Beautiful People
Super-talented children
play on the eternal beach,
building castles and cities
and civilisations and worlds,
anything, everything they want;
and try to keep all and each
out of everyone else’s reach.
Dancing around hand in hand,
they themselves are powdered sand.
The sun shines down
burning them brown.
The sea rolls in
ironing everything
smooth and flat and thin.
poem by Brian Taylor
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Summer fun at the Beach
Summer fun is so grand
It's so fun too play in the sand
Summer time with family is so fun
you get to laugh and play in the sun
Running around on the beach
and for the ocean they try to reach
Summer fun is so grand
all the little kids run and play hand in hand
Get to play with a beach ball
seems like your there all day long
Making sand castles is really grand
just laughing and playing in the sand
Laughing, running, jumping, and jogging
screaming, shell collecting, beach walking and ball hogging
And all this summer fun has just begun,
I hope you read this poem when you done
poem by Attalia Gooden
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Down to the beach
Down to the beach
Down to the beach
On a sunny day we go
Beach bags packed with sun screen lotions
Hands rubbing people’s backs in slow motion
Glistening oily bodies radiating with sensation
Down to the beach
Down to the beach
Where a chilly sea breeze blows
Let’s have some fun
In the red-hot sun
Down to the beach
Only there the ladies reveal saucy behinds
Whenever the raging sun is still kind
Down to the beach
As never-ceasing waves play across the shores
People happily play dreading any rainy downpour
Down to the beach
Where young lovers closely nestle
As sand creatures cause the sand to bristle
Seagulls gliding in the air with screams and whistles
Kids picking up shells and building stormy sand castles
Down to the beach
Where mostly good vibes flow
Down to the beach
We go whilst there is still sun without snow
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Beach
BEACH
soft, warm sand
smooth sand castles
white birds
salty, blue water
loud, giggly children playing
peaceful vacation
poem by Kera Davis
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A Soul By The Sea
Walking barefoot on the beach,
Collecting shells within my reach.
The sun shines brightly upon the sea
And I’ve never felt so free.
Breathing in the salty air,
Calm, serene, not a single care.
There is no better remedy
Than being by the soulful sea.
Children’s castles in the sand,
Lovers walking hand in hand.
An atmosphere of serenity
For all the souls beside the sea.
Seagulls soaring way up high,
Yachts and fishing boats sailing by.
I’m where my soul was meant to be;
Overlooking the deep blue sea.
The tide comes in, the waves leap high
And splash the rocks that once were dry.
My heart and soul sing with such glee
When I feel the power of the sea.
My spirit was born by the seaside
And here forever it will reside,
For I never feel so happy and free
As when my soul is by the sea.
© 9th June 2007
poem by Melanie Ann Calvert
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Sand Castles
Sand castles on the beach,
but still far out of reach
of the encroaching waves
which wash into the caves
like an unwelcome leach.
The tide will wash it away.
Eden will passionately sway
to the rhythm of the wind.
A moment never to be rescind.
Build the castles anyway.
The sand will always be
just sand and infinitely free.
Whether we use it or not,
it will eventually come to naught,
but the memories remain with me.
poem by Suzette Crous
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At Night On The Beach
A breeze from the ocean
Cools the beach
The stars up above
Seem just out of reach
Waves are softly lapping
Up on the sand
Lovers are walking
Hand in hand
A falling star blazes
Across the sky
It burns so brightly
And silently dies
While out on the ocean
A ship’s light shines
Sailing out to sea
Home port far behind
The tides are rising
In the night
But will be gone
By morning light
Covering the sand
With seaweed and shells
Filling the air
With tidewater smells
Like backward salmon
We go to the sea
Seeking fun or peace
Or tranquility
Or maybe a way
To re-start our life
Walking along on
The beach at night
July 4,2000
poem by James Frady
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Seashore
On the seashore of endless worlds children meet.
The infinite sky is motionless overhead
and the restless water is boisterous.
On the seashore of endless worlds
the children meet with shouts and dances.
They build their houses with sand
and they play with empty shells.
With withered leaves they weave their boats
and smilingly float them on the vast deep.
Children have their play on the seashore of worlds.
They know not how to swim, they know not how to cast nets.
Pearl fishers dive for pearls, merchants sail in their ships,
while children gather pebbles and scatter them again.
They seek not for hidden treasures, they know not how to cast nets.
The sea surges up with laughter
and pale gleams the smile of the sea beach.
Death-dealing waves sing meaningless ballads to the children,
even like a mother while rocking her baby's cradle.
The sea plays with children,
and pale gleams the smile of the sea beach.
On the seashore of endless worlds children meet.
Tempest roams in the pathless sky,
ships get wrecked in the trackless water,
death is abroad and children play.
On the seashore of endless worlds is the
great meeting of children.
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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On the Seashore
On the seashore of endless worlds children meet.
