WET SHORES: A HAIKU TRIO
Waves splashing the shores.
Warm, dry sand frothed with joy:
Wet and satisfied.
Wish I were a shore,
And justice, a frothing wave:
Wetting me daily:-
Shores of injustice,
Need frothing tornado waves,
And blunt force wetting:-
Wild Irish sea pounds spray ashore,
its white teeth gnaw the stone down,
each tide returns, bites as before
wearing away the brown cliffs.
The wind flattens salted bluegrass,
while gulls wheel up in the sky
soaring as on an overpass
hang gliding over the crags.
Breaking waves surge up the sandstone
Falling back as white foam veils
stroking the old wounds to atone
for the endless scouring blows.
The strong swells drum through sea caverns,
blow-holes spray up in the sky
bringing cheers to seaside taverns
for the pipe, fiddle, drum songs.
Irish seals dive through kelp seaweed
silver backs, flash through foam spray,
twisting and turning at high-speed
laughing at angry sea grasps.
O Irish sea, carve deep tonight,
let your foam and surge shape me
for rugged crags are a highlight
on our weathered skin and shores.
O Irish sea, carve deep tonight,
let your foam and surge shape me
for rugged crags are a highlight
on our weathered skin and shores.
Peace was slain in the midst of mid-night
Tyrants in glee trampled the helpless ants
Music of brutal chaos reached the crescendo
Justice lay stupor, their liberty devoured
Deluge of hopelessness crumbled their homes
That once cradled fond memories of merriment
Of Christmas joy, carols, cakes, candles’ light
Their families shattered, lost to cruel night
Robbed of their dignity, they felt desolate
Hearts drowned in deep fear and vast despair
They were left with no choice but to flee
Into the frontiers unknown as refugees…
At this crossroads, undaunted they unite
Clinging to hope, they stay strong and fight
Seeking refuge in the Almighty’s might
They Topple the despots to restore their rights
To end it all with an Armageddon….
They Witness the resurrection of Peace in their land
That paves the way to the shores of deliverance!
I rest upon the shore, waves flowing briskly,
Sipping Margaritas where palm trees glow.
Hollywood Beach, where rhythm's alive,
Cheerful dancers make the bars thrive!
Calamari fried with oceanic spritz
Sunset pouring down on my beach bliss
I'm having Margarita moments in such golden lights!
Floridian hearts fill me with delight!
From Atlanta's roads, I drove one day,
Escaping the city's rat race, getting away,
On to the Hollywood shoreline, where the ocean called,
Then sailing in my dreams to meridionals.
A savory salad of fun, lettuce, tomatoes, cucumbers, full of glee!
Colors of the beach, as wild as I'd foreseen.
To be myself, free of chains, no spies,
Just Floridian skies in premium Atlantic Paradise!
WISE WET WAVING WAVES
With high or low tides,
We splash upon dried-out shores:
Frothing with relief:-
TO RIVERS OF BABYLON AND ZION SHORES next (Apropos Of A Nona Tanka)
Be aware of this,
We’ve all survived worse:
All ethnicities;
Present day oppressive times
Will also be overcome:-
We’re not a kingdom,
All here are here equally,
And destined to be:-
These oppressive times today,
We must send them on their way:-
These Babylon days,
Shall likewise be cascaded
Into liberty:
We are of Zion sailings;
Liberation shores waiting:-
Come, Babylon child,
Let’s rise up and set our sails;
A new day coming:
We conquering these waters
Of Babylon with justice
Rise up my people,
We have sailing chores to do;
There’s no resting now:-
God’s chartered the way for us;
It’s time to get back on course:-
God’s navigating,
Let us just get to sailing;
The shores are waiting:
Let waves of change froth us on,
With God's wisdom and guidance:-
Remember Zion,
God’s the wind in our sails, too;
Let us sail onwards:
Sailing the ancestral way,
To justice and equity:-
Time to hoist our sails
Into coming winds of change
Sailing likewise waves:
Oppressive Babylon ways,
Daily splashed with Zion froth:-
TO BASKING ON THE SHORES OF MY POETIC SEABED
Lying here on the shores of the seabed of poetic creation,
May this flow of waving words stream joy, worthiness, and
Inspiration to the thirsty eyes they froth upon; hydrating them,
And energizing sad, weary souls with peace, love, and hope.
May such allegorical words overflow into waiting cups,
To later be sipped by a deciphered understanding of minds
Hungry for awareness, truth, and guidance towards liberation:-
Indeed, may God pour out of my poetic cistern, his divine wisdom.
