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Please Daddy, can we build just one more
Just one more castle on the ocean’s door
Build a sandcastle better than all before
Can we build one more before we leave the shore
I can still hear her begging me in that soft, sweet voice
As if as her Daddy I even had a choice
There is nothing I wouldn’t do for her as her eyes grew moist
So, more sand in the bucket I would start to hoist
But summer days soon gave way to boys
And sandcastles were forgotten like her dolls and toys
The sounds of rolling waves were just background noise
Daddy couldn’t entice her to join me with vacation ploys
Before I knew it we were worlds apart
I sat alone on the beach with a heavy heart
The formation of a sandcastle I couldn’t even start
Without my daughter beside me to share in the art
The castles she chased were ruled by bogus kings
She kept reaching for the next golden ring
She found solace in drugs and in other things
Now in a plane, a coffin, her body brings
Please Daddy, can we build just one more
Just one more castle on the ocean’s door
Build a sandcastle better than all before
Can we build one more before we leave the shore
by Joe Flach
I wish to go back to a time that Never Was
To a land of Rainbows and Butterflies
Recreate and redefine
Fool my mind
Care free laughter
Building sandcastle
Holding hands
A world of atta boy and job well done
Playing with friends
Back yard tire swings
Report cards with A's
Building a tree house with dad
Baseball and hotdogs
A proud hand patting my head
Growing up in a family home
A place where true love is shown
Ice tea served on a porch
Running through sprinklers
While mom and dad look on
Growing up
Feeling secure
Hands that are only lifted in praise
Life long friendships
Shared experiences
No sad memories stuck in my mind
If only it could be real
But perhaps if I believe I can make it true
A past that was soaked in sunshine
With a cloudy sky transformed to blue
We'll be forever building gold mines
from scrap metal and taking
recycled energy to cosmic levels
through third eye
We'll go un-noticed until the heavens turn
or if our chakras are not aligned
constantly diverting negative thoughts
through our meditative lights
We'll build a sandcastle from determination
and live life on the edge,
fulfilling divine order and witnessing creation,
living in the now and staying ahead
We'll tip the earth off it's axis
and trick subconscious mind states into submission
You can catch us in the wind transcending counter reactions
Bi-passing illusions of circumstances
We'll have an abundance of the maximum
Enough love energy for all who attract our path
We'll be the ones in the light
asking for nothing in return but peace
at last
The world is festering with wounds,...
Men driling in the earth think they can tunnel a way out.
Only rot will be with you.
Reap what you sow!
A famine now soils your shores
Made in China
Its all a scam you f**king fools
It feasts upon your soul like a gapping lions jaw.
I use the consciousness as a get away trip too.
Smoke one under big door vapors
I stole that from warcloud because you dont know who is really who...
Whody who
The fake owl god demands your sacrifice
Offer up the loot of your womb
Your wicked world will burn
Moarn
In its dawning and bloody pool
You bathe in mens sorrows..
How you delute the truth.
May God be with you, for if not
He will demand repayment, reap his harvest
The end of you.
Woe comes
I can hear it trampling
War horns sync and intune
Four horsemen are coming
Now you will see what the black mirror
Your doom.
When dawn approaches some my fall
While others agreeably consume the truth
Breath of light, casting shadows over the night
Soothing stars and moon in her gentle embrace
Hurling nervous sea against beaches so white
Gentling the surf with a calm time can’t erase
Cobalt sprays fall against the sandcastle reefs
Stirring wells of euphonious tones of grace
Mists of joy, glazing the trembling cloverleafs
Sunlight glow murmuring peace to the coastline
Sand dollar stories emitting soul beliefs
Playing through my heart, songs no man can define
Bruised thoughts fill my mind, singing praises to Him,
Who guides my spirit, causing my light to shine
Across the beach, into the sea, hearts will swim
Compelled by laughter, joy seeks the light so still
Jesus wants more than just living on a whim
He loves His children and means their hearts to fill
He amazes, nothing can be more real
Love deeper than the sun who eases dawn’s chill
Dew drenched mists flow across quiet seas to heal
These are the days God gave to ease our spirit
He is the light to whom I’ll forever kneel
Walk in the light, there’s no reason to fear it
His tears are falling on the wind, just hear it
Written: April 13, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Constance La France
Quote: "Let the water settle and you will see the moon and stars mirrored in your being," By Rumi
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Oat flakes float over the pale golden sky,
A white moon floats easily over land awry,
A shining reflection waltzes in your brown eye.
