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Grethel thought she might have to protect her brother
From her psychotic father and her abusive grandmother
Where oh where had disappeared their lovely mother?
Who used to protect Grethel and Hansel, her brother?
She suggested they leave in the middle of the night.
They waited until well after midnight to take their flight.
Hansel picked up seashells, thinking they were pebbles, light.
Grethel let him have his fantasy, she felt quite right.
Your mother is gone, the wind told Grethel, but you must leave.
Your father and his mother have wickedness up their sleeve.
I will guide you to a place where you will be safe this eve.
But make haste please. Danger is here, and you had better believe.
They traveled for six nights, and slept in the woods during the days.
No one found them. For this Grethel and Hansel both gave praise.
For their home life was no place for an animal to live or to graze.
God took care of them, hiding them from their guardian’s abusive ways.
We need to camouflage you, an old crone said when they got to her.
She changed them into bears, giving them the prettiest eyes and fur.
They saw their relatives coming over the hill after this unique spell.
They chased them from that forest with their teeth bared as well.
You are safe now, the wind told them. Leaves twinkled their mirth.
Hansel and Gretel felt better now than since their birth.
They never found their mother, but they spent the rest of their time
Eating honey and berries, in woods that were safe and sublime.
Short dresses, flowery heels,
Here is the time for fun on wheels
Long nights out, laughing and sipping wine
O Moon, how silver becomes your line!
Down by the sea, days are spent dancing
Swimming or loving, summer is so pleasing!
A break from work, seems like heaven is here
On the boats, even the wind caresses like a peer!
The season of love, much revered by all
With you, nothing remains, whether ice or wall
Kisses shared on the shore,
Hearts with glee, shout, encore!
Flowers given to maidens by lovers
Flowers lovely with the essence of summer flavours
Ice creams, chocolates, shopping, sun
Oh even the policeman is such fun!
Summer, the right time to find love
Among the seashells of the cove
Or by faking a wreck on a lonely island
There, even the Devil shall bear with your stand!
Placed 9th in the contest Summer
Sponsored by Debbie Guzzi
"How sweet to the heart are the scenes of my childhood"
Samuel Woodworth, 1785-1842
my thoughts gathered like seashells on this sand
i watch this sun rise a bloodied red sphere
lifting from the sea, beneath it i stand
i am alone again, it's death i fear
yet i hear you whispering through this air
a mother's voice now tarries on my ear
i close my eyes just to see us all there
soft lonely whispers fall through ocean's sound
relentless like these moments we now share
as time waits for no one, so i have found
cherished are the seconds where you reside
in childhood memories that now astound
on the ocean's edge with you by my side
i feel a thunderous roar of my heart
wallowing over this pain that i hide
i open my eyes as you now depart
watching these gulls as their wings spread apart
november 22, 2020
Childhood Memories Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Saint Govan’s Chapel
They stood with their raincoats and rubber boots at the top of the cliff
Clothed in anger and fear they braced the elements and honoured the Saint
A hermit had lived in a fissure hewn into rocks by the tides and corrosion
The Chapel had been a later addition to weather storms for silent prayer
Souls stuck on survive they had arrived at the abyss to halt their demise
Hearts on surrender they threw caution to the wind for one final shout
‘Maybe the dolphins will offer a ride or the seagulls will take us higher’
Into clouds of salvation where their minds had failed to deliver release
He picked wild flowers and arranged a crown on her sunken head
Yellow Poppies for Peace and Wild Garlic to fend off their demons
Caressed the breeze in her hair embraced her Puffin tattoo and
Sank into her bell feathered arms seduced by kindness and hope
Raindrops fell like pearlescent seashells from a rainbow while rosaries’
Ocean spray tickled their weather worn skins and covered their sadness
Wind brushed away urchins of cobwebs and urged them to proceed
Sun rays reflected the moon as they enlightened their shadows’ horizon
Stripped to the core and essence they unlaced gloom and their burdens
Stepped forward in time and let nature answer echoes of happiness
Before they knew it stark naked bodies mingled under moons’ canopy
As they spooned their fortunes together and went deep inside joy
They felt younger by the minute and recalled the ancient wisdom that
A healthy body resides in a sound mind and rekindled passion and life
Soon they would not hear the sound of waves but felt the earth move
To rhymes rhythm and metre holier than holy and discarded insanity
Tongues licked the salt of the earth kissed cradled abandoned restraint
And tied a union made in heaven transported into ravines of rapture
The gods blushed a bit but looked kindly onto the feast of delight
No one demanded that life must be prudish when beauty unveils
06th June 2019
Untrampled Sand
Idyllic shorelines tucked away
Are island protected in a tropical bay
Below pastel skies polished by clouds,
Reveal a Shangri-La lathered in gold.
