the nature
I look over my shoulder, my footprints remain
solid, as in a freshly cemented path
their sound, echoes in the shells.

Copyright © Eiken Laan | Year Posted 2010

Details | Light Poetry |


As I gazed into the sky in the middle of the night, to my surprise I saw an object coming towards me from the moon.
From an object it turned into a fascinating creature, from a fascinating creature it became an indescribable paragon of beauty.

She was so seductive and attractive. I could not resist her. Her love is like an ocean that has o end. 
She is like an angel that has no spot or wrinkle.
Her hair is like the expensive wool of Lebanon.
Her lips, so smooth and attractive
Her tongue, instinctively seductive and ravishing

To my surprise and amazement, she turned her back at me methodically and rhythmically.
She mysteriously shook her waist and I saw the most well carved art work of the Creator.

I saw her well-constructed behind invitingly stirring at me.
How could I resist such one in a lifetime offer?
Then turning directly towards me, I saw the most tempting and sensuous breasts in the whole universe.

Both breasts danced like a football in the field of play.
Now, I am trapped. No way out. Who will rescue me from this illusion. Illusion? No, I would rather call it fantasy. But no, it became a reality that I cannot but face.

Oh! Queen of the night you are just a relic of pleasurable island of paradise and unending love.
Please take me on a ride to your world of Eldorado.
Queen of the night 
You are my queen of the night.

Copyright © Raphael Adegoke | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |

Christmas in July!

The family is all gathered, Just like Christmas Day; All lined up in bikini’s, Soaking up the ray’s; The beach front sure is hot, In the middle of July; On the deck catchin’ catfish, So we can have a catfish fry; Playin’ beach volleyball, In Daisy Duke shorts; With friends and family, Of all different sorts; At night there’s a bonfire, We’re all makin’ S’mores; It’s so nice to spend, Our Christmas outdoors; It’s a gift to be here together, And that’s what Christmas brings; It doesn’t matter the time of year, From winter to summer to spring; And I sure love when Christmas, Comes around in July; All those warm and fuzzy feelings, When the temperature is high!

Copyright © Tirzah Conway | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |

The Magik Of Love

Reflections in the mirror were getting scary I could not carry the weight of my pain it almost took my life to learn to love again for I have made a friend somewhere along my long lost way I hope that I helped him just a fraction of how he helped me maybe that single thought is what finally gave me my peace enough to release so much stolen energy Now I am not afraid to walk where the streets are hot for I thrive in Hell's kitchen where the devil stirs my pot for I now have him quiet tame I sacrificed my dragons at the alter of my name and now you are my slaves any time I need I'll call upon my superhero's to come and rescue me like my Saint Toni who swept me off that bridge and showed my how a death can be the greatest reason to live for she was the seed to grow my Eden then a man from a foreign land gave me something in myself to believe in the magik of Love.

Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry |

The Flashback

I was about four,
Was sitting on the shore.
And it was around two,
That’s when I met you.

You were strolling down the beach,
In your hand you held a peach.
On your face you had a smile,
And you wore the latest style.

You turned to look at me,
And then you smiled with glee.
“I might get a friend” You said 
And happily shook your head.

Towards me you made your way,
From the big beautiful bay.
“Hey there “ said I
And then you said “hi!”

`Bout ourselves we talked,
Through the beach we walked.
Quick friends we became
And then we played a game.

This was last December,
The time I always remember.
As I hold my guitar and strum,
Thinking about the days to come.

Copyright © Trisha Prasad | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ballad |

Fraternity And Sorority Row Ooh Lah Lah

Poetic Lyrics By Thomas Lam Hsi

SAVE FROM Satan...who plays 'all' roles...the devil...the 'Lord Jesus'...
the 'Father'...the 'Holy Spirit'...all 'Other Gods'...and 'alien gods'...HE...THE
IS THE ONLY WAY TO GOD THE FATHER...and to an Actual Heaven!

Plane ride out...tonight...air...seems too...stiff...comfy...Miss?

