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The Ocean at the End of the Lane by Neil Gaiman
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by Enriquez, Leon
The Ocean of Tears
by Hydara , Marabi Amfaal
Love is my ocean
by Green, Chris
I PONDER YOU AS I LOOK AT THE OCEAN BLUE
by Lee Sr., James Edward
Ocean Of Love
by Chiri, Brenda
To The Color Of The Ocean
by Sherman, Michele
What would the Ocean be like in a hundred years
by Robinson, Michael
The Coral Blue Ocean Reefs
by Golden, Gregory
A Day By The Ocean
by Gragg, Charles
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An ocean tumbles through dreams of you. In depths unknown,
I float above. Oh, how I long to dive beneath your surface,
yet I am timid in matters of love. If brave, I’d have shown
you the whole of my gushing heart, no less than tides of bliss.
Seeking depths unknown, I long to dive beneath your surface.
Searching your eyes, I want for treasures lost on the ocean’s floor.
The sun, like a gold coin, drops, splashing this face of regret. I blush
in secret thoughts of you and turn away from the endless shore.
A swoop from seagulls catches the light of your smile and breaks the hush
of late sky. Turning away from the endless shore of regret, I blush.
My lonely shore may flood, a wish to bathe in the caress of you
granted. I shall break from fear, to brave a rolling river between us.
Down current, I’ll swim until I reach your ocean of sparkling blues.
I would drown in the waves of your uncharted waters. Glorious
would be death in the caress of you, your uncharted waters…glorious.
for Craig Cornish's Manassian Quintain Contest,
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015
Palm trees are swaying island style
Within the gentle trade wind's flow,
As Egrets glide on salty air—
Then land where verdant grasses grow.
Breathe in sweet scents of tuberose
And let fine mist caress your face,
Dive deep into aqua waters—
Become enchanted with this place.
Let your eyes consume the beauty,
Let rhythmic music soothe your mind.
You'll feel the aloha spirit—
A kinder people you won't find.
Go hiking in hillside forests,
There are no bears or snakes that hide,
Just waterfalls you'll find waiting,
That flow toward the ocean side.
In the distance whales are breaching,
Humpbacks with little calves in tow.
They share waters with the dolphins,
And green sea turtles down below.
Can you hear paradise calling?
Whispering your name at sunrise,
To later bask on pearly sands.
Swaying hula hips at moonrise,
Coaxing you to join in the dance.
Exotic Mai Tai in your hands,
Sweet flower leis caress your neck,
Come investigate our islands,
And board on wild waves at surfside,
Cast your cold and cares to the breeze.
Sailing out on sunset cruises—
Take homeward bound warm memories.
To all my poetry friends suffering in the cold states. Come take a mini vacation
from the freezing temperatures. Aloha--
Poem of the Day at Poetry Soup January 17, 2015
Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2015
The Tale below was carved one night,
Upon the Stone, by candlelight
...most won’t believe, but some just might
.........most won’t believe, but some just might
Well James made Beth his lovely bride
(And angels smiled, though teary eyed)
...their bodies bound, their spirits tied
.........their bodies bound, their spirits tied
Upon her hand, a shimmer shone,
As bright as blood, a ruby Stone
...and brighter still, as love had grown
.........and brighter still, as love had grown
Soon James was sent to man a sail
So Beth removed her wedding veil
...her eyes were bright, her face was pale
.........her eyes were bright, her face was pale
“Well, I’ll be here when you return”
Said Beth to James, who kissed in turn
...a kiss that made her body burn
.........a kiss that made her body burn
. BETH’S TALE
1. The Dream
One night, within a dream deformed,
The cawing of a Crow informed
“...a Ship was stripped where winter stormed
.........a Ship was stripped where winter stormed
Midst winds and waves the thunder boomed
The Ship of Death was surely doomed
...the sea engulfed, the sea entombed
.........the sea engulfed, the sea entombed
Your James... denied by Davy Jones!