Your golden shade suits my dulcet face,
Glaucous clouds wrap seagulls as they pace,
Roses chilly hands ignite your heated place.
Soak it all in while I built a sandcastle—our empire,
A soft, wild cry from the coast, where we fire,
Seashells, salt and sand spats, our hearts wire.
Postcard-worthy memories cram my halcyon mind,
I'm catching a glimpse of moon face from behind.
the streets are scarred for good and we know it
after the hits of untamed hearts
after this abstract damage of cyclic returnings
there's a window in my chest
a sight of iron garden and crystal steam
where colour of poplars recalls
moss in the living room
and her veins in the dark
the skies are striped of equinox sabbath
over the cities full of empty people
cities full of mannequins
over the valleys of sordid poppies
perfumed mists and magnetic trees
as my shoes walk around the moonlit woods
through cobblestone plains, by mythic fields
the war of kisses rages in gravel pits
on days like these
these octagon days
and there's a storm in the kitchen sink
there's debris for dinner
the orchestra of germs in a room of dahlia
invokes all the nymphomaniac angels
all air rats and arachnid armies
with passion of cold-blooded lovers
oh, what a circus!
that's why my luggage is haunted
in floodlands, ready to depart
for the taxidermy heaven
for I'm the king of the sandcastle
just a smoke child on a paper planet
with glass floors and concrete shoes
and yellow lorries in umbrella lakes
with my brain lantern and pet mallacoderm
the rabid rooster will guide my way
down the bronze boulevard
with chocolate six-shooter in my hand
only because the streets are scarred by our love
and we know it
Sandcastle on the Shore
*Poem based on Richard Harris's
singing, "MacArthur Park."
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Like a child, playing with wet sand,
I tried to keep our sandcastle
together with these very small,
dimpled, suntanned hands.
But the ocean waves coming in,
were infinitely far stronger than
me!
And our castle was being eaten by
the monster sea.
I can't forget our sunny days
at that sentimental beach!
When we thought creating such
a thing was really out of our reach.
Now, you are gone and I recall,
you waving at me from the rear
window of your family car.
As you did, a large wave came!
And our sandcastle and you,
are forever missing.
My little girl heart, oh,how it still
weeps, in this toasty,warm summer
night...
It took us so lomg to make it,
and I know, that I will never be able
rebuild our sandcastle again!
Oh, no!
July 30, 2019
4pm PST
He held her little soft chubby hand in his
As they walked along the waters edge in the sand
She chatted and giggled continuously
As they strolled hand in hand
The ocean was crystal clear
It shimmered in the suns gentle rays
Activities and sounds of enjoyment abound
On this perfect summers day
He intently watched this precious little being
As she happily played with her bucket and spade
Making a sandcastle with water and shells
Oblivious to all, entranced in her sandcastle crusade
His heavy heart ached as he watched her play
Never had he felt so unsure and alone
How can he tell this happy precious little being
That mummy has gone to heaven and won’t be coming home
I met angels on Ormand Beach. It was at the end of a long week and a large drink we’d called Screaming Jesus—vodka, grape soda, and stalks of rosemary. My husband and I were dug in near a sandcastle collapsing—our marriage spread as thin as sunscreen, when legions of seraphim appeared between the loamy, gray-brown waves. They murmured phrases neither of us understood—still don't. But we joke about how much DNA we left in that hotel room, the sun-blistered skins we shed, our discarded selves hoovered up by housekeeping, buried in an anonymous Florida landfill. Believe me, or don’t, I’ll never forget the sage of those graygolden halos—rusted-silver carabiners secured to spikes, driven into the hands of heaven.
creeping thyme
perennial landscape—
innocent as grass