I'd love to buy a boat and sail the seas
Just loaf and let the string of life unwind
Drop anchor anytime or place I please
To visit every island I can find
I'd sail from cape to cape, from gulf to strait
Each bay and channel up and down each coast
My dog would be companion and first mate
Most likely, he'd be sleeping at his post
But every night we'd find a still lagoon
Perhaps we row ashore and build a fire
On first appearance, I'd harpoon the moon
And hold him hostage until we retired
A life at sea, beneath large wind filled sails
With peaceful friends, the dolphins, gulls and whales
February 21 2017
Where I Want To Go
sponsor: Nicola Byrne
Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2017
Sea horizon in the distance ...a clean line.... a quiet shore
Every day the ocean washes up something new on its sandy floor...
Today, the sea formed haystacks of seaweed piled quiet high
Yesterday sea sponges and fan-shells lapped the crunchy sands
Gentle humming of soft ocean sounds humms by to and fro
Seagulls squawking , flying in unison form a V- like kite formation
Their pale eyes widen as red feet and beaks hover and flutter
Two yellow labradors swimming and weaving from shore to ocean
Bounding gracefully into the water , chasing and jumping in unison
Tirelessly,effortlessly running along their beloved ocean shore.
Young dogs greet each other in an excitedly ,friendly fashion.
Horses hoof prints embedded gracefully in the shoreline sand....
Broken glass edges made smooth with the sands abrasion
Oh wonderful mobile reflecting the sunlights warm sensations!
Copyright © Mariana pavlich | Year Posted 2006
We Sailed Across the Sea
I boarded, me the old Fairsea
We left England my wife and me
To sail towards those sunny shores
In land, I’d never seen before
In land of kangaroos I Live
This land it has so much to give
Me thinks it is a paradise
This place so warm, and sweet, and nice
I’ve been here now for fifty years
I left me mum behind in tears
But Aussie land has done me well
I love it, the whole world I tell
Oh, I would never turn my back
For Aussie land, it nothing lacks
7 December 2016
Copyright © Peter Duggan | Year Posted 2017
The life of this pearl, how it grew from the sand
Is a wonderful story to tell
For it bothered the flesh in an oyster's grey shell
And the oyster then coated the sand
It was milky and white, added band after band
'Till it formed a white shell
So a creature can't tell
That it grew from a grain of the sand
This gemstone of mine
From the depths of the sea
Has a glittering shine
That is easy to see
So it's hard to imagine, this treasure so fine
All began as a grain in the sea
Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2013
Imagine sitting in the sand at the beach,
The sand between your toes and just close
enough where the water can reach.
The sand is wet and a little cold,
You look out at the clear blue sky you see the
sun shining like a piece of gold.
You see dolphins jumping in the distance,
Glad that they're apart of existence.
You see a flock of seagulls soar,
You lay back and close your eyes listening to
the waves crashing onto the shore.
Smelling the salty water and the sun hitting
The warm and comfort you feel within.
You hear kids as they laugh and play,
Smiling because today was a great day.
May 04, 2014
~ The One and Only~
Copyright © Pamela Bland | Year Posted 2014
Seven thousand islands grace the shore
where bamboo trees alight , sun -dressed
tanned ripples humming a native lore,
dainty the womenfolk, caressed
by Asian sea's pristine ridges
while garlands spill from their baskets
crowning fiestas with beaded wares.
And trawlers halt to relish town’s zest
the canoes sailing on lit prayers,
when wavelets of joy twirls, contented
along dewed coastlines… ancestry bares
the streams winding on balmy shed,
my dawn and night broth, this daily gland
where birthmark dwells… sweet homeland!
SKAT's Sea Contest (Old/New)
Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2014
My heart races touching your deep Spirit's kiss,
My tear's curb crumbles greening my shrink cry.
The softness of your voice soothes my abyss.
My soul torn apart wondering to know why.
Wrong thoughts and so cruel wait my tears and cry
The terrors of love just give them a black yard
And my loneliness makes my sad soul to dye
When to sink my reality it's very hard.
I wait my hope which will never come to guard
This hope hunger squeezes tighter my soul's knee.
I'm clinging to the past which is like a shard
That part which is still alive inside of me.
Much more confused on how to think or feel,
I talk, I dream and I am your balance wheel.
Copyright © Marieta Maglas | Year Posted 2011
It's time to book a holiday
Where we'll go I cannot say
A beach resort, or bush retreat
Maybe a chalet cosy, sweet
Maybe somewhere across the seas
In Bali they tell me "life's a breeze"
Somewhere I haven't been before
Same, same, it can be a bore
Now I know, I have a plan
Perhaps I'll take a pin in hand
Stick it somewhere on a map
This could do the trick may haps
But I want to go somewhere
Just anywhere I just don't care
Copyright © Vera Duggan | Year Posted 2015
Down below pelagic giant lids peep
upon the watching boat's sea hunt and chase;
great barnacled seafarers of the deep
a voyage of the Great White Whale retrace!
