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Such a romantic place on a beach in Monte Carlo Simple little things in life catching one's breath Moonlight glinting of waves breaking off a white sandy beach Faraway thoughts brown eyes crying in an ocean dream song Spell of romance makes one forget the sense of anything Silent whispers echoes binding our chain together tides speak Do you remember the white doves that followed us along the beaches Each link in your arm magic walks closer feelings sing inside a joyous choir enchants Nature nurtured by the desire to fulfill dreams makes time stop Holds deep sea emotions a galloping white steed races home in warm waves kiss The natures mesmerizing perfume of fragrant flowers Where destiny paints the joy in butterflies dance on a warm loving breeze Such is the passion in the depths of ones soul Jewels needle vision flies without wings heaven sings in a spiral coloring rainbows No barriers closed no reasons withstand The midnight moon shades blue embraced one shadow two become one dream A co write written by Liam Mcdaid and Anne-Lise Andresen :) - 30.01.2015 - Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Where cradled canyons sing Of ebony wood in the forest There lies a gurgling spring Where cockcrows sing their chorus To the melody of singsong birds There I've concealed my sensuous words Filled with befitted signs The saccharine whiff of my designs Come to me my mortal youth To the wild realm of your truth Where nymphs and gnomes abound For the earth is filled with weeping And only your tears be found Where the fogs of night are fountains Spills of glistened moon ignite By distant silhouette mountains We dance with passion of fight Entwining ancient stance Mingling hand in hand we dance Till the mountains smile on high Near and far we spring To pursue the realest of dreams While the world cries at its seams Anxious in trouble to cling Come to me my mortal youth To the wild realm of your truth Where nymphs and gnomes abound For the earth is filled with weeping And only your tears be found To where the ridges merry make From the beaks of wooden bright In sparkly pools the ghouls awake That scarce to stir our night We watch for seekers down under Muttering secrets in their soul We bid them lucks of shivers Dipping gently in From reeds that hide a tear of a foal Under the gentle rivers Come to me my mortal youth To the wild realm of your truth Where nymphs and gnomes abound For the earth is filled with weeping And only your tears be found Far away she shall ever churn The taciturn eyed She'll listen no more to turn To the working mills beside Or the scrubbing of the barn May peace weave in her song She shall wave in the yarn To a haven known as Belong Come to me my mortal youth To the wild realm of your truth Where nymphs and gnomes abound For the earth is filled with weeping And only your tears be found For she comes, the mortal youth To the wild realm of her truth Where nymphs and gnomes abound For the earth is filled with weeping And only her tears be found
The atmosphere rings with the bell like calls of the plover flock, long before they are spotted. The flight herringbones a grey fedora sky. Markings of white and coal black weave, wing-stitched, a blanket maker's dream. Sigh makers they close on the beach at high tide, the horizon shivers the sand blanches. These ravishing scavengers light on the tattered edge of wet to dry, dawdling with the dead. Plovers are diminutive scroungers, one-legged dancers, hopping to the pull of tide, dining on crab-eggs in black-tie and feathered tails, their gray skull caps lined with a black brow. Sparrow-small birds dress to the nines. A feast for the birds, fall crisps, crab moltings, go on for endless miles. September is beginning and soon winged ones will fly to sunny shores. The cold Atlantic will moan for the loss of music, the unstitched sky will part. The avian choir is off to the mud flats of Carolina. First Published Eunoia Review January 2015
Lie next to me, and you will see, As we read each other's mind… When your heart beats, mine repeats and both benefit in kind. Time stands still, or so it seems, in our hammock strung between two dreams. Side by side, we hear the tide, and not a word is spoken. Love came in through a door we didn't know was open… Copyright © 2013
A slice of sun rises over Oahu like a pineapple ripened to yellow-gold; an island paradise under drapes of blue shining in morning mist on hibiscus, bold. Behold the beauty of Hawaiian legend - in tropical breezes, blooms sway, tilt and bend, and hammocks of petals drenched in bright arrays are made into splendor of welcoming leis. for Anthony Slausen's Encounters with Flowers Contest, 11/24/14
. The last tint of orange sunset faded into hints of lilacs and blues trailing the depthless paths of a promising horizon On the glistening sand I lay into the first hours of twilight My eyes reverting from early stars to follow soft gentle ripples of playful waves lapping onto the silent shore The scent of salt~ spray and margeuritas wafted in the air 'Neath the moonglow that seperates our lands ...And I thought of you ...Of your last letter Of every pulse of your heartbeat pouring crimson in a cup of rose-petal water Yes,once more I thought of you like I always do And everything was beautiful and everything went still till the trickling drops of crystal dew welcomed dawn.
Rough winds blowing Washing wild waves ashore Scattering about seashells It always makes me want more
Lovely dark woman the tide brings you for love is a child and the sea water brings your kisses like turbulent waves... Gulls float and sing such a sweet song the birds glide above the ships along the horizon the ships return thither.. You my queen the daughter sleeps the taste of wine from your lips our souls sing mermaid of the sea... You the beautiful rose the warmth of your arms a lover who never mourns together we soar the sky together flying pair to pair... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Hold my hands and sing me to sleep Before the dreams sink too deep Through the night walk me to the shore To a land where greetings are peaceful snores Let the moon talk about the day Let it tell off our journey to the bay Let the stars carry me with the morning breeze Back to the fields, the empty willow trees Let the wintersun embrace the darkness in my head Let it lift my soul from beneath the bed Down the beach and on the shore On the clouds with worries no more Free of speech, my mind sinks to sleep Free of love my heart trembles to keep Free of fear, my shudders float astray Free of noises my ears chase away To safety to nothing make me see To claim a state I may never be Take me to the old willow tree Where the white snow buried me
While you sleep I tell you all of the things I keep inside throughout day. Now that you can hear but not listen I find them much easier to say. My hopes, my dreams, my fears, and everything in between Your subconscious hears so keen, or so it seems. My tongue is soft; I speak so sweetly Knowing your reaction will never greet me. Tonight will be different in what I want you to know. It has everything to do with what I can't help but show. I hold no claim to any religion but you've given me a place for my faith. Somewhere it will never stale or lose its lavish taste. You've shown me something I can see, touch, and feel, And so before it I choose to kneel. I know I don't say it but I miss you every day. Sitting, thinking of the perfect words to be my choice, Yet when you call I can't find any of the right words to say. I'm just happy to finally hear your voice. Even just a moment is enough to sooth my heavy heart; Fearing the ends of conversations knowing we'll have to part. I'll never be too far from you, always within arm's reach, And in your days of darkness I'll be the light that you will seek. I'll never let you leave too far from me, I'll stay close behind you in this world; Secretly protecting what is mine, you will always be my girl. I only want the best for you so the best of me I will employ. Faithfully yours, I will always be your boy. I close my eyes and kiss your soft sweet lips And see the very best of you in loving bliss. I see past the physical which makes you attractive And focus on the things I can't see in which I'm attracted. Your thoughts I'd love to hear them all. Of the things you speak disinterest never makes its call. My day will come, I know someday I'll be the only one. And you I will pursue viciously, Because I've given you the greatest gift I can give, to love unconditionally. Yes our day will come, I know someday we'll be as one. And you I will pursue viciously, Because I've given you the greatest gift I can give… to love unconditionally.
A silver path shimmers Across the sea and leads To you lovely Luna lady, Clustered by Cumulus clouds And embraced by an indigo sky, Enchantment emanates From your glowing eye. Lovers wrapped in moonbeams Reflected by the sandy shore Share kisses in silhouette shadows In the magic of your rising, In the soft music of the waves, In the beating of passionate hearts. © 2014 Connie Marcum Wong
Every night I think of you With eyes full of love I come to you in a dream you won`t remember `Neath sik weaved sheets I hold your hand Upon your pilllowcase I leave my kiss in a short memory you won`t recall To the wet sand I tiptoe slowly following footprints which aren`t there 'Nesth cross-stitched stars I walk the path of a sweet destiny so long forgotten where fingers once played with my brown hair With the shadow of the moon I dance Just make pretend I`m there with you Along the shore I pick the pebbles which once we tossed into the blue A sound I hear in walking distance Must be the voice of someone else Or could it be your hush~hushed whisper Asking me gently for one last dance
Such a romantic place on a beach in Monte Carlo Simple little things in life catching one's breath Moonlight glinting of waves breaking off a white sandy beach Faraway thoughts brown eyes crying in an ocean dream song Spell of romance makes one forget the sense of anything Silent whispers echoes binding our chain together tides speak Do you remember the white doves that followed us along the beaches Each link in your arm magic walks closer feelings sing inside a joyous choir enchants Nature nurtured by the desire to fulfill dreams makes time stop Holds deep sea emotions a galloping white steed races home in warm waves kiss The natures mesmerizing perfume of fragrant flowers Where destiny paints the joy in butterflies dance on a warm loving breeze Such is the passion in the depths of ones soul Jewels needle vision flies without wings heaven sings in a spiral coloring rainbows No barriers closed no reasons withstand The midnight moon shades blue embraced one shadow two become one dream A co write written by Liam Mcdaid and Anne-Lise Andresen
My knees were the things that kept me up and my skin is my cutting board my eyes are the rain clouds to the fire running down my arms and my heart is the fire place that keeps me burning so calm
Things seems to be very clear, When actually felt it is unclear, What really seems to be clear, May never ever be clear for ever. Your help for others, May be to be appreciated, Or taken as what is called, to be uncounted. My question is clear, Why the help for others, Is sometime never appreciated, However it is always delivered. In response to ethics, lingers in my mind the answer, To help others is not to be recognised, But it is to be called someone, Who can be respected. To all, continue to help, Not to to be appreciated by others, But to be respected by yourself.
