Nuggets Of History
Watching the tide slowly recede,
wondering what treasures it left behind.
What little nuggets of history
it has left lying on the shore.
Walking along the damp sand,
you look for something
that might just catch your eye.
A rare coin from a distant era
lost in a shipwreck somewhere.
A slice of someone’s life
from a long gone past,
or it could be an old bowl
someone had eaten from.
Now its fragments have washed ashore
and lay in front of you.
A token given back from the sea
in place of lives it stole.
You may find these and many more
if you walk along a quiet shore
just as the sea recedes
to carry on it journey once more.
Roaming restlessly
on this earth, it calls its home.
22 September 2008
poem by David Harris
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Ship To Shore
When you pulled at the wheel with me
To steer our fragile ship of state
We nosed toward uncharted seas
But found our course within a lake.
And every where that we did turn
There loomed another barren shore,
We turned, and then did turn about
To find we'd sailed each course before.
And you would chafe at each restraint
And I would rush to catch each squall
That filled our sails a little while
Before we lay becalmed once more.
Then you would see each distant point
As bearings, where your freedom lay
And drive our ship before the storm
For day upon each battered day.
'Til we had sailed on every course
That wit or will could still devise
While biting tongue and sharp retort
Became the language of our lives.
At every turn, a shallow reef
To wreck the hopes that we had shared,
Each tack would bring us near to grief
Each luff would leave us near despair.
But then you spied some promised ground
And took the boat on that same shore
That we had left together, once
Though never to return, we swore.
The ship of state rolled drunkenly,
I could not steer, nor go ashore
And so each watched the other weep
For you would cry, and I implore.
'Til you rowed back to join the ship
But we were fast upon some reef,
And soon you turned to carp and wit
To speed you on your long retreat.
A thousand times you made that trip,
A thousand times from ship to shore
But now the tide's exposed the rip,
There's nothing left to journey for.
And you may live your life ashore
While I attend some new design,
Our ship of state once went to war -
I burned her to the waterline.
20 September 1989
poem by David Lewis Paget
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This Mighty Wanderer
Standing on a cliff overlooking the sea
I stare out at the restless waters below,
slowly moving in and out
with each incoming and receding tide.
Like a nomad ever seeking
a new place to rest its head.
Its colours always changing
under the rays of the sun,
wandering restlessly forever
from dawn to dusk,
dusk to dawn
in its never-ending travels
in this worldwide.
This mighty wanderer
only comes to shore
at the incoming tide.
17 September 2008
poem by David Harris
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Ashore, ashore with the tide’s flow
Ashore, ashore with the tide’s flow
As in a sack some thing washed in:
And lay amidst the shells
And pebbles of the shore
Amidst the lapping of the waters rude
And the sea-waves’ roar.
Ashore, ashore with the tide’s flow
The sea-waves washed her in
One eye was closed the other open
And on her golden hair
Were drops of red:
Wild lapped the sea-waves and the cloud
Frowned on the sea-shore
Amidst the lapping of the waters rude
And the sea-waves’ roar.
How many winters rude have skimmed
Their frozen fingers on the white breast
Of the pale moon-lit lake a-dreaming sound
How many a Spring of green
Has come and gone:
Since that ashore, ashore with the tide’s flow
The sea-waves washed her in
Her clothes that rich were tattered were
Unseemly with the smoke of cigars
And the drunk smell of alcohol
Her look was wild and sad and raw:
Wild lapped the sea-waves and the cloud
Frowned on the sea-shore
Amidst the lapping of the waters rude
And the sea-waves’ roar.
poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
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Fish In A Bowl
Everywhere I go
A thousand faces stare at me
Eating from the palm
A date from hand to mouth
Break a leg!