Beneath the waves in echolocation
breaching bulls and cows dive the feeding pod,
where from its depths of ocean migration
lives the ghost of Ahab and the Pequod!
Now age-old haunts and breeding grounds die out
but not the chilling whalesong far reaching,
only cavernous mouths unmade to shout
trapped by moon and tide on remote beaching.
Beware the flencer - the harpoon's death throes,
and may long live the shout of "thar she blows!"
Written: July 1992
Copyright © Keith Trestrail | Year Posted 2014
Immerse me Lord beneath the salty sea
send me bubbles of love that sparkle blue
Shoot me to the top aqua pure and free
As I plunge so vulnerable deep viewed
the channels of life's paths I do not flee
whimpering in distress bottomward brewed
while evil oozes in a whisper plea
don't let me skid among bedrock subdued
baptize me of passion while by my side
hug me as I cling to the rushing tide.
copyright 9/15/15 Tammy Reams Contest sponsored by: Heather Ober 'My Favorite Form'
Contest Sponsored by: 'Broken Wing Trashed #2'
Copyright © TAMMY REAMS | Year Posted 2015
Rivers roll, across the lands
and their song is heard, by many ears.
While oceans roll, upon the sands
and cry their crystal tears.
The tides will help to cleanse the earth;
sand-showers; they are free.
Though ocean-lands, may have a wide girth;
the tides will find it, yes siree!
Water is the source of life;
a precious, roaming gift.
A lack of water, produces strife
and sands, they cannot shift.
So pray, the rain, will always come.
To water’s music; life must hum.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2014
MUTINY ON THE SPANISH MAIN
Avast ye scum, ye've backed me to the wall
and evil's all I see there in yer eyes;
but I won't hesitate to meet the call
to fight if I must fight, so realize
that what yer comin to is yer own choice
to spend the rest of life, because of me,
just swingin in the wind, if I've a voice
the king will listen to, tho dead I be.
Altho a tyrant, he still makes yer way
and feeds the whores you want so much to see
so let's remember where we are today
so's we can get to where we want to be.
Lay down yer arms, ye've got a Judas here,
and he's the greatest thing ye've got to fear.
© RON WILSON ARBUTHNOT
aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown poet
Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2015
The wet smooth sands shift, as we stroll along
While hands clasp by evening's riding tide
The long red sky hears each gliding bird's song
As your soft silhouette n' sky doth clash collide
In quiet motion, love loses all space and time
As our lips warmly join together a silent spell
To bright for sun's array, she fades to sleep
As moon awakes the rays, of tender keep
And both remain abandoned to the shore
To find the realm that lover's shall confess
With hands still clasped eyes they now explore
As hungry kisses gentle still caress
Grains feel wet yet cool, between our hands
And the elixir of love is light, like ocean sands
Written by Mystic Rose and Frederic Parker
April 29, 2014
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2014
The sun is slowly fading and it’s almost twilight time.
The ocean’s strong vibration beckons me to rise from deep.
The ship announces its approach, its horn an ocean chime.
Waking me from slumber in the ocean where I sleep.
I move with lightning speed emerging quickly to the top.
The sailors all come out to hear my haunting siren’s song.
I swim around the vessel as it slows and then it stops.
From that time, and forever, to me they all belong.
My lovely iridescent tail will sparkle in the night.
I serenade them with my tune while diving in and out.
A potpourri of colors that will dazzle and delight.
Before too long they will be lost inside my spell, no doubt.
I’ll circle all around the ship and mesmerize each one.
Then slowly hypnotize each man until the morning sun.
Written by: Samia Ali Arroyo
March 30, 2012
Contest: Debbie and Cyndi's Sonneteers
Copyright © Samia Ali Arroyo | Year Posted 2012
Against the sky, the weathered land now sinks
as water pours its force upon the earth
'til mossy glades become the tattered links
between the ocean's rim and mountain's girth.
A drought creates the stagnant puddle-scum
unfit to slake the thirst of man or ape
while life on earth will shrink and soon become
too weak to fight disease or seek escape.
Yet streams still flow with water fresh and clean
to nourish all of life within their range,
as pastures blossom, lush in verdant green,
from rain which curries earth in soft exchange.
As life cannot continue without breath,
a rainless land may gather only death.
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014
That morning on the beach, where did we go?