His spirit gone, his flesh and bones
...are resting now amongst the Stones
.........are resting now amongst the Stones”
2. The Quest
Awoken by the ebon Wight
And beckoned by the baneful bight
...I left before the morning light
.........I left before the morning light
Throughout the realm I rode a roan
Until, in time, I reached the Stone
...where shades and dreams in darkness groan
.........where shades and dreams in darkness groan
While skipping up and down the sky
A missing moonbeam mocked my eye
...enough to make a Swallow cry
.........enough to make a Swallow cry
For someone stole a star or two
And something else that fate withdrew –
...my jewel of joy, my James Bijou
.........my jewel of joy, my James Bijou
The shadows of the evening swelled
Where demons of the dusk had dwelled
...and in the far, a vesper knelled
.........and in the far, a vesper knelled
The Stone, beneath the sky, stood cold –
Between the runes, a vapour strolled
...a cloak of fleecy fog consoled
.........a cloak of fleecy fog consoled
A Raven on a branch, enthroned,
Her wings waved once, a wail intoned
...beyond the bay, a banshee moaned
.........beyond the bay, a banshee moaned
I lay beside the Stone, his bride
I lay beside the Stone and cried
...but were it I, instead, that died
.........but were it I, instead, that died
The rainbow of the moon fell dim
A midnight Swan soon ceased to swim
...as if to hide all hint of him
.........as if to hide all hint of him
Between the willows in the swale
There sang a Bird, a Nightingale
...which left me faint and feeling frail
.........which left me faint and feeling frail
I felt him breathe within a breeze
Responding to my anguished pleas
...and leaves blew by abandoned trees
.........and leaves blew by abandoned trees
“I miss you too, my darling Beth”
Re-echoed from the Ship of Death
...the future buried in a breath
.........the future buried in a breath
The Stone lit up a ruby sheen
And clouds were kindled crystalline
...with consequences, unforeseen
.........with consequences, unforeseen
Above, the wretched Raven soared
To where the Ship of Death lay moored
...beneath, the icy ocean roared
.........beneath, the icy ocean roared
I’m joined with James beneath the Stone,
Though to the Ship my spirit’s flown,
...for nevermore to be alone
.........for nevermore to be alone
That night the wayward winds were weird
The Ship of Death had disappeared
...coyotes called and mortals feared
.........coyotes called and mortals feared
At dusk, the craven shadows crawled
At dawn, the winds of mourning called
...upon the Stone two names were scrawled
.........upon the Stone two names were scrawled
The Raven sits, with wings outspread,
Atop the Stone which shades the dead
...it sometimes shimmers ruby red
.........it sometimes shimmers ruby red
Between the sounds, where silence seeps,
Their love lives on and never sleeps
...and yet, the weeping willow weeps
.........and yet, the weeping willow weeps
inspired by ~fc~
Wight (obsolete): a supernatural being, creature
Bight: a bay or gulf
Swale: a moist depression in a tract of land
Copyright © Terry O'Leary | Year Posted 2013
with each crest of a wave
forming white crystal peaks
she weeps, inhales, let's go.
beneath a star studded vista
a resplendent guiding light
arms open, palms up, she is free.
the soothing sea winds
carrying away her grief and sorrow
hands posed in devotion, she smiles.
in a seascape of serenity
her baptism place of choice
she steps forward, her new beginning.
Copyright © Lynn Marie | Year Posted 2017
Seared upon my soul for ever more
That break of dawn upon a summer morn
As I made my way along that rocky shore
Strewn with remnants from a ragging storm
When through a rising mist of gray - so forlorn
I saw a badly broken sinking ship
With canvas wings of white so sadly torn
There beneath those majestic purple cliffs
And as that mighty fearless ocean roared
With salty breezy breath so filled with scorn
I saw it rise up from the ocean floor
Wrapped in a velvet coat so frayed and worn
A red, red, rose impaled upon a thorn
Where passion bled like rain from ruby lips
Upon a vivid memory reborn
There beneath those majestic purple cliffs
The wind - it whispered - in my ear - Lenore
As black clouds in the sky began to form
Into a face I’d never seen before
With hollow cheeks that endless tears adorned
That fell in frozen crystal drops so foreign.....
