Lay dreaming on the beach
Listening to the ocean roar
Ecstasy filled my soul with delight
My mind wandered ~
I filled the night's chalice with knots of desire
My heart raced ~ faster
Pulsating beats of rhythm
To the sound of the ocean
Splashing vigorously in my mind
Intense heat filled my body
Dripping with sheer ~ delight
My heart missing beats
I learned how to live unkissed, until ...
That night changed everything
I screamed ~ “Tie me to your Tongue “
Please, please ~ I’m begging now
Passed the stage of no return
Tonight is the night
Desire ~ becomes fire
It’s raining roses and love riots
Oh ! I feel your tongue caress me
I don’t want this to stop
I can take it ~ more~ more
The moon is an honest Manipulator
Brighter the moon shone, hotter I became
Is this a dream ~ or reality ?
I don’t wanna wake up
Feelings of desire, engulf me
Ocean calls me into you
If time turns, will scars stain the sky ?
A WAVE SPLASHING FLOW OF
WARS, LANDS, SEAS, AND US
Today’s war waves flow;
Oily frothing away lives
And once useless ships:
Soaring ships costing so much
To be replaced and bombed out:-
Today’s warring times
Unanchors old warrior ways
Of making money:-
Not only do gas prices rise,
But also its shipping cost:-
Ocean warring times
Leave much collateral ways
To make land-money:-
Land-money to support the
On land-power mongering:-
On land or the sea,
Political war making
Is about money:
Money to support power;
Not winning equality:-
Just check it all out,
And see what this war has done
To poor you and me:
We do not have equity,
Justice, nor democracy:-
Final awareness:
Oceans have us surrounded;
Ships daily cruising.
Can not warships also cruise,
Right up to our shores as well?
Bursting, breaking free from egg shells with glee
Baby chicks welcome their blest endowed worth
Amidst mother Earth’s radiating mirth
Ready to frolic in the pond --- there they flee.
Cheerful in their sunny color delight
Ducklings quack, inviting attention gain
While they wobble gladly, devoid of strain
Traversing terrain midst their dancing flight.
As water fowls of playful swimming zest
Ducks and chicks showcase aquatic tactic
Boasting splash-technique, indeed fantastic
Designed by God* with His creative best.
*Genesis 1:20 And God said, Let the waters bring forth abundantly the moving creature that hath life, and fowl that may fly above the earth in the open firmament of heaven.
May 31, 2025
7th place, "Let's Do The Chicken Splash" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest Sponsored by Mystic Rose Rose; judged on 6/11/2025
Splashing in puddles is more fun than I remembered from last year
The duck was hopping up and down, giving his gnome a bit of cheer.
Gnome was jumping from puddle to puddle, laughing like a loon.
They had to hurry though, for grandma would be here soon.
Mommy had put them out to wait beside the porch for her.
The puddle jumping was a bonus, the water cold and pure.
Splashing is exciting! The duck told his excited wet friend.
Grandma arrived to jump with them, they hoped April would not end.
Forget more
She says
How could I forget
Your hands in mine
On the beach
Without sunshine
Cool dark night
Feet buried in sand
Water splashing, Creating roars
Cutting rocks through time
Under the moonlight
You are mine, you are mine
Water is such a fun thing
nothing can keep it dry
it always so full of liquid
gets you wet whatever you try
Now mix water and elephants
then the fun really begins
these large creatures of nature
love a good splash on their pins
They have an extra gift on them
having trunks to water out by force
you've no chance against such a foe
a drenching is yours sure of course
but if you really want a car wash
then these fun guys are spot on
but make sure they hit the target
if you're near your dusk will be dawn!
So if you're near any area of water
make sure elephants are not near at hand
if they are then be sure it's land dry
don't mix them you just stand alone
(This is an oldie of penned some years ago, though it would bring a laugh at the end of this troublesome year for us all.)
I watch and see a smile spread across your face,
A glistening wave that breaks upon the sand.