The shoes are on the bottom
On your way
But the wardrobe always stays wide open
All washed up
Stood on the shore
The wave is over
But Im all washed up
Fish in a bowl
Everywhere I go
All bob and weave
Or sew it seams
Aiming low in life
They keep their noses clean
All washed up
Stood on the shore
The wave is over
But Im all washed up
Fish in a bowl
An ordered life from start to finish
And my timing is out
All washed up
Stood on the shore
The wave is over
But Im all washed up...fish!
song performed by by Haircut 100
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Back To You
Baby I'm gonna find my way back to you
I'm lying in dirt watching these shadows dancing across the walls
Nothing to do but think of you and count the tears that fall
Oh how I wish it was real
I wish I could feel you holding me close
Oh I think I know for sure
I should've never let you go
I would walk the world across the sea
A journey beyond the moon
I'll try anything go anywhere
To find my way back to you
I still don't understand the reason
I think I was just afraid (what can I say)
All I can do is to face the truth
And deal with the mess that I made
Now what I want is a chance to take it back and go home like this oh
Ever since we said goodbye
We have been lost in loneliness
I would walk the world across the sea
A journey beyond the moon
I'll try anything go anywhere
To find my way back to you
Now baby I was wrong now that you're gone
The only thing left to do is spend every day try every way
To find my way back to you
I know that I was a fool to push you away
And if you let me back in your life
Baby I swear all my heart and in your arms I will stay
Baby you're the only one
Baby
song performed by by Faith Hill from Cry
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Constant Time
Time past and the future give way to this present picture,
But can somebody tell me how to recognize that gate that leads to the bed of roses,
We speak about the future like the past is a grain of sand on the shore,
Washed away by the ocean tide,
Giving way to new grains to make a portrait of the present,
These past memories stay deep in our heart like the depths of the ocean,
Though it gets washed back to shore ones in a blue moon,
Reminding us that our past is a standard measurement of our strength,
Time moves so fast making the past to fade away,
this makes us seem so secured about the present,
Forgetting the fact that our present becomes our past that was once a present from nature as a new day,
Some take the future to be a dream and a wish,
But I take my future to be what I see when I stand from the bottom of the mountain to look at the top,
And my past to be the depth of the ocean that can always be washed ashore …
The only thing I can control is my present,
Yes cos my mind controls my hands to give you a flash of what goes on in my head
Like this words i write to you was once my future and will become my past, making my future my past and my past my future..So ironical isn’t it?
Standing here I sure know 1 thing,
I will reach the top by that foot path,
Yes of course it’s not to mean that I wouldn’t fall,
But I have to break myself off my present past and walk with grace to stand where I belong,
There where I am the king of my destiny,
The past is just going to be a page of memories,
And my future will become my present making time constant in my head,
Because I stand on my past which was once my present and my present which was once my future, making time equal and constant
As I flip thru this page of life,
By: ade
poem by Adeniran Oluokun
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Little Treasures
Little treasures that get lost
from years long gone by
keep reappearing daily
to give us a treat in our lives.
Look along the shelves
in any book store
and you will almost certainly find
words of a passed on author left behind.
It is not only books,
but films from the past
that have been restored to be seen again
and give us a treat in our lives.
Little treasures, little treasure
that when are found
prompt our memories
to recall times from long ago.
17 September 2010
poem by David Harris
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Walking By The Sea
At the end of day
with my bride to be
watching birds at play
walking by the sea
holding her hand squeezing her tight
on the shore of sand, that be
all through the night
down by the sea
happy and carefree
no one in sight under the watchtower light
just her and me
walking by the sea
upon me came a feeling of euphoric kin
I never felt before
just a little after ten
walking on the shore
I think its love you know
thats what I wanted it to be
now we always go
walking by the sea
I always think of that day, long shed
just her and me, as beforesaid
walking by the sea
poem by Ernest Clary
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Time After Time
Lying in my bed
I hear the clock ticking
And think of you
Caught up in circles
Confusion is nothing new
Flash back warm nights
Almost left behind
Suitcase of memories
Time after some times you pictured me
Im walking too far ahead
Youre calling to me
I cant hear what you have said
Then you said
Go slow, I fall behind
The second hand unwinds
If youre lost you can look
And you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you
Ill be waiting
Time after time
If youre lost you can look
And you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you
Ill be waiting
I turn, my picture fades
And darkness has turned to grey
Watching through windows
Youre wondering if Im ok
Secrets stolen from deep inside
The drum beats out of time
If youre lost you can look
And you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you
Ill be waiting
Time after time
If youre lost you can look
And you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you
Ill be waiting
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song performed by by New Found Glory
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Curling Waters
The tide rolls in on curling waters,
then stretches its fingers to touch the shore.
