Best Coves Poems

inspired by The Platters song, ‘Ebb Tide’

Rise And Fall
Salty tears ebbing away on moon’s tide
as whispered love echoes on ocean waves
across caramel sands where hearts reside.

Coves of sheltered inlets harbour veiled caves
that glistens with laced, seaborne aqua foam 
as whispered love echoes on ocean waves.

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On the border of the obscure wastelands,
In the depths of shadows and torments,
Far beyond the land of Never Was, Never Will
Is a place where I hold you, strong and silent…
As the shards of your sensitive sadness prevail,
Sifting the awaiting coals below,
I shall reflect slivers of...

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Together we would whittle sticks while chewing juicy gum

We would find a place to rest beside a river green and wide

The skies were blue, and tall grass would grow, and brush against my knees

Where willow trees, and dusty trails and nesting squirrels would hide

With tackle...

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Some memories of silver sands,
have faded like old photographs.
But waves rush in to ponder on, 
incoming tides of happiness.

Our shadows left upon the ground,
are looking for a sea-shell found,
and kites sail high upon the wind,
to take us back, just once again

We'd dig the sand, to...

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Out of love foretold
in thousands
secret raptures from the old
Illusions coves for their powerful voices
A place where our ancestors once walked

Where trees listening
and disperse seeds of hope
Creation marvelous portrait
About the harmony - it is said
that it can develop strong band

It is a reality that can
compare with...

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The River Mersey and The Black Pearl New Brighton 

Let the Caribee and sultry sea call to the pirates bold. 
But on this shore, with its tales of lore, The Mersey keeps its hold
For merchants, priests and pirates too left these docks to find
A new...

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Water wives live sheltered lives
Amongst the coves where pirates rove

Daily catch is makers match
Where red hot stoves hide fresh baked loaves

Water men are thick and thin
So often strove where shipmates hove

Water child is often wild
The treasure trove where pirates roved

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I've listened to it's calling, in awes amazement
Felt the rush of the waves between my bare feet,
Allowing the bubbles of sea form to explode,
As I spread my toes digging them deeply,
 Within the beaches warm sand.
Then at this moment of perfect splendor, 
 I pondered...

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Shallow edged with twigs, and sodden leaves
The odors of the earth, green moss and peat
The roots of quiet trees and rotting logs
The crumbling bank where cattails wash their feet
Where tiny minnows dart with lightning speed
Among the roots where wild ducks come to feed
The very core...

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Come to the azure window
Its still here in my dreams
The glowing moon a light- house
Your compass is the breeze.
The breeze  would fill the sails
The moonlight leads your path
The window will be open
to reach-out for  my heart.

They say its gone forever
Desperate waves destroyed it
There'...

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2/8/17


Straight, curvy and bumpy roads
Some with cones
All across the globe
Tools made of stones and from bones

Got to stay in the zone
Wherever I may roam and rove

Certain boards bowed
And automobiles had to be towed

Money being owed
And loaned

Waters with or without foam
And lawns that do or don't...

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Tombs begin to bloom like raw, bloodless wounds.
Tomes are written with truths of her dead moon’s
tones. A keening lunacy keeps the dirges alive, while
bones rise out of repose. A degloved hand on the dial
hones into a night rainbow's radio, she runs on solar,
hopes for the...

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Born of winter's snow and gentle spring rain
Remembering Willow Pond, where our dreams begin
Where wild geese swim, then fly away again
Beneath shaded coves, where other lovers have been

The fragrant smell of earth, green moss and peat
Where tangled grass and weeping willows lean
A crumbling bank, where...

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The tide of life is turning

                                 and rushing back to sea

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Gypsies

Across a misty channel
Sensor fingers
Stretch
Through foggy, silent waves
Where two souls embrace
In expeditions of speechless discovery
Two minds stand naked,
Face to face,
With wordless words
Each knowing the inner rhyme 
Of another soul –
Intimate outside skin and limbs.

Across the barriers of minutes, hours, months
Two silent gypsies wander,
Through heartbeats
They stand,...

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