Best Toward The Sea Poems
A little daydream, like a butterfly
into my absent mind came fluttering,
in pink and blue pastel. Then to and fro,
it flitted as its wings began to grow.
Above those rainbow wings, I was sitting
as the giant butterfly went flitting
through a field of buttercups. We flew
then toward the sea which sparkled azure blue.
The flying marvel tilted, dropping me
into the crystal waters of the sea.
My body changed upon my daydream’s whim,
and I could breathe beneath the sea and swim.
A mermaid I’d become with hair so long.
I swam to shore and sang a siren’s song.
Sun sank! My lovely daydream slipped away
and left me on my beach towel where I lay.
Jan. 20, 2017
Play Not A Dirge When I Am Gone
Play not a dirge when I am gone;
light no candles, not even one.
A treasured poem would be enough
to mark my end when curtain’s drawn.
Hold no sad wakes to honor me
some happy poems, I’d rather be
recited on a night for friends
then spread my ashes o'er the sea.
And wonder not nor be afraid
if less of love you have conveyed;
you’re part of me and that’s enough,
while life’s not fair, I’m not dismayed.
If comes a time that you remember
that one fine day in November,
then send a kiss toward the sea
and just forget this fly in amber.*
When I Am Dead My Dearest
by Cristina Georgina Rossetti
When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.
I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain:
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
And haply may forget.
*fly in amber - noun, reminder of the past
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A young couple sits together on the beach
As he holds her close darkness approaches,
The sun free falls toward the sea.
Refusing to let her go he kisses her,
And whispers in her ear,
“I love you”
He lets his true feelings show
Three words so simple yet so meaningful
She smiles realizing she wants to be no where else in the world.
“Let’s never forget this” she says
60 years later…
An old couple celebrating their anniversary,
Wades into the water as the sun drops to the horizon.
Holding hands the woman looks at him with teary eyes,
“Do you remember…” she begins to say
“The first time I told you I loved you?” the man responded with a smile
“You told me never to forget” he chuckled
Tears roll down her cheeks as he holds her close
Refusing to let her go he whispers in her ear,
“Let’s never forget this”
A great tumult has occurred in the sea
agitated waves tussle and brawl in the sea
A sea, whose waters are parted,
parted by a swarming multitude of beasts, and one Great Beast
Beast, I advise you, there is a King, a Star in the Day
riding upon a white horse, Eminent and August
August and Purposed was His way
sword in hand, fetters in one
One, without uncertainly, He rode toward the sea
and with certainty His strike was dealt
Dealt, the waters were parted
by means of one blow all the beasts were smite
Smitten, all but one, the Lord of the beasts
the Daystar turned his strength to the Great Beast
The Beast, skilled and adept, was struck with one articulation
not with a song of death as its intent, but a rebuking
Rebuked, so it might not agitate the waters
fettered, so it could not provoke the sea
See now, the waters were parted
the bodies of which were two
Two parts, divided by the Daystar’s blow
one to the south and toward the north was one
One, agitated, heavy with salt, and broad as elapsed dreams
the North, tranquil and fresh. just adequate to chalice in the palms
Palms firm, the King turned His day heat to the south
and the waters evaporated, so that only pillars of salt remained
Remaining, the Daystar blessed his radiance on the North
with palms the King cupped the unsullied waters
Waters in hand He tossed them into the desiccated earth
and the waters revitalized the salted land in support of the King
And the King continued to shed light on the waters for a thousand years
for a millennium, the earth blossomed.
Blossomed for a time, a time, times five hundred times
after which, the fetters would be loosed
It was almost like twilight this morning
Grey clouds so low on the hills
Not far for rain to fall Double Kimo
Gutters rushed their burdens toward the sea
The shards of summer swirling
Winter’s finger beckons
he held me
close as one
should be
our breath shared
at that moment
we were paired
gazing outward
toward the sea
hearts free
gentle whispers
softly praise
love traced
the power of
the sea captured
within me...
I stand here looking out across the land
At sun kissed pineapple plants row by row.
Green tops on red earth outwardly expand.
Rich volcanic soil filtered throughout time
Has grown many harvests of sugarcane;
Papayas, lychee, and mangos sublime.
