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I walked in darkness along the shore
seeking solitude, nothing more
Thunder drummed from far away
a foreboding timpani, clouds began to play
They competed with the roar of waves
crashing to the beach in rhythmic laves
Everything seemed out of reach to me
the moon, the stars, the depth of the sea
Came haunting notes of a solo flute
chasing the wind as though in pursuit
They synchronized with percussion drums
their tempo in tune with whispered hums
I kept time in measure's of an allegro beat
Three quick steps, then twirl and repeat
Echoes of a nocturne swirled in my head
lyrics unsung. They were spoken instead
My soprano continued, his falsetto stopped
too weak to stand, to my knees I dropped
my footprints had been erased by the tide
No longer was I able to run or hide
Blind in the darkness, loneliness daunting
a lightning flash, then another, taunting
me to lift my eyes to the sky, to the falling rain
its sting delivered in a medley, stacattos of pain
On the edge of the sea I waited for the end of me
My tears an ensemble, an elegy in requiem plea
Mute to the orchestra, I disobeyed their call
Instead, I applauded the storm's kettle drum squall
No encore would this night be able to reprise
As the tide's flow encroached, I closed my eyes
A chorus of waves crashed; cymbals in concerto
The baton fell from the hand of the Grand Maestro
Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2017
Dark honey tanned skin glistens
From the moisture of humidity.
The ladies flirt shamelessly with
You, but your eyes gaze upon me.
Your stature looms at six foot three.
Your swimmer's shoulders impress.
In our island sea we swim leisurely,
Traces of salt remain as you dress.
White sandy beaches, ever your haven.
We sip Riesling as the stars appear.
Nestled in your arms, time takes flight.
I feel so safe when you are near.
Your strength amply hides a tender heart.
The depth of your voice all admire.
When we first met I became enamored,
Feelings that quickly turned to desire.
We have shared so much over the years.
More happiness than dark sorrows.
Family treasures that brightly shine,
Reigning with love into our tomorrows.
In the autumn of our lives I feel the chill
Of winter's inevitable harsh advance,
Yet days of youth remain in our hearts,
Memories held, that time shall enhance.
© Connie Marcum Wong
Poem of the Day October 27, 2017
Late October Standard Contest-Third Place
Sponsor Brian Strand
Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2017
If I had a pretentious brain
which acts faster than my heart
Maybe then,I would abhore this soul
which spreads freely through each verse
Maybe then I would impress you
with my intellectual grammar
and sophisticated words
I would scrutunize
each and every coma
dot and exclamationmark
believing I know best
But I would never let that happen
I'd rather stay at bay
Writing firstly with my mind
and not my heart
leads only to an asylium
within the being of myself
Poetry is my voice,my shadow
The sacred shrine of great escape
Each stored emotion processed
within a yesterday
Poetry is the inner of my existence
breathing softly,bleeding deeply
exploding in death,love
passion and romance
In every verse a whisper
a thought that I would scribe of
a silent cry expressed
Maybe in a tomorrow
you might pass by me
Tread your footstep on my ink
and spit saliva in my face
But maybe in a today
a broken -hearted fool stops by
to find comfort in my world
Maybe a prisoner,a tramp
an insane soul or outcast
would pick these scattered scribbles
and gather them as whole
Maybe through each criss-crossed puzzle
finds a narrow passage
which leads his faith to home
Maybe a little child
whose blissful giggles
depends on little words
would turn the dusty pages
of silly rhymes I penned
Rhymes which know the moons
stars,faries,and the magic land
Rhymes which know each fantasy
and how to be a friend
And maybe He would smile
Maybe He would laugh
Maybe He would dream
Maybe He would grow up to write
the most eloquent sonnet
there has ever been
Or maybe He would grow up
to write simple words
just like me
about daises or dandelions
and expressions to be free
Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2014
Across the white sand waters
meld of teal and turquoise hue,
in sunlight, emerald facets,
in shadow, grays of blue,
first breaking light of heaven,
tinted sky in tones of shell,
dancing lights, pearl pink and saffron,
fleck the bosom of the swell.
On waves of crisper coral
the majestic sun ship sails,
bright bride aflame in glory
blushed beneath her misty veils.
Such beauty blinds my vision;
my gaze is downward drawn
to vanilla foam soft swirling
in the footprints of the dawn.
Copyright, April 16, 2014
Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014
On the beach I found a seashell
luster of colors mixed with gold illuminate
Washed by the sea millions of times
tides turn as gentle footprints remain
I sit and ponder, how could it happen
salt breeze within an ocean's breath inhales
A journey of unimaginable time
drifting murmurs echo against waves crashing
In the sunlight it shone with many shades
satin pearl treasure heart between two shells
Carefully I opened and found its soul
it was then as one on whitewashed wings we flew free
I found a beautiful princess of the sea
Upon a sigh or dream revealed its inner secret
A Collaborated Poem
Anne-Lise Andresen and Liam Mc Daid
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2016
1st December 2014
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2014
"By the sea, all worries wash away"
(Saw this quote on a sign in my doctor office and I loved it.)