At the beach everything sways and swoons the palm trees by the sea grow sleepy with the heat I'll offer you shade on this sun burned carpet of sand as the misty salt kissed wind crosses the waters from far off horizon... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
The Beach of Promises 1. Fingers entwined, barely touching, turquoise waters teasing your dancing toes, strolling along that serene deserted beach, our promised dreams within aching reach. 2. Hands clasped, holding on, sea-breezes tickling the nape of your neck, walking together, alone, vowing to never breach, the dreams dreamed on that faraway velvet beach. 3. Hands in my pockets, alone, traces of you linger, teasing, lost in my scribbles, your memory fading out of reach, my thoughts ablaze, now and then, catching a whiff of your fragrance, wafting through alleyways of nostalgia, your hand in mine on our pristine beach.
Summer is here once again. The breeze is warm, I smell salt on the wind. The same sandy beach between my toes, The same waters I learned to swim. Sun burn on my nose, To the Ocean I dive in. I submerse myself in the waters of the Atlantic Warmer than the West Coast Thankfully Cold, I simply cannot handle it! Further out I paddle faithfully, For my mother ocean to keep me sane, this is my therapy, to soothe this migraine. This place gives me energy, a weakness with a name. Pleasure Island, NC. A place hidden with fortunes and undiscovered fame. Never could I stray from the ocean my passions would never be fulfilled and I would never be the same. Dedicated to my Dad on Father's Day 2013 The man who introduced me to the ocean and educated me about it and gave me reason to love appreciate and respect it.
Wave a sea softened and a pain and a tenderness throw dreams in fascination of the blue. And let shave the waves of Your eternity , oh, weigh above me, oh,weigh a coast of years. Carry far in azure, spiral ships, with bulging little abdomens, flutter with mahagony pinions and already in vain expect you to stop the scales harbours with hot flames for You are open. Far away, far away ,far away, stretched string, heart and frank await the hymn of June. All sea sisters are dressed in mother-of-pearl garment embroidered of kiss of eternity. In the morning hunts them fishermen and revive with breath of their man's hands. In the evening girls wash their black tunics, in their blue hearts, their feet white ,who cadge heavy chains. The night is squeezed enigma and ugly, predatory like a bat pecking of scarlet fig. Sea sisters, sea sisters, remember His steps which go through you noiselessly, and ou swing like bloody wine- hold in His fingers Herod, Pilate washes his hands, in Yours heirs and they bristled like winter icicles bristles of innoncent blood . There at Golgotha hearing terrible cry, blood gushes like wounded river disappear like Easter roses, in weeds of flushed preditory crowd, to open way of saving. Who is He? Do you heard His name ? He is Messiah, God's anoited Jesus Christ. Like little sheeps, clouds of candy floss, they welcome festivaly. Barefooted are feet of lovely swarthy steps of the sun, came to bow, before You , Creator. The sea throws his magnificent silver flesh, blue like heavently lace, to swallow all stars only Bethlehem's stays inextinguishable, pretty like uncreated like an apple of not born girl.
Love is a wonder shared by one another it's the only reason I'm not six feet under Love in which I believe in a will to sustain I give back to life, now in dormant states of pain The power of Love may not alone be enough locked inside my dreams escape only from above higher than any human being has ever gone before I must have evolved rise above hate, great once more My Father taught me wisdom I am imprisoned no longer now an beast not of burden I am no lion, I am stronger on my shoulder sits twin dragons long awaiting the day evil forces come forth to take what Love is left, away A Hero of Love light are what the world needs angels, not demons exist where ever you believe follow your heart's direction and you shall achieve objects of affection rid of materialistic greed My bright energy has awakened to a fire never consuming the source as the flames just grow higher that is the desire of a product we call Love Fear, the counterpart what I was once made of I am slowly learning how to win when my peace is harder to sharpen so I have given my pen leave the sword has its uses I must say I believe to vanquish the evil in the minds too diseased to serve any purpose except their own selfish ones tomorrow a new day in the clarity of the sun where we two are now one and one done now does bring about a great change lit by the righteousness of Love.
He saw something in her eyes. And he couldn't help but devour the deep desire to get a peak of her soul. Because of all the pain, she boarded up her inner most being and put a lock on it; So that no man could see how empty she had become. INDEPENDENCE; she wore across her chest, making it known to all man kind that she'd rather be stripped down to the lowest she could possibly be before asking for any handouts. Many men knocked at her door, but she refused one after the other. ... He continued to pursue her. And although she made it impossible for any emotion to show, he studied her. She reminded him of the waves in the ocean. Rushing forward to give just the slightest feel of the coldness, almost cold enough to bring chills down your spine. The coldness wasn't the problem, it crept through the cracks of your toes and became quite soothing as it pushed up to your ankles. The problem was that as the waves crept up, it became both torture and pleasure. Because as soon as you began to really feel the warmth, the wave is pushed back back out; a continuous tease. And although he only got glimpses of who she was, he stuck those memories together creating a masterpiece of the woman he believed she could become.
I wanted to put myself in a space occupied by happiness Sweet embrace of the breeze felt in the sea side of Pahut Bongao near Sanga-sanga Everyone is happy doing the ritual of Panulak Bala' The month to throw misfortunes that Tausug believed Beach full of dancing waves from the sea Never limit the horizon of falling leaves of trees 2 January 2013 Bongao, Tawi-Tawi Island Sulu Archipelago
Reflections of imperfections have shown me a way that I can move mountains through my power of faith even though I can't see him I know he is real through the power of prayer and a Love that I feel It's growing inside me like a flower in bloom shall I reveal my powers or is it too soon I am reading the signs through my darkness I find a reason for belief in the light of mankind that I know shall overcome the greatest of odds the Love I seek amazes me especially through the flaws because now I am inspired through the hero's that bring my throne through the darkness on which I return on as your King.
From this rocky height In the morning light, Everything I see Reminds me of Your love; Seagulls, as they cry Like the angels fly By the restless sea Or in the skies above. Waves crash far below, Droplets fall like snow; Everywhere I look Reminds me of Your grace: Colors bloom and fade, Everything You've made Like an open book Reveals Your hidden face. Brighter than the sun, Deeper than the sea; You're the only One That means the world to me: Stronger than the waves, Firmer than this stone; You're the One who saves, Lord, You, and You alone. Higher than the sky, Far spread as the winds; Lord, You chose to die To save me from my sins: Faithful as the tide And the break of day; Always by my side, Remain there, Lord, I pray.
Simple treasures we have found (seaweeds, fossils seashells, crabs) as we learned to look around Walking holding hand (He stopped and wrote) I love you in the sand As the tides began to rise (He laughed I cried) as the words disappeared before our eyes But simple treasures we have found (become fossilized loving memories) as we learn to look around
The heavenly blue of the morning sky is born adorned with fluffy white clouds that entertains my mind with pictures that out of the clouds are torn. Cool sand upon my feet, where I buried them from the sun's heat. I take in the smell of the salty beach, where today I find my retreat. Creamy colored sand lays wake to the next rushing turquoise wave, from the sea. The Seagulls are singing their song, as all the bronze colored tourist, put their sunblock on. Vendor's voices echoing in the wind, Hotdogs, Cokes and peanuts, were open from 8 til......then another turquoise wave rolls in, bringing with it the breeze that drowns out the voices of the vendors again. Multi-colored towels all lined in a row, like a beautiful rainbow laid upon the sand below. When the day has passed and the sun sinks below the saw grass. I can't think of a better place to be, than down by the enchanting sea.
The rush of swish against the shoreline The wind blowing swift by is a sign A storm a brewing, clattering, and shattering The thunder clapping a great sky battering The waves swoosh higher up As you can get this sound like in a cup But more so just cover your hand Now the feeling of grit giving sound to sand Whoosh! the wind takes your hair It is fear-est when water spit as it declare War on your skin, with vibration that pings And the silence of slow blowing wind sings
I wake on the sand Right near the beach You have yet to awake Far out of reach And Daybreak has arrived A beauty unlike any other Comparable only to us, girl And how we love each other So I gaze up alone Marveling up at the sky The warmth of the sun Drying my eyes I'm reflecting on us Oh how each other we trust I'm just so happy we're together And I think to myself, Just as this sun, we'll last forever Then returning to be with you I lay again now Place my hand gently On your warm tender shoulder While I think of our lives today, love And how they'll be when we're older... I know there'd be no other way So "I Love You" I make sure I say To you, each and everyday
Who am I? Am I defined by what is near in sight? Am I defined by what I have done, Or am I defined by what I could become? Perhaps I'm of no use. To him, or her, or I, nor you. Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined, And it is something like understanding that comes in time. And if to the world I'm never shown, Yet in my own light I've grown and grown, And so I can know no happiness but my own-- The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown. I do not pray for the world to know my name. For it and verse; the letters are the same. And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads, I pray his pain my words to keep. Should his eyes rain on my page, Better tears than storms of rage. And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads. I pray his pain my words to keep. And if to the world you're never shown, Yet in your own light you've grown and grown, And so you know no happiness but your own. Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.