Then from those clouds his face began to slip
And I cried the tears of a woman scorned
There beneath those majestic purple cliffs
Lenore, the love he would forever mourn
That from his pen on page in words did drip
As I read his poetry and love was born
There beneath those majestic purple cliffs.
Author: Elaine George of Canada
Written: February 28, 2011
A tribute to: Edger Allen Poe and his Lenore
Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2011
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
Look into my eyes
Follow me into a world of ecstasy
There and only there
Will you find the peace to unwind
Beautiful brown eyes not blue
Shady lids, stunning ocean view
Embracing every word
Hear the wind whispers your name
Come with me
Drown with me
Into the abyss of loving rain
Embrace this moment as I draw you in with words
Release you with the warmth -------I was there
I Share--I take
I LOVE--I HATE
Into my arms
I am the charm
Around your neck
Around your wrist
Listen to the voice from my beating heart
The freedom of touch
The freedom of speech.
Like the wind
I'll find my way
Into your heart
Arouse the cheerful energy
Of your insecurity and pen
Follow me into the sea
There we will fall into the deep
Build sand castles
Around dreams of reality
Slip into my aura light
Set to the rhythm of the oceanic night
Now, listen to the breeze
It's called out your name
It's only a matter of time----------------
You'll find yourself calling out...... mine
Dedicated to all my loving friends & fans :-)
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013
'Twas a sound I thought alarming, most assuredly disarming;
Up I rose from peaceful slumber to discern what it might be.
While my candle flickered, wavered; whilst my heartbeat halted, quavered,
At my window I was favoured by it sounding, dreadfully-
In the darkness loudly pounding- drawing nearer, dreadfully
As if calling out to me.
When the window I unshuttered, as my heart so wildly fluttered
Sounded forth the sound, and nearer, sounded forth so dismally:
And I heard the tempest sighing, through the trees and chimneys crying,
As if left alone and dying by some God-forsaken sea-
Quite forsaken, quite abandoned by the inky, lifeless sea,
Just as black as black can be.
There I stood a moment longer as the wailing winds grew stronger.
'Tis, I thought, but silly fancies dreamed imaginatively;
For there's nothing coming, leaving, and the night can be deceiving;
Yes, the wind was only breathing on the ancient maple tree,
Which was rapping on the shutters in the night, incessantly-
This was all that it could be.
Then a furious arctic guster gathered might and main and muster
And with hands so cold and clammy put my candle out while he
Wrapped his chilling hands around me, in his frozen grip he bound me;
I, his presence all around me groaned and grumbled in the dark;
As I groped and griped and stumbled, groaned and grumbled in the dark-
While he laughed so wickedly.
To the window, pitter-patter, I rehasped it with a clatter
Then relit and watched my candle as it flamed assuredly,
While it lit the old surroundings; but then how my heart was pounding!
As I gazed at the astounding standing on my posted bed,
Perched above the feathered pillows where I rest my weary head,
Perched there unashamedly.
"Ah," said I, "this nameless flutter sounding, pounding on the shutter
It was only this dear fellow trying so determinedly
To gain entrance to my dwelling, all to bring this piece of spelling,
And there really is no telling who has sent him here to me
'Till I read the little letter fastened on below his knee,
That he bears so cheerfully.
I undid the purple ribbon tied about the charming pigeon,
Quite forgetful of his presence as I read absorbedly.
I spent little time deciding who had sent this piece of writing,
For it bore me happy tidings in a hand I knew so well;
In a cheerful, laughing manner, so it was not hard to tell
That it was from my Melody.
