Best Onshore Poems

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a sailing tailwind
in cerulean streams
through creamsicle colored beams -
are wings reflective of turquoise truth 
and white purity 
of Autumn’s ether -

he aviates 
a clear troposphere 
riding an unbridled
capricious and combative 
boreas
on the cusp
of a new...

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White evanescent waves roll on the shore
     with such felicity of frothy bliss.
Rhapsodic sounds explode as they explore;
     present the waiting beach their foamy kiss.

Above, the dulcet sounds echo the call
     of gulls,...

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And then I took this box of blight, and cast it into the sea of forgetfulness

Once I had finally realized, that it had become a Pandora unto myself....

A portal of passage towards darkness' infiltering of my heart

To oppress and repress, within these guises of its...

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As life is in chaos and the times are stressed here are four Sonnets of the Sea to allow your mind and soul to escape...May peace and blessings come to all in these the times we find ourselves

One With the Sea

Alone on the seashore often...

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The hurricane leaped onshore
dancing with delight
unhinging the tops of buildings
releasing them into the air
like balloons
whose knots are untied
then kicking the hapless battered bottoms 
far down the road
before spinning madly on...

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My father gone these forty years,
my mother gone twenty, I remember...
the acrid smell of tobacco on my mother’s rough fingers,
as she sat, silently, in a predawn Texas coastal town,
my head in her lap, the short-wave radio crackling with static.
She strained to hear the chatter of...

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Saints gave you souls of growing 
Humans coined  you a shape of flesh 
The Sun made you bright and warming
The Moon decorated  you  soft and gentle 

Your movings liked the willow dancing
In the stream and onshore, they're winding,
You are waiting and you...

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Humiliation occurs
When pigs and monkeys roars
How a pig became a lion?
How , How a monkey roars?
That's when you stop saying NO
Humiliation occurs
When the lions are here
When the lions onshore
Pigs will be pigs
A monkey will stand for
A monkey , no less , no more...

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Gimme a wind, a harsh unforgiving March onshore slap in the face lean into and step out wind. Scrub me clean 
of all this wait and see what's next. Carry me away from these endless tomorrows. Let me see Today again 
rushing up the tide....

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Outbound calling is a given task.
Log in only in one website,he asked.
But this addiction don't know when would last.
this affecting my job,Oh no!
Am I losing my mind?
Dialling,communicating onshore.
Dealling and mocking by American people.
Do I have an option?
Chill ..I still need to go on.
Winter season, I...

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On an easy breezy day in a land far away, it came to pass
that a polar bear mother gave birth to a roly-poly ball of fur,
in a den dug deep into a bank of snow and earth.
No doubt, the cub wanted to go out to...

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I thought I would have soon forgotten your touch and even your taste but the feeling of your lips pressed against mine there was nothing sweeter I used to crave you as a whole but now I only crave to know your thoughts about me...

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she sat there with only one tear rolling alone to drip between her knees
Splattering on the tidal flow below.
Cross legged with ankles aching on wet jetty stone
Cold wet jetty stones gathered from God knows where
By God knows what and re planted to keep the harbor...

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Before us, the harbor unfurls its tapestry of lights, 
Serried jewels winking on numberless nights.
Onshore, they’re jostled in a million-starred galaxy,
Into the harbor they spill in a gleaming frenzy.
Neon tassels they are, shimmying on dark water, 
Startled by passing ships, they break and scatter.
High above,...

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would that I could
pick up reception
of celestial transmissions
with a couple'a old soup can phones
and country miles of string
(would they have harp string ring tones?)
and ask the old man
about days long ago
interrupting his labors
tilling god's fecund green fields
(most likely the back forty)
a bit east of old eden, I'm...

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