The infinite sky is motionless overhead and the restless water is boisterous. On the seashore of endless worlds the children meet with shouts and dances.
They build their houses with sand, and they play with empty shells. With withered leaves they weave their boats and smilingly float them on the vast deep. Children have their play on the seashore of worlds.
They know not how to swim, they know not how to cast nets. Pearl-fishers dive for pearls, merchants sail in their ships, while children gather pebbles and scatter them again. They seek not for hidden treasures, they know not how to cast nets.
The sea surges up with laughter, and pale gleams the smile of the sea-beach. Death-dealing waves sing meaningless ballads to the children, even like a mother while rocking her baby's cradle. The sea plays with children, and pale gleams the smile of the sea-beach.
On the seashore of endless worlds children meet. Tempest roams in the pathless sky, ships are wrecked in the trackless water, death is abroad and children play. On the seashore of endless worlds is the great meeting of children.
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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Girls On The Beach
Ah ah ah ah oo ooo ooo oo ahh
The girls on the beach
On the beach youll find them there
In the sun and salty air
The girls on the beach
Are all within reach
If you know what to do
How we love to lie around
Girls with tans of golden brown
The girls on the beach
Are all within reach
And one waits there for you
(girls on the beach)
The sun in her hair
The warmth of the air
On a summer day
As the sun dips out of sight
Couples on the beach at night
The girls on the beach
Are all within reach
And with the boys tonight
(girls on the beach)
Girls on the beach, girls on the beach
Girls on the beach, girls on the beach
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Bright Buckets
Bright buckets bulge with sand and shells today,
brimmed by children busily at play,
intent on building, digging time away
upon the beach, sand castles they inlay
with scalloped decorations castaway
by last tide’s currents, scattered anyway
along the tattered margin of the bay.
A tiny grain of sand was yesterday
caught up within the complex interplay
of forces ‘yond our ken which ever weigh
upon the stream of consciousness to sway
more than a moment’s notice in their way
regardless of the influences they
appear to have upon our day to day.
Our meditations led far, far away
to rock formations which Time’s Go games play
until the grain by wind or water spray
from bedrock blown, is worn down, dust or clay,
key silent witness to life’s chaos fray.
What change of scene, and what has been, what may
yet be that grain stands witness to Time’s stay...?
poem by Jonathan Robin
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A Gathering
I sat and watched clouds
gathering,
Taking on familiar faces,
I was taken back to
yesterday,
When as children, we played
together,
Running on the beach, gathering
shells for our collections.
Building castles in the sand,
Teasing each other about
tomorrow,
How quickly time passes.
poem by Heather Burns
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The Laws That Man Made On Earth
the laws that man made on earth are like sandcastles.
and the men who made them are like children
playing on the beach one summer's day.
each hand takes a mouthful of sand and
forms the minarets and walls and doors of
the castle. A path for their prince. A stable
for their horses. A special chamber for the
king and queen. A training ground for their
warriors and soldiers to protect them.
A court for their counsels and judges.
Every structure geared to protect self-interest.
the laws and sandcastles. The men who made them
are the children on the beach. And here comes God
the Big Wave, and in an instant, on a single wash of
its mighty hand, or tongue, or cape, all these laws are
washed away.
Then the afternoon comes. The sun sets. The children
go home and sleep.
Tomorrow is another play. Another game. Another sandcastles.
Nearby the waves keep looking.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Lignano
those sweet summer days
we would walk hand-in-hand
swim together in the sunlight
and write our names in the sand
now the sunshine has disappeared
all the skies are gray
i walk alone and watch the waves
wash our names away
i won’t be back next year, my love
and altho we’re out of reach
i will never forget that summer
we will always have the beach
we will always have the beach
poem by Rev. Dr. A. Jacob Hassler
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Howard Simon
Howard Simon a young friend of mine
Walked the sands of of the Virgin Islands in search of prose
He arrived at acove in a horseshoe shaped beach
His hand was full of seashells
I said nice to meet you my friend and they dropped to the sand like dollars lost from his hand
Why? because we never know when someone we know may be encountered
And the treasurers at hand are just but a meer encounter of life as we live.
