Best Beckons Poems
He shuffles along the leaf covered path
slowly dragging in his wake
the full weight of old age.
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Contest: One Kimo
Sponsor: Rick Parise
Placed 2nd
© 9th October, 2016
the sea lures me
as waves run
one after another
splashes over the silvery sand
and moving shingles
slow tide flows inwards
holding me
in its spell
crabs are carried
towards the deep salty sea
I stand mesmerised
listening
to its melodious thrill.
seagulls invite me
I just jump into the sea.
Placed 8
Spending three full days and two nights at sea
Is surely the best vacation for me
Conch chowder dinner the night before
At dawn adieu to the Key West shore
Round-trip journey to Dry Tortugas
Swordfish are known to put up a fuss
It could take four hours just to reel in
Set the reel on drag and watch it spin
Some folks say it’s the thrill of the catch
There’s so much fun in the sparring match
A battle between woman and fish
Three-hundred-pound prey, no better dish
The best reward comes at dinnertime
Succulent fare in sauce made of lime
Some can’t relate and I understand
But fresh-caught fish is better than canned
From the Gulf Stream straight to the table
This adventure requires no fable
Working out with weights ‘fore I embark
Knowing swordfish are no easy mark
Snorkeling too at Tortuga reef
Expectations are beyond belief
My idea of a perfect vacation is slated for May 30 to June 1. Entry for Carol
Brown’s “It’s Time for a Vacation” contest.
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You sit alone on the shore
And play with the sand
My heart swells at your sight,
I long to take your hand
I send out gentle waves
that lick your dainty toes
Desire lights your eyes
Longing to leave dry land
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Yes, you’ve heard my call
I see you rise and give in
Trust me to be gentle
Until your heart I win
My current is so strong
Able to sweep you away
In time it will be unleashed
But first, to wet your skin
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Liquid hands are exploring
The curve of your thigh
It sets you to quiver
Emboldened by your sigh
Slowly, I move on higher
I smile as you gasp
You feel liquid passion
On breasts no longer dry
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I can’t wait to claim you,
hands now are in your hair
I tug on the tresses
trailing your body bare
You resist no longer
It is time to possess
Ah, what sweet surrender
As I ravish you there
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I glide and move inside you
In my world below
I feel the swell rise
My passion I now will show
I push you to the top
Light as a breath of air
I know you are ready
The strength of love to know
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My waves come crashing now
Each stronger than before
You’re shaken in the depths
Swept by the mighty roar
I beat down upon you
You scream out your release
You ride each surging wave
Beg me to crash once more
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You lay spent in my arms
As you look at the sky
Where the jealous Sun King
Dazzles to catch your eye
He reaches down his rays
And kisses your body fair
But you’re here in my arms
There is no use for him to try
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Content, you let me touch you
And do all I please
My hands and lips all over
You smile as I tease
Slowly, oh, so slowly
You start your journey back
I’m left here to send you
Kisses on the salty breeze
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Eileen Manassian Ghali
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He smiles and gazed
deeper in my eyes,
nuzzling closer
whispering words
I want to hear
sweetest love
take my breath away
he whispered
have confession to make
million ways making me quake
fuming hungers
A desire a passion
we can share
A secret
burning like fever
softly calls my name
warm as summer breeze
beckons me closer
he whispered
let me enter
alabaster temple of you
sweet like ambrosia
worship deep
secret delights
The waves crushing her tiny body with striking blows
White creamy wash caresses her golden skin as the wave slows
Moving sluggishly towards the horizon
Because of a recurring vision she hopes she’ll arise in
Her feet digging deep into the sand as it sinks between her toes
Emersed, with arms folded she prepares and off she goes
The cool oceans breeze kisses her beet-red cheeks
It knows what she’s come for and what she seeks
Sunshine drips onto coppery auburn locks shimmering, it lifts
A pale honey-wheat straw sunhat spins away and drifts
Almost completely submerged in salty brazen waters
Compelled at this point with the nauticus mythic plotters
Shut against blaring sunrays are her deep emerald eyes
Her sunburnt face gazing up at vanilla skys
She meditates on what had before appeared, a glimpse
Of the siren with long flowing raven hair and other nymphs
Teeth chattering to tapping sounds like wooden castanets do
Contain her trembling lips she can’t, they turn purplish merlot-blue
Shaking from an Autumn’s cold spell, she imagines she’s a mermaid
But diving in opaque murky silt wasn’t what she had expected
Her bare flesh emerging from impure poisonous rot of green
Blood red ripples dripping from the clouds that are unseen
Neither she nor the fierce Cyrene, Apollos wife the naiad should dread
Numbing overcomes her at last she hears the siren singing in her head
Paralyzing fragments of her hallucination now bestow
A gifted sacrifice her (secret thoughts) needed for soothing waves to flow
In the distance a cranberry sun sets, now streaks of pink implores
A darkened blue-green sea, maroon and sapphire shores
A beautiful mermaid appears and thanks her for her secret thought
That only love for the deep blue sea (the ocean is life) and to all this be taught
leaving the hot sands
of comfort wading into
the salty unknown
diving headlong into
its coldness that shocks
my body I rise to breathe
while the waters burn
my eyes its profound
stength nudges me as,
a mother does her children
huge churning waves crash
closer, growing in size until it
seems a beast, slicing
into the bubbly turquoise colors
One sweep of my arms propels me,
Into this turbulent force tossing
me about in the
churning fury as my lungs
burn for air, disoriented
I finally break the surface,
sweet air cooling the
fire in my lungs glancing
towards the sands yet the
seductive ocean beckons
to me free from the
comfort craving the unknown
heartbeat races from
excitement as those
waves win, like a mermaid,
I dive into the seductive saltiness
swimming towards the sunset
Leaving the comforting
sands behind
I sit pondering, wondering the meaning, what is happening
finding it all baffling, without starting, without finishing.
