Best Swim Against The Tide Poems
The sun is slowly rising and a soft wind gently blows
We are heading for the beach to feel the sand between our toes
There is something about the summer sun and a walk along the shore
That tends to put your world at peace as you hear the ocean's roar
The sound of children's laughter and the smell of tanning lotion
The taste of salt in the air from the mist coming off of the ocean
Sea gulls against a clear blue sky and a ship with its' sails set
These are days that will live in our memory, days we'll never forget
There are palm trees, music and a carousel as you make your way along
And a young woman in a bikini, her body swaying to an island song
There is a rhythm to the pounding surf, unchanging day to day
That tends to ease a troubled mind and take your blues away
Will you join me in a summer walk and be there at my side
Will you run with me into the water and swim against the tide
There's a bench out on the boardwalk, we can sit a while and talk
Then head back home together as we finish our summer walk.
My father had a passion to swim in the open sea
He used to shout, come on,” *Babu, will teach you”.
But never had the courage to respect his calls due.
While I sat on the sand watching his swimming glee.
One day he caught me and threw me in the water
Splashing hands here and there I learnt it sooner
Happy inheriting that passion of my father forever
Those were the days of the Second World War.
A Japanese ship was into the Arabian sea anchored
We had a bet to swim up to the ship, touched duly
And came back to the shore with the tide safely.
I learnt a lesson to swim against the tide undeterred.
Taking part in a speech competition extempore
Narrating the experience of the successful swimming
Got addicted to the passion of theatrics unknowing.
My first stage appearance shedding the stage fear
Head and foot engrossed in the activities of the theatre.
In Paris’s National Theatre my old passion was fulfilled
After 40 years, in1989, dramatized, acted and directed
“La Tartuffe” of Moliere called France’s Shakespeare.
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*****I have placed some pictures related to the poem on my blog******
(It is written in Rhyme, enclosed rhyme and Quatrains)
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* Babu is my nickname. At present I am living in Windsor, Canada with my daughter
Luna who has named her son BABU after me. I asked Babu let us go swimming
and I will teach you swimming. But he said he already knows swimming.
That has inspired me to write this poem for Babu.
Life’s ocean of colors carries me
home. Red and blue waves flow into you
and days gone by. I am afloat, often
rolling over and under its surf, a tidal wave
reflected violet like a mountaintop
draped in stars falling from Heaven,
or a calm, lavender spray of salty mist
mirrored by a distant midwinter sun.
Insecure moments rise and fall when withered
limbs tread through vast waters, the tips
of my toes unable to touch sand. I want to sleep
in the deep, wrapped warm in dreams of families
aglow on golden shores with nimble fingers
of children churning sand, seagulls circling picnics
and hovering mothers who see every baby step
with protective eyes. I am helpless in dreams
that remind me of a desired fantasy and a long-gone
memory. I feel alone in dark waters. I cradle
my innocence. Once, in a watery womb, we all felt
secure, nourished, wanted. We felt loved
in our newness, born to conquer stormy seas.
Never were we meant to survive alone. If I could
swim against the tide, I’d breathe in air
from farthest horizons and nearest rivers
leading me home, even if the waters receded
to nothing. Tomorrow may come,
and I may paddle north in search of love.
I might give in and rest on your shores.
Written 3/24/17
I've never been one to follow others like sheep
I'm not afraid to stand up for what I believe
Not loved by everyone
but I strive for goodness truth and peace
I fight against injustice
and provide a voice for those
who cannot speak
A protector of the victimised
and the weak
I may at times
swim against the tide
for what I know is right
I often make mistakes
but my conscience
is clear when I go to bed at night
Don't judge me if you don't know me
I'm not going to change for anyone but God
There's much more to me than you can see
But what ever I am
I try to be anyone else
But Me.
Peter Dome.Copyright.2012.
In times of affliction
I raise a voice.
A pain in my heart
Difficult to disguise.
A tale of wrong
You cannot deny.
A wound so deep,
It makes me cry.
Delicate and subtle,
But sublime by nature.
Chosen for you,
From the Greatest Protector.
Like a pearl in a shell,
You can trust your beauty
I never let the devils
Obstruct my duty.
But you chose me not.
You ditched my care.
Like a flower shedding its petals,
You stand truly bare
You look at me
With an absolute hate.
You are fond of this world
and stuck to its bait.
Little you know.
Little you think.
You are made for a purpose,
Not an object of bling.
You fear the people.
You fear the crowd.
Who stand and stare,
Like shaytaan avowed.