Eddy...'goina...miss 'ya...well...seems...kinda sad...but...miss?

Lord...what...the F...class past noon...sunset in...a pool!

Dear...oh well...close this 'ol...journal...the all...the school!

Soap...and...shave...buff''s...a start!

Dorm's...a start...but...classes...and notes...cute as darts...a tart!

Clothes...just and and  face...perfect!

The Row...burgers 'n cheese...yogurt 'n cheese...the bike...the look...perfect!

The roar...the crowd...the lights...the band...the!

The life...the school...a new...chapter...really...movies 'n dates...way-to-cool!

Frats...'n sororities...way-to-cool...dorm's a...start...grades 'n scores...huh?

University...of...Ooh Lah Lah...oh...'ya...'sis...'bro...gotta go...Money for...huh?

Beamers...and 'Vettes...Porches...used...oh well...paper's's...way-

Classes 'n schools...lights and rooms...back or front...proff's too...old...or too cool!

Mom...and Dad...will...I cost too'll come...I'll'll

Frats...and sororities...lights 'n sounds...crowds 'n roars...the cheers...the beers... and me!

Copyright © Thomas Hsi | Year Posted 2014

Details | Prose |

The Red Parasol

The Red Parasol Contest
Sponsor: Eve Roper

Wandering along the soft shores of Vermont,
I carry my red parasol as Bluebell shares fond
memories with me of good times with her lover.  
I listened with intent, but my mind escapes into 
vivid visions of my journey along these exact 
shores. I remember the tender blue hues of the 
sky that day. It was a day exactly like today. I 
turned to Bluebell and spoke with grace about 
my beloved husband, God rest his soul. He
was my red parasol during life’s showers and 
my love for him is embraced every time I come
here. He always knew when I needed the cool 
waterfront. As we were strolling, I smelled the 
drift of the waters and took a deep breath. I then
inhaled the moisture as we roamed over the 
rocky ground. The air filled my lungs like my
lover’s touch. The mist smelled like comfort and 
the ocean screamed of contentment. I knew today 
would be a better day. I saw a murky shadow in 
the midst of the breeze. I noticed a young lady
standing closer to the shore. She seemed sad 
and lonely. We walked over to her and instantly 
I felt her despair. For she had just lost her beloved
husband also. We welcomed her and she spoke 
of the tides that had been crushing her life lately.
I asked her to keep walking with us along the border
of the seaside. I told her to take a deep breath 
and embrace the coastline of this life. Yes, our true 
loves had been lost in flesh, but not in spirit. The 
waves lapped and the somber day came to an end. 
We walked together towards the grass. I felt simply 
refreshed from the day’s gift of the sound of waves 
gently crashing. I needed the sand in my toes and
the fresh fragrance of the sprinkling haze to console 
me. The seaside reminded me of all the goodness 
in my life. It was pure and virtuous and so was I. 
For I shall never forget the way my lover protected
me with his red paper parasol. The daily drizzles 
never had a chance with him by my side. Oh, how  
he moved me, as did the calmness of the beach.

Date Written: June 13, 2016

Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2016

Details | Light Poetry |

The Seashore

I'm walking down the sandy beach Lord,

hoping to hear your voice in me,

the world is crazy outside here today,

I'm praying you lead me right to your way.

As I walk I pray your here,

wanting to feel your touch so true,

its hard at times and more pain is near,

I'm praying you keep me so safe and sound.

I see the beauty inside my soul,

I hear the sounds as I walk the shore,

why does my life always seem so poor,

I look at others and their world seems so new,

why do they act so violent toward you.

I know your touch and how it can change them,

why do we all have such a time rearranging them.

As I walk down this path of life,

I see I'm walking into lots of strife,

But as I pray and hear your voice,

I can't wait to feel your hand in mine,

Take us home Lord, its lonely here,

I'm staying on this seashore today,

Praying your still leading me only your way.