And for these frothing waves of words of peace and love,
I would be in dehydrating remission if I did not give praise
And thanks to my fellow blessed scribes who likewise
Continue to water my poetic seabed with nourishing grace:-
On golden shores waves were crashing
Beams of sunlight, I saw flashing
and stopped rowing. I stilled my oars.
Waves were crashing on golden shores
Gulls shrieked while the wind was blowing
I stilled my oars and stopped rowing.
Morning skies turned blue as dawn peeked
While the wind was blowing, gulls shrieked.
When daylight broke, I thought of you.
As dawn peeked, morning skies turned blue,
And I recalled when last we spoke.
I thought of you when daylight broke.
It'd been too long. I was appalled
when last we spoke, and I recalled
my words seemed to be a swan song.
I was appalled. It'd been too long.
I felt remorse upon the sea.
A swan song, my words seemed to be.
Reality hit with full force.
Upon the sea, I felt remorse.
SPRING BEACHING
Wet and dry sands pleased,
frothing waves compensating
spring's sweet sunshine shores:-
Between the lines above the shores silence grows flooding the bayou taking moss from tall hollow branches as driftwood falls to the ground splash empty Orr the balance beneath hidden gems catered to beyond what is seen and what is not seen while the tropical breeze frolic about nature's coastline beside the bay while inland moves to a different drum racing to board walks river rafters through beach erosion mastering the sense of being safe crystal springs rushes by and by while rain scatters across the sky clouds burst the sun peeking through in a distance dancing on the greenery the warm tides rises hugging the soft shores
Sky spills blue
across sun speckled footprints
memories melt in the sea
I swim among dancing dolphins
in butterfly bliss strokes
Sky spills blue
In the warm
arms of teal ocean splashing
across sun speckled footprints
I remember us
as shores of forever
memories melt in the sea
Sitting in the dark
sound of rushing waves crashing
feeling of relief
Once, forests whispered tales untold,
A symphony of life, green and bold.
But silence reigns where giants stood,
Charred scars remain, misunderstood.
Oceans choked, a plastic shroud,
Where vibrant reefs once danced out loud.
No sparkling scales, no coral hues,
Only remnants of what we lose.
The air we breathe, a poisoned sigh,
A canvas choked by a smoky sky.
The Earth weeps, a fevered plea,
A future lost, for all to see.
But listen close, a flicker yet,
A seed of hope, we won't forget.
From the barren ground, a sapling strives,
A human hand, where nature thrives.
Solar whispers, painting light,
Wind turbines dance, embracing flight.
Ocean gardens, woven with care,
Restoring life, a future to share.
The fight remains, on every hand,
To heal the wounds, across the land.
For future generations' sake,
Let's mend the world, for goodness' sake.
Let actions speak, let voices rise,
For Earth's last stand, beneath the skies.
For every breath, for every seed,
We plant the hope, of a world in need.
On supposedly eternal shore,
steps purposefully wander as they did before not long ago
when existence swoop with the bow over strings-
its created harmony an unseen, camouflaged racket-
where trampled and washed sand
allowed more human traces - inexperienced and confident -,
unlike the possessive waves and foam
who's stones shall not be tainted by the joyful rays or incarnadine.
Memories, new chains, recall
a suave voice and an uncertain ( expected ardous), yet determined one
piercing the darkness; when torment inside and out
covered minuscule, clingy fragments of hope/optimism;
where rusty vision scrutinized distant gas spheres, contemplating.
When chocolate eyes gazed at the timid orb hiding its ablazed cheeks into azure - familiar scenery, unexpected mise-en-scène -
let an suppressed thought take over: they'll never witness nature's paintings again.
Beneath the sun-kissed sky of Coastal California's domain,
Where Pacific waves meet the land, an eternal refrain.
Golden shores stretch along the rugged terrain,
A canvas painted with nature's utmost pertain.
Majestic cliffs rise with stoic grace,
Overlooking the ocean's vast embrace.
Seagulls glide on the breeze, a ballet in the air with grace
As the salty mist weaves tales without balance.
Beneath the azure sky, dolphins play,
With joyful leaps and flips, they lead the way.
Silhouetted against the sky so sunny,
Their laughter echoes, in a complete harmony.
Whales, majestic giants of the deep,
Gracefully traverse the waters, secrets to keep.
In rhythmic dance, their tails let tales slip,
Of distant journeys and ancient trails to keep.
Surfers ride the waves with skill and grace,
Chasing the rhythm of the ocean's embrace.
As the swell rises and the tide pulls in balance,
They become one with nature, in the Pacific’s embrace.
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