Abyssal, deep, the ocean flows and ebbs--drowning souls under, tide-like.
All around me Great cities made of sand. Green sky scrapers poke through the ground To thrive in life's strict conditions And melt away with the tide… Great houses made of cards Form lines, and tightrope walk existence, Knowing that any moment, the wrong brick may fall And buckle our world to its knees As Mother Earth shouts Jenga! from the sidelines. So while were here We dance with the Glass Goddess Poised miles above reality, Leaping over the heavens on our domino stilts- We floor it in the sky Living death in the fast lane, Seizing the day Because any moment We could disappear Into Jacob Reinhardt 10/15/2013
Chill by beach of Pitas. Rain comes in a heavy task. Return home to a break. Another night to medicate tired. Thanks Allah we intend. Well-intentioned we are blessed. Preach in the village of Rungus. The Maulud rejoiced. Kota Marudu we go. Still raining until while ago! Kota Kinabalu 21 Jan 2014
This expanse of land has seen things. Things all of us can only see in dreams. It's seen war, it's gotten it's fair share of scars. Bombs bursting, bullets throwing sand into the air like it's a volleyball tournament. The sand running red with blood silently mocking our arteries. This magnificent stretch of land has seen heroes' tears fall; dropping to their knees while sadness envelopes their fallen brothers but also looking up to their beloved whilst carrying a ring in their hand. It's seen bright days, the sun glimmering over wet sand, footprints of past loves being washed away as the sun smacks the horizon. This expanse of land...has seen things we can only imagine. T.K
I fall in love with broken daffodils, bent daisies, with the touch of your cheek to mine. Every time I see the sunset during work breaks it makes me smile because today I have something to live for. I fall in love with graying hair and age lines, with low tides and the days that my feet reach the coast; your hazelnut eyes and mud hands that make me look so silver. I fall in love with broken souls, and bent perspectives, with a caterpillars slow crawl and my mother's sweet mercy. You found a gold quarter today. So ecstatic you were to see rarity. I fall in love with chemistry, infrequency, the way you move so softly. Every time the worm disappears, I pray its going home. I fall in love with angles, geometry, white noise, and curves. You drew today, the world as you see it, cupping the wrists of the continents with your palm indentations. You said to me, "I can save them." I fall in love with bright lights at dusk, cold rooms, and warm blankets, with wind storms, and how the thunder calls back the lightening. Every time I see you, see this, I fall in love. Love Poem - 29 by Chris D. Aechtner Line used - I fall in love with broken daffodils, bent daisies, I Fall in Love by Katie Pukash
My Wishes are Simple My wishes are simple, my desires few, to gaze upon an ocean, and marvel at a solitary drop of dew. My wishes are simple, my dreams not too grand, to feel the waves teasing my tired feet, with no footprints left in the cool, wet sand. My wishes are simple, my thoughts serenely gentle, calm, my heart resting beneath a swaying palm, healing my being, caressed by nature's soothing balm.
A full moon night to my delight what is so wrong with doing what's right nothing is right after so long no use in complaining time to move on The Dream Water one day might take me away farther from the comfort of familiarity I float on my back then shut my eyes my body now sinking into ocean arms open wide Now swallow your son back to his nature when he is no longer needed to stay here the next generation are dooming themselves they need my experience to guide them through hell Why should I bother on my own, I strive through I turn my back on the thought of bothering to save you alone in this world my, is it spacious I'm finally smiling, never so gracious.
She slips from the sleeping ice. Green, fresh, free to flow through the great fjord. Past the blue mountains. She glides smoothly over the rocks with glee, covering them with her cool touch. Tall evergreens cheer her on. Waving as she courses down her chosen path, carrying life. All the while never tiring! Surging forward to join the others like her. This vast journey , will not end till she reaches The Great Shores. Her journey is joyful. Touching all on her banks, leaving the gift of life in her wake.
Fall in love with the Philippines... Pearl of the orient seas.. Known with its lustrous green forests.. Famous of it's soft to white beaches.. Fall in love with the Philippines.. Hospitable and respectable persons.. Lots olf activities to choose from.. Mountain climbing, camping, diving, surfing.. Choose, try and actively explore... Fall in love with the Philippines.. Seemingly poor yet so rich in history.. All around you will see white to bronze colored Pinoys.. Nurtured by values and of traditions... Fall in love with the Philippines.. 11/3/2013 9:05pm
olive skin so soft and silky smooth dark brown hair the color of poo sat in the sun too long is what she do and now shes bronzed and leathery too her skin and hair turned to vermouth aged and withered unwise to see the color of bronze she turned indeed now caramel swirled and autumned hair she sat in the mirror and wondered and stared how to turn back to the dove she once heired the tanning bed is a wreckless thing it wrecks and wrinkles the skin!
Who is a Prisoner Now My back yard has high walls and is like sun trap, I sit here and get a tan in winters... the walls, cracked, need a lick of paint. I can see a map of Europe, lakes, rivers and open plains where wolves roam and hunt elk, and man shot wolves. The map changes I now see the Caribbean and the Islands dotted about. When I was on a small tank ship years ago I had a chance to go ashore, visit and explore most of the Islands .... mainly I fear, my interest was to meet lovely girls, of what these Islands have many, and with a few of them swam in crystal clear waters of innocence. I also had the sense to see those pearls of Islands in early morning haze. So many years ago, yet I remember Teresa, in Curacao, and that is a great recall, as the Island itself is rather flat and has little to offer of beauty, its only claim to fame is a big oil refinery and the largest camp of prostitutes I have ever seen. Anyway the sun is setting and shadows erase my map, time to go in and lit the fire, but reminiscence of a time gone by lingers.
What is Layag Sug? How come you're not answering? Why are you asking? For me to know Why, isn't it a bully to me? No. I'm just plainly asking. Why is it so hard for you to answer? I don't know why the question arises now. I suddenly realize I don't know the meaning of it. Aha for you what is it? What is Layag Sug? Is it a signature to every statement you make? Or a line you share with someone? Being a signature to every statement It is also a line to share to make Sulu familiar with people today So what is Layag Sug? What do you think? I don't know a Sulu boat? What do you think? You can share what it is so we could explore I will give you my meaning After you give interpretation You're not answering are you? Just say so if you're not I don't have the entire night waiting Layag Sug is about my life Longing for the independence of beloved homeland Sulu Literally Sulu Sail! That's Layag Sug seen through my lens of thought And my experience in life! A poem made to explain the meaning of Layag Sug through the question of Sulu Gypsy. 12:44AM, 9 March 2013, Sandakan, Sabah, Malaysia. Let Us All Save Peace. Layag Sug!
sea birds coo ocean fog perturbs seashells sun greets dawn
Beautiful women stridding along beach front properties after the cruel april showers have rolled through damaging and overflooding the hanging geraniums, and the despise of jealous boys rolling through hemlock, with trousers stained with sand, they gaze like dogs looking at a juicy bone, at the beautiful women, all of them walking hand and hand singing songs of love, as hummingbirds and nightingales soar high over their heads, keeping them all company, all singing songs of love. Go now, go now, into the gardens of beauty there you'll find me hinding, waiting for my beautiful women that spare no glance, but a quick of a hand I am allowed. Go now, go now, into the gardens of beauty pick the red roses that bloom, and leave the blue violets for the dead. See the beautiful women, as the jealous boys huddle around me, we gaze at their beauty and hold our breath, till they start laughing. They drink tea, read novels and talk about everything that matters to naive girls' mind. We listen and hear their secrets, some horrid and some unbearable to listen too. Go now, young boys and stride on go to the beach front properties in your straw hats and sandstained trousers and call unto me, when the beautiful women come once again striding along. One beautiful woman I gaze upon blonde hair, blue eyes the sweetest of arian races she wears her flannel, spring dress, and cottonswab blouse, she turns to me, hiding in the rose peaker bushes, she looks at me and smiles. I hide my emotion and I leave the garden of beauty, to stride for another day. To see the young, beautiful girls, to see that one, that is not hard to spot the one, like the first rose to bloom she is not hard to spot. One day, as I sit in the garden of beauty, my courage will reign over me and I shall present myself to her grace and glorious beauty. Go now my dear, go now, go to the garden of beauty, and share your stories and drink your tea in peace; Pick the ruby roses, but leave the blue violets for the dead, for I am safe and I am just around the corner.
