Best Seashores Poems
I'm an estuary of ivy-furs,
sleeping in monsoonal moonglades of love~
as the savannah sun of sunset blurs,
slowly unveiling stars with golden glove.
When russet- fairies twirl in a bronze lake,
singing with springs of watermelon wand,
an untouched summer unfurls behind ache,
lacing twilights with lush wishes, so fond.
Garden of grapefruit, doesn't forbid faith,
exotic eyes paint life with a rare art,
where hilly hues drape seashores ~ daisy-bathe,
my muse weaves magic on the 'bay of heart'.
I sketch musky infernos with kohl ink
when dead wings of flurry moon lace my
copper blue lashes and ripples
of faith crash furthest seashores,
Draping stelliform-soul
in strokes of starlight
which drizzle as
lemon drops
upon
pink
sheet-
canvas,
So when red
letters twirl like
blood stained cranberries,
rose-gold amulets will
always save the salted flesh
of sun and wildflowers shall shine
as magenta peony-bows in
maroon hair-strings, forever breathing dreams.
I furl myself…
in au revoir ruins …
within selfish flames
of a femme fatale,
where black pearl roses
weep with the ghosts of gold ~
grounded in the
glamorous requiem
with the grace of glittering glitz,
but in these gardens of grief,
I mourn with
the flawless footnotes
of grim obsidian mirage ~
groomed with faces
that forget
the patronus prose ,
petrified by
soul-stirred sunsets
with purple pigments …
I learned how to live unkissed, until ~
this emotion steered me
to the eclipse of heat ,
raining love riots …
even if it were
my imagination
and the moon tonight ,
were an honest manipulator -
O destined god of my dreams
let me melt in your lucid love-fire -
be the siren for sizzling seashores ,
and wake up with the wave ~
that whispers, whirling the halo
of white crescent wings …
as I need you …
within smooth strokes ~
that worship your
whistling heartbeat,
…and we dissolve
with devotion,
in the delusive design
of dusk-blush maroons ,
fading into
the evening evanescence
as those sun drops
glimmer with citrine stars ~
and I wear this
galactic wine pendant ...
in the paradise
of this dulcet demigoddess
weeping
~ smokes of d e s i r e ~
Holding On To Love (Ten Word Challenge - 2)
Not even the TACTILE, brown sands of time can erase
my Beloved’s LUSCIOUS taste. BITTERSWEET dreams
wrapped in pink ribbons arouse my soul like QUIESCENT,
rhythmic raindrops tip-tip-toeing on AMBIVALENT seashores.
FLAMBOYANT and ARCANE as a rare, white peacock,
my Beloved is the QUINTESSENCE of my being.
His love requires not the IMMOLATION of self.
For he’s my INTERCESSOR guiding me through
the shadows of night into the clarity of day.
11-13-2016
Contest: Ten Word Challenge - 2
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Placement: 2nd
Dandelions, babies crying
walking in the woods,
astronomy, philosophy
chickadees and childhood.
Speckled trout, (a technical knock-out)
strawberries red and sweet,
winter, spring, summer, fall
Butterfinger and little "Twinkie" treats.
Dragon flies, questions why
There’s anything at all,
Making mistakes baking cup cakes
Cumulous clouds and rainfall.
Dancing, prancing and romancing
singing by-gone songs,
Christmas giving, loving, living
here at home and gone.
Wishing wells, magic spells
rivers, lakes, seashores,
children growing never knowing
what's in store.
Big parades in sun and shade
wild animals in the park,
ice cold beer and someone near
when comets pass in the dark.
Climbing mountains, drinking fountains
Liars, tricksters, cheats,
Saving grace and holiness
And poetry that speaks.
Dishes, wishes
and a pocketful of dreams,
Timbuctoo, Kalamazoo
New York and New Orleans.
And boats that sail watching whales
reading, writing books,
never-ending always spending
money on good looks.
History, wizardry and mysteries
inside a grain of sand,
life and death like old Macbeth
we may never understand.
Barefoot in the sand I walk the seashore, carefree
taking mental snapshots of you and me;
Living in the sanctuary of your natural agility
I am a womb in you, both beautiful and free.
When you pour me out my soul refreshes,
some say you are water but I say you are life.
Recaptured, I regain my sanity and dignity
and for this, I thank you water;
The seashores are quenched by your ebb and flow
and your eternal movements, are my Saving Grace;
You are self sufficient and unanimously rhythmed
and in your cadence even the mermaids rejoice,
as they dip their tails and siren your decree.
Oh sea, you are just a kiss away from me,
when I'm in your presence nothing in this world
matters, anymore.
