January Sea Poems

Deep in my shrewd mind, a storm rages on 
Dark clouds gather as the wind howls till dawn
A tempest of thoughts, I cannot control
A battle...

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I am …

a withered leaf -
the breath of your indifference,
tossing - like every other …
we sit on sand
shoulders pressed like sinners
yet from the chill,
not familiarity...

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     long days and nights upon this blue
 my best attempts to speak with you
and still my studies can’t construe
 the...

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* Content Warning: this poem touches on physical/emotional abuse*

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        “dabble,...

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My Arkea Ultime Challenge race,
Solo race around the world,
It is the poetry that I trace day by day,
My trimaran is happiness and its sails,
I can...

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Cute Little Sea Snail

From this cute little shell,
you made your home.
You take it with you,
wherever you roam.

So lovely as it is, 
it is also so...

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I was off for my vacation. After a long flight and drive, I reached my cozy apartment. Stars like diamonds filled the cold January night....

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East sea capricious invites frolickers
          Lose all resolution fighting her euphoria 
    ...

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Although this seems a light-weight mystery,
This was a code word of war history;
Resembling, as though words romantic-thrilled,
Volumes these words spoke of fear, frantic-filled...!

It's like the...

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Oracle 
  psalmic 
    on 
      elysium 
        ...

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Keys Sunrise

She rises from the water 
drenched in rosy glow,
trailing feet kick wavelets
on the mirrored dawn below.
Into her fiery breast inhaling 
the remnant mists of...

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beyond the beach
where electric currents fail to reach
sands of time rise high
on waves depicting you and I.
we carry the beat of a different sound.
your face
one...

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The moon was rising
pulling at the sea
– toying with it,
gutsy and playful.

I felt the commotion
racing me, tugging at me
– drenching me.

Right up ‘til tides ebbed,
baring...

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My Love

Falling in love at sixteen.
The rest of my life would exist for her.

We would separate for two years,
But I would be back to that...

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She’s a stolid sentinel standing on the rugged knoll
Standing silently, alone, like an old, weathered soul,
Over many years she has seen taken a dreaded toll
Many...

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