Dedicated to an author by the name of William Golding... Enjoy!!! ~Two boys meet on an island ~~One is skin 'n bones ~~~The other one is chubby They discover a lagoon~ Ralph teases him by calling~~ him "Piggy" - how mean!!~~~ Piggy asks him if There are other people on The island with 'em He has no clue But this'll answer Piggy's question -- Other boys appear - All diverse shapes and sizes What'll happen next?? You'll see... Have you ever read The Lord of the Flies? I recommend it if yah haven't read it yet - I must admit It's a book full of adult words and it's simply...FASCINATING! - no lies You should read it - or you'll regret it!
Did I not tell you, 'Do not leave, for I am your friend'? For in this mirage of nothingness I am the Fountainhead of Life! Even if in anger you leave Me for a hundred thousand years, in the end you will return, for I am your true Goal! Did I not tell you, 'Be not content with worldly form'? For I am the fashioner of the tabernacle of your contentment! Did I not tell you, 'I am the Sea and you are but a single fish'? Do not be tempted ashore, for I am your Crystal Sea! Did I not tell you, 'Do not fly like a bird to the snare'? Come to Me, for I am the very Power of your flight! Did I not tell you, 'They will rob you and leave you numb with cold'? But I am the Fire and the Warmth and Heat of your desire! Did I not tell you, 'They will taint your character, until you forget that I am your Source of Purity'? Did I not tell you, 'Do not question how I direct your affairs'? For I am the Creator without directions. If you heart is a lamp, let it lead you to your true path. And if you are godly, know that I am your Lord!' Mevlana, Divan-i Shams, Ghazal 1725
Low Tide Act 1: Sand I remember The hushed curve of a wave Spooling around my heart Unfurled strength Melting to the rhythm of a calming storm Passing across the damp reflection of evening sand Act 2: Moon I remember The fickle breath of foam Whispering against my back Honey-stained Paspalum Basking in slivers of bleached sun Leaping across the sails of a thousand ships Act 3: Stars I remember The depth of an ocean's sigh Reaching refuge along the shoreline A chandelier of stars Paying homage to the distant pull of a planet Soaked in swirls of methylene blue
she waits for me in the warm sunlight she calls to me in the beautiful night she sends love notes in the breeze filled with her longing filled with the bright beauty of together forever she scatters her devotions along the river of my dreams fills my heart with such comforting joy fills my world with her beautiful soul love letters written in the sunshine adoration written in birdsong she waits for me on a springtime's beautiful sandy shore waiting for my long winter to end don't worry my love i will be there soon and we can run brave through the rain hand in hand and never ever let go we can be together forevermore wait just a little longer my love be there soon and we can watch that sunrise together forever (twenty one years lover and i still dream you in sunshines sweet kiss)
I am the maker of miracles a real spiritual man waltzing through shadows as they pull me back in I know I must escape them any way I can I know the way out like the back of my hand It's just me and the maker together, he and I I told you God is in me you just thought I was high talking with the Zeta's they tell me just why everything has an ending and the old me, must die I'm Calm as a bomb in the eyes of a storm they stare upon me as if I've been warned turn me inside out as a goodness is born I wear my battle scars so stars know I'm war torn When the gift of life is freed from inside the fire starts fading then the anger subsides like the great phoenix, I go back in time a miracle is born and now that I'm revived in my new life, I shine.
Foamy green waves crest Delivering sweet sea gust A heavenly spice
I sit on the sand dunes, lost in my thoughts, as the summer breeze swipes my face, freeing my hair....the salt air makes my inner-self come alive, as the ocean waves offer a private showing, reminding me of the power they own. A seagull flies overhead, as it speaks to me oh so gently, and a voice without a face commands me to"Relax and Feel Peace"......I feel a connection to God, as none other I've known, and all my worries and fears I once pondered, now seem trivial and unimportant.
Show me who you are and i shall paint out broken columns on the valleys of her back as if such figure is un-common i have found no beauty bending as the vines that are her hair and the frailty of man upon her back is what she bares bleed her body for the harvest let them feast upon her soul for the nurishment of mother is leaps beyond so bold she is like the flower growing in the deepest of dark forests,amongst the ivy and hemlock but her skin is much too porous to concern herself with games that tantalize the men, as they marry on crusade it is her children that she tends sheath your swords with her ambition and tip your arrows with her will, craft your armour from her strength and in the battle you will kill come now children from the pasture and lay each upon her side, suckle gently at your mother although theirs pain she does not hide though the water leaks from rooftops her leaves are thick and block the rain, as the water level rises cling to her branches with no shame she is the stone upon the beach, once a mountain pound and breached yet still her disposition clear to love her children that are near inspired by Roots Frida Kahlo, 1907-1954
Mid-summer breezes bellow a Whistling tune, Echoing soft melodies freedom's, Playful abandonment. Against sandy shores waves gently, Splashing, Multicolored shells mixing amongst, Pebbles, Rolling'n'turning hear the everlasting, Hush. Gliding torrents dive through rough, Surf, Greedily seagulls screeching, Screaming who was here first. Snappy crabs running to and fro, Tasty morsels at a fleeing feast. Then suddenly captured, dragged by, Watery under toes. Rippling calmness returns at last, Basking in days repast. Day break's glow warms mans soul, And awakens his heart. Yet nay know mortal's eye can deny, Such beauty that lies before him. Tranquility's slumber lie thee down, Gently rock me by the sounds of The sounding sea. Release thus abandonment's spirit, Foam unto spray washes all my, Troubles away. Here at night's curtain fall, While stars above shimmer And shine. Another morning sunrise appears, But quietly I know longer remain. Silence can become a bitter sweet, Thing, Just once more to hear distant Loons calling sorrows cry, But nothing except silences, Response, Answers to me in still calm. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
As I gazed into the sky in the middle of the night, to my surprise I saw an object coming towards me from the moon. From an object it turned into a fascinating creature, from a fascinating creature it became an indescribable paragon of beauty. She was so seductive and attractive. I could not resist her. Her love is like an ocean that has o end. She is like an angel that has no spot or wrinkle. Her hair is like the expensive wool of Lebanon. Her lips, so smooth and attractive Her tongue, instinctively seductive and ravishing To my surprise and amazement, she turned her back at me methodically and rhythmically. She mysteriously shook her waist and I saw the most well carved art work of the Creator. I saw her well-constructed behind invitingly stirring at me. How could I resist such one in a lifetime offer? Then turning directly towards me, I saw the most tempting and sensuous breasts in the whole universe. Both breasts danced like a football in the field of play. Now, I am trapped. No way out. Who will rescue me from this illusion. Illusion? No, I would rather call it fantasy. But no, it became a reality that I cannot but face. Oh! Queen of the night you are just a relic of pleasurable island of paradise and unending love. Please take me on a ride to your world of Eldorado. Queen of the night You are my queen of the night.
Life relapse and develops new memories and experiences sighted through brown eyes Miles of driving, walking. Thousands of laughters, a few bad habits, a gorgeous dream for an addict Later in life finally files success, the prism adjusts, the same sun ray reflects After a few years of a psychological interpretation which people know god as capable of, ends up all a misunderstanding Maybe someday you'll read my books of insanity And the signature I left under this writing with my very last breath inside of me Because Im now free pieces of ashes in the ocean living my Californian dream, cleaning myself in the tides salt of oceanic health, being the creme that fizzes the sand at your feet In reality, I never made it with you; When you think honey, long nights of cuddling, sun rays on a beach I've never seen, take some pictures for me And my Californian dream will follow you until you figure out the key, honey. The world without one woman's smile would mean, id never created the Californian dream; Id of never lived it, even by the death of me I'd of never known sweet honey and beer is one hell of a mixture And sometimes when you think only the walls are watching You need to talk lower, maybe even whisper. The world without one woman, one less journey, and a million less thoughts is one less dream. If I live the world without one woman, ill never meet the climax of my Californian dream.
I walk... Now I am walking. There's a sun in the sky Early birds fly. Soaring high, in the clouds going by
Seagulls seagulls by the seashore open your eyes and you shall see more of the world's magik in front of your face why oh why would I ever replace the memory of that foamy sea crashing onto the shore while the seagulls are laughing with the children once more who feed them with eyes full of wonder to their curious delight seashells from dead oysters shine of the moon's pale sea light as they mate like the birds and the bees my sea kisses the sky when it rolls with the breeze.
Soft sun, dripping through the trees, landing on her smiling face. Waves made of laughter crashing down in dreams lost in the cool light. Gone are the days of fanciful sights and gold memories. Now she has seashell thoughts and ocean air dreams. Wind and salt against her skin, soft, crushed powder beneath her tanned feet. Smelling sea breezes calms her mind. Melodies that the ocean plays just for her, making her soul dance.