Untrampled sands, white and tanned,
Are cooled by waves and wind-fanned,
Where exotic vegetation creeps unmolested,
Claiming squatters’ rights of fertile deposits.
Mollusk seashells litter the beach
Within the cove’s curvature outreach,
Where hermit crabs upgrade shells
And birds sing throughout the hills.
(Un paraíso tropical de mi corazón
En sueños con la mujer que amo.
Gracias por la memoria
Ese viento llena mi lienzo
Mientras navego por los océanos.)
A tropical paradise of my heart
In dreams with the woman I love.
I thank you for the memory
That wind-fills my canvas
As I sail the oceans.
there will be wine yet to drink,
there will be love yet to make,
and feet dipped into virgin ponds
to wash away callousing years,
seashells with openings like vulvas
into which we can lay our ears for
an ocean of music,
and white sand to doodle on with slow footsteps,
and beheaded coconuts giving
quenching clear blood to compete
with the red of wine,
there will be mornings yet to rouse
with long-carousing nights,
and nights to put to sleep with
bedtime stories of whispers or moans,
our tanned skin
the only blanket we need
there will be happy blindings by the sun,
there will be all the tomorrows
to forget
yet
Masked behind enraging cacophony,
sand dunes bathed in paranoia of fears,
nascent pearls of silver seashells
bubble through exuberant oasis,
flickering candles give me a sign,
divine symphony floats in night air,
whispering mystic melodies of hope,
light my heart with unwavering faith
Oh so pious my lilac unfiltered wishes
drip through the crevices of my dreams,
then freeze under lost desert in whirlpool
until the lavender song of love melts them,
they shine and fuse in the universe again
through rising wisps of aromatic breeze
Wrapped by an enchanting rhapsody,
honeyed drizzles echo my song of peace,
my whispers float on the oceans of clouds,
and drench the world in shooting stars
June 10, 2020
BRIAN'S SELECT F,any form,any theme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
~Winner: First Place
A river lays still on a hush
Of edges mild in deepened blue;
Until her trail unfurls a change
As if to wake from rare debut.
Beneath the stars first dazzling rays
Old marbles glaze on hillsides green--
To roll like jewels down the coast
Embellishing her womb, serene.
Dazed by the fluidity of
This radiant bob...this duskfall thrill
Mutes my whispers as seashells play,
Requesting for a tide's refill.
River of dreams , linger a while
Where my bare heels might softly tread,
On waterdance and air-tossed quays
To where this heart is blithely led.
River Of Dreams by Matt Bianco 1999
Singer Billy Joel used the same title, a different song altogether
I'd waited for you now forever,
capturing my embrace between
your grasps, wandering about
solace and peace, we'd shattered
the universe, gathering seashells,
of compassion, gravely I glanced
beneath me to a calmer coast,
heaven sent almost, testing
hidden treasures, my mind
steadfast while my heart exploded,
beyond the essence of unneeded,
gifts I'd bestowed, quietly devouring
haste in an untimely place, why
I'd succumbed to an emptiness
feeling trapped, above all else,
tampering with the needful things,
where love and lust seemed,
to danced right on my toes,
an achiness, called pain withered
throughout time, a rapture of trust,
collided leaving me, room to roam
a rather cleaver passion hints,
of loss removed, replaced malice,
restoring my sense of purity
and grace, glorifying self love,
creating boundaries of you and I
while in love, we soared differently
on different clouds, abundantly so,
joining one another, on the ocean
shore clinging to forever once more.
With A Gentle Hand Contest //Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
Contest Judged: 9/16/2025 4:35:00 AM
( 9th Place )
Written: September 7, 2025
With a gentle hand,
You balance the world while its feet are still untried…
little fingers twist like seashells
around the promise of tomorrow.
Love is gentle in this place;
it hides within a cradle song,
a steady thrum of trust
leaning into your heart.
Every touch becomes a promise
each embrace a refuge -
showing the fragile ones
that gentleness carries power.
When the lullabies grow silent
your hand remains
carrying tomorrow gently
like sunrise opening the sky.