Since by the sea, all worries wash away,
I think I’ll go down to the beach today,
where palm trees in warm summer breezes sway,
before the sun peeks out above the bay.
Fair weather is expected. Clouds of grey
are not expected. I think that I may
jump waves as if I were a child at play!
Yes, by the sea I’ll go without delay.
From morn till twilight's crimson glow I'll stay.
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016
She collected sea shells, I collected sand
She collected sea shells,
I collected sand
She searched for the perfect one
I reached down my hand
I carried a bucket
A basket she did whirl
Mine was filled with tiny grains
Hers with mother of pearl
She came out each morning
Me, just late at night
She adored the sunrise
I loved the moon light
Then one day it happened
My alarm clock didn’t ring
I woke to a rising sun
It was the weirdest thing
I ran down to the shoreline
My bucket in my hand
It’s then I saw her gorgeous face
While I collected sand
I found a perfect seashell
And watched her eyes grow wide
She held out her basket
I placed the shell inside
Then she reached down before me
And gathered in her hand
I held out my bucket
She filled it up with sand
And now each day and evening
We walk along the shore
She told me that she loves me
And her I do adore
So if you see us out there
Strolling hand in hand
Know...she’s collecting sea shells
And I’m collecting sand
This is one I posted when I first arrived here, I thought I'd share it again. :)
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017
saffron sun flames sky
melted gold joins blue riffles--
sunset swims to shore
Copyright © Susan Ashley | Year Posted 2017
Oh precious, dulcet diva, Oceantide ... you, of sand and foam
And abundance, all your moods and meanderings speak deep
My spirit, wistful and wan, musings captured, gist enraptured ...
I listen, close ...
On those warm and windy days, your voice cuts clear, carries with
It the joy of sun sprites alighting on wave tops, hopping crest-to-crest
Like so many gold pieces tumbling from yawning pockets, laden ...
I listen, rapt ...
Becalmed days, the lull of low tide ... gentle swells reach their arms
Ashore, the cold brine washing sand and shell and spindrift like breezes
Sweeping the grasslands ... rolling, as imagination rolls in the mind ...
I listen, soft ...
Whispering in my ear of the secret dark places in my heart,
Exquisite, illusory realms where passion and reverie hide, pulsing
With urge, aphotic ... warm, enigmatic feelings flow and ebb ...
I listen, true ...
An ocean storm's raging beauty, thus, somber clouds, splashed Payne's
Gray, swirl cruelly as Neptune flits his tresses, sea sirens lament with
Angry screams as their backs are broken on reef and crag ...
I listen, soft ...
Gentle swells lapping brief, the sand, Luna rising to the lullaby of a
Bell buoy, its tender peals coaxing the moonlight to shore, softened
Beams tiptoeing gently atop to join the phosphorescent waterline,
(Not to wake the slumbering breezes) ...
I listen, sad ...
The gulls and terns laugh at the folly, a man straining his ageing ears
To the song of the tides that he loves so completely, the most divine
And elegant aria known, of a voice so immortal and pure - so dark and
Deep and ageless - that it will croon on, long after there is naught ...
Left to listen.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "New Poems Only" Poetry Contest, Emile Pinet, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Voices" Poetry Contest, Silent One, Judge & Sponsor.
Copyright © Gregory R Barden | Year Posted 2018
Cascading waves wash ashore
tickling our toes as we stroll.
set a thousand jewels sparkling...
upon the shoal.
Smiles summon sweet emotions
as we walk upon the beach
hand in hand
under a starry sky...
to build castles in the sand.
Romantic sparks ignite flames of passion
by a tranquil sea,
and fledgling souls unite
Hopes and tears
define the essence of living.
And yet love offers a joy
reserved for fantasies
Agony and ecstasy meld
to greet each hungry kiss.
And consumed by desire
we've never felt a love...
quite like this!
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2016
Twice a month on our tiny little Isle
A group of heroes go that extra mile
Wearing protective clothing they clean the beach
Removing vast amounts of rubbish within their reach
Plastic bottles, fast food containers and tins
Items tossed away so thoughtlessly – it’s a sin
So many marine animals can get tangled in discarded plastic
They need our protection, or the results could be very drastic
Hundreds of bin bags of rubbish are removed from our beach
Restoring them to beauty, now they are as pretty as a peach
Volunteers work tirelessly with amazing solidarity
To help ‘Beach Buddies’ which is a registered charity
Contest: Stuff Thomas Martin
10th June 2015
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015
I walk on the deserted beach
listening to the ocean song;
the breeze holds my hand.
Is this where I belong?