Jesus, you are my Dream come true. Everything I've ever wanted has come to me from you. You came down from your Heavenly throne, making sure that I understand that I'm never alone. You made yourself become flesh as I,in order for you to understand the reasons that I cry. It's hard for me to imagine my life without you, for all your many miracles and the awesome things you do. You chose me, when I knew nothing about you, what an amazing love I feel that came to me from you. You have been to me exactly what you said you would be, you simply came and gave your blood that I can go free. I can't think of anything that will pay for what you've done, But I give you Glory and Praise for my life's victory you've won. Truth be told I am nothing without you, for any success in my life is not of me but you. Thank you for being the hidden man of my heart and giving me your spirit so from you, I'll never part. My life is Grand, cause you are the man, that made me understand, that it is by your hand, that I am kept and.... so when I dream, I dream of you and all the Beautiful things that having you will do. For you are my beginning, my middle, and my end. I Thank you very much for making us a team, and I thank you even more for becoming my dream.
Big Sur Jade Cabochon Broken from off underwater cliffs Slowly pushed by tides and currents Found by me during a low tide While searching along Jade Cove In Los Padres National Forest Cut into quarter to half-inch slabs The cut again into an octagon The octagon grinds down to an oval A flat surface down to concave Grounded first with coarse wheels Then again with finer wheels Buffed and polished to a high sheen With powdered sapphires A new Big Sur Jade Cabochon
for bruce springsteen... it was a rain-swept monsoon day way back then, so many moons away when i felt the music strumming in my veins setting me free like a runaway horse without any reins you sang of simple truths, your verse spoke to people just like me in my lonely, wasted, and desolately quiet night as you screamed out tragic human wrongs, and of everyone's plight 'bobby jean' spoke to me of that girl down the street glimpses of whom, we as innocents would furtively meet and 'the river' that flowed through my ever-barren heart led me down further roads of thunder when slowly i finally learnt that the hardest part was fighting on and never to surrender to the hard-luck dreams that were born to run while i danced in the dark with memories vivid and stark even as i whined like that dog who for forever lost his howling bark and then a 'human touch' came along and 'better days' seemed real, not just words in a song and still you sang and swayed and spoke straight into my unseeing eyes as gardens of secrets were opened, and as your fist punched the skies in an anger that i too felt and in whose cauldron i too burned as we saw murder get incorporated, while on its wobbly axis, our fragile world apathetically turned and then suddenly i was told that i was all grown up working on a highway of scattered ideals and absolving myself by sprinkling some coins in a waiting cup well, after all these years of walking along so many a thorny road with an armour of your verse covering me, even as i hear them taunt me and even as they continue to goad but now i can feel myself fading away, into the bleakness of this coming night just like the ghost of that old tom joad...
Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Poetic Lyrics By Thomas Lam Hsi Billowing clouds...of...rainfall....puffing down...as a Winter blanket! Winds...traded down...as...nomads...circling 'round...Island swells! An ancient...lantern...an orb...of dispersed...graying...eyes! Starry nights...in the midst of...receding...mid-night veils! A sailor's dream...a beacon...of faceted-jewels...descending down...as an Avalanche...of a blanketed...waterfall! The gentle swaying...of a love song...as a symphony...between the trees... And the wind! The chant of aloha...an ancient land...of love...and legend! Flowers...as a...misting rain...of glorious...and...varied...puffing clouds! Rain-forests...cloaked admist...the trickling sounds...of pebbled-ebbing... water-flows! A cacophany...of feathered...flight...swaying as the silken hands... Of the tender...billowing clouds! Endless beauty...magnificient...to behold...a trail of legend...and lore! White sand beaches...pitched sands...softened...by Pacific Island...swells! A voyager's...storied discovery...of an ancient...royal land...of peace...and love! From chalked...and hued...canyons...to bluish...green...waterfalls! Emerald crystals...glisten-ing...under...foaming...tides! The land of aloha...a dream...a lover...and a...friend! Never...to leave...a heart of diamonds...and a...soul...to live forever! My Hawaii...my...lover...of old...and...my children's...children...forever! Poet's Own Notes: Royal Ohana of Kealoha, a 'crested' motto, "Spirit and soul...mind and body... forever vested in the character and nature of the Hawaiian Islands and people!" THERE IS ONLY ONE TRUE GOD...THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY...WHO ALONE CAN SAVE FROM Satan...who plays 'all' roles...the devil...the 'Lord Jesus'... the 'Father'...the 'Holy Spirit'...all 'Other Gods'...and 'alien gods'...HE...THE LORD JESUS CHRIST HIMSELF IS FULLY GOD AND MAN...AND HE ALONE... IS THE ONLY WAY TO GOD THE FATHER...and to an Actual Heaven!
THE CARIBE HILTON WINTER I know she squints her eyes from sunlight straight above as olive hands lay to her skin, as if in love, just barely to escape the falling snow she's gone to where the fools and rich all go and lies out on the beach I'm only dreaming of. She sips on planters punch, as gulls dip in the sky, manipulating where their wings would have them fly; in waltzes of precision, like the snow they go to where they want their lives to go, but never have an end, their love can never die. Is this not Gods caressing--and the earths delinght, His dressing of the trees in simple black and white? How could I leave this world my heart must know to go where only tropic breezes blow, Though falls the snow from dawn, and through the winters night? I surely see the snowflakes in the falling snow each one is different from the ones that wait below, just as some individual might be a little strange and different to me, but each is all the same, except in what we know. My lady knows the sun will do her spirits good and if she can be there, then certainly she should! But as for me, I've chosen not to go-- to love each minute that my heart can know, and God shows me the snowflakes, not the snow. And yet, I wonder at her Hilton Get-away, and dream of sea gulls, loose and in their play, San Juan's become the place I want to go, away from cold, away from gathering of snow, and in her Paradise, she'll welcome me, I know. © ron arbuthnot aka ron wilson aka vee bdosa
In her slippery salmon swim And red streaked Crawdads chute Into her eddying pools To stare at her from beneath rocks. Whitewater rapids challenge men To stand against her torrential frame And face her, screaming out in pain Torturous centuries of ecstatic rain To be her solitary stone To stand against her all alone A true man to soften her cold soul. And who'll be her Reigning Lord Echo her insanity To lover her shade and slippery slopes Crevices' waiting, sharp inclines. Once a current in the sea So filled with green and mystery To her a man did rarely come Then, pulled up by curious shapes Like lambs, in white puffs she flew And traced her shadow cross the land Till the puffs released her soul In little flakes, gentle and slow For a time entombed in frozen snow. There men saw her as a sprite Reflected in her cage of white Men chased her form of watery light In dreams that came hard in the night Her body lucid, long and lean A cold corpse, frozen to the earth Blue hair, bent arm, frozen knee The sun took pity, broke the back Of the ice block and set her free So through high mountains, cliffs And rocks she trickled In a gathering streams, in rivulets Of tears, mouths open Her bosomed skin slipped as ice Pain built up the rage within And sorrow brought it to the light. Green – the color of fast and deep White – the foam that came in waves Along the long and joyous vein She spreads her long body Knee bent, her heavy breasts pinned Blasted, rippled by the wind She's touched only by old earth's hand Its gravity like a naked man Basking in her pools Her faces and belly ghosting him, a mirror. Watch her through the thickening trees Her body sliding toward the sea A torturous rape, a rapid ride For all who've hung upon her side Hearts pound, as she shrieks and sighs With each down stroke a demon dies Within the man who's bourn the pain Endured her crushing fingers round Who's felt the pound of her breasts soft Been beaten by her to the blood And awaits for centuries her cold flood.
The water. It ripples and waves. Its soothing to the touch and it runs over your body like an invisible blanket. When life is too much to take I run to the water. I've thought about lost loved ones over the view of the ocean. As the waves ran over my toes and pulled back it was as if God was telling me I'm here. I see your pain. I see your passion. In time I will wash them away. When it rains, it stirs something inside of my heart. I know that as this storm shall pass, so will the trials of life. The pain will be washed away. All will grow new again. Pain is water. Joy is water. Life it water. Water is beauty.
