Breath of light, casting shadows over the night
Soothing stars and moon in her gentle embrace
Hurling nervous sea against beaches so white
Gentling the surf with a calm time can’t erase
Cobalt sprays fall against the sandcastle reefs
Stirring wells of euphonious tones of grace
Mists of joy, glazing the trembling cloverleafs
Sunlight glow murmuring peace to the coastline
Sand dollar stories emitting soul beliefs
Playing through my heart, songs no man can define
Bruised thoughts fill my mind, singing praises to Him,
Who guides my spirit, causing my light to shine
Across the beach, into the sea, hearts will swim
Compelled by laughter, joy seeks the light so still
Jesus wants more than just living on a whim
He loves His children and means their hearts to fill
He amazes, nothing can be more real
Love deeper than the sun who eases dawn’s chill
Dew drenched mists flow across quiet seas to heal
These are the days God gave to ease our spirit
He is the light to whom I’ll forever kneel
Walk in the light, there’s no reason to fear it
His tears are falling on the wind, just hear it
It's amazing where we find ourselves.
As she walks along the shore, you see her staring endlessly at the sands floor.
Why would someone come to a place filled with so much beauty around, only to embrace what was below that she kept reaching for on the ground.
Maybe there is beauty her eyes met upon that floor.
It was far overlooked since most individuals are focused on the oceans waves crashing to shore.
I would be remise to suggest her serene bliss, every time she found another without any chips.
She suddenly reached and this bend took some time to realign her spine, but when she did you seen the sun hit a tear rolling down her cheek, I watched her lips read, chipped enough and beautiful like me.
It was the beauty of the ocean that allowed her to see that her pain, and her heart were a little imperfect, but God made her perfect, like all her sand dollars collected, would be.
Quote By Poet "The faces of pretty flowers will brighten anyone's day."
Here in a lovely garden we sit,
growing very close-knit.
Our faces of pretty color,
are bigger than a sand dollar.
We love to get a kiss from the rain,
makes our growing not feel in vein.
The bees came by to say hello,
they give us a big glow.
It is said we are an annual plant,
we are loved by the owner's aunt.
Shout out loud and proclaim,
Zinnia is our name.
SOUL TO SOUL
(Written for Mother Sandy Stone, whom I met in 1992.)
SOUL TO SOUL ***
The early morning call.
A sand dollar skitters in before its rushing wave.
A message bringing within a mosaic of tears,
long to explore.
The sand dollar rolling ahead
of a white-foaming wave.
Memory catapults her presence
again beside me.
The sand dolllar pauses on some wet sand
and slowly gives the sky a twirl.
Hers was an enfolding heart that Gave and Knew.
The sand dollar, yet to tip, receives
the brightness of the sun.
Hers was the company of light, soul to soul.
The sand dollar at last rests,
beyond any waves pulling it back.
The everywhere she went, already misses her.
The sand dollar, not thrilled by blank, blue sky,
Is joyous to see tiny fingers taking hold of its
circling side,
blocking the sun with such
a blessed giggling heart.
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(c) sally young Eslinger 2/5/22
Glory to God
Gucci-Cabanna, Dreams, Drama's
doward spirals often inspire us
Defiant correspondances Deodorant
Radar Sattelite saop dope slip call it
Strict in my conduct Twist Just Trip
Shem don't forget about Noah
Miss Carolina Alabama Hammer New Mexican habbit
Hamock Comidians stand up Pearl Ceramic Tile
Shift Ivana I vain Ariata East LA California
Gilligan Skipper Aunte' Julianna
Previously who wrote that chapter
Signature series clarovoyance
Camoflauged like a sand dollar
Indulgent as the oragizer
Corruptions overtake me often
Subterfuge Sepmre Fidelis incorruptible Metals
Taken refuge under the shadow of The Almighty
!ONE} GOD is cloaked in Darkness
!TWO] Blue falls to the ungodly
!THREE} Red instigates images better left unmentioned
Bilingal undercovers interigations
Filibusters Capital Hill Critcal Underseiged
D.J. Damage disbelief often PE Public Education
Soccer Teams disbelievable Cheif of the Savages
DEbriefed Wicked Caskets
Lupe' Dupre' coupe' De' Fiet
Instunbal IRAQ Kuwait Chad
Brass Braced for betrayal
~
Silence, on waves of our tide motioned heartbeats,
cascading rhythms, a smooth metronome
Keeping this time inside blue water passions,
beneath the surface, the feelings we’ve grown
Hidden so deep in the swells of affection,
swimming the shores of a long summer’s night
Building a fortress of seashell laced castles,
sand dollar curtains to fend off the light
Running for cover as sunrise now beckons,
placing our smiles where the seas cannot gaze
Whispering secrets of coast line devotion,
harboring dreams till the end of our days
Lighthouse lit beacons now search as a witness,
beaches a’ shimmer of moon glow above
Hoisting our anchor, we share the horizons,
sailing these oceans, professing our love
~
While walking in the white sand by the seashore,
The seashells were many.