The day you will be called.
The day you will be said.
Oh people of this ummah,
Arise and Awake!
You were given a life.
You were given a soul.
You were made perfect
And you had a goal
But you pleased the world.
And you did not stop.
You had the jannah,
But they made you swap
You have no helpers.
You have no life.
Except Allah,
The Mighty and The Wise
So you fail to understand
The inherent wisdom
Closing your eyes
Does not give you freedom
The angels witnessed,
When the scholar said:
You have no purpose here,
I will have you shred
But I laughed at his folly.
When my sister was firm:
To Allah we belong,
And to Allah we return.
The strangers who hug me,
Have held their head high.
To protect their faith,
They always stand by
They swim against the tide
To try their best
They make the word of Allah
Superior to the rest
So unite my sisters,
In every inch and corner.
Allah has given you
The greatest honour.
Your face is not an object.
Your shyness is not a waste.
Glamour is not an asset
To show-off in a haste.
A piece of cloth,
A piece of respect
A true sense of freedom,
You can surely expect.
The purpose of gender is balance and procreation.
One moon is enough for us.
Our precious moon
Has a differing purpose.
The moon reflects the sunlight
During late, dark nights.
It ensures we never find
Ourselves without light.
The moon is known as
The faithful witness in the skies.
Some mention the man in the moon.
This comes as no surprise...
His logic in the way he moves the sea;
When we stargaze, we see his face.
We imagine him whistling lullabies
While smiling down at the human race.
Others may call her female
As she glitters, shimmers and shines.
She is our ultimate gemstone.
Her beauty is sublime!
However, I have to admit,
I'm one to swim against the tide.
The moon is neither gender.
It has no masculine or feminine side.
Written 5th August 2021 - Is the Moon Male, Female or Both Contest.
You say you will, but then you won’t
Say you do and then you don’t
I’m running around in circles all the time
You tell me that you’re feeling low
Saying maybe I should go
Then the next minute you’re saying
You feel fine
It’s a catch twenty-two
Whenever I’m with you
I’m damned if I don’t
And damned if I do
I’m walking on eggshells
When I am with you
I can’t do right for doing wrong
You make the days so very long
It’s like I’m constantly trying
To swim against the tide
First a happy, then sad face
A simple word said out of place
Then suddenly it is 'pity poor me' time
It’s a catch twenty-two
Whenever I’m with you
I’m damned if I don’t
And damned if I do
I’m walking on eggshells
When I am with you
It doesn’t matter what I say or do
I’m always walking on eggshells
When I am with you.
yesterday i was young,
seawater tried to drown me lung,
i was dog paddlin alone,
in the sea, a rip was going,
taking me far from home,
i tried to swim against the tide,
didn't work, no panic side,
i headed up the coast to be,
coming out of the bloody sea,
till the current was denied,
and i reached the shore applied,
determination me....
Don
re Therese Bacha "yesterday"
Sometimes you have to swim against the tide,
at times you have fly in the face of opinion,
sometimes you have to decide which side,
that you are going to take,
there are moments when taking a stand
is the only right thing to do,
even if goes against others plans
in the end that’s just the way it is,
don’t go getting it twisted,
don’t think what you’re doing is wrong,
just because you’re not following the other fishes,
swimming in life’s pond,
sometimes you have be unique,
sometimes you need to show your individuality
on occasions you have no choice,
you have to make your voice heard
in the end that’s just the way it is,
so don’t go getting it twisted,
don’t think what you’re doing is wrong,
just because you’re not following the other fishes
swimming in life’s pond.
I knelt down at a little creek
To cure my aching thirst.
But before the water touched my cheek
It asked me something first:
“Whose reflection is this here?
Does it have a name?
It has your eyes and look of fear
Yet I know it’s not the same.”
The silent voice then went away
To leave me all alone.
And in my thoughts the question stayed,
With the answer still unknown.
I gazed into the rippled face
And, though I thought it strange,
Those eyes, that hair, the look of grace
Were once mine before I changed.
Now my eyes are dark and weary,
Worn out from hiding pain.
My tears are dry, my mind is dreary
And my life is down the drain.
So I dove into the crystal stream
To save that fragile child,
But as I leapt into the dream
The waves just glared and smiled.
The creek was winding and much too wide
The current took me fast.
I tried to swim against the tide
But I could not change the past.
