Sailing home to England
o'er the bounding main
oh to see those white cliffs
fields of green and feel the rain again
sailed away for a year and a day
an albatross following t'was a good sign
with wings wide-spread overhead
'tween tropics weather was fair all was fine
sailors know where the trade winds blow
and trust their compass true
but my days a'roving the briny deep are now done
I'm rolling down a rhumb line arc to you
the gullible & naive all day proclaim
someone's fifteen minutes of fame
The day was humid and hot
Behind the bush hides a cop
I ignored the red light
Until cop was in sight
Then I did a rolling stop
blue waves rolling in
deep water hides secrets
now
salt air on the wind
rolling waves of white
foaming longing for dry land
to rest a minute
Tides like grief
Pull water in, out
Then return
Soft and sure
In my frail years, life does flow
Tides like life have waves
Waves inhale
Sparkle from sunlight
Then exhale
Folding years
Rolling waves stir the beige sand
Life flows, drifts, renews
Oceans draw
Hold the deep, dark, dusk
Then let go
Each life ends
Spirit is resurrected
Fresh, healthy, renewed
Swoosh, click, rolling
Like the sound of a pinball machine
Or it’s 2010 and we’re bowling
The table is velvety green
Tight denim creaks as your back dips
Rigid and diligent spine
Roll off my tongue and drip from my lips
Hot words which reveal that I pine
Swoosh, click, rolling
I preen and I swoon at your praise
The look that we’re given is knowing
I wonder who knows in this place
Who knows, when we laugh, that it’s different
Who knows that look in your eye
A smile so sly it’s not innocent
A smile that begs to be mine
Swoosh, click, rolling
Come, baby, get me a drink
We’re tipsy, our faces are glowing
The syrup in my words is thick
Swoosh, click, rolling
I thrive when it’s easy to flirt
Adoring the bear that I’m poking
I pray that we don’t wind up hurt
Let the thunder roll, listen loud and clear
Booming reminders of where things went wrong
Seeds of wisdom over ride all fear
Turn the raindrops of pain into a song
Sing it out loud for the soul to release
Booming reminders of where things went wrong
In the melody, healing will increase
A song of your own, to hold on tightly
Sing it out loud for the soul to release
Whether no-one knows you, you shine brightly
It is about knowing your worth today
A song of your own, to hold on tightly
You know yourself best, you know the right way
The road has been long, you are not astray
It is about knowing your worth today
All will be planted in fields where you play
Let the thunder roll, listen loud and clear
The road has been long, you are not astray
Seeds of wisdom over ride all fear
Heidi Sands
2/15/26
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*10 syllables
Ocean waves roll in despite the beach is calm
Each cloud, soldier-like
Projects brute force;
Not before, rageful, for sudden dread
Thunderous blasts.
Of what had once stormed
A front line through
Its ghost formation, overhead
This shadow casts!
Listening to my intuition,
Learning to condition an urge,
To Overindulge and splurge,
My emotions surge,
I search for courage,
The bulge getting bigger,
One thought pulls the trigger,
Digging another hole,
Rolling along whole,
Trolling my self worth,
Magnificent at birth,
I was pushed in the dirt,
All of life seemed to hurt,
Now I'm burnt to a crisp,
Whispers of a better day,
Try to brighten my day,
I listen to what they say,
Playing along the best I can,
Patterns take the stand,
Stranded in the loop,
Swimming in comfort soup,
Stooping down a level,
Visiting my Devil,
Reveling in the wonders,
The pleasure brings thunder,
It's a spell I'm under,
Plundering wisdom for my soul,
It was taking a toll,
Had full control,
So I roll along knowing I'm whole,
apples
reddish yellow
falling tumbling rolling
freshly baking tasty sweetest
lovely
Water rolling down from the pitcher
A long time ago, one purple morning
The sun took a seat in the argentine flow
It had quietly entered through the window
__________________
September 6, 2025
Feathery white lines
cotton wool stretched across thin
folding and rolling
Clouds rapidly fluctuating, from chalky white to smoky ash.
Rain falling down from the darkened sky.
Leaving a subtle scent of fresh earthy tones in its wake.
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