Sand between my toes— Tears rushing over my feet Phosphorescent waves
A fragile mind breaks Wake upon the rock laden shores A muffled heart begs to echo Whispers lost among a velvet chamber Dusk comes premature time and again Dropping the curtain on an optimistic sunrise If you never witness dawn There is no tomorrow Always the dreamer aches Never awake to make real what he desires The restless corpse walks blind Dead ends seem fitting for one of the kind Lost in the labyrinth of strangling vines Love is the motive and the weapon Taking root in throats dry from weeping Sprouts of amnesia in place of smiles A garden called heartbreak holds onlookers captive The comfort takes hold, sets in the bones weary of searching A plea for rest lands on deaf ears The hollow boy tires of himself The last request he will ever make "End me" Lost and tired He wishes to be weak no more
spinning round and round till i fly up and hit ground turning into sea pleasing me i grab the bass fish gliding past free i dive into the eyes of the brown green scales head first never fails in the soul of the beast i sit bare my locks float around the fish shell his hearts beat started to move me onto my feet bend my knees shake my hips rattle my brain clap my hands the soul of the fish is where i spend the rest of my plans
The thundering sound The waves bring saltwater smell Breath and feel the breeze
The shadows over take my mind at times but your love stands so true for me it takes care of the pain I feel but when the shadows call it seems so loud when your soft whisper is covered by clouds Why so faint is Thy voice for me did I fall to hard inside this hole Do the clouds stand so close for a reason let me out of this season of darkness let me hold Thy hand inside mine keep me warm and fill my heart I love the way you touch my face when the tears fall and you open your warm Embrace Your truth is all I need to live a true life for all to see your hand and love guiding me But I can't walk this road alone I need to hear your voice inside I need your touch so very much I see the pain and feel it to I need your love to lift the blue's Take me now and use my life Help me Lord, to escape the strife. Written By:©Betty Bolden
A silent wave rushing inside my heart Your hand leading me so far we won't depart Your voice I heard in away that's taking me far Into a silent wave rushing inside my heart. Oh the thrill it was to hear your voice so silent as I opened up to you so wonderful this silent wave rushing inside my heart I was searching for a answer to a question for so long there it was a silent wave rushing inside my heart Your voice Lord, in ways I never found a silent whisper so very loud inside my heart the silent wave replied to me your love is so divine.. So when the shattered dreams are filling your mind please please listen to the silent wave rushing inside your heart. Written by:©Betty Bolden
Finding God Look in the mirror every day From the periphery See the silence that's in you Look at the mystery In all of nature: hear thee well The love songs of the birds Read a book all filled with beauty Just ingest the words. Close your eyes, and stop the mind Look at what's within you Listen to that silent whisper She tells you things so true Without a word, the truth will come Just feel the mystery Watch the breeze, and dancing trees Let them enter into thee. Watch the sunrise each new morn And the sunset every night Let each moment come and go And feel Gods sweet delight Then you surely will find her She's not too far away She's always there awaiting you Every moment of the day. 11 August 2014 @ 1
LOVERS POINT I'd watch the waters of the bay mingle with the rocks and sand. Failing stars misted in gray Again fail to illuminate that strand. Lovers Point won't understand. Lonely people seem to like it there. I watched them all as they passed by-- Nodding to my equals there, Gentle ones who came to tearless cry... For what? Only the rocks know why. One night I left that lonesome band; Reaching out to you I touched love's flame. You held me close and took my hand. Once 'twas a lonely place of pain, Until you gave Lover's Point back it's name. LOVERS POINT REVISITED I stood above the misty shore, My time was short as it was late, And watched the reflections once more-- lover's Points nocturnal state-- Our meeting place of misread fate. Nice it was when we were there, Except there's no more 'you and I'. Only a memory of a brief affair, Not lasting long as it went awry. Cold and dark: Lover's Point's sky. Every so often it seems to me My life is like the waves off the shore: One special person comes near to me, Retreats again, is then no more. Even the Point knows not what for.
Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Poetic Lyrics By The Royal Ohana of Kealoha Billowing clouds of rainfall...puffing down...as a...warm Winter blanket. Winds...traded down...as...nomads...circling 'round...Isle swells! Emerald crystals...glisten-ing...under...foaming tides. Starry nights...in the midst of...receding...mid-night veils!
Glistening snowflakes on watery springs falling down from heavens stage making a chorus as angels sing Heavens open to hear the sounds of people singing all around sheltering tree's help critters shield their baby's in the winters field calling out to nature's door hoping snow will fall no more. But spring appears in one days time opens up the weltering sun. Written by:©Betty Bolden 8-10-04
When I lay down the night before, I woke up to find Your Glory inside, When I woke up to find Your Glory inside, I bowed down at Your feet, I crossed over the Jordon and fell at Your feet. I Praise You now and Praised You then, When I woke up to find Your Glory inside, how wonderful now when I woke to find, Your Hand in mine, Your my Hope Lord, Your my desire, My Savior,My King. One day,when I lay my head down, I will wake up to find, Your Glory inside! Written by:©Betty Bolden 2-26-04 All poems are copyright©!
Where the sea meets the sky, Blue on blue. White sails, slowly sliding by, Azure hue. Warm sands, intense, bright sun, Calming you. Beautiful island girl, scantily clad, No taboo. House made of grass and leaves, And bamboo. Waves of heat blurring the beach, Outrigger canoe. Shiny, silver grey dolphin rises, Blowhole spew. Hammock swaying in the balmy breeze, Troubles few. To the urban squalor and urban filth, You bid adieu. Tropical paradise and tropical peace, Who needs a shoe? (20 lines) © Copyright 2012 J.A. Stevens
The Sieve of Time Cast ashore, along the banks of time, whirling through the passing years, clinging to my futile scribbles set in rhyme, Cast ashore, thrust into an unrehearsed pantomime, clenching slivers of joy as weariness descends, lulled into a peaceful slumber exhilaratingly sublime. Cast ashore, hazily adrift, a dandelion seed on the wings of time, trapped in the sieve of spiralling memories, caught between pristine bliss, and reeking slime. Cast ashore, flung aside for no discernible crime, my human heart thuds with elusive hope, though battered, bruised, and covered in grime, I stagger ashore, alone, embracing each moment of detached, oblivious time.
Little leaves falling down floating lightly without sound Keeping in touch with the wind in time sheltering plants beneath the ground. Floating slowly as the breeze picks them up fading away with seasons divine. Then looking up to the trees so high little leaves bloom from the branch to start again with a new season now as the flowers bloom and keep all sound the wind takes control and starts all over again. Written by:©Betty Bolden 7-10-04 All poems are copyright!©
Rush forward to greet the shore-bound partner Send away to hide in the sea Come back, come back to the sunny altar Away from the darkness and smothering algae. Sucked in where underwater, a world moves along Through death and life and blackness too Down deep, where there lives a fatal throng. That simmers in the profound blue.
A Universe It was quite simply a palm full of sand Playfully tossed into the air To be scattered by the wind Each grain of sand was like a little world Drifting through the air unperturbed And so unaware of its surroundings Sunlight danced off each grain As if each grain were significant Instead of dull and unremarkable The grains simply continued drifting Unable to change the course of their destiny As if invisible strings were tied to each But they knew not the nature of their existence And thus their existence was simply a means to an end Books written to begin and someday close These grains simply continued their drifting As long as the wind kept carrying them But they thought not of the wind And they surely thought not of the impending end When the wind would die down and the gale Would simply become a whisper The burden of the grains would become too much And the grains would lose what granted them life Falling into the unknown Falling into the oblivion of my eyes Where they would be wiped away with annoyance Never once thought of again
Deep in the woods, the branches dance in the wind, wild and free, Spreading their fragrance for you and me. Wild flowers sway, as the wind try's picking them up, Their roots planted firmly, as they flow from side to side, showing us all their glory, and our makers touch inside, shadows follow as they calmly go slow, Deep in the woods, time is well known, as night takes hold, until the morning, when light takes control. Written by:©Betty Bolden
I watched her swim up into the arms of a flickering sunset, mouth open, letting rain fall on a velvet tongue. She was a whisper in the arms of horizon, lightning strikes falling beneath her every stroke. I followed her to the edge, until the weight of muddy shores, stifled my breath and forced my knees unto the Earth. In silence, I devoured the sight, praying for the strength to find my way. -James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.
its not black or white cloth should be bright lights up the night beach ball friend to call SUMMER IS FOR ALL
I love the island. Island is no man. When peace is none. Beautiful island. With beach. And white sand. Before I don't feel the fear. Fearsome here. Fearsome there. Fearsome tell. Old business dear. Trade with with slavery. That's only history. Shouldn't happen today. Tomorrow would be great easy. No abduction. Fearsome no more. I love you peace. Layag Sug! Daira Semporna (240614)
Lori, was a beautiful strawberry blonde i don.t know which i love best watching her eat juicy strawberry's or playing volley ball Lori what eye candy you are as you get wet and lay out on the beach.
Flirty Tail Spinners A glowing mist gravitates toward the earth Golden particles move into a canal of birth Electrically charged by an unseen force In a honey like substance, follow their course Each particulate holds a massive power of life Arriving identical none bare the same pallet knife Of colors or purpose, each has a regal fingerprint Pastels paint the land accented by transparent tints Some are cool showers to fortify life washing all clean Others are flowers and trees supernaturally seeding unseen Larger ones hold the power of growth and stimulation to reach Every parcel of land from inland to decorating the beach The flirty tail spinners are the master rainbow makers Humanity collectively gravitates toward timeless acres Basking in summer's brilliant color bursts of majesty Finding solace from the worlds havoc in this amnesty Summertime Beauty Carole Cookie Arnold
As I opened the door And stepped inside the divine floor A gentle zephyr bore upon my core The tranquil ambience aroused me wishes galore And I felt I've completed my journey to God's manor. There is the aureole addressing the path, the path to the house of worship, even in the dark it is a sign of luminescence Shinning against all irreverance. God made heaven and earth and all the angels and all the extra important angels, called Archangels. The Archangels were God's very special friends and were shinning and strong and powerful They adhered God's message To human races. From the essence of humanity I feel mankind is comprehensive They are gifted with a communal harmony And from the essence of spiritual luminance Divinity is never classified And the idol we worship is in the core of mankind. Today when I see the unity within I feel to be a part of them They don't have any caste as such Neither have they belonged to any religions Christians, Hindus and Muslims Together they are Goans. Thence I hold my breath Along the serene western sky To the sandy coastal line There to blend with the ocean rage And legless gamy sight. Live shells, fresh air and sunrise at the horizon, a lazy day and a walk to remember. I gave up everything just to feel am the only admirer Along the coast I rove alone, and I see am being followed, but not by humans but by the species I never acquainted before Seeking for your morning lust, I call upon a peaceful realm, I decided to hold your hand, and thence I committed to feel the warmth. Before I leave, let us rock on the sandy beach, let us blend with the folk culture and together we will grab the trance music and dance, the moments we will collect may bring us back to here.