"My favourite ribbon, I've untied it from my hair and wrapped inside it
All the words I wish to say, but am too far to tell to thee."
From this point and on hereafter I omit her words of laughter,
Words that make my heart beat faster; words that stop it suddenly:
Words that make me melancholy; words that make me shout with glee-
Words sent by my Melody.
When I'd traced each perfect letter, I was thinking clearer, better;
I set out some feed and water for my friend, repentantly.
"Pigeon," said I, "rest beside me; walls and roof shall safely hide thee
From the tempest roaring blindly o'er the inky, lifeless sea."
And I squinted through the shadows where he perched there silently;
Resting, sleeping peacefully.
Drawing near, I kissed him gently, thinking all the while intently
That the very place I kissed him once was cradled tenderly
By the hand I wish was holding onto mine, and deftly molding
Into mine, and mine enfolding, that of her who wrote to me;
That of her so far away across the inky, lifeless sea-
That of dearest Melody.
Entered In Kelly Deschler's Contest, "The Raven"
Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2014
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, Sponsor.
Copyright © Gregory R Barden | Year Posted 2018
Drawn to her chants
we run to her
rhythmic is her mood
in all her glory
we walk with her
fluid is her grace
her steely blues
are dreamy today
sharing spheres of giving light ~
meditative is our spirit
and haunting is her song.
August 16, 2018
Copyright © Susan Ashley | Year Posted 2018
Sun golden shining warm upon the back speaks
wind cutting cold chills freezing thoughts held
captivating love standing a vigil faraway dream
Touching warm fingers of light in a deep blue painted sky
bewitching clouds gunbarrel grey shooting magic wishes
silver shading arrow points out into the softest peach charms spells
Everything spellbinding shines amazing beautiful enchanting
snow covered mountains cold winds howling and whistling tunes
bells in the distance calls you're the rock one clings to on Trawbrega's shores
Drawing behind the eyes wind bellowing whispers a blessing tides turn waves
inside joy burns one candle warmly flickering happiness butterflies dance
blue blazes to see the soul of a deeply treasured jewel forever sings
Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015
It stands on a hill overlooking the bay drenched in ocean spray
That cedar shake house where I used to live high above the Fundy bay
A well trodden path leads from its door on to a winding road
Flanked by ditches where Morning Glories and Sea Salt roses grow
That winding road comes to an end at the shore of ‘Evermore’
A magical place where seagulls soar above the ocean’s roar
Lavender walls rise high in the sky through a veil of silver mist
Where the ocean shatters and falls in pieces against those lofty cliffs
And those footprints I pressed so long ago still lead me to this day
To that old house high on a hill overlooking the Fundy Bay
It is a place where the land bows down to kiss the misty tide
Where rolling waves bring memories of the place my heart resides
Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2011
I was the one with the color-blue eyes,
you were the wind on the sea.
Of all the oceans tossed by your kiss
why did it have to be me?
Pardon this wind for causing the wave.
One as free-spirited as I
was myself surprised, your gravity called,
your lips I could not deny.
A soaring breeze calms not a sea
and I would be remiss,
to think my journey to your heart
began with but a kiss.
Why would you wonder, oh King of the deep
did you not feel the spark, the magic?
You wound my heart, with thoughts that start
to doubt my intent, it’s tragic.
Indeed I felt it, burning deep,
your spark inflamed desire.
Enraptured now, I long for more,
my heart a raging fire.
Arise, my King, from current doubt
and begin to breathe anew.
Haven't I hovered long enough
for you to get a clue?
Bend, oh Queen, yield your will
and we will rise above,
the ebb and tide of mortal bane
swept away in love.
Into your ocean I'll sail my vessel
on a course set sound as stone.
Prepare yourself oh majesty
for I will share your throne.
A Collaborative Write by KIM PATRICE NUNEZ and JOHN WULF
16 April 2015
Poem of the Day - 18 April 2015
Copyright © KP Nunez | Year Posted 2015
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
No litter, no rules, no society scent,
just peninsula pure soul content, ideally lent.
