four pebbles ...
from brighton shore -
the souvenirs in pandemic
-- Souvenirs of Silence, Soman Gouda
Categories:
brighton, allegory, beach, deep, london,
Form: Haiku
From lofty heights the seagull spies
The weighted hands of eager guests
He circles high and swoops down low
stealing our supper as he goes ...
Meanwhile our hands now weightless feel
our appetite remains at ill
Perhaps some fleeting chance remains
to buy our supper once again.
Standing tall upon a grassy nook
wary wanderers on the sandy shore
Where the seagull is king o’er the tide
the beach is ours for the asking
and the food is his for the taking.
-Naomi Rainbow-
August 2019
Categories:
brighton, sea,
Form: Rhyme
Hand in hand strolling on the reach,
Love in your eyes, sand between your toes.
Where this will end only love knows,
Loving life on beautiful Brighton Beach.
Every second together my adoration heightens,
Every day apart more frustration creeps in.
I wait impatiently for when our new life can begin,
And we’re loving life on the Beach at Brighton.
Off home you fly now further out of reach,
Only for a minute though, you can’t stay away.
How excited I am by a raunchy midnight play,
Making love all night on beautiful Brighton Beach.
Soon my love will stay and my arms I’ll gently tighten,
Around her sexy figure for now, forever more.
Sunny days and moonlit nights on the seashore,
Living, loving always, side by side on the Beach at Brighton.
01/04/2018
Categories:
brighton, beach, i love you,
Form: Lyric
Historical Brighton,
South coast of England,
Surviving foreign sea attacks,
Declining population,
Until the roads improved,
And the train lines brought,
More traveling visitors,
Located one hour from London,
Becoming a boarding point to France,
Trading the port’s economy,
Visitors started to arrive,
King George,
Constructed the royal pavilion,
No expense spared,
Glamorous! Eccentric glory,
Later sold to the city,
A mere fifty pounds,
Tourism!
Day-trippers,
Bathing in the sea,
Said to be healing,
Was that true?
Or did people just feel better,
Away from reality,
Buildings were erected,
Great hotels,
Attractions,
The famous pier!
Making it popular,
Railways a much quicker easier way,
A quirky town for people to frequent,
Even called the hippest city,
How far has it come?
It’s gone all the way,
Popular in every aspect,
Cultural music and arts,
Millions of overnight visitors,
These modern times,
Anything goes,
Has the happiest and coolest beach,
A gay-friendly city
With fun in the sun,
Coffee shops! Bars! Boutiques,
Something for everyone,
A great place!
Brighton!
Do come.
21/01/2017
Wendy Jae
Categories:
brighton, poems,
Form: Free verse
There came a Thrush
To Brighton bridge
To her cold downy snow
Covered birch woods
Floor planks marked
By hurried prints
Trailing off
to distance errands
In its beak
There a crimson flower
As odd its place to rest
How far it must have traveled
With such a treasured gift
But no more odder
Then the hurried footsteps scattered
Along the weathered floor planks
of Brighton bridge
How places seem so certain
Save to those moments
Made up of steps
And no sooner
in wings aflutter
There the crimson flower left
Categories:
brighton, desire, environment, heart, irony,
Form: Free verse
You traced
A heart in the water
Of a rock pool
In the morning
As we still glowed
From the loving
As milk floats raced
Along the seafront and
Seagulls raided the bins
But later...
Time fell into the tide
And when we talked
It became heavily conjunctive
And we lost it all
Suddener
As we could ever have imagined
Because you never
Knew the difference
Between you
And what you said.
Categories:
brighton, loss,
Form: Free verse
Birds are coming down to rest on the
Burnt-out bones of Brighton Pier.
Wish you were here.
My eyes lie well, tell me you're here
With the birds, and the pier, and my bones
Are no longer lonely.
The burnt-out sun comes down to
Kiss the sea, and through the peering birds
Your voice is heard.
Birds are coming down to rest on the
Burnt-out bones of Brighton Pier...
And you're here.
Categories:
brighton, imagination, introspection, love, places,
Form: Rhyme
Tents of various colours in parade across the sands
It's summer time in Brighton as the sun beams down so grand
Families too many to mention, on blanketed abound
Whilst laughter resonates from the children all around
Even nature has her say as the waves caress the shore
Just like yesterday, and so many years before
Gliding terns and seagulls grace the thermal flow
As they anticipate the pickings that present them down below
Rock pools gather attraction, a learning call for the young
Explained by thoughtful parents, of how we all began
Sails of shapes and sizes appear against the blues
Boats and ships aplenty in sailing tacking cruise
My day now nears it's end, on this wonderful Brighton Beach
So many joys surround me, I'm so thankful their in my reach
Categories:
brighton, adventure, animals, family, holiday,
Form: Couplet