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Premium Member Time At the Beach

Soft sands caress my feet, a comforting touch,
The waves crash ashore, in ways I love so much,
Washing my footprints away, leaving no trace.
The beach cleanses its face with its embrace.

As the waves run out they trace a veil of lace 
Respecting the grace of this sacred space.
The home of mater mare, where all life began
Within the warm primordial soup sea scan.

Children build castles with buckets and spades,
Lovers stroll along, hand in hand, playing charades,
The gulls pitter patter, squabbling and cawing
Pecking up morels and scraps, with their marauding.

The seashore beach is a place of solitude and peace
Where all your toils and troubles, for a time, cease.

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19 May 2023
For: Sonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet 
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Form: Sonnet


Rabindranath Tagore Translations

The Seashore Gathering
by Rabindranath Tagore
loose translation by Michael R. Burch

On the seashores of endless worlds, earth's children converge.
The infinite sky is motionless, the restless waters boisterous. 
On the seashores of endless worlds earth's children gather to dance with joyous cries and pirouettes.
They build sand castles and play with hollow shells. 
They weave boats out of withered leaves and laughingly float them out over the vast deep. 
Earth's children play gaily on the seashores of endless worlds.
They do not know, yet, how to cast nets or swim. 
Divers fish for pearls and merchants sail their ships, while earth's children skip, gather pebbles and scatter them again. 
They are unaware of hidden treasures, nor do they know how to cast nets, yet.
The sea surges with laughter, smiling palely on the seashore. 
Death-dealing waves sing the children meaningless songs, like a mother lullabying her baby's cradle. 
The sea plays with the children, smiling palely on the seashore.
On the seashores of endless worlds earth's children meet. 
Tempests roam pathless skies, ships lie wrecked in uncharted waters, death wanders abroad, and still the children play. 
On the seashores of endless worlds there is a great gathering of earth's children.

This Dog
by Rabindranath Tagore
loose translation by Michael R. Burch

Each morning this dog,
who has become quite attached to me,
sits silently at my feet
until, gently caressing his head,
I acknowledge his company.

This simple recognition gives my companion such joy
he shudders with sheer delight.

Among all languageless creatures
he alone has seen through man entire—
has seen beyond what is good or bad in him
to such a depth he can lay down his life
for the sake of love alone.

Now it is he who shows me the way
through this unfathomable world throbbing with life.

When I see his deep devotion,
his offer of his whole being,
I fail to comprehend...

How, through sheer instinct,
has he discovered whatever it is that he knows?

With his anxious piteous looks
he cannot communicate his understanding
and yet somehow has succeeded in conveying to me
out of the entire creation
the true loveworthiness of man.

"This Dog" appeared in the poetry collection Arogya by Rabindranath Tagore.
Form: Verse

Premium Member Sailing Away

ultramarine sea
    chartreuse waves rolling away
            temple chimes soar high ~

                                                               symphonic bells ring
                                                             reminiscent of seashore
                                                                  calm cadence sublime ~

    sail boats pensive mood
      on amber jade sandy beach
         fishermen to board ~

                                                                  few float in ocean
                                                             in a trance - seductive dream
                                                                      midst celestial blue ~

          mystical sight far
     away waiting grooms for brides
                anticipating ~

                                                                     emerald ocean
                                                                      cerulean waves crashing
                                                                         onto turquoise sand ~



                                                April 15, 2022
Inspired by Vincent Van Gogh's Painting "Fishing Boats On The Beach At Les Saintes"
                   Top Picture - Painting by Malabika Ray Choudhury
                     Second Picture - Painting By Vincent Van Gogh
                          For Brian Strand Premiere Choice Contest
                                Syllables checked by HMS.com
Form: Haiku

Premium Member I Am A Grain Of Sand

I am a grain of sand,
and here for a purpose,
 that purpose is to grow into a mountain,
with all the gifts, talent, abilities
and great potential 
locked within.
As one writer has said
“To see a world in a grain
of sand and a heaven in a
wild flower, hold infinity in the palm
of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.”
The Psalmist has said,
"How precious are your 
thoughts about me, O God. 
They cannot be numbered! 
I can't even count them; 
they outnumber the grains of sand!”
When we are locked together,
great things will happen.
As God replied to Abraham,
“I will surely bless you 
and make your descendants 
as numerous as the stars
 in the sky and as the sand on the seashore.”
God has said; "Call to Me, 
and I will answer you, 
and will tell you great 
and hidden things that you 
have not known…” 
I am just one grain
of sand,
waiting to become a mountain 
that I was meant to be.

Premium Member Still Wishing For Peace

I began my walk this morning as I do every day…with one exception…there was a full moon lighting my way.

So as I do every time I chance to see the moon…
I made a wish for peace…and that she would get here soon.

I use to think wishes were to be treasured so I kept mine safe within a jar…
I’d only open it on special occasions like birthdays, rainbows…and shooting stars.

But peace did not blanket the Earth…no matter how many wishes in my jar I ‘d stuff…
which led me to believe…perhaps I wasn’t wishing hard enough.

So I tossed my wishing jar aside and came up with a different plan…
now I wish for peace on everything I can.

I wish for peace on the clouds…on every star I see at night…
I wish for peace in the darkness and on the sun’s first light.

