Coastal Poems

A Coastal City's Charm- Moonlit GenSan

Beneath the moon's soft glow, a city thrives,
Where ocean waves caress the sandy shore.
In bustling markets, fresh-caught tuna lives,
A testament to fishers' ancient lore.

The beauty of nature surrounds us here,
From rolling hills to palm trees swaying free.
GenSan's spirit, both vibrant and sincere,
Reflects the splendor of land, sky, and sea.

Losing Face

One may see puffins and parrots
any hour of the week
both birds bear a big colourful beak
the former pelagic feed on fish
and live in large colonies on coastal cliffs
tho' monogamous collectively breed as a bunch
but with renown as the Atlantic sea clown
in Iceland several are served as lunch
the latter arboreal primarily frugivorous
toco being by far the largest
are opportunistic and occasionally omnivorous
to a few prudes it may seem unseemly or rude
and yet if they stick around they'll later get down
as their chicks are seen to hatch in the nude
these avians may fly high in the sky
have the same such things as two wings and legs
and of each species the female lays eggs
but that's where similarity does stop
one puffin can do more than toucan do
in more or less of a day
after mating its pecker turns grey
and without waiting its bill it will drop

Oh Would You Look At Her

She walks along a misty path humming yesterday's tears.
A breath of a thing, only promising to run in fear.
The sky cries when she walks into the open.
The flowers fade, knowing her love is broken.
His frosty lies left bruises on her dainty lips.
Her fragile hands still remember him.
Missing his ancient soul became her hobby.
Oh would you Look at her, such a lonely body.

Coastal California

Beneath the sun-kissed sky of Coastal California's domain,
Where Pacific waves meet the land, an eternal refrain.
Golden shores stretch along the rugged terrain,
A canvas painted with nature's utmost pertain.

Majestic cliffs rise with stoic grace,
Overlooking the ocean's vast embrace.
Seagulls glide on the breeze, a ballet in the air with grace
As the salty mist weaves tales without balance.

Beneath the azure sky, dolphins play,
With joyful leaps and flips, they lead the way.
Silhouetted against the sky so sunny,
Their laughter echoes, in a complete harmony.

Whales, majestic giants of the deep,
Gracefully traverse the waters, secrets to keep.
In rhythmic dance, their tails let tales slip,
Of distant journeys and ancient trails to keep.

Surfers ride the waves with skill and grace,
Chasing the rhythm of the ocean's embrace.
As the swell rises and the tide pulls in balance,
They become one with nature, in the Pacific’s embrace.

Coastal Zeal

 
Written: November 19, 2023
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I must plunge into the seafloor. 
Out into the abyss of water and starry sky.
I utterly crave a lofty vessel. As waves roll ashore,
And the insight of the stars from high.

The wind symphony and the vortex spin
Yet the pearl sail is shaking within.
A murky haze veils the ocean's surface.
And the onset of a dismal dawn stirs us.

I must plunge into the seafloor. 
Owing to the beckoning of an ebbing wave,
An erratic and yet obvious call before.
That might not be waived.

I'd settle for a breezy day.
As cotton clouds glide across the sky.
Sputtering fog and billowing spume
And the squawking of seabirds, I presume.

I must plunge into the seafloor. 
Onward to the wandering gypsy life.
Trillions of years elapsed, and it is still pure.
Where the wind acts as a sharpened knife

The only thing I require is an ascetic tale.
Expressed humorously by a gypsy peer.
Restful sleep and lovely dreams prevail.
Finished the drawn-out mystical cheer.

Coastal Ghosts

Coastal ghosts


Out of the foam 
when a mighty wave crashed ashore
came a pair of transparent 
horses
flying mane of course
They were last seen 
galloping 
upland where the mist
was settling for the evening

Coastal Ghosts

Coastal ghosts


Out of the foam 
when a mighty wave crashed ashore
came a pair of transparent 
horses
flying mane of course
They were last seen 
galloping 
upland where the mist
was settling for the evening

Coastal

At lowest tide, you shimmer at my feet,
fluid glass thinly glazes my squirming toes
Pacific respite from today’s prevailing heat
The cycle of waves, on and on it goes,
a watered source of lifeforms grand and small
Your mollusk, Pisces, star, survive and thrive,
‘neath waters dark and deep with cloud and squall,
Your oceanic underworld abides
Above, below, each day these worlds collide
Horizons far delineate both spheres
On liquid current surge the wild things ride
Our lives lived out, separately but here,
entwined by water, air, the sand, the sea,
where waves will pass and creatures come to be.