Written By:©Betty Bolden


Copyright © Betty Bolden | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

The Beach House

What a day of fun and sun
As the sandbar ebbed closer to the shore
Allowing family, friends to wander the depths without 
Fear of the unknown, without apprehension

The sun stayed bright upon us
Allowing us joy together, unified finally
Not in name only, but in spirit and in time spent
Days like this are those, memories are so well made of

Smiles upon everyone’s face remained
Through to the sunset of the day and even past
Permanent in our lives and every new tomorrow
No time was ever better spent, than time with family

Dinner then became an oratory circle
As children ran, playing, laughing, joyfully responding
Evening became games, more fun, talking and sharing of hearts
As words became this family’s new outlet for joy 

Ah, summer at the beach this year
Was more than a vacation or time away
But became a lasting imprint on the heart of love
As now, I look to be with my extended family again next year

Copyright © Michael Degenhardt | Year Posted 2008

Details | Rhyme royal |

Oh what a catch

Oh what a Batch that I have Catch do you think the fishes I caught earlier is ah Match to what's attach? I don't know why don't you open that Latch  to box and see what you got and there you'll see if it's a Match to that Batch.

Copyright © Abiygayil Yisrael | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |


I missed feeling like someones listening 
Of Feeling satisfied no more wishing 
I Used to pretend that I had that 
But I don't even know when I fell off that track 

but I didn't see it till you gave to me what I needed 
You gave me the love I always believed in 

and the emotions are so big I might just die 
but for you worth the try 
baby the murder of the distance is killing me 
but if you ever leave your absence will go on a killing spree 
So babe, tonight all I can do... 
is fall for you, all I can do, is fall for you, the girl my heart always knew, 
falling falling falling... 

Without you I can't get my rest 
all the other girls in my heart were just a guest 
I memories your voice to the last detail 
stop worrying about what happens if we fail 
because trust me I promise you everything will be well 

You're the girl that Came at my worse 
baby you the first to ever be able to fulfill my thirst 

and the emotions are so big I might just die 
but for you worth the try 
baby the murder of the distance is killing me 
but if you ever leave your absence will go on a killing spree 
So babe, tonight all I can do... 
is fall for you, all I can do, is fall for you, the girl my heart always knew, 
falling falling falling... 

Okay baby, you fulfill my dreams, ouch even my heart screams, baby 
you get to see, whatever is left of me, and see whatever me and you get 
to be, let's just leave it to destiny

and the emotions are so big I might just die 
but for you worth the try 
baby the murder of the distance is killing me 
but if you ever leave your absence will go on a killing spree 
So babe, tonight all I can do... 
is fall for you, all I can do, is fall for you, the girl my heart always knew, 
falling falling falling... 

Copyright © buggie Felix | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

A Place Frozen In Time

We wake up earlier than we planned, we do it every time. We then took off driving straight into the rising sun. As we come up over the hill we can see the sun reflection on the smooth powder blue lake. Every one sighs and smiles. WE made it our place frozen in time. We practically leap out of the still moving car and race up through the sand to our favorite spot...the cliff. We stand there mesmerized on the edge looking down into the bottomless lake. Slowly everyone looks up at each other smiles and without a word we jump! Shock of the cold morning water hits first, we swim to the top and break through the water, look at everyone's faces and see that ear to ear smiles that will be glued to faces all day. We stay at the cliffs for hours. No phones to answer, no things to do, just friends and the water. We finally move to the sand, which we call our mini beach. This is when the sun block goes on. The sun is finally cooking our skin as if you could feel the sun rays wrapping around you like a blanket. WE layout and soak up the rays relaxing...just peace. All of the sudden the boys interrupt the peace by picking us up and preparing to throw us into the water. It's like time slows down. Kicking, screaming, and laughing right up until they throw us in, time speeds up and we are all playing again in the water. Racing to the buoys and back, playing water games, and building sand castles. Finally its dinner time, we all eat together laughing as if we where a real family. Watching the sun go down, everyone unwillingly cleans everything up; walks slowly back to the cars and drive away from peace, happiness, friends, warm summer sun, and our place frozen in time.

