Grey-green waves are crashing;
Cold south winds whip through the twisted coastal tea-trees—
foam lashing.
Dune grasses sigh;
bare beaches cool under grey skies,
sea high.
Kelp drifts;
tide pulling free—
still.
Grey-green waves are crashing;
bare beaches cool under grey skies,
still.
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CASTLE IN THE SAND
Once upon a time,
we held our dreams on the beautiful shore and
started sculpting a castle in the sand.
However, crashing waves came and gently washed the castle away.
Beneath the restless waves, our dreams
and words will never drift and will forever stay.
My vow of promises will stand, whatever may befall.
And the love I’ve bestowed on you will outlast them all.
Rosey 04/09/2026
I walked across the desert.
Longing for someone so desperately,
I looked up at the sun.
The sun pierced my eyes relentlessly.
I could no longer see ahead.
A mirage appeared.
Not an oasis,
But 'you.'
Before I even knew it,
A clumsy stumble
Knocked me down.
And there it was—
The tender caress of the hot, sun-baked sand.
We human beings
So often forget
The 'you' who has always been right beside us,
Right before our eyes.
a beaches best friend
their long-term relationship
is never broken
Sand grains sliding thru my hands,
sparkling down mid air as bright dust.
Grainy, gritty, rough blossom on my palm,
so long ago, its youth so swiftly spun.
Now individual part by part,
sinking sub-horizon toward a dropping sun.
Moving back to its big liquid starting point,
a washing tidal flow impacts a matching coast.
This dynamic fluid world calls it custom,
joining a vast aquatic host.
September’s song sings of the last
days of summer’s madcap affair
of lazy days and moonlight’s cast
on dancing in the midnight air
being together as a pair
September reminds of time past
when sunshine felt a sudden pall
we tried to make the sunshine last
but the boys heeded war time's call
they left when leaves began to fall
There’s sadness in September’s name
The crowded beach then could not last
with empty spaces not the same
September comes and soon is past
Its memories remain too vast.
I still love summer’s grand allure.
But September I can’t endure DHR
shaken jar of sand, new memories made
"You hold Eternity in your hand!"
Boomed the ocean to the shore.
"For, in every grain of sand -
Is Earth's history for evermore! "
Come and ride the merry-go-round
Horses up, horses down
Hang on to the pole, don’t you fall
Say hello to the circus clown
Come and hear the calliope
Close your eyes and count to three
Cheerful music, spirits soar
Laughter sails across the sea
Come and ride the merry-go-round
Welcome to our happy town
We pull up stakes in two more days
Our sand dial is the bright sun’s rays
In the pretty pink sand I sit,
on a tropical island that is sunlit.
The blue water is very calm,
in the distance with a huge black palm.
The clouds are taking a break,
no rain for the weather's sake.
I love there is no time here,
my alarm clock can bring me no fear.
Dreams are taking me far away,
I want to stay for another day.
Poetry Wheel Says......
Theme: Dreams
Emotion: Calm
Color: Black
Season: Tropical
Form: Couplet
Object: Clock
Verb: Break
2 John writes, so much to say, on parchment old,
Revelation 22: My reward is with Me, as foretold.
"I truly thought His word was real."
Yet He comes no more, with a seal.
I am nothing more, upon the Pacific's shore,
Than a single grain of sand, nothing less, nothing more.
"He is coming back?" you say with a cry,
A thousand years pass, and the empty heavens lie.
Lightning flashes, and the roaring thunder breaks,
A sudden bolt of lightning wakes!
"You held a holy presence deep inside!"
"In a grain of sand, let My dreams reside—
In a grain of sand, let the Lord's dreams hide."
Even if someone tramples your dream in the dust,
You will still pray, as you must.
Crying out, "Why do You give me this pain and trial?"
"Lama Lama Sabachthani," for a little while.
"You already hold My dream, child, all the way."
She grew up in the Keys,
Beautiful sun and sand,
On the surface, man,
Her life was grand
But she was also holding down
Family secrets with both hands,
Trying to smile through the raging storms
No one else could understand
By: J.N.R Dutton
Coming to Jamaica
That land of magnetic Aura
Gold and green embedded in my being
Energy shifts into a butterfly dream.
I hear you calling my name.
I am home once again.
Back to where I belong
Negril boardwalk on the white sand.
From the mountains to the sea
Its deeper presence dwells within me
And flows into an infinite stream
To the warmth and radiance of my being.
Coming to Jamaica
The land of nature and nostalgia
Where the rhythm of music hums
And scatters the rhyme like African drums.
Columbus saw it on Discovery Bay
And brought into mind a beautiful display
Of the indomitable emancipation
That lives free in every Jamaican
Your image is engraved within my eyes,
Your scent is hidden within my breath.
Your memory is carved into every step I take.
Yet, standing here before the vast blue Atlantic,
I am less than a single grain of sand,
On this beach that lies momentarily asleep.
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