These islands are a melting pot of souls
Who love to surf and swim in waltzing waves,
Laze in lagoons protected by sea shoals.
Steep sweeping mountains overlook the sea
With climbing trials that lead up to hill tops,
As Earth gives birth to every plant and tree.
From precious gems and metals that abound,
To minerals and herbs to make us well,
We are blessed by Earth's bounty from the ground.
Rising Earth began with islands, you know?
As steaming lava flows toward the sea,
Hawaiians feel honor watching Earth grow.
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March 13, 2016
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A peculiar sight at the river mouth,
A flock of birds flying to the south,
It kind of caught me way off guard,
As I headed to work in my car.
A thick white frost adorned the grass,
As my fowl friends flew on past,
I wandered if they planned to nest,
Muttering thoughts upon frosty breath.
We continued toward the ice blue sky,
'Till I noticed out of the corner of my eye,
Bulging storm clouds behind the hills,
With more toward the sea further still.
My feathered friends proved quite wise.
Settling for freezing cold but dry,
With a howling storm in their backs,
You're better off worse than being in that.
(C) 2016 PJ Bayliss
Gazing upon the firefly hovering and then, whisking away amid blithe ~
Luminescent wings sweeping such ponderings; aside
Illuminating sunlit prisms within these, countless hues....
Waters washing times carved boulders as they journey toward the sea
Soon to be met by Spring tide melding and together they shall be ~
Centuries softly whispering into my ears; Half Dome, calling towards the heavens
Adorned in Her coat of virgin snow and oh, how spectacular She seems
Eyes which beckon to close aneath these, thresholds dreams....
Darkened lashes dividing unto such opulent spheres of sight
Visions crossing the tangible temporal tides as wings that soar ~
Meeting a Silvertail Hawk amid the tree top wherein, She smiles at myself
Set upon athenaeums assemblage swelling through my soul....
Taken to flight this warmth of the quatorial sky, now kissing Her lips
Assimilation pouring from the tips; ambrosias heartbeat ~
Pulsation; as that of a baby whom cries whilst reaching for the stars
Welcome to existence this, breath of life....
Reverberating jewels of wisdom to be given; these pearls of light
Silently peering beyond the chromatic firefly; fluttering reflections as prisms inside ~
Half Dome dressed in Her virgins white, pristine smile; beautiful
Luminescent whisperings and Spring tide thresholds
Mother nature and Father times, ions of love now, entwined
Euphorias waters of verdant making their way towards the sea and, into the child
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...."Chasing Butterflies" ~
Near the ground
here at home in the west
A separate territory,
a hymn
to
the sea and
the sky
The eye catches
drifting clouds ~
as
gloss images
with lace
from grandma's time
20/08/2021
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Don’t Mourn for Me
When I am gone, don’t mourn for me,
Just look around, I’m in everything you see.
I’ll be in the dew that comes during the night,
You’ll find me in each snow flake that comes with the light.
You know me, for I’ll be heaven bound,
But just look and you’ll see me all around.
You can see me in the gentle morning breeze,
Or see me in the songbird perched high in the trees.
Look on our deck; see the roses growing there,
You will find me in the aroma of the early morning air.
You can see me in the moon beam that comes from the sky,
You can see me as the birds begin to fly.
Look toward the sea, as it glistens in the sun,
You can see me in the fisherman as he starts his run.
God made all these things for us to see,
That is why I’ll be in them, because I know He made me.