It just goes on never really getting on or yet arriving
There is nothing to hear, see, or smell, but I have a yearning.
That just beyond, hiding out of sight, something is watching
or maybe, it is waiting, I stumble onwards, I am peering
yet still I see nothing, just pitch black darkness awaiting.
I creep fall wards, searching for what? Then it too is seeking.
We are seeking together, neither knowing what. Only knowing
that we are looking for something, anything not understanding.
We keep turning, this way and that, never ever arriving
Until Like a flashing light growing near we start understanding
It is knowledge herself which we are seeking!
Loving heart calling
Yearning for embrace
Love throb pulsating
Is God face to face
Bestowing His grace
Heart the centre
Stoop to conquer
Where the bliss surge
Form and soul merge
Melt the mind
Freedom find
In love kind
No thought
Just feel
Love
09-November-2020
This is a very special moment in time
As in the companionable solitude I contemplate whimsical things,
Surrounded by the forest's brilliant shades of lime
And the delicate violas nodding to me from the fairy rings,
Clad in soft shades of every color of the rainbow,
So pretty they could nearly be the fairies themselves,
Dancing in time to the breezes that blow
And sporting with the fun-loving elves.
In the near distance flows a waterfall,
Laughing at the silliness of how my thoughts wander.
Shining with its droplets, songbirds cheerily call
As they weave through the cool mists surrounding the cascade of thunder.
The distant music of the forest beckons to me,
Inviting me into its intricate symphony,
Intriguing me with its intimate mystery,
Entreating me with its limitless fantasy.
Written June 1, 2014
No longer do I have to work,
though more money would be nice,
I only have to sit here
and to take my own advice.
There’s more to life than money
though it’s now quite hard to see
why still I feel I have to seek
a job that’s paying me.
It’s the habit of a life time
or so I have been told,
and working is the thing you do
until you’re very old.
So does it mean I’m old now,
as the mirror tells me so
or just that I’ve matured at last,
I really do not know.
Maturity, I reckon
I achieved at sweet sixteen,
from then I’ve just been living
to fill in the time between
my teens and my retirement
though I had a bit to do,
it seems I have arrived at last
now working days are through.
Now I must fill a different time
from now until I’m dead,
starting every single day
until I go to bed.
But maybe I’ll get lucky
now my duty has been done
and find I like the freedom
of just sitting on my bum!
Ivor G Davies
The sea beckons.
The air is heavy with heat,
the sun fries the streets
shrivels up trees
and I feel parched.
Tired I trudge towards the waterfront.
Still the sea beckons.
Sweat runs down my face,
wets my unshaved face,
dampens my collar,
as I plod towards
the pebble lined sea shore.
The small waves glimmer,
winking in hot rays,
inviting me to cool myself.
Insistently the sea beckons.
Summer is at its worst.
I hobble down
towards the beach,
pull down my clothes
and stand in the sun's emissions
wearing my swimsuit.
Constantly the sea beckons.
I trudge towards the water's edge,
jump in and then
come out quickly, yelping.
I feel a jelly fish sting,
it burns red across my thigh.
Disillusioned I tramp back home.
The sea beckons no more.
21 August 2021
Placed 1
'Writing Prompt, Oceans or Seas -' Contest Info
Sponsor Constance La France
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his desire to be richer than others will be the foundation
upon which he will build the castles of corruption.
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they preen in the pomp of power, prejudice and perdition...
And in their boisterous bid to win the next general elections;
they mortgage the future fortune of unborn generations.
A nation without a definite destination needs no direction...
to such, every side attraction becomes a source of distraction.
Since manners and morals were murdered by modernization...
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“Change begins with me” is our new national salutation,
let every man carry out a mental environmental sanitation.
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If political offices continue to be a juicy platter and position
for the few to get economic and financial domination...
We should put the change-chains in the right direction,
Change begins when chain beckons on terrifying traditions.
With a small puff the breeze lazily blew the clouds
slowly they began to scatter and then reformed.
Steadily the wind increased in strength and with gusts
it blew first one then another causing them to scurry.
The sun beamed down in delight as the sky cleared
turning to azure tinged with sapphire blue hues.
Yellow warming beaming rays heating the earth
all around are buds springing into life and unfurling.
One by one the petals open and stretch upwards
across the valley a blaze of colour waves in the breeze.
Forgotten now the icy winds and snow of cruel winter
as all about the signs of new life slowly emerges.
Hearts sing along with the playful breeze whisking by
as lambs bleat and skip as they chase each other.
Then tired fall asleep at their mothers feet awhile,
as Spring does her work preparing earth for summer.
In my dream . . .
a beautiful white stallion is galloping
the rider is native . . . muscled and handsome
with flowing hair
feathers entwined
he beckons . . . come . . .
then, I am a native girl
wearing a soft beaded doe skin dress
my hair black as the night
we caress, caress
laying tangled
and I trace his battle scars
as he kisses my hair and lips
until dawn
when, weeping my loss . . . I fly away home
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December 16, 2015
Poetry/Canzone
Entered in the contest. One OF Your Best,
sponsor Rob Carmack Judged 12/2015
Sixth Place