I leave my footprints in the sand
feeling the grains between my toes.
Is it too late to dream,
I ask. Only God knows!
Premiere Contest No. 7 by Skat A
Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2015
Hello Ms. Johnson, I’m sure this sounds strange
our mutual friend, said you need a change.
She told me how hard you work every day,
come home to your children, no time for play.
Your husband left you without any money
and traded family, for tainted honey.
You work as a nurse, working hard for each dime,
yet nothing’s left over at holiday time.
A holiday spent solely enjoying life,
playing with your kids no worry and no strife.
this dream keeps you going, each and every day,
my dear Ms. Johnson I believe I have a way.
I have a house with an awesome ocean view
for two weeks Ms. Johnson, it belongs to you.
I’m going on a journey and would find it grand
if you could watch my house and enjoy my strand.
If you and your children would like to come here,
believe me Ms. Johnson you’ve nothing to fear.
When you call Janet, she’ll give you my number,
my wish for you is a little less cumber.
Sincerely Brenda Meier-Hans
Contest: My Wish For You
Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014
The atmosphere rings with the bell like calls
of the plover flock, long before they are spotted.
The flight herringbones a grey fedora sky.
Markings of white and coal black weave,
wing-stitched, a blanket maker’s dream.
Sigh makers they close on the beach
at high tide, the horizon shivers the
sand blanches. These ravishing scavengers
light on the tattered edge of wet to dry,
dawdling with the dead.
Plovers are diminutive scroungers, one-legged
dancers, hopping to the pull of tide, dining on
crab-eggs in black-tie and feathered tails, their
gray skull caps lined with a black brow.
Sparrow-small birds dress to the nines.
A feast for the birds, fall crisps, crab moltings,
go on for endless miles. September is beginning
and soon winged ones will fly to sunny shores.
The cold Atlantic will moan for the loss of music,
the unstitched sky will part. The avian choir is off
to the mud flats of Carolina.
First Published Eunoia Review January 2015
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2015
Soaring Hawk poised high
Back drop a deep sapphire sky
Winds in attendance
Mighty wings unfold
Caressing the Wind Spirits
They lift and support
Circling Hawk perceives
Rainbow circle on a cloud
Framed is his shadow
On oceans of blue
Snow hills of clouds seem to float
On silvered ripples
Waves swell as they curl
White manes gracefully flow
Rolling to the shore
Higher still soars Hawk
Wind Spirits on either side
Carry him upwards
Land and mountains meld
Lofty mountains crown the land
Hawk gracefully glides
Towards the shore he observes
His island in bloom
Festooned in colour
Hibiscus - Red, Gold and Pink
In leafy bouquets
Flowers - Pale yellow
Their sweet perfume exuding
Riding on the Winds
Romance in the air
Couples hold hands and frolic
An Island in love
Hawaiian Hawk proud
Sees everything - land and sea
Wind voices whisper
Of Rebirth, Growth and Culture
Hawaii has heard
We recently visited Hawaii, one of our favorite holiday destinations, once again we were carried away with the ambience and peacefulness of this Island Paradise.
The inspiration came while viewing the breath taking panorama from the 16th floor of the Hilton Hawaiian Village Waikiki Beach Resort. The Waikiki beach, the beautiful gardens and the mountains all formed the picture. But we needed a story and the Spirit legends supplied the theme.
All this came together and composed on the aircraft on our way back home to Australia.
I have tried to capture and share some of the essence which is the Spirit of this beautiful island, its rebirth of culture that’s embroidered in the legends of a traditional Hula dance.
The Red Hibiscus (koki'o'ula) is the flower of the big island, while the Gold flower mentioned - The vibrant, sunshine-hued Yellow Hibiscus (ma'o hau hele) is Hawaii's official National flower. In Hawaiian culture, Hibiscus is a symbol of old royalty & communicates power and respect.
The Hawk Kaha Ka ‘lo - the highest Chiefs where often called ‘lo – ‘Hawk with eyes that can see everywhere’
Ku Makani ‘Rising Wind’ has a position of power grace and motion.
Ka Leo O Haukine ‘The voice of the Wind’, is so named.
The two Winds according to the legend, are the voices of ancestors who listen and speak through the winds. Together they are the Spirits that uplift the mighty ‘Lo – The Hawaiian hawk.
Some of the imagery described is seen from the aircraft as it would be seen through the eyes of the Hawaiian Hawk.
The circular rainbow, for those who have not been fortunate to have witnessed this rare phenomenon, it actually does exist.
POTD 14th April 2017
Copyright © Maria Williams | Year Posted 2017
Moved into new house in May 2006 near
intersection of 211 and 17. Holden Beach
is closed beach. This poem is about our
first visit to a local beach,
Had Hoped to Find
Were so many and it was hard to tell
Which one would be our favorite shell;
We did consistently, constantly compare
All lying on beach shore here and there.