And though I still wish for peace once a year as I blow out the candles on my cake…
I also wish on ladybugs and butterflies…when skipping stones across a lake.

I wish for peace to every God…my wish is nonsectarian…
on the wishbone of a turkey…even though I’m vegetarian.

When I see a white horse…when I cross my fingers…
at the seashore when I pick up an empty shell…
when I find a penny on the ground…or toss one into a wishing well.

It’s true so far I haven’t seen the peace in the world that I’ve been wishing for…
but I shall keep wishing still….
because even if this particular wish doesn’t come true…
perhaps the next one will.
© Jim Yerman  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Cast a Long Shadow

CAST A LONG SHADOW
                                
                                      Moonbeam to cast a long shadow of us,
                                      as we hugged and turned to single figure.
                                      To make love, two lovers were too eager.
                                       On ebon night stars sparkling on sky canvas.
         
      A long shadow of us, Moonbeam to cast 
      Maroon Moon winks peeping through drifting cloud.
      Neither storm nor thunder bolt was allowed.
      Emotion to exult, dream to run fast.
      
                                        We are loitering on quiet seashore
                                        Two charmed hearts bubbled in amorous flow.
                                        Dark shadow to follow: Bright Moon to glow.
                                        Vibrant waves thrashing on beach in galore.
     
      Faced Moon, shadow at back, oblivious.
      Hand in hand, eyes to eyes, lovers are thrilled.
      Quivering lips pressed with deep kiss: Love was sealed.
      Moonbeam to cast a long shadow of us. 
   
  09/24/19
                                                            Fourth Place
   Title Chosen 'A. Cast A Long Shadow'

 'To Pick  A Title  Vol 9  Enclosed Rhyme.' Contest by Edward Ibeh

     Third Place
  'STRAND CHOICE J'  Contest by Brian Strand

Where Can God Be Found

He is not hiding in the woods,
Waiting for us to take a walk-through,
There are no doorways
 through the trees that lead to Him,
He’s not enveloped by their boughs.

He is not standing on the mountain,
Desiring us to climb up to Him,
Bearing the strains of the climb,
Finding a place for each foot.

He is not coming with the waves of the sea,
Thundering and roaring,
Crashing on the seashore,
Intermittently and abruptly.

He is not hiding in the sun,
Voyaged millions of miles away,
He is not standing on the moon,
Waiting for an escape flight to Him.

He is not cloaked by the sheet of the night, 
Embellished with dazzling lights,
He is not coming in our dreams,
At the dead of the night.

He is within us and around us,
He is everywhere and at all places,
A mystery that can’t be unfolded, 
A puzzle that can’t be solved.




August 24, 2022.
Where is God Hiding Poetry Contest,
Unseeking Seeker.

Premium Member Summer Skies

Summer Skies

Summer sizzles shading seashore skies
Singing season songs – solstice surprise --
Sweet salmon sunsets spin splendorous shades
Strawberry sunrise spawns stratus shifting serenades.

Sapphire sky’s secret soliloquys stuns 
Shimmering sun sonnets swirling shadows shuns
Soaring solitude surely steals stress shells
So sunbeams spread summer’s signature spell.

Since stormy silver silhouettes suffuse squalls
Stolen solar spall splinters shower shards so small
Summer’s spirit soars, stratosphere specters scamper
Stellar scraps surround sheer space starlit sampler


6-23-22
Contest: Start with a Letter
Sponsor:  Angela Tune
Form: Rhyme

Love’s last flickering flame

Is there any life vibrating nigh more 
Than of youthful love holding mutual hands-- 
Spirited love of hearts that founts from core 
Of twosome exploring still old dreamlands? 
That of an old couple I saw once when  
On a seashore-- life’s tide waiting to die, 
Still keen to walk together far as can, 
A lifetime of journey’s end looms when nigh, 
Geriatric hands too gnarled, yet clasping firm, 
Their wrinkled visage still so radiant, 
Hearts beating slow and pulse unsure to come, 
Northward bound still their fondness’ gradient, 
    Let youthful love be a nigh bit selfish, 
    The old one has no angle to catch fish.
____________________________ 
Sonnet | 09.12.2008 | love, old, youthful 

Note: An unusual sonnet, the first four lines, a quatrain, asks a question and then a Volta happens. All the remaining ten lines seek an answer, and the ending couplet seems to resolve.
Form: Sonnet

Florida Vacation

In Florida, where old people go to die
With a population of less than one and counting       
Where glaciers crawl along the seashore down 
Growing cold and counting down the hours
Melting down is very nice and even nicer
When vacationing in Florida

The volcanoes of Florida are world renowned
Standing taller than Olympus Mons on Mars
Some spewing ash and lightning ever faster 
By morning life will pass the test of time
Lava flows fill in the desert canyons slow 

Miami mountains rise higher than the Rockies
Filling in the missing pieces of a happy sky
At midnight Tsunamis wash away the sands
Landscapes are soon to follow 

Twisted storms just like before turn south
Earthquakes keep to themselves but louder
Taking down the house to leave a porch 
While rocking on a wooden chair out back
You hear the sounds of crowds or is it birds
While opening a beer you feel the sun come out

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