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Waves sang songs along the sea shore,
Water washed up on the sand,
Life couldn’t be any better at all,
Well, this is where the story began,
You see, all of a sudden a wave gripped onto my foot,
Pulled me out to the break,
Where I was helplessly sunk below the loud waves,
And they refused to let me escape,
And my hands reached for something, anything at all,
A family, a house, a career,
Something to help pull me up from this horror,
From this place of my absolute fear,
But the news kept on coming of a virus of death,
I saw death himself like a dark ghost,
And he told me it gets worse as he shut both my eyes,
Then I woke up all broke on the coast.
Crushed beneath a heavy yoke
She passed out from the pain
A Gentle voice spoke, she awoke
Pure water washed blood stain
The burden had been lifted
He'd hoisted it away
She blinked away her tears to see
A bright and hope filled day
Written March 30, 2021
Inspired By 'Phoenix Rising' Poetry Contest'
Sponsored By Unseeking Seeker
2015.03.09@13:13:13
As the V-Line Coach approached the Apollo Bay,
Along the sand line, what did I find?
The splashing waves rushed in to reach the beach.
The scent of the trees and plants,
Triggered some ideas in my brain.
I planned to throw your book into the sea,
Let the salty water washed all your printed words.
Hopefully, it also cleaned your soul and sins,
Changed you into a better person,
Who would have some considerations,
And be kind and nice to others,
Treat others as you would like to be treated.
I learned an important lesson today.
On 2024.08.12@12:44pm, BB wrote
>> "you do and feel what you like"
Yes, because doing what others like
Always results in disappointment.
I do what I believe in.
>
Well. I did what I felt like
And it also resulted in disappointment.
after doors close after hours when scarlet neon flickers out red-light nights fill voids of need my body is a ripped flower my throat tingles to the burn of vodka-fire gleaning the gleaming water-washed street for an answer to the latest outstanding bill sadly grateful for the slightest footfall twenty for oral forty for full car park dark steam-heavy dark not streetwalking but streetstaggering in hollow-pod hell anaemic-ashy and vodka-fumy amorphous shadows loitering on durex-dotted waste ground in secret alleys back to dank brick or deep throating down on my knees skirt around thighs fingers come-pearled and slick come quick after doors close after hours when scarlet neon flickers out cold glitter of streetlights gleam of cold hard cash cold kisses colder touch no eye contact look away the cold nothingness that we say
Summer,
the Guadalupe River,
at least a couple of decades ago...
A bend in any river,
no matter how slowly that river flows,
erodes the outside of that bend,
digs away at the bank,
separating stones from sand,
nudging them into shallow water
across and down the river,
sorting them by size as it goes,
the smaller, rounder ones
in a layer on top.
That’s where I was that summer afternoon,
on my back, half-submerged in the gravel shallows,
the water so warm I couldn’t feel it,
my arms straight out from my body,
interrupting the flow,
causing almost waves
as the water washed over.
My ears were under water;
I could hear only the flow of water around me.
Above me the leaves and branches
of trees overhanging the river
moved gracefully in the hot breeze.
Somehow the leaves and branches and water
moved at the same tempo,
not like music,
but rather a deep humhmmm
I could both see and feel.
I don’t know how long
I hovered in that flow,
but it wasn’t long enough.
In ways I can’t describe
I’m still there,
bathed in that most elemental of mediums,
moving with the leaves,
lost in a very long moment.
How do I explain where I have been, new lover?
Once, on warm summer nights
I laid tangled in the darkness
Warmed against deep loneliness
In the form of a man
And how I accepted it, this moth’s fate-
Tapping my heart
Over and over
Against that light
On the other side of the glass.
Seeking fulfillment from emptiness
No better then that creature, I persisted.
Digging myself this kind of grave.
There was this death before you.
My death.
And it cycles over and over on the surfaces of my mind
Like the tide, turning in on happier days
And withdrawing with the dark.
And I fear
I am nothing more than these motions
Repeating with no more reason then to say:
I had loved once
And then it was gone.
I had loved once.
And now, it is gone.
The water washed away the vows,
And with it,
Somewhere deep within the texture of the bottom
I found fragments of truth.
I found you.
There is no perfection where you seek it, new lover.
And how I fear,
Oh how I fear…
The impermanence of love.
When permanence of loss
is far more real.
I came upon a spring so fresh and clear
Water washed the pebbles clean
Tiny fish swam so happy and free my dear
Shimmering in the sun gills all a glean
And I closed my eyes and reached down low
A searching for a pebble not a stone
To propel across the waters’ surface all aglow
I the master caster all alone
It felt just right I closed my eyes
I turned my hand a bit sidewise
It skipped across the springs clear edge
Remarkable as if it were possessed
And revolved itself in the whirlpool
A hapless pebble skipped back to a fool
I cast it out but again in awe I watched
It skidded the surface a marvel unmatched
A wondrous sight to my eyes alone
A pebble skipper quite at home.
Spider of Love weaves us a tale
Of Kings and Queens Prophets and Outlaws
Pirates set e explosions ensue
Water washed me but fire bathed me in spiritual fruit
Guiding my heart to Mountain King Emanuel who starts all fire
Our shadow blades cut deep to their souls
Ravens and Crows circle their lands
How mighty they thought their wolves indeed were
No wolf can compare to the Lamb with seven eyes
A bear tried war with the ancient of days
a leopard did think it could war with the seven spirits King
He is war itself he holds the key to death and even the grave
those Pirates may echo the drum beat of war
But Only The captain of heavens armies can bring us true peace
He tried a violin solo to bring about calm but the soothing sound of Jesus melts all the worlds hearts
Indeed a sword fight broke out in between them all
Explosions ensued and we did eat some pumpkin stew with shark steak on the side
In dragons tongue they spoke all myriad of tales
Unbeknownst to them all one mighty weaver of tales like a spider did does spin it all with our many minds and we think we are the writers but One Holy ghost does write it all named Mountain King Rising deep inside your very soul this second he smiles in my heart at me now
I lay in bed listening to the rain in the night
Patter on my roof, patter, patter
I thought about all I have lost, wiped away,
- Gone -
As if water washed it all away
No, it was people, circumstance that did
Not to be found, retrieved or replaced again
Nothing to mend the heart or fill the emptiness within
The rain kept falling into the night, as I shut my eyes to sleep
Listening, I was comforted by the patter, patter
Like footsteps returning, faces to see again
Words left unspoken, now able to be said
In this life there is only once chance to fully make it right
- Resolution or completion -
Either way, no-one knows when it can happen
A presence in life suddenly washed away, out of sight
Only to return in dreams, when the eyes shut….
To the patter of rain falling in the night
Heidi Sands
5/13/17
I watch the water trickle down my blank canvas,
The whole world is crying today...
Nature has water-washed the Earth green,
The land looks fresh, as if awakened by a magic touch,
I trace the cold mist with my fingertips,
as the dark clouds are drawn towards the half bright sun...
Raindrops jump and splash in brand new muddy puddles.
Lilies look lovelier and jasmines jive joyfully,
Daisies wear dewy dimples,
even as the merry marigolds seem to melt...
And on that faraway mountain, in a summer cottage,
those roses blush redder when the rain kisses them.
My eyes glisten and my lips spread in a smile,
while I brush away those few drops left
to complete my candid dreamscape...
06/29/17