Awed and wowed with arms stretched wide,
I stand on Key’s narrow road on narrow land,
surrounded by two sea gems and their sand.
This dream road sea-drowns, down south’s horizon
and thrills my innocence without even trying.
Western growth is dense and a fence in Gulf’s yard.
Her wave’s sirens are blue-salt diamonds
and I am mesmerized by their titan climbing.
East unfolds turquoise enchantments unmarred –
The playful, poetic Atlantic off guard,
bewitching and hypnotic in regard.
Dazzled, I sit in the sea, shoulders deep.
Powder soft ocean floor thrones me nicely.
I could sit the day in this sea so sultry.
Flirty, allusive, emerald joys leap
as languid, luscious wet meets sun’s glee,
sending my senses high where memories keep.
These expressive ocean blues and greens
are of patterns and ways, I have never seen.
Sensual and graceful, each sea touch is delight –
as soothing in feel as pleasure in my sight.
Before me spreads endless bounty of ocean glean.
Under Florida-kissed skies, I sit wet and serene.
Kai Michael Neumann's In The Moment of Time
Copyright © CayCay Jennings | Year Posted 2016
Allay, my heart ...
Pray, hush your cadence ...
For the sacred sake of unsated thirst
Beg thy thrums to be not now abounding.
Each dream comes haunting, dusted in dusk
Every sentimental pluck of your syrupy strings
Beckons her back to my yearnings, interminable
Every wistful pang is strummed by her affect on me.
This place, dipped in the dripping mist of morning
Echoes things quite beyond my words ... of her
'Tis no forte for flowery phrase can capture it
No poetic capacity worthy of its description.
It pulls and mills my spirit like the ebb of the briny blue
But to its most dark, stinging, brumal depths.
She was such a visceral part of my fibre ...
From the quintessence of deep, dreaming slumber
To the first nascent meandering of each wish-flavored morning
(Her sublime taste still seasoning my mouth ... and my mentalities).
From the uncommon commonplace of teatime sun in her tresses
To the chipped-edge porcelain puddles of the mocking moon
Cackling at my fevered foolishness for its glint in her eyes
Or for her skin, when she'd dip her toes in pale pools of twilight.
My core breathed her like youth breathes rebellion
And the cells of her pressed on my emotions, infused my blood
Coursing like the fire of a drug through my arteries.
Never ... ne'er did I touch her
But to write secret stories on her skin
Fingertips spelling out sexy words in cursive
Or focusing the intent of my heart to a simple caress -
A brush of her shoulder, a graze of her cheek
A stroke to put her hair behind her ear
A pillow-deep hug - full of warmth and security
A gentle pat of her knee
Or a grasp of her hand ... like heaven!
Each finger married to the spaces between mine, like perfect dovetail.
This place, to some, is just that - a place
But it was OUR place, you see, and it sighs of US
Deeply, forlornly, achingly ...
The wash of the waves is but the whisper of her name
The salt-sea fresh air aromas are her perfume
The feel of the cool sand under each footstep
Is but a soft memory of the tender, tousled passion we shared
And this dark, misty day
Is the remnant of my heart ...
The melancholy that drips from my spirit to the well of days gone.
I shall not come here again, though I love it so ...
Oh, how I adore this place and all it means
But if I ever return, it will claim me ...
It will swallow me as time has swallowed her
It will transform me to this damp, dour, graying mist
And I'll be lost to the wind and the dark
Just as surely as she is lost ...
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Best Free Verse Poem October thru December 2017" Poetry Contest, John Hamilton, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Broken-Hearted Poems" Poetry Contest, Broken Wings, Judge & Sponsor.
