Best Coast Poems
The beach climbs are harder
the rocks turn my feet
and I find myself walking on my ankles
wading through sand
But the photos at sunset
or as the moon rise
are such a surprise
Like paintings
like fine art
witnessing the beauty of nature
as it shows us all of the basis for inspiration
everywhere
The sea air is so refreshing
the tang of salt
its cool crisp feel
as it laps past me
and blows my hair
The sheen of the sun and the moon
off the water
and it undulates and ripples
It's mesmerizing and beautiful
I seek out the lighthouse
to capture its beauty on the horizon
Its glow too settles on the ocean
and lights the scene in a way
that makes it seem like a painting
A huge downed redwood tree on the beach
a sculpture in driftwood now
but so big as to be a playground
The natural wonders of this place continue to provoke me
and keep me wanting more
from the tiny bits of rock on the ground
to the magnificent scenes in the sky
my senses are always tuned in
And here I share them with you....
Artimus 9/1/2025
At the Gold Coast
Parched and dry I stand,
Waiting and recalling
thirsty for your love,
At the Gold Coast
we met last summer,
Under the blue
on the sandy gold,
Memories afresh
Soothing winds unfold !
Your deep dark eyes that
pierced into my heart
Our tale of passion
at first sight did start,
That mighty embrace!
Melting emotions
with heat of breaths,
Tranquillised by
waves that covered by!
An impulse borne away
with every breath,
The most generous one
made me its slave,
Then the tyrant in both
of us well played,
Skin next to my skin,
thinnest air between
simply slipped by,
Intolerance precipitates
setting my soul ablaze,
Make love to me
in this ancient place,
Tears lost in time
and beats not keeping pace,
Wanderlust of my soul
ends at the Gold Coast,
My heavenly abode !
Written November 23rd, 2014
For contest' Make love to me in that ancient place' by Justin Bordner
cheers from the bleachers
enveloped in raging storm -
exclamation points
landward painfully
the foaming furious waves -
depth focus motion
Morning fog was parting for the day's performance,
and an audience of just me sat cross legged,
waiting for ghosts.
They appeared slowly, one by one.
Old whalers, freighters and, fifty yards out,
slate grey bones scarred with burnt sienna,
a young trawler.
A Cormorant dried its wings on the wheelhouse,
primary feathers spread, glistening ebony,
tattered like a tramp's raincoat.
The surf whispered warnings.
February 4th 2016
For contest 'The Sea shore' sponsor- Craig Cornish
(A Blank Verse Sonnet)
At fifty-two, a new career is launched
in beauty firm installed on eastern shore,
to aid all those who live with problem skin.
As sales increase, adventure swells; she wins
awards, free trips, new friends, and diamond rings.
With pride, she dons the pen for “Be a Ten,”
and coast to coast arrangements spell her norm.
But, friendships wane on jaunty trips, the trek
becomes a stress which brings her less and less
content to show the aloe glow as proof
that older skin need not begin to wear
a shriveled face, but wear a youthful tone.
And yet, the spark with eastern hype instilled
a drive to stay the course throughout her life.
On this ship I'll cruise the Scottish Isles
Coast on coast for many a mile
Rocks and sand, castles that are grand
Beauty that has been graced by many hands
Isle of Iona what a dream
Where the beautiful stone Abbey can be seen
Much of your beauty destroyed over the years
Hope of restoration somehow calms all fears
Isle of Arran twenty miles long and fifty-six around
Palm Trees grace your lush land
Divide by the Highland Boundary Fault that bounds
The north rugged and hilly with south gentle as sand
So many isles over seven hundred in all
One cruises on the imaginary ship all night long
From low lands, craggy hill and mountains tall
Each night I'll cruise the imagination with song
Contest:"Indulge Me Scottish Style"
Sponsor: Thvia Shetley
Spring has come in the Sunshine Coast!
Carried by the wings of Humming birds
flying through the Pacific Flyway,
flowing like a dash of fresh air
Spring has come here to stay!
Look, there in the shallow beaches,
Great Blue Herons wait for the prey,
their aquatic love for eelgrass
keeps them waiting the whole day,
Herrings,Soles are busy in hide and seek play,
Spring has finally come here,
come here to stay!
The blue water of the Pacific
shining with bright sun rays,
heady fragrance of lilacs
thrilling the air whole day,
it must be Miss Kim,as
Miss Canada is still far away;
Spring has finally come here,
come here to stay!
**Miss Kim and Miss Canada are two varieties of lilac.
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I.
He also sees eyes that sparkle off
the golden coast readily as the
weight of the sea, who with her
pounding fist rolls the beach flat
and erases the footprints.
Who steals the light and places it on the crests of waves?
