Long Sands Poems
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The eyes are the window into the soul.
A passageway into the darkest nights
of deepest dreams.
To the eternal nightmares of ancient lands
Where streets run as veins in a twisted city, evermore.
A sphere of obsidian and crimson cradled on black sands
locked by the earth's bleak womb.
To a dead city where white wraiths go to fade.
Where fires of hell, damnations souls dwell...
Burn bone into oblong boxes of stone…
Where life is stillborn…
Awaken to deaths, dear mistress.
Thrust into the dark bank dust.
Here I sit & reflect on this rusted earth.
Where your friends are enemies…
Ones that can never trust…
In the night's deepest dreams…
My soul is bound to purgatory.
Watching windows made of EYES, eternal!
Piercing into every secret sacred heart
Home to twisted desires…
Lost in all that expires…
Windows into deep soul…
Dreams echoes of worlds unknown!
From heaven to Valhalla!
From Hades to the graves!
The City of Perdition stands eternal
as my soul roams. Raves!
A passageway into the darkest
nights of deepest dreams.
To the eternal nightmares of the ancient soul.
Were streets are drenched in blood-like veins
in a twisted city, evermore!
Nevermore!
I look into dark gray steel towers.
A sphere of obsidian and crimson
cradled by the earth's stark womb.
To a dead city, where fires
of hell & souls damned, dwell!
I burn to bone in oblong boxes
of stone in blackened earth
My home...
Evidence cannot and will not be denied
When there is concrete evidence on a computer,
Or from photos, or slides or testing or patents;
That is what it is!
Call it disinformation all that you want
To cave into that is letting denial take over
And putting you and your loved ones at risk!
To avoid researching, when lies spread like wildfire is reckless
Lives are on the line and this is the reality we face
Unity is needed at a dangerous time like this
Truth is the blazing torch to light the way
New things are thrown at us every single day
If you want peace, courage, love and healing,
Acknowledgement is the only way!
Heidi Sands
4/30/22
Please no more ambush on our men and women in blue.
It is not Justice only revenge and does nothing good for you.
You are stealing the innocent on our streets, as we sit back and cry.
Leaving wives, husbands, children and friends grieving good bye.
Someone may have done you harm, but random attacks don’t fix it.
There is no purpose to be filled, the candle burnt when it was lit.
Tears flow in streets from your actions, flowers for memorials grown.
These officers work to keep us safe, now work broken losing their own.
Please stop and think, just for a moment, you can turn that page
Any way better for your voice to be heard, instead of this heartless rage.
**I have tied a blue ribbon on a tree, started by the wives of the fallen ones.
It is time to support them any way we can. If we don’t, this evil has won.
Heidi Sands
Twilight slowly arrives with quiet sadness from afar
I look up at the sky and ask, why, why, why?
People caring less, but together we are all a shining star
Stomping on other’s feelings, is an outcry
With respect fading behind lines that are blurred
I look up at the sky and ask, why, why, why?
The birds have gone silent, there is not a word
As if they flew from an aura of sadness, on the hill
With respect fading behind lines that are blurred
Nature speaks to me kindly, maybe people will
Let's take flight and fly together with all our might
As if they flew from an aura of sadness, on the hill
Encouragement matters to us in all levels of flight
We walk our own paths, but these open skies we share
Let’s take flight and fly together with all of our might
We can learn to fly, migrate together with special care
Twilight slowly arrives with quiet sadness from afar
We walk our own paths, but these open skies we share
People caring less, but together we are all a shining star
Heidi Sands
8/6/17
Bone Beach 10-19-24
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Bone Beach
Over barren beachheads,
Where ephemeral waves roil,
Shattered tides
Wonder of life left behind
In empty wombs that once bore pearls.
A cemetery of fleshless carrions remains
In bleached bone
To build conundrums of calcium,
Birthed in youthful rings,
In relics of festive gluttony
Without tombstones.
Abandoned
Sanctuaries, exposed,
Burn like bare flesh
From raw rays of solar outrage.