It hisses as each wave breaks
and its white waters pound against
the sands and rolling stones.
We can sit for hours watching
its endless race
to see which finger
can go farthest up the shore.
Its waters then retreat
as a new wave takes its place.
25 September 2008
poem by David Harris
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Beachcombing
As the tide retreats, it leaves behind
Once hidden treasures, for folk to find.
Left revealed, is a long strip of shiny, wet sand,
Where treasures, now at their journey’s end, will land.
By the sea, small pieces of glass have been ground,
Leaving their once sharp edges, smooth and round.
There are a few fallen feathers from visiting gulls.
Smooth, egg-shaped pebbles – both shiny and dull.
Shells of all shapes, such as cones, conches, and scallops,
Are washed ashore by the powerful sea, as it gallops.
There are lions’ paws, kings’ crowns, tulips, angel wings,
Slipper shells, jewel boxes, moon snails and other things.
Sugar Kelp, Bladderwrack and Dead Man’s Fingers,
Are some of the seaweeds which, on the shore, linger.
The sight of numerous pieces of discarded litter,
Leaves behind a taste, in my mouth, that is bitter.
Pieces of driftwood, many with interesting shapes,
From the endlessly shifting sea, make their escape.
If, along a sandy beach, you take a relaxing wander,
There are many treasures on which you can ponder.
Folk can while away many an hour of pleasure,
Sifting amongst all the newly arrived treasure.
An hour or two spent exploring a sandy cove,
Can potentially reveal a whole treasure trove.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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First Day Of My Holiday
Standing looking out at the valley below
with its small tidal bay.
The tall mast lie drunkenly on angles
as their boats are left stranded
after the tide retreated,
back to its roving wanderings.
The calls of the seagulls
bark in the evening air
as the sunset enriches
the surrounding hills in red and gold.
Little birds take their last flights
before dusk and roosting.
A serene scene to greet my eyes
in a laid-back day,
the first day of my holiday.
Away from the clamouring pace
of a life left behind for two weeks.
Just standing and watching for what joys
my life must prepare for
as the evening clouds begin to gather.
Waiting for the hour
when night decides to descend
and bring a quiet close
to the first day of my holiday.
13 September 2008
poem by David Harris
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The First Day Of My Holiday
Standing looking out at the valley below
with its small tidal bay.
The tall masts lie drunkenly on angles
as their boats are left stranded
after the tide retreated,
back to its roving wanderings.
The calls of the seagulls
bark in the evening air
as the sunset enriches
the surrounding hills in red and gold.
Little birds take their last flights
before dusk and roosting.
A serene scene to greet my eyes
in a laid-back day,
the first day of my holiday.
Away from the clamouring pace
of a life left behind for two weeks.
Just standing and watching for what joys
my life must prepare for
as the evening clouds begin to gather.
Waiting for the hour
when night decides to descend
and bring a quiet close
to the first day of my holiday.
13 September 2008
poem by David Harris
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The Coward
A frightful face floats upon
The undulating waters edge
Like a ship-wrecked casualty.
Its distorted image mirrors
Its vacant eyes and ashen face
Though still alive but dead inside
A failed life, a flubbed suicide
A washed-up failure washed ashore
Rejected by the waxing tide
The sea accepts the very brave
From long fought wars and weathering
But spews its cowards back to shore
Where uncourageous men are made
Those live their lives in masquerade.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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Men, the waves
The sea waves meet the shore.
The waves ebb; the shore stays ashore.
He, the wave, meets her, the shore.
The waves carry the carcass of the tryst.
