Refugio
A long time ago in a little town in old California
I lived on a beach whose name means shelter
The weather was pleasant even in the summer
I sat on a colorful brick wall looking out at the sea
I had a sweet little blue-eyed cat who I had misnamed
I loved it dearly and held it in my arms
Whenever I sitting in the little house
Then one day when it was time to move away
The cat jumped out of the car as if scared
I cried in the back seat for several miles
I sadly never saw the little cat again
I have occasionally dreamed of someday meeting that cat
And renaming him Refugio, after the beach
I have only been back once to visit but no cat
was to be seen
Old prune face..Geeze what a boat race.'
Talking (a piece?) It aint great ! In fact it
Shore grates. He kalidoscopes the living
Hell pontificating, on what should gel.?
He has a plan.' Well what is new.? Not this
G O A T of evil...I'd warrant that one thing is very true
Turtles on the beach,
From burrows called by the moon,
Drawn to the sound of the sea.
Morning comes too soon.
Shadows of curved trapezoids,
Appear on the sand ahead.
Now they're caught between,
Never born and surely dead.
I'm struck by an unknown rush,
At ten years of age.
Golden laughter leads me to,
Put my feelings to the page.
Found after recess,
With everyone standing there,
Subjected to ridicule,
Love stings those who dare.
Who claims life or love is fair?
With the sun rising, it was a beautiful day to be on the beach
My love and I, on a quiet morning- together, we walked
The rise of the sun and the rippling waters were touching
Timing was perfect- we were holding hands and our lips were touching
As we stood on the shore of the sandy, white-colored beach
Seagulls seemed to circle just above everywhere we walked
As the morning grew, and the sun in full bloom, again- we walked
Then, we stood on the coast, still holding hands; still touching...
together, we swam in the water of the sandy, white-colored beach
Wet, we walked along the beach; touching lips- holding hands
The sun shyly peeked over the hill
as the cold air made whispers audible
and dissipation began to rise from the dunes.
The morning breeze stirred flurries of sand from dunes
where shadows stubbornly clung to the face of the hill.
A susurrus from the copse barely audible.
Upon the bench in the lee of fickle dunes
the old brass plaque gleamed in rays cresting the hill:
an inscription of grief no longer audible.
Ridged hill of letters, promises audible among dunes.
A tall fellow strolled on a beach abroad
Along a cream-like sandy shore unflawed,
He tripped on a small shell
And fell with a sharp yell,
Lying on the ground while all his teeth gnawed.
Written: September 7, 2026, for: This Week's Poetry Challenge: Seven-Line Poem
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The sun withdraws its gilded hand,
orchards lean into shadow’s hush,
cicadas falter in their hymn.
Leaves rehearse their brittle descent,
the sea forgets its warmth of June,
a chill rehearses in the grass—
and summer folds into memory.
Late: The square?holds its panting between
?the last bus and the first argument.
Nowhere / ‘online’ - @someone is ‘winning’..?
A face, a flag, emptiness trending; always.
We desired a just world -?rights, dignity, ‘progress’; doors?that open to merit.
Enlightenment still flashes warning
from the distant rocks - through darkling fog.?
The doors? Gone.
?it will not be alright.?
it is cold.
?the square waits: quiet, tense.?
you are here,?
so am I.
Stay away from the bee hive
That makes mommy glad
For I'm only five
And dying would be bad
Forget the bike
I want to drive
That's the car I like
Speed makes me feel alive
To baseball
To dance
To the mall
To get new pants
Motherhood is over
Grams now I am
I wish time would go slower
Did he just call me mam?
Assisted living here I come
Growing old is not any fun
Just found out that my grandson is a bum
Sits on the beach and surfs in the sun.
Summer, with warmest
Of benignant wills
Full-faced, with a gladdening
Dawn to dusk, unquenched
There, each, if sea- tumbled drenched
What as flushed instils.
Of which coastal heat
Enveloped, once wooed
Its cliffed heights, the loner's urge
Blown further along
There, down there, as clear, day-long
Thousands singly viewed.
anglesea vic.
sitting beach side watching the ebb and flow of my life
Lay dreaming on the beach
Listening to the ocean roar
Ecstasy filled my soul with delight
My mind wandered ~
I filled the night's chalice with knots of desire
My heart raced ~ faster
Pulsating beats of rhythm
To the sound of the ocean
Splashing vigorously in my mind
Intense heat filled my body
Dripping with sheer ~ delight
My heart missing beats
I learned how to live unkissed, until ...
That night changed everything
I screamed ~ “Tie me to your Tongue “
Please, please ~ I’m begging now
Passed the stage of no return
Tonight is the night
Desire ~ becomes fire
It’s raining roses and love riots
Oh ! I feel your tongue caress me
I don’t want this to stop
I can take it ~ more~ more
The moon is an honest Manipulator
Brighter the moon shone, hotter I became
Is this a dream ~ or reality ?
I don’t wanna wake up
Feelings of desire, engulf me
Ocean calls me into you
If time turns, will scars stain the sky ?
i could feel coldness
your waters rushing bare feet
as i sink in sand
sweet tea on the beach
moonlit walks on soft cold sands
summers end is near
a beaches best friend
their long-term relationship
is never broken
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