Expectant chrysalis of spiral greyness,
Chilled in the journey of cochlear moons,
Builds upon a barren shell a welcoming host
For renewal rising from churning waves -
A symbol of resurrection from stone sands.
New life grows bones
In grey dreams
On cast-aways.
I dreamed the wind
could talk to the sea
he whispered quietly,
“Lets travel a mile
our ease set free”
Trembling in awe
of the windy king,
she rode the eddy’s
to what would it bring?
Not a word
passed his lips,
not a sound
but silence fits
They traveled together
wind in hand,
washing and blowing
across the sands
Eventually,
his gust blew out,
weary he rested
and looked about
Blowing so soft
he rippled a wave,
sensuous foaming
a tide is made
Thinking that silence
would be lifelong,
the sea went out
moon rides begun
Now a sentinel
for the four winds,
I watch the moon
as the sea does rescind
A MOMENT IN ETERNAL TIME
Pearly lilies nodding heads
At eve loitering in garden,
Crescent Moon about to peep.
Crackling sound of fencing gate raised alarm all on a sudden.
I turned my face and miracle flashed.
Enchanted, mesmerized, I felt blurred vision,
Seemed an illusion!
I saw you entering after long twenty years.
My blood in flood rushed to heart.
Heart skipped beats.
Eternal flow of time took momentary pause.
Your casual smile acknowledged me,
as if we are visiting frequent.
You admire color of flowers resembling pomegranate.
I offered a pretty posy of lilies.
My first and last gift to greet.
Could not remember! Whether!
I felt tender touch of your finger!
But that moment stands still in my life.
Moon does not change phase, but stays crescent
And till then I am living in that moment.
06/10/18
' In The Moment' Contest by Heidi Sands
Second Place
Ebony skies a backdrop for salty,
sweet staccato ecstasy
a tune of elation.
Ivory limbs play out crescendos
upon seabed gems, crystalline towers,
aquamarine dreams and tortoise shell agates;
pink anemone and corals
wave-dance amid swaying
amber Carolina sands.
Octopii link arms
in a mesmerizing reel,
as scorpion tails tip-tap out rhythm
on on the cannon of a skeletal ship.
Stroboscopic eels keep the beat;
using their bodies to form lyrics.
Upon his chariot-throne of Lapis-Lazuli and Gold,
escorted by dolphins, rides the king
and festivities have begun.
It’s all good at
Neptune’s annual Briny Ball;
come dive down for some fun!
Arriving here at last at the house beside the sea
Through open red gate we are keen to explore her
Each room so unique with its very own persona
Full of calming vibrations and her welcoming aura
Charming works of art are displayed upon her walls
With fascinating artifacts from all around the World
Travel books galore from Bangkok to Cote d'Azur
Transporting us to foreign climes - our stress is now unfurled
We awaken every morn at the very crack of dawn
To the beauty of a sunrise full of red and orange hues
Such a glorious way for us to start a brand new day
Standing on our balcony we catch the most spectacular view
And then to the sea ~ her rock pools full of treasures
Displaying each and every day her many shades of blue
Upon the sands her daily ebb and flow creating sculptures
As a string of her white horses comes galloping through
Now we prepare to leave this stunning house beside the sea
Many thanks are left behind from all the family
So packing up our bags we bid our final farewell
And vow we will return one day ~ my family and me
2nd September 2019
Inspired by a week away at the most awesome house – it was on the beach…
Contest Strand Pick J
Sponsor Brian Strand
HONORABLE MENTION
I could never understand
the festive stories that were told
of the making of snowmen.
but I was building sandcastles
upon beaches with sands of gold.
I could never understand
the festive stories that were told
of frostbites and binding blizzard snow.
when I was getting sunburnt
by ray`s of blinding light.
I could never understand
how we celebrated the birth of one
who was against materialisation
but yet we bought and spent big
I could never understand
how we celebrated the birth of one
who walked with the poor
but yet greed was our guiding light.
I could never understand
how we celebrated the birth of one
who helped the starving
but yet we feasted till we nearly burst.