Cotton clouds sail as sun brighten rim sinks,
embrace and drinks the boundless
and restless ocean bosom
of mosaic green and blue hues.
Sonorous sounds escape
through hum breathless cold waves motion
as waves break listless and crawl up inland shore.
Ocean spun foam churn by winds and waves
rest atop the warm golden grains of sand's canvas.
Above emptiness seagulls squawking,
scavenging for food as they soar above.
Wave eases before moving back
into the ocean's blackness depth,
leaving freewheel briny breeze.
Enthralling poetic playground of lapping ocean waves;
its grace untouchable in its deepest depth.
9/22/2021
O'' Contest, New Poems Poetry Contest 3. Ocean
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Murmur ambience above the endless
horizon freewheel briny breeze filled sea.
Nascent movements from their shells come to be
unfurled winks, life beating hearts is timeless.
Calm hums over the ocean and appease
the emotional storm; where bright blue sky
meets the indigo sea, cap speechify
sea foam waves roll into shore shortly ease
before moving back into the sea depth.
With a deep breath of woven weariness
emerge with no utter rebuff weakness
white salt spray in its size and greatest breadth.
Gems of life marine mammals, coral, fish,
turtles, seabirds, rays, octopus, and starfish.
8/13/2019
Poetry Contest: 'Your best sonnet July-December 2019'
Sponsored By: John Hamilton
Murmur ambience
above and beyond
freewheel breeze filled sea.
Nascent from their shells,
unfurl winks, feeling
white salt spray of waves.
10/30/2017
Death of a Dream
Written: By Tom Wright
January 2015
At edge of night
Lies a junkyard,
Where locked away,
Is each un-kept promise
Empty dream or unmet goal.
From here, finality,
For time knows no reversal.
We freewheel through life,
Seemingly without purpose,
Delaying things,
For a more opportune day,
A day, that seldom arrives.
Dreams should never find their way to the scrapheap of life,
Make yours count for something;
Tom
I understand and respect the way you feel.
I know a desire to be sexy is your freewheel.
you eat once a day ....since May you never betray.
keep holding on just for more few days and you will be a keel.
by: 2clean #Limerick
Seasons turn
The rains are here again
Your heart I have tilled
Ready for planting
This love I possess
This seed.
Eager it is
This feeling in me
Naughty and urging.
Wholesome and true
With direction and purpose
It drives to you.
Meandering like rivers
Avoiding obstacles on its course
With freewheel and drive
It approaches you
Yes to your reservoir
There it wants to hold.
Yearning and dry
Like the sands
It wants to absorb
Every little love drop you let go
What you let fall
It will take it all.
Tuneful and melodious
Songs of a courting bird
These words that sing deep in my soul
That I compose for you
Challenging for a dance
When they fall on your ears.
DRIFTING
our
feelings
subside as
we go with the
flow
PASSION FOR CYCLING
Coast to coast across England in one day
A hundred miles in one trip.
Bike like a rocket each sprocket fits its socket
With well oiled smoothness of clockwork
Feels good as chain clunks from one socket to the next
And the ticking whirring of freewheel
And zipping noise of fast tires on flat ashphalt
Hum a song to me as I lean over into the bend
And the bike leans with me.
Smooth road; never mind the few bumps;
And air so fresh you could eat it in lumps.
Aroma of York’s chocolate ten miles away,
Bread-baking and brewing downwind of Carlisle
Make me ready for dinner. And the strong
Odour of fish in North Shields,
Stink of cattle feed outside Goole,
Sickly smell of plastics factory, oil newly-refined,
Makes you see even if you’re blind.
Makes me want to pedal for home.
When you speak to me don't shout.
Don't force your opinion -
there's no need.
Hear the gentle persuasion of
subtlety. The lilting poetry
of seduction.
When you want me don't pounce!
Don't force your masculinity -
there's no need.
Listen to the rhythm of sexual
symmetry. The sensual exchange
of chemistry.
Be gentle in this brutal world;
Subtle tones not garish colours;
sensitive handling of one another.
Its all too loud, too cruel,
too brash, too selfish.
Jagged edges no smooth finish.
Life's such a rush, a dash, contention.
Road racing, no time for meandering.
Turn down the volume.
Freewheel, foot off the pedal.
Power down ego and power up your heart.
Discover sensitivity,
you'll be surprised!
So when you speak to me - don't shout!
There's no need. I can hear you