©2012 Lynn B Glover
Edward Kenway was a pirate
He sailed the Spanish Main
He plundered British merchant ships
And the Galleons of Spain
Once he was a farmer
He walked behind the plough
But now he ploughed the oceans deep
He was a pirate now
He started as a deckhand
Till his bravery won through
Then he became a captain bold
And ruled a pirate crew
He sailed into Nassau
And he took that town
It was then the British Government
Ruled they must take him down
One bright sunny morning
The fleet sailed into the bay
They were British Men of War
They were going to make him pay
But captain Kenway had a plan
He knew what they must do
He slowly drained his pint of ale
The stood to face his crew
Come on lads we'll to the fort
Make them taste the cannon ball
If we surrender now me boys
They'll surely hang us all
Kenway occupied the fort
Behind its strong stone walls
He knew he had the greatest chance
To make the British fall
He had a dozen cannons
Set toward the sea
He swore an oath upon his sword
That he'd keep Nassau free
The oath that he made to them
Did his men inspire
They all swore to do the same
As the British opened fire
They felt the ramparts shudder
As the heavy metal balls
Flew through the air and thudded
Into the fortress walls
But Kenway stood before his men
And this speech he made
Fire your cannons at them boys
Lets make them afraid
We will make them shake with fear
They'll turn and run and then
They will always rue the day
They messed with Kenway's men
The pirates fired the cannons
Two British ships went down
But one hundred troops stormed the beach
They were trying to take the town
But Kenway had prepared right well
He had men upon that shore
Hidden under canvas sails
Ready for the war
The troops were taken by surprise
The pirates did attack
The were outnumbered three to one
But they sent them running back
Kenway's cannons fired again
And four more ships did sink
All the pirates roared huzzah
As they sank into the drink
Fourteen British men of war
Limped out of the bay
Their sails were torn their hulls were holed
As they sailed away
Through the years many tales were told
The legend slowly grew
Of how the British Navy
Were crushed by Kenway's crew
TO BE BROKEN IS TO BE HONEST
Voice: Space Cadet (Wesley C)
The sand is a warm window;
from the sill,
I watch skiffs in the distance sail away from me.
Sea opens to self-sought solitude.
That one day, distant lands became familiar playground
for children of men, cruelly joined in time and place,
by dice thrown into air, dimpled cubes with my name
and theirs.
I hear those children laugh in their sunny day, ice cream innocence.
Their language a sound from once familiar foreign land.
I stand in pain, refuse the hand that asks
to help
And wonder:
if to be a child
is to be honest,
am I blind
to their askance stares? With each step will I
leave behind their glares?
As I lift my head from my feet, with eyes toward the sea, my scars
are only reflections of the footprints they perceive to be as me:
Lines in the flesh-colored sand,
wilted under uneven sea edges, remainders of the battle of separation.
Craters, crimson petals blemished in the glass sun.
A lonely pursuit.
A sand rose's stigmata on my chest.
Silence polished on my window reflection.
Yet I gleam, my back to a windowless beach:
With each day's dusk,
we all fracture,
light decays
myriad aspects
etched experiences
To be broken
is to be honest
The river remembers
When the first man came to drink,
And the ice cold April melt
Of a heavy March snow
That fell a century ago.
It was a narrow, struggling stream
Searching for its way between the hills.
The old river knows everything.
It is full of suffering; toppling
And gnawing at the bedrock.
Its’ pummeled banks are punished
With uncountable raindrops
Upon raindrops.
My oar trudges the haunted water.
The old river holds many things,
Dead branches, bones and shadows.
Silent creatures dwell in its’ dark swirls.
It holds the misplaced things,
Ray-Bans, fishing lures and flip-flops.
The river is afflicted as a woman’s heart;
Keeping its’ secrets in the deep
Cold basement of the underneath.
It holds many tears
And wayward spirits that loom
On sleepy layers of river mist.
My oar trudges the turbulent tears.
A rushing torment carries them away.
The old river flows on and on,
Pushing its’ burden toward the sea,
And still the river remains.
A mountain stream
Laughing, longing, lasting
Through moments, wishes
Gentle vibrations
Craving the breathless
Praise flowing over
Smooth stones, racing free
Toward the sea of
Whispering grace
Breathing melodies
Beneath the shadows
Of humility and prayer
A humble farewell
As rainfall and dewdrops
Caress the misty morn
Rich hues of hope
Falling lightly
Against silent thoughts
Imagination, inspiration
Alive, dancing eagerly
Lighting the heart
With ambiences
Of faith, praise
Softly calling, scrutinizing
Searching for love
Among the stars
Who gaze at the liquid
Lulling naked thoughts
Into easy reveries
Dreams of serenity
Reflecting on the sun
Rays of comprehension
Bidding my soul
Kind adventures
Through graceful sprays
Of hungry moisture
Thriving on the inside
Where colors of love
Light up the whole world
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