That June, before the current swept away
That thin island between the sea and bay,
Where did we walk, the risen sun still low?
Before the current swept away the land
And me along with it, where did we stride?
Next to the sea, the waxing, waning tide
Whose rhythmic jaws consumed the footprint sand?
We went nowhere that morning on the sand.
I stood and let the icy waves beat me
And hoped that they would pull me out to sea,
Far from this disappearing island.
Back then, I thought the sea would set me free,
But all it did was make a memory.
Copyright © Kyle Maples | Year Posted 2013
While dreaming of my childhood ocean ties,
mem'ry's chandelier sheds light, somewhat eclipsed.
The essence of the salt still stings my eyes;
the rusty taste of iron hangs on my lips.
The ocean’s fragrant spray not quite so fair
as I recall; it makes me think of death.
Many a moon has set since I was there;
destiny speaks to me - my own last breath.
The ocean’s soft waves bring dulcet mem’ries,
gran-mama’s silk scarf brushing ‘gainst my face.
Turbulent storms always left me on my knees
under safe precipice back of our place.
It is there my dreams rest as I stand by;
it’s there I shall be buried when I die.
written January 29, 2013
Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2013
Creative Native, quite contemplative-
he draws on walls in ancient caves.
So Hieroglyphic speculative:
Cuneiform curses mark mummy graves.
On land the sand, the grains of Man-
exoplated, protective shells.
A last ballast, we're sinking fast;
step lively men, and hoist the sails!
The Tribe has grown and it has thrived-
(their drumbeats echo as if alive!)
We've lost our rudder, I wince and shudder,
and I have lost all will and drive...
No longer fond of the Amazon-
Jungle be damned; I wish 'twere gone!
Copyright © Just That Archaic Poet | Year Posted 2014
Sitting, By The ocean
Have you sat there by the ocean?
Watched the new day set in motion
When moon is oh so big and bold
In winter when the breeze is cold
Big moon sits there on Horizon
Yet it will very soon be gone
Big yellow orb so beautiful
It soon will sink into the all
Have you sat on a sandy beach?
As daylight soon will be in reach
Then sky it turns to orange hue
As it greets in the morning new
That silence is so wonderful
The stillness seems to rule the all
A yellow yacht it comes in sight
As morning sun it shines so bright
This is the way each morning goes
As on the beach my heart just glows
18 February 2016
Eighteen line sonnet
Each line 8 syllables
Copyright © Peter Duggan | Year Posted 2016
There is a brush of wind sweeping roughshod over the shore
Festering foamy white caps on the crest of the waves
Disembodied voices I think I've heard before
Are rising from the mist of the liquid haze
White-feathered angel wings spreading wide and low
Swoop down below the angry crimson wide
Welcoming home the trollers, row by weary row
As the beacon skims the waters, and the coming of the tide
The sun is clinging helplessly, on the edges of the earth
As one last vessel, trudges in, looking worn and spent
Lagging far behind, and longing home and hearth
Yet with sense of work well done, after long day's sweat,
It burrows in, at end of day, from all those travels, far
The one last vessel, weary worn, cuts a furrow in the stars
For Francine's Contest :"On The Ocean Waves"
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2012
O mighty ship of tides, great boundless sea
into whom brave souls all caution cast her;
deep eternal springs of mortality
where Poseidon rules as lord and master!
See the battery smoke, the powder lighting,
the buckling oak, the breach, the ocean's roar;
Empire's keel and hull wave high smiting
the heroic galleon! the Man O' War!
So seek a fair wind all you seafarers,
sail beyond her far isles all you brave hearts;
heed Triton's trumpet by your endeavours
when upon the bow of her deepest parts.
Thus hearken not the sirens that curse whom
rest in peace in a silent sunken tomb.
Copyright © Keith Trestrail | Year Posted 2014
Where time has no place within the peace and composure,
squeeze and revive my inner most dreams,
and yearnings refresh my relationship with the sea,
where days are idyllic and nights mystic.
Waves send their chorus of voices,
sounds like the throb of a chime,
to the heart of the listening desert,
glittering and dancing like millions of diamonds.
Clashed brilliantly with the water beneath,
bringing foam and dying shells to the shore,
sea creatures submerge under the seawater,
resting on the sea enclosed rock structures.
Wild and silver waves,
crashing into unkempt cliffs,
sculpting new curves into the rocks and tide pools,
and surges with laughter as its war against the shore continuous.
I felt happy when I stand near the ocean
watching the evening sun fall away,
foamy white waves clang against the shore,
licking my toes with a little cackle.
