Best Salty Poems
Yes, love the salty ocean rocky shore,
and gaze at endless blue waves in motion;
with a restless and merciless loud roar,
I adore the wild salty ocean shore.
Waves crashing upon rocks with emotion,
all its foamy frothy saltiness pour;
with birds calling for a great commotion,
yes, love the salty ocean rocky shore.
The waves come for a countless wet encore,
the sound a loud moving locomotion;
while I stand on the rocks wanting more, more,
and gaze at endless blue waves in motion.
Visiting each day with huge devotion,
with salt on my lips I walk and explore;
waves whisper me a harmony woven,
with a restless and merciless loud roar.
In the blue sky ocean birds scream and soar,
sitting with pen finding words unspoken;
oh will not tire of it evermore,
I adore the wild salty ocean shore.
Yes, love the salty ocean . . .
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February 22, 2021
Poetry/Rondeau Redouble Modified/Yes, Love the Salty Ocean
Copyright Protected, ID 02-1331-416-22
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Salt
sponsor, Anthony Biaanco, Judged 03/10/2021
First Place
LIBRA TALE
Sweet and Sour hectic sign
Love me, trust me, the stars align
Balance of truth and dare
Good and Evil, full of care
Blind when it comes to blood line
:) PD
O' Salty tear, a mere clear drop that you are
You've emerged for a million different reasons
many of which only the shedder knows
for you've emerged in all seasons.
The season of sadness or reason of joy
the tears of grief and the tears of joy
You and your unalloyed saline taste
thou art' but an emotional waste.
O'Salty tear each time you drop into oblivion
why not vanish away with your shedder's grief?
I tell you O' tear if you're to take my opinion
oughtn't you grant your shedder full relief?
Ah but thou art' a ceaseless ocean in reserve and store
No one can be sure, he'll cry no more
When you trickle down those sad upturned lips
we know destiny perhaps made those painful slips!
You are the raindrops of a grief-clouded heart
You do emerge when two lovers have to part
Help your shedder turn over a new leaf
so you're associated less with grief.
I've watched many a jilted lover
weep all alone by the sea-side most sorrowfully
and watched tears glide down noses or pince-nez
as their salty tears merged into the salty sea.
O' Salty tear but it's time you learnt to wash away
all and any poignancy from your shedder's heart
and be such a buddy who never wishes to meet again
the tearful shedder from whom you depart!
Would an ocean form created by ditched lovers
if someone collected their fallen tears?
On the rim of the glass, there is salt all around.
This makes the drink different from a “greyhound”.
Take either gin or vodka mixed with grapefruit juice.
These ingredients can be put to good use.
It was named for any sailor experienced with the sea.
The drink maintains great popularity.
Has anybody replaced the gin or vodka with tequila?
In that way, we could call this drink a “grapefruit margarita”.
The wine in my glass
Salted by my tears
The blood from my heart
Pumps a million fears...
And day upon day
Becomes year upon years...
All this time,
I had to know...
Where you were,
And does time flow...
As slow for you,
As it has for me?
And will there ever come
A day that we...
Will speak again,
Will share our love
In wonderment
Of the stars above
And now it has
Come to pass
I share this world again
With the lass
Who's beauty lies
Inside and out,
And from the rooftop,
I long to shout...
"Thank You God!
Thank You so!"
You have brought her back
And now I know...
The flame still burns,
Burns so bright...
It turns away
The black of night...
And so I say
Miracles do come to me
See the Golden Light
And the love that must be.
