A ripple riding a wave,
A slave to the terrain,
Trained to the surface,
It's losing its purpose,
Getting lost within service,
Searching for reason,
Remaining a beacon,
Through a dark stormy season,
Something to believe in,
Beaten by everyone,
For saying we are one,
Believed by none,
Finally getting it done,
Running into the shade,
The ripple fades,
Cascading into freedom,
Leaving words to teach them,
Hidden gems to treasure,
In this world forever,
A pebble in every letter,
It's better to make the wave,
Then become its slave.
The
ocean
is
struggling
every day
against
the
shore that
holds it back,
Foaming, frothing,
Crashing waves,
This fight
will
go on
forever,
for God
has
bound the
sea.
3rd March 2023
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For Emile Pinet's "Waltz wave" contest
A Mystic brewed a love potion
That made men come in the ocean
Although it was quaint
Bikini girls faint
At the sight of loco motion!
lake champlain
dinner cruise...tossing
my salad...again
her hips a tidal wave crashing ~
the sea of debris
8.14.2020
Making Waves
Sexy dancer to the waves.
See how she moves to the music.
Base turned up full boom boomboom!
Even when she’d driving, she dances.
Her stereo on full while she nods her head.
She’s the stereo loving gal and don’t we know it?
Her job is her life in a Go-Go bar.
Watch her turn, wiggle and dive for the punters.
Pay her a dollar and she’ll suck, buck and you.
Doing this and more to the tunes.
Her body is the ocean and her soul the wind.
Her moods match these and she always gets her way.
This gal isn’t poor or stupid.
Because she owns everything in the joint.
The bar, the stereo, the band, the songs, the punters.
She looks like a whore.
Anyone else wouldn’t be like this.
Except for a naïve innocent teen used and abused.
It’s high class illusion.
Part of the show and old routine.
No more or less is given by Sexy Sultry Sharon.
In her bar by the sea.
She does six shows a night.
Bearing all and more for the likes of you and me.
So off we go to her bar.
Bring all your cash and an open mind.
You’re in for the night of your life so don’t be late!
the sea-maid’s bravado in the depth of the ballistic sea - turn’s tail
5/10/2019
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