Copyright © Morgan Merrill | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

My Beach Girl

I strolled along a beach one night.
I saw her standing at surfs brink.
Her face glistening by moonlight,
I could swear, I seen her wink.

She was an Angel, barefoot in the sand.
I slowly approached; we stared at first.
Upon my first touch of her soft hand,
My steamy summer love, freed my thirst.

Sitting together, as the waves came in.
Our hearts collapsed in love to begin.
Our bodies knew; there was no sin.
Our souls knew; love would win.

Gazing at the stars above, we lay.
Two stars seemed to kiss in the sky.
Enveloping moment, our souls pray.
Embracing each other, we did sigh.

Summer loving, so hot that night,
Our spirits floated above so high.
Encircling the moon shining bright,
Our bodies pulsing, starting to fly,

Summer love is all, I am thinking of.
Bringing us together in Heavens glow,
Breathing in a summer breeze of love,
My beloved Brandy, I love her so.

Copyright © cecil hickman | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |

Diamonds on the Beach

Driving along the mansion rimmed coast,

There isn’t a thing not gold

This afternoon,

The white, hazy ball of heat, we call sun, hangs high against the deep blue.

Reminding me of how insignificant this joy could be to the rest of the world.

But here,

Your eyes are smiling,

And we had all just finished laughing,

From a quick joke,

“Still make lemonade taste like a summer’s day” is echoing

Through the walls of my white, tiny truck.

How could there be any need for worry?

When the grasses and the waves

are shinning, in their best diamonds,

for this occasion.

How could there be any need for worry?

When all the people along

the sidewalk are breaking out their best


for this occasion,

I know you’re not worrying,

Because you’re leaning back in my passenger seat wearing the smile that I love

The one, which seems to say the world, is exactly how you think.

And although,

at the time, I was not sure how long I’d know you,

No drive has been as ever been more glamorous-

than that drive to the beach.

Copyright © Katelyn Dobbs | Year Posted 2012

Details | Light Poetry |

' The Poets' Day, At The Beach ... '

The  Men, Rolled In … Like Ocean Waves
The Women, Splashed and Sprayed and Splayed
And Laughed and Cried In Salty, Foam-Crests
In Liquid-Blue, Up To Our Breasts …
On Bright, Shine Afternoons …
Or In Fog, Floating In From Coasts, Subdued

And The Men Rolled In … Like Ocean Waves
Playing and Surging, Roaring Out Praise
Buoyed High, Bobbing Up and Down
So Quick, So Strong, The Men Swam …
And Women, Wet in Swimsuits
Carried Away Corals and Seashells, As Loot

Putting Them To Our Ears, Everyday
To Hear What Echoes of Sea, Had To Say
And On Soft, Crystal Sand, Pearls, We Did Lay
As The Men, Rolled In … Like Ocean Waves …

Copyright © MoonBee Canady | Year Posted 2009

Details | Quatrain |

The Ballad Of Rithee Rithwando

Oh, I'm Rithee Rithwando
And I live in a condo
On a beach called Redondo
With a girl who's bleach blondo.

And we practice Tae Kwon Do
As we're singing in Rondo
With Don Hector Elizondo
Whom we're very, very fondo.

And he once asked me, "Cuando
"Can you post bail bondo,
"For I'm stuck in Orlondo
"And I cannot abscondo."

"When you give me your Hondo
"Whose top speed is beyondo,"
So sez I to Hectorondo
From the sands of blue Redondo.

"Oye! Not for il mondo
"Or el mejor magic wando
"Would I give you my Hondo,"
Replied Mister Elizondo.

"See you next year,"  I told him.

Copyright © Roderick Molasar | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Forever-Part 1

Out on the beach with an amazing guy. The sun's so pretty, the sun's so bright. We're walking and talking about all our good times, against the world, hand in hand. Smiling and walking on the beautiful LA sand. We sit on a bolder and watch the sun set. It's an amazing day, one I will never forget. You slip your arm around me as we as we look at the beautiful sea. "I love you," I say as we feel the cool evening breeze. "I love you too," you say and pull out a small black box. I look at you, smile, and my heart stops. You open the box to reveal a beautiful ring. "Will you marry me?" you ask as my eyes fill with tears and my heart starts to sing. My smile gets wider as I say "yes". You pull me close to your chest. I gently kiss you as a tear rolls down my cheek. You brush it away and smile at me. "I love you," I say one more time. "I love you to baby," you say as you smile, "now your deffinitly all mine."