I liked collecting them,
There were shells of all shapes and sizes.
I was given a lovely shell,
Beautiful blue and green.
I collected shells of all shapes and sizes,
You could have a sand dollar which brings you luck.
There was a conch shell,
A large shell where you could hear the roar of the ocean.
What a good memory of Florida,
I put them in a basket at home,
There was a starfish,
Starfish,starfish in the sea.
What do i think of thee,
There were flat shells, fairly common.
The memory of our beautiful holiday in Florida.
The friends we met there at New Years.
The fire works that we viewed from the porch,
What a beautiful evening was had by all.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz
seashell necklace, sand dollar candy dish
souvenirs bring the beach home
kitschy, yet nostalgic
a kimo written March 31, 2017
With sand dollars in our pockets
we could live without a care;
I would lasso two sea horses;
we would ride them everywhere.
A simple life of freedom
would be yours and mine to share;
living solely for each other
on a silver strand somewhere.
Oh, the heartache men would barter
just to smell the sweet sea air
unencumbered by the burdens
that came upon them unaware.
They would trade a pile of money
For a day without fanfare,
Walking barefoot on white beaches--
just sand dollar millionaires.
Copyright, July 29, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
Hidden past the highway bend,
a bench clings to a shallow cliff
above a beach where banks extend
across the bay in sandy drifts.
When tides are low, the sea withdraws,
to flaunt the treasured ocean floor,
and anyone can walk across
the sand to reach the other shore.
With green paint peeling like old flesh,
the bench is baked in salt and sun.
Remember when the paint was fresh,
and in your arms I came undone?
From here, we watch the water snag
in grooves of sand like buried mirrors.
The sky is pink as sunlight fades.
Come close, my love, I need you nearer.
*This poem is based on the green bench (yes, it really exists!) at Sand Dollar Beach, located in the Rose Bay area of Nova Scotia, Canada
The
ocean
open its arms to me, comforting
in its thunderous exclamations of love: “come to my
foaming embrace and I will carry you, fragile
one”, it caws through the
beaks of ravenous seagulls circling with beady
eyes,
searching
for the breadcrumbs of your desire.
Its sand-dollar shores beckon you to search and discover,
to wander aimlessly like a child again and
ignore the salt biting fresh
wounds. The shimmering pebbles draw you to
gently
ro l l i n g
arms; “wade deeper, deeper”, the ocean
sings, “and I will rock you like a baby
as the tide creeps in. Come to me,
fragile one, and I will
never let you fall”. The ocean opens
its
arms
to you, comforting in its thunderous
exclamations of love: its roars and rocks, but you
are unafraid. You let it carry you as
you float among the stars.
gentle waves tiptoe ashore
sandpipers scurrying away from the rippling tide
sandcastles looming in the distance
beach blanket knights
and sand dune days
radiant in the mid day sun
shades of glistening brown and red
and dark sunglasses
a red and yellow kite gently dances
in the midst of a gentle sea breeze
shuffle on the shoreline
as rays swim by
sand dollar days
and the slow rising tide
sweet gentle rhythm of a rolling wave
aqua blue waters
to put your mind at ease
and a blanket of blue with cotton candy clouds
slowly drifting across the afternoon sky
sands of time pass on the beach
entry for beach poem contest- Blue on blue on blue
subject : Beach
value of nature
what is a sand dollar worth?
can it buy you love?
(February 5, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
A paradise of long beaches,
Purest white sand,
Granular and fine,
Shells of different shapes and sizes,
The starfish and the sand dollar,
You could walk for miles,
Appreciating the environment,
The tall palms sheltering and providing shade,
Lounge chairs for sunning,
Umbrellas and tables,
Where you can sit,
A delicious lunch guests,
The swimming pool nearby,
Where you can go for a swim,
A leisurely paradise,
Home for the evening,
A beautiful condominum guests.
Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
the crescent moon shines on the sand
the tide washes on the beach
my lover and I walk hand in hand
on all that used to be
a sand dollar that is broken
lays underneath my feet
and days gone by rest resolutely
on tides that softly sweep
many days pass quickly
tides ebb and they will flow
and memories of yesterday
will come and they will go
on a sandy deserted beach
love falters out at sea
and tides of passion bring them back
on all that used to be
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