* Written October 5, 2017, and submitted November 11, 2017, for the "Choose A Topic" Poetry Contest, Russell Sivey, Judge & Sponsor, (not yet judged). My topic is "Heartbreak and Loss". *
Copyright © Gregory R Barden | Year Posted 2017
Turned and tossed like toys
Riding the mighty waves
Their master does what he wilt
To them his humble slaves
Rudely he flings their boats asunder
But calm can be his days
He is his own Master Wild
Unrepentant in his ways
His moods can change quite quickly
From sparkling blues to greys
From lapping shores so softly
To howling roaring waves
Dark skinned men with coal black eyes
Bear their humble offering
To their Mighty God of the Sea
Lowly fishing boats they bring
There are some days when kind he is
They leave with catch intact
But there are others when he demands
The rights to his contract
Their women sit on the shores
Their eyes in trance like state
They pray the Mighty Sea God
Who decides their husband’s fate
Will he be of better mood today
With offerings that they’ve sought
Garlands of scented sandal wood
From the wild woods they have brought
Dark skinned men return with catch
Bursting through the seams
With laughter ringing out they’ve come back home
In scented sandalwood dreams
Copyright © Maria Williams | Year Posted 2017
Angel of the seas
Dancing in the flame beneath a candles flickered light
Moving between shadows on the floor
My every thought now focused on the beauty I have seen
Standing present on a distant shore
Caressing waves do drench her skin, to shimmer soft and sweet
As walls I find about me steadfast true
With only but this window do I witness every need
This vision that does flood my mind of you
Delicate the grains of sand which capture where you are
Upon the golden wings of whispered seas
While I alas, do fight the ways that keep me ever gone
Now praying as I fall upon my knees
Such beauty on the shoreline with the breezes in your hair
Feel this love which flows upon the wind
There atop a rainbow near a lighthouse proudly stands
Beginnings that I cherish once again
Cast apart these shackles which so tightly hold me down
Bound about my feet so I shan’t flee
Solid is the lock it seems now forged of hardened dreams
Yours is but the love which holds the key
Lift me with your crescent smile as bright as any moon
Place your eyes upon this tear stained face
Take me by the hand and lead me far away from here
Hand in hand along the sand to trace
We shall leave our footprints on the beach that you call home
Rows of two now waiting out the tide
Open up your wings so I may fall into your heart
Lock my love away so deep inside
Show me the enchantment that shall free my lonely soul
Teach on the waves of waters pure
Hold me as I long for you my angel of the seas
Endless as these oceans to endure
Yep, I am in ocean and beach mode tonight. :)
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2016
A young mermaid from old Shangri-La
Had a Math quiz right after her spa
So she thought, “What to wear,
That will make the boys stare?”
Then she picked out her best algae-bra!
Copyright © Dean Wood | Year Posted 2018
Pacific beauty, garland of shimmering pastels
Textures and colors astound, deep in your ocean heart
Your court is larger than any kingdom on Earth
And hosts grand balls and parties,
Shimmering schools of fish dance in unison
Anemones gather by the thousands
Each more vibrant than the next
Grand plumes of algae sway like great banners
In the streets of your endless coral cities,
Lost happily in orange towers
All fathoms deep, cradled by warm currents
Erupting and tumbling and breathing,
The jealous coast watches, the winds bow down
Salt and scales glitter like stars in your sky
Oh magnificent belle of Queensland!
All Hail The Great Barrier Reef!
For PD's "7 wonders of the ancient or new world" contest
Copyright © Jeremy Martin | Year Posted 2013
As the last opalescent glow of sunset
I sail this ship alone
towards a crimson horizon
over a starlit sea
to the soft lapping of waves
which lullaby my destiny
I sail this ship alone
far from the coral sand
far from the pebbled beach
far from my sun-kissed land
Tonight there is no moon
but there's a sparkle in the sky
a starry night so still
filled with beacons of bright light
Tomorrow births a new dawn
a song within a dream
meadows of yellow buttercups
and fields of evergreen
Tomorrow I'll be greeted
by a pink-winged butterfly
a host of daffodils, and golden dandelions
a rose within a smile
Tomorrow I stroll along a new shore
feel fresh salt spray on my cheek
dance bare-foot in the wind
as Spring whispers on the breeze.
Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2014
Don't rush to wash off the sea salt
drying on your skin;
the hopes it carries from other oceans,
those remain yet to be seen.
Copyright © A.O. Taner | Year Posted 2016
From the mouth of the ocean and the eye of the wave
You erupt in my being and leap from my grave;
A lover so gloomy, yet dreadfully bright
You're clothed with darkness but crowned with light.
You come in the spark, you soar with the fire
The mist is your pillow, the tornado your choir;
I will kiss you to sleep on the wild ocean crest
A sleeping volcano, an earthquake at rest.
When you feel the earth move under your feet
The sun will bathe you with her sultry heat;
Let not the stars dim the light in your eyes
Let not my passion find you unwise,
For all that you are is to be all that you can
For you are the dream, you are my man.
Copyright © elizabeth wesley | Year Posted 2011
The sun and moon conceived a star
shooting through time and space
born within the ocean
delivered upon its waves
while Beethoven's sonatas softly played
nightly gales whispered those tunes to all the seashells
beach sand passed through coral reefs
as soles of lovers feet tread buried in beach fires deep
begging the earth most humbly to draw a breath
but over the cliff the hurricane's wind blew until death
from those turbulent ocean waters came a sailor's truth
watching a passing ship with broken sails and ghostly crew
waiting as death cast it's ending shadow old, yet new
sending those born in ocean waves back to the waters blue
in birth and death none shall overcome casting us away to where
everything was once created in it's hidden depths
and there began an understanding between birth and death, a truce
Inspired by: John F. Kennedy." We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea, whether it is to sail or to watch - we are going back from whence we came."
Copyright © Danielle Wise Baxter | Year Posted 2012
Making Love In Jamaica At The Iconic James Bond Beach
It is a sun splashed day;
the air is silent with the sound of waves
the ocean is moving to the rhythm of crying gulls.
The fine white sand underneath our feet is warm.
The crashing waters from a small wind sculpted waterfall swims
into the arms of its mother sea.
It is a private beach at a spot in the world
where the Caribbean Sea and the Atlantic Ocean meld.
It is a wanting sensation of hot then cold, that teases the senses.
The beach is deserted it is only me and the love of my life.
The golden rays of light from the bright morning star
lives in the flow of her platinum blond hair.
In her eyes I can see the bright clear ocean,
with a piercing love glare that beckons me.
Her red lips, her light drenched skin glows
with the beauty of this perfect Jamaican day.
Without a thought I grab the back of her head,
jerking my lover's whole body towards me
locking her in the strength of my grasp
inviting her to quench my desire.
I bite her lips before engaging in a deep passionate kiss
remove her barely there bikini from her statuesque figure.
She embraces me as I lift her in my arms
naked for all the Gods to observe.
I set her down under the refreshing flow of the rushing waterfall.
She attempts to pull at me, but I deny her,
hold back both her arms and use my mouth
to suckle her, all the time absorbing the beating waters
that kneads my flesh like so much dough.
Suddenly I set her free.
like a lioness
a lioness in heat
for the taste of flesh.
The world dissappears
I find myself willingly trapped in a void of marvel.
Nature's voice conducts
an orchestra of emotions.
We writhe in the ecstasy of touch
as a series of divine strokes
finger paints portraits of rapture.
We dance slow to the precise notes
of a symphony of love into the arms of serenity.
In one fluid movement our bodies become one.
There is no end to the flavors we consume.
Cooling waters flame our sins.
We explode like a building imploding
gracefully to the roar of a white sound.
we pass out
locked in each others arms.
When we awaken
we find ourselves lying on
the fine white sand beach.
in the telling shades
of a Jamaican suntan.
Sponsor: Justin Bordner
Contest Name: Make Love To Me
In That Ancient Place
Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014