Is she the Atlas who holds my
sky on her shoulders? Were she
to shrug it off, would it not fall
and crush my world below?
II.
She also sees eyes that sparkle off
the golden coast readily as the
weight of the sea, who with her
arms brings life to the shore and
sweeps the dead into her undertow.
there once was a scary ghost
who lived out on the west coast
scared the dead back to life
more scary than the wife
but he doesn't like to boast
The Ballad of John Muir Woods
I squint at the splendid morning sun
golden filtered bright rays conveyed.
Speaking they say, sit, little one
rest a spell in our noble shade.
I squint at this forest of titans
sitting, I wait for more whisperings.
They weigh my thoughts across the breeze
you are part of our air, they sing.
Youth returns in kaleidoscopes
sprightly green patterns swiftly shift.
Tinged golden from morning’s new hope
their harmony in sea breezes drift.
These conifers sprout from stump and boast
wildness, our need is undisputed.
Redwoods, the glory of Cali’s coast
engage me and call me beloved.
DE Fullerton
Oregon Coast Vacation
My heart yearns for a place of peaceful desire
A place where the impulse of adventure will entice
Florence, Newport, and Yachats Oregon Coast where the tall pine grow
Where rivers and ocean are turquoise gradient of paradise
A place where the impulse of adventure will entice
Camping, hiking, dune riding, and sightseeing bringing you back to childhood
Where rivers and ocean are turquoise gradient of paradise
The gentle swells of the waves rise and fall; smells of brine and wet-wood
Camping, hiking, dune riding, and sightseeing bringing you back to childhood
Cool twilight of the day fades drawing shadows obscured by trees
The gentle swells of the waves rise and fall; smells of brine and wet-wood
A lovely quiet haven for elk, deer, bear, owls, pelicans, and sea lions
Cool twilight of the day fades drawing shadows obscured by trees
As we gaze up towards the universe twilight; kisses settling in with tranquility
A lovely quiet haven for elk, deer, bear, owls, pelicans, and sea lions
Could not deny ourselves the intervention with nature’s beauty
As we gaze up towards the universe twilight; kisses settling in with tranquility
Florence, Newport, and Yachats Oregon Coast where the tall pine grow
Could not deny ourselves the intervention with nature’s beauty
My heart yearns for a place of peaceful desire
2/17/2016
This outlier locked up (snug as a bug in a rug) within the keystone state
extremely remote from ground zero of Biblical deluge, he humbly didst rate
the pride and prejudice (questionable sense and sensibility)
of indiscriminate resultant landfall upon this oblate
spheroid i.e. namely planet unfit ness Earth, where global affect
sans billions of people answered call of the wild
viz zit ting suitable companion mate
which collective souls (entrapped within their own asylum) of late
contributed to tipping point, where category 5 hurricanes
frequently nada so great
for folks chose to live along the path of this
and subsequent Gaia's doomsday fate
an object lesson scientists equate with
considerable proof over population fall out,
now yielding liquid Frankenstein golem –
an atrocious, ferocious, malicious date
thus now powerless at the figurative hands of
nefarious, odious, pernicious, rapacious beastie boy we
(meaning persons, who supposedly advanced progress of civilization)
MUST confront global warming resultant
what generations of *****Sapiens didst create
asper this thesis, I DO NOT berate others who disagree – cuz,
whom iz this bard butta varmint, for whom the tolling bell doth await.
Back east its snowing,
there's blizzards galore.
Here on the west coast
we count our daffodils and more.
Its sunny, its bright,
Spring blooms all around.
While back in the east
a winter wonderland is found.
We are blessed on the coast,
Canada's banana belt
and we hope for your sakes
the ice will soon melt.
We see the carnage
that winter has brought
to our eastern neighbours
and we sympathize a lot.
But we can't help but gloat,
though its wrong we know,
as we bask in the sunshine
while you get, yet more snow.
Great White Sharks are a Gold Coast wonder
Though crocodiles may steal their thunder
But all surfers know
It is time to go
When kangaroos line up Down Under
Life is pleasant on the Atlantic coast
Fishing is surely what I enjoy most
Songs of gulls surrounding me
Colorful shells line the sea
And of my exploits I feel I must boast
The breeze is refreshing as winds pick up
I cast out hoping for something to sup
Though the tides aren’t moving
I am always still grooving
Then with a smile I spy a fish close up
It’s just a tiny minnow swimming past
Oh yes, he’s small, but he might be the last
So I reach down with my net
He splashes and gets me wet
On a summer day I have chilled out fast
*Entry for Yasmin’s “Letting Your Hair Down” contest by Carolyn Devonshire. Written 6/19/2012