In crisis we swim
Hunger for education has made us slim
The beauty of dye was washed by rain
From ignorance to ignored we leave by cain
Solidarity of the heart some withstand the pain
Minors relishing nothing from national cake
Yet,stroked to make the the cake bake
D realm of hardship By heart,bounty forsake
Indeed, Man can't swim against the tide
Needn't man run from d defamation of life guide?
We just have to go with the flow
Or take a sudden blow
For breath in this region is not for the slow
Quenching thirst with hazardous liquids
Where idle divine water is seeking employment
Zeal for success has kicked the bucket
Murderers! Daggering dreams of d young
Resulting to the Death of sale in a 'village' market
Holders of democratic wand!!
The land remains dry while u fill ur bellies
Remember! Thy breath shall cease indefinitly
And thy soul shall evaporate to be *JAMBED*
And body shall sleep undignified
If there was ever any doubt in your mind
You know that I would be the last person to leave you behind
Need or require anything, if I have it, I would give it to you, you know I would
A trouble halved is a trouble shared, sometimes problems are misunderstood
Friend or foe, you know I would treat each the same, in a time of desperation
I'm there for you if need a helping hand to save you from salvation
Sailing towards you like a lifeboat my friend
Right towards your heart and soul, this ship of friendship I send
Behind all problems an answer can be found to alleviate pain
Like the proverbial pot of gold under a rainbow, is it really there or then again
A problem may sometimes not be what it seems,
Bridge that gap between the two, you will see, they may just be dreams
Over anxiety, tiredness, they can all be thrown into the simmering pot
Troubled waters have to settle at some point, would you agree or would you not
Water is water, sometimes you drift on a calm, other times, you have to swim against the tide
I hope that my words make sense my friend, I hope that you invite them inside
Will you call around for a coffee and a chat, just us two alone
Ease the latch from your door my friend and call or pick up the telephone
Your friend, John, hopefully together, your problems we will overcome
Mind over matter is what Mum used to say and she always managed to get through her day
The bright radiant sun hits me thru
the oddly shaped clouds
Hot crystal like sand beneath my feet.
The soft touch of the ocean's breeze,
glad we could meet.
The waves crash ashore- mother natures
band.
I feel free as the angry tide tugs at
my hand.
Into the ocean I go
Swim against the tide
Let the waves take you for a midnight ride
Swim towards the moon
Yeah, I'll make it if I try
As I listen to the ocean cry.
Form:
To Whom It May Concern
If I should suddenly take my last breath
Leave my mortal coil behind
And succumb to the dark of death
Think this of me
I may have been a simple humble man
For a brief moment in space and time
Who tried to succeed in thought and deed
Followed dreams that lead to nothing
Lived and loved as I believed
Many a time misunderstood
Judged by a few ignorant others sometimes as bad
When I tried my best to be good
A heart full of love
Kindness and empathy for others
Was always at heart in my thoughts and in my blood
Far from perfect
I faced a new mighty mountain each day
Often alone
A life wasted lived in limbo
No place for my heart to call a home
A lost soul at the mercy of cruel cursing wind
Took me to places I’d rather not dwell
Within the realms and dark pits of hell
A sunny warm smile
Upon my tired weary mask
Hid the pain
I was strong too strong
Just pushed myself too far
I tried to get on
With everyone
Only human in denile
But as a butterflies wings sometimes fragile
My heart had many open festered wounds
And although I forgave
But still haunt and difficult to forget
My wounds never healed
And only God
Knew how I’d feel
Controversial outspoken
I stood up for myself
And also others
The down trodden
The unfairly treated and the weak
Giving others a voice
When they couldn’t speak
I’d often swim against the tide
Wore my heart on my sleeve
I had little to hide
Always true to myself
The treasures I sought
Money could not buy
I always seeked the truth
In a world of misconception
And lies
I leave a legacy behind
In word Written from the heart
My moments shared of kind
Of my deepest thoughts
Aspirations a dreams
The journey I’ve travelled
And the things I’ve seen
I tried in my own way
To save the world
Change hearts and minds
Influence make people think
Open the eyes of those who are blind
And spread my love and good will
To all mankind
People may judge me on my looks
But will only know the real me
By having known me
By my kindness caring nature
And the heartfelt words in my books.
Peter Dome©2019.
N-o suffering, no success,
I-t's a swim against the tide;
K-ind clime after the storm
K-ills the fear deep
I-nside.
T-wenty-first October morn
A-llows your life to succeed;
H-aving conquered the waves,
U-sing the faith that you need.
N-o pain no gain it's true,
E-very ache turns to gladness;
S-urrender not to hardship, no suffering, no success.