Long Sandcastle Poems

Note to Readers of Previous Versions:
There are so many new vignettes scattered throughout the poem that I hope you will reread the whole thing! There are many new GEMS, improvements to previous verses and improved...

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Choices and decisions,                                ...

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In the blinded moments,
Before the mist rises over the tumbling surf…
Blueness tempting awake my dreams,
A heartbeat from the flaming blaze,
Sunshine pouring through the clusters of 
Feathery clouds, like the breath of peace
Aroused from the falling...

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"Love...ultimate truth in life,    
                  came tiptoeing, whispering...murmuring...tinkling" - by Poet    

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Candy floss, seaside rock, smoothies, and flags sporting
Union Jacks
Replace the old traditions of striped deckchairs 
And Kiss-Me-Quick hats.
Chipwicks for our salt and vinegar fries
And their pole-and-line freshly caught local Cod;
The Vintners Parrot: For thick sizzling...

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One day a placid platypus was playing in a kitchen. He had discovered that there was often much to sort and much to sort was often much fun. Other platypuses did not realise how much...

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Picture a man’s solitary stroll on a sandy seaside,
Early time of day, just a short time after low tide,
Water almost calm, gentle waves lapping the shore,
Early morning sun brilliantly blazing the horizon.
Feel the wonderful breeze…smell...

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They dragged my mother away
kicking and screaming
arms outstretched towards
my little sister
who lay dying on the ground
her lips parched
her eyes sunken
her wasted arms reaching out
“Myreik (Mother), don’t leave me!”
 
My father pulled my mother away 
the...

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I left her behind
emaciated
I left her
dying
I left her
I left her
I wanted to die there with her
there in the desert
where I left my mother
there where the stench of the dead and the dying 
filled the air
I...

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When I came upon the ancient temple
it was in a howling storm of a sand
arid dust blinding me to everything I am
 
I had staggered across the thirsting deserts
while dreaming of the water
I held within my...

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You are..

The first hour of morning delight
A lonesome afterglow of twilight
A fatigued afternoon, slowly passing for only an hour.
You are..
All day round a maple leaf, a fallen Aesop, elsewhere  
You are..
Folding daylong a solid...

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Mind softened, 
watching fusions 
of saffron strips
merge with scarlet hues,
elegantly charming 
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Beauty

Beauty is all around me, in a million different things.
The silvery haired, wrinkled face of one that has impenetrable memories
She smiles and longs for someone, anyone to bust her out of her prison of silence.
It...

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The sky turns grey and a bird sings a song.
Sun is hiding truth and lies;right and wrong.
Clouds drift into shapes imagination does create. 
A butterfly smiles knowing the caterpillar’s fate. 
The branches of a tall...

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(Originally wrote it as a song, but I like it like this as well.)

A shooting star
make a wish,
give me a kiss
on the hood of the car
I taste your lips,
it's the sweetest thing.
We're all alone
while the...

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I.  The coming storm…

Looking into the distance along a windswept beach. Feeling the vast vault of alabaster sky. High! Feeling the cooling winds, as the waves crash and the clouds boil. 

The dark horizon...

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Heart Washed Ashore

“The sun of my reason has set.  
My thoughts have set sail and 
My heart was washed ashore last night.
Take me to the bottom of the ocean. 
There, I will build you...

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A morning walk along the beach has some lovely consequences…I
t is the best way I can think of to wake up all the senses.

With your first step you feel the coolness of a breeze against...

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A Pity-Pillow So Comfy
Placed & Plumped Consolingly
It Is Plush & Puffed With Feeling Sad
and Sulking Sorrowfully

Upon Hues of Blue & Charcoal-Lead
I Heavily Lowered My Bowed Head
As My Pity-Pillow's  Pushy-Perfume
Overwhelmed My Canopy Bed

Silken-Sorrow, It Softly...

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Yes, the boy continued working
as people ran on by -
kicking up the sun-dried sand
which stung his little eye.

The beach was full of castles,
sand castles great and tall.
The artists had great patience as
the crowd was held...

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Every time I get happy
the Nana-Hex 
comes through.
A dog's canines 
change into chainsaws,
toothpicks turn into knives,
coral reefs diverge into dirty sponges,
a sandcastle into a mausoleum,
a soldier-ant burrows deeper
into my borrowed grave,
reveille trumpets tap 
a tip-toed...

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"All of us are on a journey and the answers are unspoken" Quote by _Constance La France 


The song I usually sing is one of self-love,
What I wish you'll believe, akin a moon above.
My hands...

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Painting You

Before painting, I first sketch you
In my mind’s eye…To compose
The lines, shapes, shadows and lights, 
That work altogether to form a semblant sight
Of you for any relative, friend or acquaintance…

Next, I embrace the required...

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Your angelic girlhood I ruined
And your upscale lifestyle you abandoned
To lull the little me while I groaned
And nourish the frail me as I matured
All because in me you hoped
But to take back you never lived
Because...

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When I woke up today, it was kind of tough.

Yawn!
I stretched and I tossed, sunk back down to think about stuff.

My imagination was still dreaming, as it was waking up from sleep.

As I thought about...

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