So howard come visit me in Jersey combing the beach and I'll dropp the syringes when thier out of reach...shea
Killing An Arab
Standing on the beach
With a gun in my hand
Staring at the sea
Staring at the sand
Staring down the barrel
At the arab on the ground
I can see his open mouth
But i hear no sound
I'm alive
I'm dead
I'm the stranger
Killing an arab
I can turn
And walk away
Or i can fire the gun
Staring at the sky
Staring at the sun
Whichever i chose
It amounts to the same
Absolutely nothing
I'm alive
I'm dead
I'm the stranger
Killing an arab
I feel the steel butt jump
Smooth in my hand
Staring at the sea
Staring at the sand
Staring at myself
Reflected in the eyes
Of the dead man on the beach
The dead man on the beach
I'm alive
I'm dead
I'm the stranger
Killing an arab
song performed by by Cure
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Killing An Arab (live)
Standing on a beach
With a gun in my hand
Staring at the sea
Staring at the sand
Staring down the barrel
At the arab on the ground
See his open mouth
But hear no sound
I'm alive
I'm dead
I'm the stranger
Killing an arab
I can turn and walk away
Or I can fire the gun
Staring at the sky
Staring at the sun
Whichever I choose
It amounts to the same
Absolutely nothing
I'm alive
I'm dead
I'm the stranger
Killing an arab
Feel the steel butt jump
Smooth in my hand
Staring at the sea
Staring at the sand
Staring at myself
Reflected in the eyes of
The dead man on the beach
The dead man
On the beach
I'm alive
I'm dead
I'm the stranger
Killing an arab
song performed by by Cure
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I saw you building castles on the beach
I saw you building castles on the beach
and mine were in my mind,
in dreams, in a world out of touch
still out of reach
but so near that I almost
could touch them
and when your eyes found mine
something there connected
with my thoughts, you smiled
and the sea brushed
all your castles away
but that was really ok
and the sky, the sun, the surf
and even the lacking wind
made it a perfect day
and together we walked
into the sea, splashed
and swam to the other side
of the crushing waves
and I wish that every day
could be as carefree as just then.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Thats Really Super, Supergirl
I cant hold you down
If you want to fly
Cant you see Im all broke up inside
Well just you use your two x ray eyes
Hurt like kryptonite
Put me on my knees
Now that Ive found out just what youre doing
With your secret identities
Thats really super supergirl
How you saved yourself in seconds flat
And your friends are going to say
Thats really super supergirl
How youre changing all the worlds weather
But you couldnt put us back together
Now I feel like Im tethered deep
Inside your fortress of solitude
Dont mean to be rude
But I dont feel super
Supergirl
I wont call again
Even in a jam
Now I realise you could be on a mission
Saving some other man
Thats really super supergirl
How you saved yourself in seconds flat
And your friends are going to say
Thats really super supergirl
How you stopped the universe from dying
But youre never going to stop me crying
And I feel like youre trying hard
To sweep me like dirt underneath your cape
Well I might be an ape
But I used to feel super
Supergirl
Thats really super supergirl
How you saved yourself in seconds flat
And your friends are going to say
Thats really super supergirl
How youre changing the worlds weather
But you couldnt put us back together
Super supergirl
How you stopped the universe from dying
But youre never going to stop me crying
Super supergirl
Im here in your fortress of solitude
Dont mean to be rude
But I dont feel super
song performed by by Xtc
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Thats Really Super, Supergirl
I cant hold you down
If you want to fly
Cant you see Im all broke up inside
Well just you use your two x ray eyes
Hurt like kryptonite
Put me on my knees
Now that Ive found out just what youre doing
With your secret identities
Thats really super supergirl
How you saved yourself in seconds flat
And your friends are going to say
Thats really super supergirl
How youre changing all the worlds weather
But you couldnt put us back together
Now I feel like Im tethered deep
Inside your fortress of solitude
Dont mean to be rude
But I dont feel super
Supergirl
I wont call again
Even in a jam
Now I realise you could be on a mission
Saving some other man
Thats really super supergirl
How you saved yourself in seconds flat
And your friends are going to say
Thats really super supergirl
How you stopped the universe from dying
But youre never going to stop me crying
And I feel like youre trying hard
To sweep me like dirt underneath your cape
Well I might be an ape
But I used to feel super
Supergirl
Thats really super supergirl
How you saved yourself in seconds flat
And your friends are going to say
Thats really super supergirl
How youre changing the worlds weather
But you couldnt put us back together
Super supergirl
How you stopped the universe from dying
But youre never going to stop me crying
Super supergirl
Im here in your fortress of solitude
Dont mean to be rude
But I dont feel super
song performed by by Xtc
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Dont Let It Bring You Down
Old man lying by the side of the road
With the lorries rolling by,
Blue moon sinking from the weight of the load
And the building scrape the sky,
Cold wind ripping down the allay at dawn
And the morning paper flies,
Dead man lying by the side of the road
With the daylight in his eyes.
Dont let it bring you down
Its only castles burning,
Find someone whos turning
And you will come around.
Blind man running through the light of the night
With an answer in his hand,
Come on down to the river of sight
And you can really understand,
Red lights flashing through the window in the rain,
Can you hear the sirens moan?
White cane lying in a gutter in the lane,
If youre walking home alone.
Dont let it bring you down
Its only castles burning,
Just find someone whos turning
And you will come around.
Dont let it bring you down
Its only castles burning,
Just find someone whos turning
And you will come around.
song performed by by Neil Young
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