In cerebral moments of euphoria
we allow the mind to wander
where the body wishes to fly
where waves wash along seashores
anecdotal to our new found virgin sky
in fissures we do fuse
igniting within a spark
an inner euphoric battle
epic
killing off of time and space
we are one with the night
beheld in the blackness of trust
crushed by stone
and stirred
until we are strong
cast to the grail
of one another
inseperable
like the wind
filling holes
we rise above
the rubble
tossed across the sand
Away I drift…
From right here and right now
Free of bonds…
Anchored to worldly pains
Here lays exposed…
My strength, my heart, my essence
Upon the precipice…
Riding away on the only true freedom
Resting in sunlight…
On green New England seashores
Endless Waves washing…
Away the aches and troubled sorrow
Laying here I desire…
No stability, no purpose, no weight
Less the power of heart…
To release momentary responsibility
In this place I have loved…
And felt it’s purity of redemption
I have been the scholar…
And the open learned pupil
It’s here I give of myself…
Knowing I will gain from the effort
Here I gain true wealth…
Beyond the treasures of mans avarice
For a moment I transpire…
Outside the boundaries of body
A wearied welcome traveler…
Entering an undiscovered country
Allowed by the azure skies…
To drift within this calm and peaceful realm
Until the call of the Thrush…
Brings my minds eye back to focus
Summer Seashore
Hot August nights - the heat stands still
Starfish on beaches wait for tidepools to fill
Summer phosphorus - stardust on tides
Leaves sparkling footprints - on seashores abides
Rippled sands meet with a sly rogue wave
Steals kisses from the shore - stargazer knave.
5-19-21
Contest: Charm Me
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
I used to wonder where love lives,
I found her by the waters,
In the white foam of the seashores,
On the sands of the sea-daughters
Shining brightly, stepping harsh
Slightly under the glow of the skies stars
I saw her, pondering on her own reflection
As it glistened in the waters.
They say beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.
So radiant her beauty blinded me in an instant,
The force that drew me, that stole my heart, her affliction;
The opposite of narcissus'.
She blew me her sweet kisses,
From the edge of the waters rocks,
As I stumbled tired from war,
Hard breathed knock kneed,
The little breath I had she stole away from me,
Pain wreathed through my lungs,
In place of air my remedy were her sweet locks
Intertwined they climbed, the marine fibers,
They formed the crown and sat above her smiling face
That framed the ocean sapphires,
Love charms hidden behind their liquid glaze.
Under their gaze, I was so far gone
Too weak to understand what was going wrong.
The heat of the flames of my captivity,
The water spirits and their bonds
From my heart to her own tightened
Entangled in the messy knot fools call love.
The rituals and songs of the water world trapped me.
And as bail I gave my heart and its prose
I held her in my ruff palms, through pains and chills
Closer and closer, The Little Mermaid, The Blue Rose
The water spirit though lucid, still
Her thorns cutting deeper, deeper till
My heart broke
A land that captures your attention;
encapsulate your thoughts of natural beauty and tranquility
A land of divine sunshine.
A place of seashores; a land with momentum water drop falls, exquisite white
sand beaches, winding rivers and streams.
Famous for its dazzling and enchanting creatures.
Picturesque greenery with blue mahoes, palms and coconut trees,
A place of much flora and fauna;
with dandelions, roses and lilies.
From plains to valleys to beautiful species of birds and bees.
A land with people,
people of different pride and creed.
Our rock solid history of hardship and struggle to a future of power and strength.
A land of much energy.
Our thrilling reggae music led by the great Bob Marley
Courtney Walsh, Merlene Ottey and Veronica Campbell legends of sport.
A land with rich food and culture
Oh can we forget our: rice and peas, jerk chicken and pork, boiled bananas,
ackee and saltfish and rundun.
This place that distinguishes us from the rest.
Yes! a land full of flavour our land Jamaica.
~Seashells~
(Hotan)
Seashells are pretty
They're nice, very colorful
Can be found at the seashores
By the sea
Walking at the beach
There, they show
For our very eyes
As waves lapping come and go,
With the ebb and flow.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2010
May.09.2017
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain-
~Author's Notes:
The " Hotan " is a Japanese syllabic poetry form or style. The Hotan is a combination of a Haiku (hokku = ho) and a Tanka (tan).
In a perfect world
Mesmerising sunrise
to effulgence of moon,
Mysteries manifold
unveiling nature's boon,
Morning hymns
and melody of chirps,
Vibrant colours of flowers
as butterflies flutter,
Calm oceans depths
while rowdy seashores,
So much to cherish
to thrive and nurture,
Endless love and emotions,
His immense blessings,
We indeed are living
in a perfect world !!
But for the upcoming greed
cropping up selfishness,
The anger and animosity,
enmity going malignant,
aftermath wars.
Till we could awaken
incite kindness of hearts,
Rise above inequality
and shun digression,
Whip wild thoughts out
and embrace humanity.
To be truly living...
In a perfect world,
And in perfection !!
Written Feb 17th, 2016
Awarded N/A
Entered for contest"Second chance" by Broken wings
Entered for "Premiere contest no 13" by SKAT A
Winter's time is over which ushers spring in,
Slowly young plants sprout from the soil on brightday ,
Migrate birds hover still and fish on seashores,
Camping will come soon.
Beneath sullied cloth, hastily covered
chain of seashells nestled
soundless, threads of an old story.
Your eyes, beneath lashes that catch
snow—I see the deep blue
sea of Junlado,
waves shining grey before the setting sun.
What are you doing here in the frozen north?
You came from seashores
cherry blossoms raining upon
your brown upturned face
dreaming of another world, you beautiful fool.
There is no other world when we
all suffer beneath endless winter.
Pity, a sweet face lined and streaked;
I watch it as you pour wine.
I, merely a wanderer
in rags, as we all are.
But I am strong, dear child.
Let me not see those purest tears
forming, unforming within
sinless eyes—
what are you doing here?
Go back
Go back to your land.
Swim, there, forget, in the bluegrey
Let joyful pearls make pure a salty sea.
We all suffer, but
you
at least
deserve to go back.