Long Oceanside Poems

THE GREATEST GENERATION
by

JOHN M. ARRIBAS



Many Have Called Them the Greatest Generation
They Had Struggled and Survived, an Ugly Depression
It Was an Era of Hard Times and Simple Diversions
Like Bank Night, Singalongs  and Picnic Excursions
Band Concerts...

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We're now in the year 6555, and I am feeling happy and so alive,
Above, sunshine pours like honey, as along the oceanside I drive.

Wind whips my hair around, beneath skies a deep sparkling blue,
Like the...

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BEAUTIFUL BEACHES, A Letter to Daniel
By Curtis Johnson

Hi Daniel,

There once was a man living high on a mountain whose name was Harry
Mt. St. Helen was threatening  to blow its top, and everyone started to...

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Our suffering merits the celestial, gentle waves bearing the message of love.
I venture not to fall sleep, and keep absorbing nature's enchanting spell, enough mourning in anguish, and revive!
"The old world keep unfolding in your...

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*JUST A CHANCE*

Give me a life line and let's make real those fairy tales you once dreamt of
The wonderland isn't too far
It is closer and more fun than the said Disneyland 
It's just by the...

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Mitigating migrating mermaids mingle marvellously. But only after consuming an oyster. Oysters can be quite operatic and operas are neither optical illusions nor organised instruments either. It is within the waves that patterns form. Darting...

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Where the waves break
And sea foam rises
The crisp sound of the ocean
Echoes in the cavernous openings
Of private oceanside caves.
Waters rise and recede
As time passes through.
Sunlit moments slightly shaded
By rock shadows floating by.
Caressed by tropical breezes,
Spritzed...

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She sits in silence at the end of day
Beside the fire that barely warms the air
Her mind in anguish, threads that tend to fray
Companionless, within a room austere.

	Like a carousel swirling around me
	Are faces, places,...

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As we walked the warm air broke and swept over me like waves.
I puffed on a sweet cigar 
passing the seafood placed down by the marina.
“we went the wrong way.”
The boats locked behind a cage...

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She sits in silence at the end of day
Beside the fire that barely warms the air
Her mind in anguish, threads that tend to fray
Companionless, within a room austere.

	Like a carousel swirling around me
	Are faces, places,...

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Well and I sit here waiting for face book to come back up
I can't help but to think of a certain love...seems like yesterday
well I was the symphony and you were the play but like...

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Have you ever let your mind sit under a cherry blossom tree
The poetic renewal massages the stress away the same way as the beach waves
Copy and paste, lying next to you is like closing your...

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By Dawne Zacharias

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 This is the story of Albert Bligh,
who painted a boathouse upon the sky.
Albert was as bored, as bored could be;
he’d grown up in a house high in a tree.

Albert had a bigger dream, you...

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Dreaming sleeplessly
I'm in a deep sleep regardless
Of what you say thotlessly 
Damage the distress in progress
You sent me letters and emails
Thank you...I'd like to say Thank You
Every time I walk - five thousand fails
Thank you...

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Corpus Christi in the southern region of the United States
Named by a Spanish explorer, Alonso Álvarez de Pineda, and mates.

As he discovered the lush semitropical bay, an American city
on the Western Texas coast; Christian feast...

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Far away by the oceanside  I sit and watch the seagulls fly
inside a pale orange sun that has yet to warm a reposing sand
Over by the boardwalk the air still hums of yesterday's feet
two...

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Ocean’s seagulls are magical the older woman thought.
Her cat was thinking a seagull sandwich is what he ought.
Each on a beach chair, they sat in silence side by side.
Each with their own thoughts by the...

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By Dawne Zacharias 
                    
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Facing life on my own,
at first I was unable to see.
That I was never alone, 
I shared my life with the sea.

There to greet me in the morning,
the moment I opened my eyes.
Calling to me...

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The Man in the Moon is smiling,
Or so it has been said.
But what makes him grin so
I ponder inside my head?
Could it be, from his perch
Gazing upon Mother Earth,
The beauty I am sure he beholds
Bringing...

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