And I, a child once more, run kicking and splashing
Through the blossoming foam.
In such an ocean, I could drown and happily embrace my fate.
© Barry Freeman - 17th August 1995
The river
When we met
Was splashing
Both the banks
I was
A little nervous
I wanted to swim
In case I sank?
The other day
There was a report
In the newspaper
As he was ardently fondling
The pulsating blonde neck and throat
In a prolonged prelude
Splashing the crushing waves
From the climbing passion
She died of asphyxiation
The rippling sound
Crippling crests
Suggesting silhouettes
Engaging my pen
With vignettes
While eyes focused
At the waves
Gently swashing against the shore
Knocked on the door
Making me forget
The after and before
Are you crazy
A voice out of the mist
Called out
The luxurious river
Is in full tide this evening
Come away
The splashy call
However, was louder
Resembling an ocean
Too gorgeous to stop
The blueberry emotions
Looking at
The currents hitting the anchor
Waters lapping the land
The blue water darkening in twilight
I waited with the key
The lock was restive
As I splashed my thoughts
Many a leaf fell from the tree
Quite a few, however, were stubborn
________________________________________
4 June 2020
Splash Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
The clowns have arrived- splashing lilies from the pond
OR
The clown has arrived - stealing lilies from the pond
Splashing paint on a canvas
Is that visual art?
Does it constitute anything resembling design?
A huge swastika as a backdrop
for an Israeli Jew crushing a
Palestinian Arab baby under
one of his jackboots -- in a cartoon
in a picture, in a film
Is that art?
Is there any redeeming value in it?
And what constitutes creativity?
Filming a series of loud farts, made
by breaking wind or by pumping one's
underarms against one's sides
What is creative about that?
Is there anything new created?
Filming the strewing of the rancid contents
of a dumpster over a marble ballroom floor
Is that creative?
What on earth does it create?
And is there anything new under the sun?
"What has been is what will be, and
what has been done is what will be
done again, and there is nothing new
under the sun" (Ecclesiastes 1:9)
February 19, 2019
Entry in "Creativity in Visual Arts" contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Ripple-
Water body
Touch all
Closed entity
-November 04, 2018 Chattogram
the splashing morning
sprinkling the silver poems
on the blue sari
April 13, 2018
I hear the rain
... falling
down
Falling down
... falling
down
Enjoy the freshness
and get soaking wet
Mother nature comfortable shower
Flooded fields and highways
A cool guy shouts in joy
while others rush for cover
The rain makes pools
they splashing home together
I hear the rain
... falling
down
Falling down
... falling
down
03.07.2017
(unrhymed couplets)
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Water is such a fun thing
nothing can keep it dry
it always so full of liquid
gets you wet whatever you try
Now mix water and elephants
then the fun really begins
these large creatures of nature
love a good splash on their pins
They have an extra gift on them
having trunks to water out by force
you've no chance against such a foe
a drenching is yours sure of course
but if you really want a car wash
then these fun guys are spot on
but make sure they hit the target
if you're near your dusk will be dawn!
So if you're near any area of water
make sure elephants are not near at hand
if they are then be sure it's land dry
don't mix them you just stand alone
Love Splashing On Blue Lake
Words I can never fake, I love blue lake
a splash in delight and love at midnight
skinning dipping with my sweet gal
do I ever love it and how!
Beaches sandy ,long and ever so very wide
places for hot lovers to cleverly hide!
blue waters to cool off over-heated hearts
of lovers never wanting to ever be apart
Yards above a shady and very nice little park
nooks there ready to hide in and hotly spark
mid week deserted except for empty park tables
sand castles there to decorate our sweet fables
Words I can never deny, I love her, she knows why
we have the bind that forever, forever holds and ties
our passion a treat we can never ever dare forsake
in our sweet paradise , joyously loved blue lake!
Words I can never fake, our love at blue lake
cherished memories of bliss we so love to make!
Robert Lindley 06-05-2014
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