The Last Grave

As centuries pass
The seas advance 
To take away the land. 
Lost to the waves
The ancient graves 
Reside below the sand. 

Cliffs that crumble
Remains lay humble
Eroded by the brine. 
The final tomb
To meet the spume
Clings to the shoreline.

Coastal Life

Dollop of the Sun
sugar sand sweetens the sea,
drink up coastal life.

Coastal Getaway

Tan skin and smile lines.
Breakfast diners and strong coffee.
Soft breeze and salt-encrusted waves.
Lowered windows and strange songs.
Dripping ice cream and picnic tables.
Inside jokes and evening storms.
Good books and toes in sand.
All these things go hand in hand.

Coastal Blizzard

The sky is gray, as far as the eye can see.
At midday, no light filters through.
The drab color, reflects upon the sea.
An enveloping cloud of filmy gray hue.

A winter storm was coming this way,
but a nor'Easter came instead.
Whiteout conditions, to display.
On this island, a feeling of dread.

High winds, across the island blew,
forcing the snow into drifts.
Walls of snow, with no way through,
until the gusting wind shifts.

Snow falling through the night,
to continue through tomorrow.
The dunes landscape, becomes white,
as small creatures hurridly burrow.

Upon arrival, the storm was tame,
but in time it's power grew.
A raging blizzard it became.
On this island, these events are few.

Frigid cold, the wind's bitter chill,
warning all to stay inside.
Debris flying through the air at will.
Streets flooded, by ocean's high tide.

The day will soon become night,
there is hope that the storm will move on.
In the morning, at dawn's first light,
a ray of sunshine, the storm is gone.

Quaint Coastal Setting

We parked on an old quay
Amidst a quaint coastal setting
Surrounded by platinum clouds
Minds soon interpreting 

In poise our thoughts now action
Thralled by the essence of her perfume 
No longer are we in said quandary
Now down to our birth costumes

Torso's dance in front seat tangle
Steamy windows our canopy hide
Oops! we've gone and hit the handbrake
Into the water our car now rides

Phew! within moments we disembark
Facing the actions of our cahoots
Penance our thoughts now interpret
All a quiver in our birthday suits


Written 18/02/2021

A Coastal Myth

The clarinet waves touched the moon.  

He walked like a rooster in the moonlight, 

bewitched by the music and the light. The 

caparisoned elephants swayed their heads 

to the drumbeats. A dozen half-naked virgins

danced around a bronze devil. “Human smell!” 

Everything vanished in the blackout. That 

escaped fisherman appeased the dark deity… 


With a wavering voice and goose-bumps, 

my wizened neighbor recounts thus the 

myth behind the coastal festival. I enjoy 

the false beauty. There is no analyzer in 

his thinking system. Superstition is highly 

inflammable in his illiterate inland. Such 

beliefs flourish here in the thick Fantasy 

Forest, where the reason rays never fall.

First published in The Literary Hatchet

Green Turtles

Green turtles are listed as, endangered
and are mainly found, in tropical and sub-tropical sea oceans
they are one of the largest sea turtles, to have ever embraced our oceans
 and are the only Sea Turtle herbivore, and a great sea ocean mentor

Green turtles graze on seagrasses, that helps maintain beds of seagrass
and when they have digested, going to the dunny release’s vital nutrients 
for many species of plants and animals, as they thrive with stimulants
and seagrass beds are nurseries, for species to amass their social class

Sea turtles need beaches for nesting, but humans are encroaching
and they harvest their eggs, and hunt the adults for greedy investing
Coastal development, vehicle beach traffic, and other human activities 
are destroying sea turtle nesting, and climate change is male declining

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