Shells were round, oblong and also odd;
For us had been made by our great God;
All of various colors and many designs;
Several with spiral and also curvy lines.
Through shells we would separate and strain
While ocean waves played a sweet refrain
Asking us why we have become a big creep
All of God's precious shells trying to keep.
In each day mornings do beautifully break
So we said to ourselves for goodness sake
Will be best if lovely shells are left behind
For others who them had hoped to find.
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2014
There’s endless miles of golden sandy beaches
Sparkling aqua waters as far as the eye can see
Gods and Goddesses frolic au naturel down under
Here’s where Heaven shines her light down on me
If you foolishly swim between the danger red line zones
See a shark coming ‘HELP ME’! - You wildly scream
Well worth the SAVE in those bronzed muscly arms
Spunky Aussie life guards straight out of your dream
Women glow and men become fit- lean and taut
Any wonder that all thoughts get thrown asunder
Rippling muscles flex- bronzed bodies like gods
I come from the ‘green and gold land down under’
Spoiled for choice - Raw possibilities endless
No need to lust silently pining after one
Pick yourself up look around broken sparrow
This must surely be Gods place in the sun
Nothing comes close to the beer down under
Accompanied by a vegemite sandwich or two
Looking for something more gourmet and exotic?
There’s crocodile and kangaroo to name but a few
A land where every man resides like a King
And women are fawned over - treated like Queens
We don’t let sneezes and hay fever spoil things
If you have the sniffles - Hey! there’s Claratyne
This land where millionaires are made in a day
If you push the limits to achieve lofty goals
So don’t keep waiting to come on down under
Where our worth is what defines our roles
* ‘Living in a land Down Under
Where women glow and men plunder
Can’t you hear, can’t you hear the thunder,
You better run you better take cover’
Oops!! that verse sounds like it may be lines from the song 'Land Down Under' by 'Men at Work'. Might be seen as plagiarism. Sorry!! Couldn’t help myself!!
Instrumental of ‘Men at Work’ - by Joh Ph
Published on Jul 31, 2016 You Tube
* Quoted reference and citation of original lyrics of above verse from 'Land Down Under' belongs to 'Men At Work' first released October 1981 -
Songwriters: Colin James Hay / Ronald Graham Strykert.
Copyright © Maria Williams | Year Posted 2017
Little blue bird
without a name
It's you I heard
I play your game
High in that tree
You sing a song
And you want me
To fly along
The beach is near
But stars are far
A sky so clear
And then we are
Above the clouds
The clear blue sea
We sing out loud
Just you and me
May 30, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017
Standing on the sands of helplessness,
as waves of sadness lap at my feet
I know not what holds your voice hostage,
unable to comfort it only baffle
At an ocean's length of pain,
an essence cannot even take wing on a breeze
So sadness is held in a blanket of love If the heart is not mended,
then love's breath cannot bring it back
A storm of uncertainty tries to overtake
A need to absorb the pain,
making it taste of wanting to be lessened
If not stated where sadness is born,
all attempts to bring joy back fails
As waves grow building up,
into a hurricane of grief
Drops of uncertainty,
fall on my face then raging faster
While threatening to drown the only hope,
of two halves to become whole
Sponsored by: Laura Loo
Copyright © Brenda Chiri | Year Posted 2018
It's quiet now, they all have gone
Leaving litter, and last light
softens what was too bright before
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
you ask if I need help, I nod
lend me for once your wings
The coloured quilt as sun does drown
a blanket against whining waves
I dive, depart. I flew so high
October 15, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017
I painted a painting
so that you could see
The person I wished
that you could be
Your eyes were pure blue
Just like they are
But the look was near
Instead of far
In my painting
You had not a care
You were with me
in a moment rare
Flowing blonde hair
and a lovely smile
meant just for me
at least for that while
Time can be cruel
sometimes so unfair
Paint portrays perfect
that wasn’t there
This painting a remnant
from so long ago
of the lady I loved
but would never know
In my painting
enjoying our play
Painting myself in
on a perfect day
We were holding hands
walking on a beach
Things picture perfect
just beyond my reach
It was silly pretend
a longing in me
That person I wished
that you could be
On a museum wall
for others to view
“Wouldn’t it be great
to be like those two?”
A fictional account.
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2018
The other girls were Shallow Waters.
Catching Sunlight with ease,
and gleaming crystal clear.
She was as deep as the Ocean.
And the further you dive into her,
The Darker the waters get.
-December 7, 2017
Copyright © Julia Ford | Year Posted 2018
Copyright © Nayda Ivette Negron | Year Posted 2015
Victoria secret bra
Love, toy with hidden pleasure
sweet surrender to my taste
Sticky forbidden kisses
buffalo breath down my neck
leak like a water faucet
time to get a fix.
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2011