What am I supposed to think? What am I supposed to say? All these lies you bottled up come sweeping, crashing with the tides. My footing's gone, the ocean real, but how am I supposed to feel? And here I am, a drowning mess, a loveless lie, I do protest. And here I am a drowning mess. So all those things you said to me? Where they just lies out of pity? So all those things you said to me? Or am I lost in salty waves? Yes I know my future's grave. Or am I lost in salty waves?And now the panic in my head, when I should be tucked up in your bed, reels and reels right here instead.I'm going down, a sinking ship, funny what name drips off my lips. It is not God, or Angles plenty, or even that I'm just damn ready To let go of the hell and the lies. I'm wishing for your gentle eyes. Or at least the way they always seemed, but perhaps that's just this salty dream. I have no clue what I'm to do! A drowning hopeless mess, for you-- think it's cute, and oh so funny, but here's the bitter truth now honey. I'm going down. There is no help. I can't be saved by God himself. I put my life, my whole world of trust, and you've thrown it away for lust. Well what the hell's a girl to do? I'm just so entranced by you!
The Ghost and Mrs. Muir, one of my favorite films, hauntingly irresistible in black and white. The sun neither rises nor sets as the words stir in the tide. Like fabric, I touch and feel the throng of poetry, and roll the plenipotentiary words between my palms like playdough.
full-throttle captain
he ponders and tugs his beard —
ethereal sea
Mrs. Muir welcomes
his salty words of times past —
this ghost is her muse
The grit on my fingers, its mineral on my tongue, its scent of salty fish I inhale, as I tap on a cordless typewriter, my billowing blouse compliments the snow-white window treatment flapping in the windswept seaside cottage - but a dream.
the sand beneath feet
bare and entertained, tickled
by my inward muse
8/1/2019
If I were to close my eyes or dare to blink
I'd sink in salty rivers of tears on my cheeks
I wonder how long the flow will continue to linger
My fingers tire but cannot wipe them all away
I feel the burdened weight of my sodden lashes
fearing the gashes in my heart will go on bleeding
June 6, 2023
Bite Size no 65 Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier
I used to claim, I'm just getting old til
a friend said, "no, seasoned", with a gentle scold.
It does sound better. I must admit, but am still
pondering which spices fit?
Was I seasoned by the sea with its salty air?
Am I spiced by my anger which at times flares?
Was I peppered by my individual journey, and all
of those people who influenced me?
Are those milder spices acquired with time, like
a touch of coriander, or a pinch of thyme?
I'm hoping to acquire a taste for sage as I
could certainly use some at this ripe old age.
Is it sweet or salty or sour?
Brimming with happiness or always dour?
Prancing, living with gaiety
Or waiting for a guillotine
Now standing forever to scour?
Here’s the best thing you should know,
if ever to Australia you go.
Don’t ever wind up as a feast,
for this voracious reptilian beast.
For your reasoning surely would be faulty,
if you ever “muck about” with a “SALTY”.
And don’t think he was born with a tooth that’s “SWEET”.
To him you are just another piece of meat.
So if you must visit his polluted “Billabong” retreat,
make sure the only thing he swallows is what you excrete!
For the Sweet or Salty contest
Tanka 9 – Salty & Sweet
confidences shared
imaginings on the air
whispering magic
salty words & sweet red wine
fill the shallows of our mouths
There once was a king who would eat
Exclusively things that were sweet.
His chefs were at fault
If he tasted salt
So their spicings were very discreet.
On the other hand, there was his queen,
Who favored a sav’ry cuisine.
She liked her food salty
Or dishes were faulty;
The cooks were betwixt and between!
for Andrea's "Sweet and Salty" contest
It was an old sailors birthday,
he went back to the docks.
He met a professional lady
they preceded then to talk.
He had been alone a long while
thought that his tide was nigh,
time to have some fun
before prices get to high!
They negotiated terms
on what he"d have to pay.
Then headed back to hers
where she would make his day.
They both got in her bed,
he set about his task.
After a couple of minutes
he felt he had to ask?
"Well, how do you think i"m doing,
am I giving you the hots?
Please tell me what you think,
give me your passing thoughts?
She replied.
"You are doing at least 3 knots,
"Knot really hard,
knot quite in,
and knot getting
your money back!
Under the moonlight
clothes drop to a silky floor
two bodies drip slow
Eyes do the talking
while tongues see the candy treat
all under night sky
Sunrise reflects us
drenched in juices of our lust
salty tasting love
"Sexy Haiku Contest"
written by Michael J Falotico