Through the doors of my heart Her presence enters, A trail of light, wind, and commendations Of summer escort her footsteps Sashaying the strands of her hourglass garment. Impressions stretched like sunlight on a prism, As wind whispering thru river reeds, As cool as beach wind stroking tenderly Across the hairs of my skin: Beautiful enigma, my African konga Playing your melodic rhythms on the floors of my being Opens me to wind that is you. You, my crystal wind Washing away brine that has been tied to the waters of my soul. Your eyes place me in utopia, your hands bring me succour From the muddy places that have held me in itches Your presence is a softness Chilling as the wind, woman.
Port of Call Barefoot on a talcum beach, alone, not lonely, with the breath of the ocean a caressing balm, soothing pained memories away, to the swaying of a solitary palm. Barefoot on a talcum beach, alone, not lonely, feeling the brushing away of all past turmoil, on a quest for solace, ever so hard to find, yet comforted by the crashing of the waves, as the tide cleanses all pain, and leaves despair far, far behind. Barefoot on a talcum beach, alone, not lonely, drenched in a sea-breeze of mist, that hushes the ache of bygone moons, tasting the salty tang on my lips, as the burnished sun, over the distant horizon, swoons, and dips. Barefoot on a talcum beach, alone, not lonely, searching, ever searching, for a slice of solitude, as memory bids a final adieu, reaching under the sea so vast, and seeking comfort in the depths, while embracing, the tomorrows to come, wishing that they be true. Barefoot on a talcum beach, alone, not lonely, seeing my truths drown, as they slip beneath the turquoise waters, feeling my heart ablaze, with a passion that rarely falters. Barefoot on a talcum beach, alone, not lonely, yet knowing that I am home at long last, wishing the waves would wash away, the defences that once stood, like an impregnable wall. Barefoot on a talcum beach, alone, not lonely, I have found, at long last, my final port of call.
i found her on a beach in belize if you please just sunning herself and taking in the sights and sounds of the gulls watching ships past by with steady courses set and sturdy hulls the sun dripped from her shimmer as i sat blinded by her glimmer she showed me what was beyond the shore and so much more she pointed to the horizon where blue meets the darkness at night there she sat contemplating mankind's possible destruction and plight her beauty shone like the sun i tried to hide my eyes from viewing and being beautiful is all she was doing and in so doing telling a story that was a warning to all telling humanity to answer her fervent call all she wanted was to lay on the beach unafraid of what was to arrive if all of us didn't get together and learn to mutually survive no waste to last for a million or more years no more wars born out by tepid tears no destroying the balance of nature of which she was too aware as she sat by her father Neptune's lair her mother shone as did the daughter i speak of born from a family of peace, tranquility and of course love so as the gulls flew by and their chicks learned to fly i continued to watch the ships past by sturdy and strong and no one can convince me that her assertion was wrong for most assuredly this was no ordinary girl because this beauty was born of an oyster and her name was pearl (c) 2012....PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
just below a marvelous landmark of a metropolis that see's no end to its expansion, lies a stretch of land. curved by many years of our moons control over what covers more then 50% of what anyone could inherit in this world. lies a log. only a few could tell how many years this artifact has gotten to observate. not that it could form opinions and idea's or have the slightest emotion but its there. the smell of sea salt. the ever swallowing winds and waves that swallow this small penninsula, through out the many days the light and darkness have taken there turns, to the forever clock work of the change in seasons. this log, this stump, has sat here. If you believe in destiny, you may come to believe this log serves a purpose for any who find themselves venturing to this corner of the world. love has started here. happiness has found a landmark to add to a foundation to the souls that let it take over them. memorys from a father to a son, to a daughter to a loved one have been forever forged here. no matter how much of are climate changes and reshapes this land all these memorys will stay embedded. unknown to the common folk who stumble upon this stretch of beauty. it will always be there. One cold day. a philosopher, a poet, a man in search of answers that roam uncontrollably through out his body decides to ponder in this place as he seeks an inner answer for his search for peace, harmony and happiness that has been in a bit of a recess for what feels like an eternity for him, hide and seek let your childish memorys take you away as you remember what defines the meaning of hide and seek. this poet feels nothing more then sinking in the ocean like the flat long rock he threw to skip. counting the times its bounces back after hitting its surface. this imagery slowly creeps its way into visualization that it almost resembles himself. beauty in 5 seconds that most in this beautiful world probably have never considered, never captured. he stands up, takes his steps forward. the paralyzing feeling slowly diminishing. each link in the chain that has kept him bound slowly disappears. He begins to wish he had on sandals instead he imagines the feeling of the small pockets of sand away from the rocks creep warm heat into the spaces in between his toes even though its a cold summer set day. he makes another step. his thoughts tend to take him over and do circles each step he takes, each breath he takes. before the poet realizes where he stands he feels the water rush up his legs. as he opens his eyes wondering why he had them closed. he reaches into his pocket to throw another rock he has been holding onto long before stumbling into this beautiful abyss that captures moments unknown to all the unknown souls who have wondered here. he kisses the rock, looks to the distance and tosses it. before the last skip even came the poet had turned around. he knows from this moment on nothing will be the same again but not in a dark gloomy unpredictable way. more in a way that is so new. another adventure, another moment soon to come like the many before who forever embedded there memory's here. a new start. not one wished upon but one that found its way to him, who is watching over the poet making sure there is ground every step he takes? the answer lies in himself. just like it does for you.
The shore is what I have seen since I was little when I grew up it was so far in the distance to see. Walking the distance when I was a child I was so brittle to notice the path was so warn out to me. The little strides I took was not so bad it was just how it ended up when my mother had my hand. She pointed out to the horizon to make me glad that I could look out and see the sand. The look in her eyes was so beautiful it was one of those moments that can be captured. My mother showed me the path and told me to be careful to not worry about the pain she pictured. The final walk up to get home was a bummer because it was the sign that ended my time their. My time at the beach and the sea was the end of summer that is when I said, I will be back I swear. The path might be warn more and more out even when time passes and when I get older. My memories of my mother and I will last with out a doubt with time I get smarter and much bolder.
Do you ever watch the butterfly? The beauty in its colors. The love in its movements its just like no other. The butterfly is my favorite of the bugs and the flowers the love it shows is like Gods hand its touch is soft and full of grace so gentle in its movements like the Lamb. So as you walk in the spring watch the butterfly as it lands see how it moves and let it stand on the flowers God made for us and it, take it slow and never skip. Written by:©Betty Bolden 12-13-03
Later on today...yeah... Fireworks are gonna sound like Gunshots in each direction... But, it looks like a growing sunflower in the air The sounds are too much to bear... Scaring cats and dogs away... Confusion sticks to us...like a leech I'm not feeling okay...I want to go to the beach I have a migraine...okay? Let me swim away into the ocean Fireworks go off, but I'm caught in waves of motion... And I forget about the commotion... Thank the Lord Almighty... For His loving-kindness and peace He plants in me I'm Experiencing Cloud 7 Again...thank heaven I get afraid when Fireworks go off I get spooked out in the den Full of lions and I have ENOUGH OF THIS NONSENSE... Quit The Noise... ENOUGH WITH YOUR PRESENCE Quit wandering around like all FIVE toes... REJOICE! It's fourth of July! Oooh! Look at the glorious, black velvet sky!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
LE TRE SORELLE My favorite spot in Italy, and perhaps anywhere, was Ristorante Le Tre Sorelle in Positano. It was at the bottom of at least a hundred stone steps, just on the right, and right on the beach. A hundred steps seemed like ten, with delights for the senses on every step. Chic bikini shops with tan young clients, tiny pastry shops, ice cream vendors, mini-galleries, and lone musicians, all bathed in the soft bright sunlight of the Amalfi Coast. Le Tre Sorelle had affordable pasta and a priceless view. Between checkered tables and cobalt sea marched the ancient beauty of humanity in every form and state. Over espresso, we created names for people in this parade, to suit our fancy. "There is Mr. and Mrs. Cold Obtrusive boring Mr. and Mrs. Kind Receptive.", we might say, or, "There is Mr. Old Fat Rich failing to interest Miss poor Young Georgeous." Sometimes we would separate our unwitting victims into "should wear bikini", "maybe should", and "never should" classes. We made up other rude categories depending on how much wine we could afford with the affordable pasta. The challenge of youth in Positano was to find a place to sleep for free. Step one in this quest was to find a pretty girl who also had a hotel room. Step two was to persuade her to share it. Step three was to sleep on the beach. But the beach was duly patrolled by the Beach Patrol. So the trick was to dance in the last-open disco until everyone, including the Beach Patrol, were too tired to care. Then with luck, we could borrow some fisherman's boat cover for the night, until the fisherman went fishing. Still, this meant one or two good hours of sleep. Besides, at sunrise, we could swim in the sea and chill ourselves awake, just long enough for the first espresso of another beautiful day, at Le Tre Sorelle. In spite of youthful nonsense, the crushing beauty of Amalfi, both human and stone, pressed it's lovely wisdom deep inside our souls.