Today's the day, the day that starts the rest of our life. The day you become my husband, the day I become your wife. The last time I saw you was last night. But I woke up to a beautiful sight. A bouque of beautiful red roses lie on your pillow with a note on top. "I love you," it says, "and I can't wait to see you." I smile and whisper "I love you too." I take a shower and walk down to the beach to see how much is done. I step onto the hot sand and I feel the hot sun. It's almost done so I start to head home. I need to here your voice so I call your phone. "Hey babe," you say, "is everything okay?" I tell you everythings fine, I just need to hear you. I tell you I love you. You tell me you love me too. You say you have to go but you'll see me soon. "Okay, I love you," I say and look at the clock, it's almost noon. "I love you too," you say and the line goes dead. I look in the mirror and put my hands on my head. I smile and start to get ready for tonight. The first night of m new life.

I take a look in the mirror one last time. Just to make sure my beautiful dress is fine. I walk down to the beach and wait by the gate. I fix my veil and look at my friend. "You look amazing," she says and puts some flowers in my hand. "Thanks," I say and smile. I can't wait to walk down the aisle.

Copyright © Kaylee Landis | Year Posted 2012

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Beaches And Volcanoes, A Letter To A Friend

By Curtis Johnson

Hi Daniel,

There once was a man living high on a mountain whose name was Harry
Mt. St. Helen was threatening  to blow its top, and everyone started to worry
Harry had been there 60 years and thought he would live on to tell his story
So after being warned to evacuate, Harry refused and decided to tarry
Sadly, when the volcano blew, Harry was later found in 40 feet of ashes

It’s interesting at times, that life can be so tame, so sweet, and so calming.         Because of our positive experiences, we relax and enjoy seasons so charming    Like Harry, we are unconvinced of danger, and need not fear rumors and warnings

Sandy beaches on the oceanfront are beautiful and lots of fun, when all is sunny and bright.  For eight years my family and I lived in San Francisco within four blocks of the Pacific. Believe me when I say that the Oceanside is a calming and charming place. We spent lots of time in the Golden Gate Park and on the beach.             

One Sunday afternoon, my two small kids and I took a walk across the rocks above the ocean beach. The waves were coming in pretty far, but I thought that we were high enough.  I thought wrong.  We had not been on the rocks 5 minutes before the waters came splashing against the rocks that we were walking on.  I held the kids and protected them from the big splash.  I got pretty wet, but no harm was done, and the lesson was well received. 

The sandy beaches of life will often suddenly turn into rushing waves of sea salty waters.  My friend, there are times when the volcanoes of life will heat up and blow their top. When they do, we best be aware, heed the warnings, and seek higher ground.                                                            

Dan, I do not know what you may be going through presently, but I am praying for you. If for any reason you taste those salty waters of what was once a calm and sandy beach, I have every reason to believe that God is going to change things for you. If the volcanoes of your life have blown its top, I have every reason to believe that the ashes will not bury you. When the troublesome adversities of life blow against all of us, God is always both warning and leading us out to safety.

So Daniel, my friend, may we together seek higher ground.  Love you. Curtis09262013

Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2015

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Tallahassee to Ormond Beach

Down in Tallahassee
An American lassie stayed
Her poetry is a joy to read
It's the way her writes displayed

Writes on subjects cool
They en captured all our thoughts
Of history and life
Our imaginations caught

To Ormond Beach she travels
Near the ocean she will be
To stay in the family house
Fishing so frequently

And once she's settled in
To the Soup she will return
To grace us with her writes
For more i want to learn

Be safe in your journey
To make yourself at home
For we will all be here
I doubt we'll ever roam


Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2009