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Details | Rhyme |

A Beach Without Water

A beach without any water is a desert
Nachos without any cheese is a chip
A ski slope without any snow is a hillside
Me without you is no relationship

A zebra without any stripes is a donkey
A fountain without spray is a statue
Valentines Day without a lover is a bummer
And that’s exactly how I feel without you

Please be the water for my desert
Please be the cheese upon my chip
Please be the snow on my hillside
Please be in my relationship

Please be the stripes on my donkey
Please be the spray for my statue
Please be my lover every single day
Please never let me be without you

(NOTE:  This poem was inspired by my 6 year old son.  We are going to the beach this week-
end and he asked me, “Will there be water near the beach?”  That gave birth to the first line 
of this poem, which started my thoughts in motion.)

Copyright © Joe Flach | Year Posted 2010

Details | Iambic Pentameter |

Caribe Hilton Winter

I know she squints her eyes from sunlight straight above
as olive hands lay to her skin, as if in love,
just barely to escape the falling snow
she's gone to where the fools and rich all go
and lies out on the beach I'm only dreaming of.

She sips on planters punch, as gulls dip in the sky,
manipulating where their wings would have them fly;
in waltzes of precision, like the snow
they go to where they want their lives to go,
but never have an end, their love can never die.

Is this not Gods caressing--and the earths delinght,
His dressing of the trees in simple black and white?
How could I leave this world my heart must know
to go where only tropic breezes blow,
Though falls the snow from dawn, and through the winters night?

I surely see the snowflakes in the falling snow
each one is different from the ones that wait below,
just as some individual might be
a little strange and different to me,
but each is all the same, except in what we know.

My lady knows the sun will do her spirits good
and if she can be there, then certainly she should!
But as for me, I've chosen not to go--
to love each minute that my heart can know,
and God shows me the snowflakes, not the snow.

And yet, I wonder at her Hilton Get-away,
and dream of sea gulls, loose and in their play,
San Juan's become the place I want to go,
away from cold, away from gathering of snow,
and in her Paradise, she'll welcome me, I know.
© ron arbuthnot aka ron wilson aka vee bdosa

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku |


A runaway world, 
The herald of mystic lands, 
Sheltered behind glass, 

Promise Land setting, 
Destination directions, 
Hidden underneath, 

A sole bungalow, 
Coconut laden palm trees, 
And fish aplenty, 

Whitest of beaches, 
The sun dances off the shore's, 
Microscopic pearls, 

My future escape, 
For now it's temporary, 
In my own snowglobe.

Copyright © Michael Zavaletta | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Nature's Way

Whether Evolution or the Spoken Word,
From time immemorial, seasons revolve
And cosmetic changes take place.
The Creator in an awesome way,
Fashioned this universe of air, land and sea.
From season to season all creation knows,
When it's the right time for everything 
under the sun.

We're certain that winter's not far off,
As we hear  ferocious howling winds, shaking 
Huge trees and massive structures so tall!
When we feel their cold freezing gusty blasts against 
our faces.
Then look! Rain with sleet!
Upon the ground are white, sandy crusts
Of freezing, sometimes icy, slippery sleaze!

But soon, spring with its welcomed greenery
And flowering plants' itinerary all season;
Begins nature's call for all of life's expectations!
Beautiful scenery - floral accents, mountain ranges, 
villages below.
During this particular season,
Nature's refreshed with continuous rain showers.

Come summer, a rainbow of colors seen everywhere!
God made all things for his glory and our pleasure, 
enjoyment and fun.
Venturing out into this garden-like habitat, we behold
Meandering tree lined paths along the way in forested parks.
And, as we stroll into the early morning mist, we experience 
His awesomeness in dew-dripping leaves, the aromatic  scents 
Of blossoms and nostalgic  budding floral designs!
These greet us in a heavenly way.

Many like basking in this radiant summer's sun.
Sunscreen and skin care products in hand, we're enticed
to lay on our backs, sunglasses in place.
In this brilliant sunshine of luminous light,
Kids play  gleefully flying funny-shaped kites. 
Of all the seasons, many prefer this time of year.

Fall is truly its name, for cascading to the ground,
Are myriads of leaves scattering everywhere!
There lie mounds of leaves to rustle at one's feet;
No longer shimmering in shine glossy sheaves,
Are now yellowed, golden, browned and mushy.
At this point await the first frost and snow, 
The cycle begins all over again

Copyright © Rainbow Promise | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |

Wondrous Thing

I’ve seen lightning follow the contour of a hill
Heard the thunder crack and felt the thrill
Seen the rain fall on one side of a street
On the other side I felt the suns warm heat

I’ve sat on a beach where salt and fresh water meet
Where turtles are guarded, protected until breeding’s complete
I’ve seen snow hedge high in a village lane
A snow blower come to ease everyone’s pain

I’ve seen graves carved into mountains of rock
They had been robbed and by that I was shocked
I’ve sat on the beach and watched the sunrise
Seen it go down with bleary tired eyes

I’ve seen Famagusta, where time had stood still
From the sea so blue it gave me a chill
I’ve seen new born lambs frolic in the spring
These I find are a wondrous thing

All this I have been so privileged to see
Maybe not the great wonders but they are to me
By the Seven Wonders of the World I am not intrigued 
But by these things my senses are besieged 

Copyright © Owen Yeates | Year Posted 2012