12-18-2012 Somewhere to be Alone I noticed your eyes were blank, Different from the windows opened, The soft breeze blew across the empty room, You,like your smile would not move, It was as though I wasn't even there, Seconds to late I left for home, Walking down this road alone, Away from a feeling that had gone wrong, I hope to be in true love once again, With the sand in my hand,hearing the sound of the busy sea, The freshness of salty shifting breeze,blowing off my face, Shearing softly, tips of crashing waves,mist drops off my nose, The flock of seagulls glide as if floating in mid-air, Watch the sinking orange sun,turning the page, To another calm passive day, realizing that I can not stay.
Warm sea soaked breezes tantalize our imagination of sweet love. Mother nature flowers our souls with her grace, beauty, passion for nourishing, leaving us with such wondrous tranquil delights. Written for my Daughter Krista.
The horizon bathed in crimson hue waves caress the shingle beach white patches among the blue and the whispering breeze As we stride along the beach fingers entwined in loving grip we sit by an upturned boat gently resting on our coat warm night air brewed a potion of which we sipped a drought of passion falling into an abyss tranquil igniting the dormant desire out of water came a sprite dancing and spraying mist showered heavenly sanction upon our blessed union. © (17 Feb '15)
I ALMOST –IT'S JUST ALMOST Obsession with obscurity objects-obtruding my offering Friends and families framed in my fairytales-hiding my fears Scared to show the true colors-waiting to be validated and valued by vanity Lost love, rooted in rooms with no windows-lack of wisdom cost me to loss all Wives whispering wishes, wishing wrong words where never sown in sight Now covered in fame and fancy fantasies, facts are now factions to my sight I almost lost my life if it was not for you; I almost lost faith if it was not for your faith I know you love me, please take me back, I almost lost your footsteps of life and love I have become prodigal with your presence-my desires deceived me I have become my cravings, lost the course of life-purpose of living I live in shadows of life covered in pleasure, luxury, and leisure-void soul Truth is now trauma to my spirit because I now live a lie as truth, absent from truth Religious with rituals without relationship or righteousness to relate to: please help Born from fallen generation, searching in dark places, sightless from light-blindness I almost lost my life if it was not for you; I almost lost faith if it was not for your faith I know you love me, please take me back, I almost lost your footsteps of life and love You are the place I call home, you are the joy and peace I hunger for I am now shrinking because I have lost your presence-relocate me back to you Perception perfumed by ignorance, producing pitfalls with self-justifiable-painful Please return me to the well of the creator, drinking fresh waters – refreshing Review my identity, pass the past, projecting present into future-vision restored Broken pieces, broken pot, broken heart, broken life into the potters hands, remaking I almost lost my life if it was not for you; I almost lost faith if it was not for your faith I know you love me, please take me back, I almost lost your footsteps of life and love
Fly, beyond heaven. Dangerous Breathing, breathless sky. I live for successfully, eat more. Designate Yamaha, I breath Solid-Flow I break bricks, solid emotion, live in the sea Because when we fly, we live to the heart.
PREFACE TO A JAMAICA FAREWELL When I'm gone remember me in tamarind season reflecting the bitter sweet of life we shared Raise eyes to the ambers and blues of Caribbean skies Listen to the thunder and hear my soul soaring In the searching winds of time look for me in the ebb and flow of the tides: Frothing the shores with salted memories.
I walk with my sister and we are young And her knees are less broken; they swallow petrel calls and soon we are equivalent. I call these my oceans. I shriek with my sister, we wished the evenings would take our wolf-like sounds and make us un-speeched. We are straight and know the meaning of artificiality. It is this: jingoism, pesticide, beaches steeped in rich, naked men. I promise to protect my sister from optimism, and together we are impatiently consumed by mosquito thirst. When we grow pale, I offer her dirty laundry, grass stains. In her mind, she is already past alternatives, and has forgotten those rhythms. Beneath the ocean, I am subdued and I am drowning in inanity And there is a chain wrapped around my sisters foot; really it is a snake. I am bellowing the chains, willing her to acquiesce, but she whispers to the snake, sweetly, and it slackens, and she is walking into naked beaches.
colors of sunset bathe our bodies as we kiss on tropical shores lover's paradise fleeting my tears stain his wartime grave Visual #5 Written on 3/2/2015 For Get Romantic Poetry Contest


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Author: Carlo Dolci |
Painting, Oil on canvas, 73.5x56.5 cm |
Origin: Italy, Mid-1640s |
Personage: Mary Magdalene |
Source of entry: acquired by Prince V. S. Trubetskoi in Paris, 1819 |
School: Florence |
Theme: The Bible and Christianity |
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Ryan Lochte's mom is going to have a lot of 'splaining to do. Like, how she dragged her Olympic-stud in the middle of a mess not of his own doing.
Yeah, he's already raked in four medals during these London games, so that's all good and stuff. It's just that out of the pool that things are getting kind of sloppy for him. What, with trying to wear some cheesy Olympic grill on the medal podium. Oh, and how his mom went and talked about his sex life on the Today show. Ugh.
Making matters worse? Renown sex therapist Dr. Ruth has chimed in on Lochte's mom's totally inappropriate comments on Twitter. And while she might be 84 years old, she's right on the ball with her take on the big-mouth Olympic mom. Take a look:
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Stalled a bit on reading, but i do have that 100 classic books "game" for the DS!
it's awesome! has a whole bunch of classics!
i think i'm on the first few pages of The Three Musketeers? Might start Moby Dick some time...
also have another bookmark in Mere Christianity by C.S. Lewis!
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Robert Louis Stevenson Quote
"In winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candle-light. In summer quite the other way, I have to go to bed by day." ―Robert Louis Stevenson Source/Notes: Bed in Summer, st. 1. - A Child's Garden of Verses (1885) |
"Don't judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant." ―Robert Louis Stevenson Source/Notes: Attributed. Variant: "Judge each day not by the harvest you reap but by the seeds you plant." |
"Life is not a matter of holding good cards, but of playing a poor hand well." ―Robert Louis Stevenson Source/Notes: Attributed |
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Robert Louis StevensonBorn: November 13, 1850
Died: December 3, 1894 (aged 44)
Nationality: Scottish
Occupation: Writer, novelist, poet
Bio: Robert Louis Balfour Stevenson was a Scottish novelist, poet, essayist, and travel writer. His most famous works are Treasure Island, Kidnapped, and Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde.
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India Rupee Rises From Five-Month Low as Exporters Sell Dollars
Aug. 8 (Bloomberg) -- India's rupee reversed losses on speculation exporters repatriated earnings to benefit from the currency's slide to a five-month low.
The rupee rose 0.1 percent to 61.1450 per dollar in Mumbai, prices from local banks compiled by Bloomberg show. The currency touched 61.74 earlier, the weakest level since March 5, as U.S. President Barack Obama's authorization of air strikes in Iraq led to concern escalating geopolitical tensions will prompt investors to shun emerging-market assets.
"Exporters selling dollars helped the rupee recover after geopolitical tensions caused a panic this morning, hitting all emerging-market currencies," Vikas Babu, a foreign-exchange trader in Mumbai at state-run Andhra Bank, said by phone. The rupee weakened as much as 0.8 percent earlier in the day.
The yield on the 8.4 percent government bonds due 2024 climbed to as high as 8.68 percent before ending at 8.64 percent, little changed from yesterday, according to the central bank's trading system. The rate jumped 11 basis points, or 0.11 percentage point, this week amid speculation the central bank will refrain from cutting interest rates after it flagged risks to its inflation target.
Obama authorized the strikes against militants to prevent genocide in Iraq, deepening risks as Russia retaliated against U.S. and European sanctions by banning some food imports.
The rupee's one-month implied volatility, a gauge of expected moves in the exchange rate used to price options, jumped 18 basis points to 7.94 percent today.
Three-month offshore non-deliverable forwards fell 0.1 percent to 62.24 per dollar, data compiled by Bloomberg show. Forwards are agreements to buy or sell assets at a set price and date. Non-deliverable contracts are settled in dollars.
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