The shore buries the debris of the tryst.
Man sticks to the past, woman to the future.
13.01.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Madagascar
I won't be told anymore
That I've been brought down in this storm
And left so far out from the shore
That I can't find my way back, my way anymore
No I won't be told anymore
That I've been brought back in this storm
And left so far out from the shore
That I can't find my way back, my way anymore
No, I..
No, I...
Forgive that they teared down my soul
Bless them that they might grow old
A dream that's forgotten may know
That it's never too late
So many times that I've seen life before me
I searched and found the way to choose to the end
I found a way, to know, why it had to be
Mired in denial and saw all the rain
If we ever find it true
Love will have its way to choose
Three more to tame
We can be ever
I won't be told anymore
That I've been brought down in this storm
And left so far out from the shore
And I can't find my way back, my way anymore
No I won't be told anymore
That I've been brought back in this storm
And left so far out from the shore
That I can't find my way back, my way anymore
song performed by by Guns N' Roses
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Jackie
(Sinead O'connor cover )
Jackie left on a cold, dark night
Telling me he'd be home
Sailed the seas for a hundred years
And left me all alone
Now I've been dead for twenty years
I've been washing the sand with my ghostly tears
Searching the shores for my Jackie-oh
And I remember the day that the young man came
Said, your Jackie's gone, he is lost in the rain
And I ran to the beach
And laid me down
You're all wrong, I said
And they stared to the sand
That man knows the sea like the back of his hand
He'll be back some time
Laughing at you
And I've been waiting all this time
For my man to come, take his hand in mine
And lead me away
To unsailed shores
I've been washing the sand with my salty tears
Searching the shore these long years
And I'll walk the sea forever more
'til I find my Jackie-oh
Jackie-oh
Jackie-oh
Jackie-oh
song performed by by Placebo
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Skinny-Dipping (Fun Poem 100)
The footprints in the sand
told the story of two lovers
that danced along a deserted shore
to go skinny-dipping in a place
where no skinny-dipping had been done before.
They left their clothes upon the rocks,
but forgot about the tide.
While they had their swim,
the tide came in and washed their clothes away.
Now back down the beach they dance
with only hands to hide their bare bits there
and red faces to hide their embarrassment.
11 April 2009
poem by David Harris
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Things To Be
I hear the sound of thunder
roll across a blue sky
seen the strike's of lightning
above smokey water
as I lay on some distant shore
watching my soul die
in time never ending
where there is nothing I feel
I found myself some-where
I have never been before
just an empty space
some place buried in my mind
where there was no darkness
the world didn't shine with light
I felt no sadness with this emptiness
that lives inside of me I can't find
there was no happiness
my tears only fell at night
love was long out of sight
And as I walked closer to me
in a dream never clear
I saw of things to be
watching it all disappear
in a world full of hate and greed
a time this world is going to bleed
with all that we deceive
As I ride on a white spirit horse
that came down to take me home
I see nothing in this future real
nature will still take her course
all will be gone with what you believe
nothing left here to grieve
I'm not here anymore
I find myself alone
Then I woke from this place
there was no smile on any face
everything lost without a trace
and these were the things to be
poem by Spiritwind Wood
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Time After Time
From Clockstoppers Soundtrack.
Cyndi Lauper cover song.
Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick,
And I think of you
Caught up in circles confusion
Is nothing new
Flashback warm nights
Almost left behind
Suitcases of memories,
Time after
Sometimes you picture me
And I'm walking too far ahead
You're calling to me, and I can't hear
What you've said
Then you say go slow
I fall behind
The second hand unwinds
If you're lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting
Time after time
If you're lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting
Time after time
After my picture fades and darkness has
Turned to gray
Watching through windows you're wondering
If I'm OK
Secrets stolen from deep inside
The drum beats out of time
If you're lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting
Time after time
You said go slow
I fall behind
The second hand unwinds
If you're lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting
Time after time
If you're lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting
Time after time
Time after time
Time after time
Time after time
song performed by by Uncle Kracker
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