Copyright © Seth Yuhi Musinga | Year Posted 2015
Scrambling across the sky
Oh, just to know
How the sun bird flies
With my brain in tow
Growing in my mind
Fluttering on a wing
Flight from shoreline
Oh, how he sings
Lift on high old one
Perch upon thy crag
Closest to the sun
Waving your feathered flag
How we so enjoy
Your screech of ahoy!
Copyright © ANDREA TRAVIS | Year Posted 2015
Brine kisses window impermeable
Impermeable to sea’s hydration
Hydration fills the hull, so visible
Visible in ship’s flagging flotation
Flotation, bilge pumps’ precipitation
Precipitation steaming on motor
Motor caked with salt crystallization
Crystallization of need to defer
Defer to elements, a requisite
Requisite to survive the Nor’easter
Nor’easter which does not invigorate
Invigorate soul of the mariner
Mariner looks homeward, does deeply pine
Pine for his love to the fragrance of brine.
For Contest: Elements, Part 3: Water
Sponsor: Brian Davey
Chained Sonnet, Shakespearean rhyme scheme
abab bcbc dcdc ee
Copyright © Tom Quigley | Year Posted 2016
My wish is just to go to sea
forgetting everything that's me
on Akula, the boat I've never seen,
forgetting everything I've ever been.
To feel as free as gulls who fly
not bound by earth, nor in the sky,
away from everything I'll never know,
that takes me places I must never go.
Away from love, away from hate,
of born too soon, or born too late.
To drift as islands, in the tropic stream,
on Akula, my ghost of only dream.
My wish is but to leave within our wake
What love is left, after my last mistake.
© Ron Wilson aka Ron Arbuthnot aka
Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
aka a few other poets names down
through the years I have even forgotten.
Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2015
Reaching, crawling, from deep within my dark,
Emerging from an almost endless night.
So thirsty in a land so dry and stark,
But I see the waves, I can see the light.
As I taste the salty blue, my soul stirs.
Reflections of a peace that I once knew,
A calling I can't deny, it allures,
For through these blue skies, I once freely flew.
Cool water awakens my sleeping soul,
Soothing my burns from a journey of pain.
Living so alone, has taken its toll,
Where love is only for personal gain.
A world without air, a world without breathe,
Will be forever home until my death.
Copyright © Emily Schaffer | Year Posted 2013
On the ocean's cool sand the nightly thinker stands,
shadows hide sky scrapers of glass and steel;
only sirens are heard through the awkward stillness,
read his absurd thoughts: they spin as a magnetic reel!
Has he found happiness as imagined in his dream?
From that melancholic look, one can see clearly
that he has been abandoned by all...wasn't he so leam?
He seeks stars to ignite a desire stirred by fantasy:
images of children grabbing his hands make him weep,
he tries to hold on to them, but they flee and vanish...
despair and remorse are angry feelings he can't put to sleep;
if only they returned for a second, they would lift his anguish!
It's late October and dawn's brilliant lights invade the cloudless shore;
there he lays as a cadaver as pain tightens up the muscles of his core!
Copyright ( c ) 2015 by Andrew Crisci
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2015
Sleep my darling as the fish swim for you
The dolphins sing softly under your crib
The calming waves of multicolored blue
Clouds float above, like the ones on your bib
Light glitters out on the wide, wide ocean
Home to a thousand and one pretty things
Colors circle with a hypnotic motion
Underwater caverns and jewels for kings
Somewhere beneath, there's a palace for you
You can visit it in your glistening dreams
And maybe you can invite some friends too
In your palace you could see the moon beams
But to visit your dreams you must first sleep
Or your ocean friends will not make a peep
Copyright © Jacque Graham | Year Posted 2011
"On the ocean waves" of deep cobalt blue
Rides white foam spray that brushes rocky shore
Tickles their fantasy leaves in quick spew
After has caused such unusual roar
Rocky shore, rocky times life gives damp sprays
Coating everyone with uncertainties
Just as the rocks wear and age_ life assays
Each one to analyze the quantities
Of good_bad giving opportunities
To all to grow deeper like blue ocean
Deeper than surface waves _deep abilities
Just few minutes each day in devotion
"On the ocean waves" ride thoughts_emotions
Let them be deeper accumulations
Sponsor: Francine Roberts
Contest: "On The Ocean Waves"
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2012
I had a house for sale
They asked me to hold it
Right before I sold it
But my house was a whale
That already set sail
And didn’t give a whit
But it thought what the heck
Coz it altered its tack
So I sold it to Pack
But forgot about Peck
Who was up on the deck
Which was on my whale’s back
But those guys I dislike
So I sold it to Pike
For the HexSonnetta contest
Copyright © David Fisher | Year Posted 2015