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Sonnet: Three-in-one sea-watching

His elder sister, himself and pet-dog
–upon the beach, the three of them standing
Are silently immersed in sea-watching
–a spectacle so awesome despite fog!

The horizon is visible yonder;
The vast expanse of sea is mind-blowing!
Some men in boats are found to be rowing;
Some giant waves rise with noise like thunder!

The sea-water is seen with silver sheen;
The froth moves to and fro, kissing the sand;
The mammoth, majestic sea dwarfs the land;
And, no one knows, how long here, they have been!

Time flies and yet stands still, seeing the sea;
The triune stand engrossed in harmony!

poem by John Celes
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The Land versus the Sea

To the man on the shore, the sea
With its vast expanse, appears lovely;
With sparkling waves of immense beauty,
That calms the mind of its devotee!

The incessant roar of sea-waves is awesome,
And drowns the ears which welcome;
Time seems to have come to a halt
To those who sit by the water with salt.

The foam and froth and spray fill the air-
A treat to the eyes which watch and stare;
The sand under the feet too slips and goes
Back to the sea, its home, of course!

The sea is home to creatures lot;
Its breeze is so cool to skins that are hot;
The lives of fishermen on it depend;
A watery grave to some, it may just end.

Who can deny the sea doesn’t bring mirth
To mankind, right from its very birth?
Oh, once it spanned the whole surface of the earth,
Receding just before the first man got his first breath.

But to the man in a ship caught in a storm,
The land holds hope and appears calm-
A haven to those who desire less harm,
That keeps sailors off deep seas, warm.

The sea is hope to fishermen, may be;
The land is hope to men amidst a stormy sea;
With joy and sadness in both surely,
They live in threatened amity!

And yet, at other times, the sea
Is a scene of great tranquility;
Twirling its waves high, infinitely;
And tossing them onshore in spontaneity.

Oh, what shall we call it- necessity,
Enmity or Nature’s harmony;
Or the land’s immeasureable agony,
That’s an endless pity?

Or is it a show of love and of hate,
From time immemorial that won’t abate?
And yet, the sea takes the upper hand,
Gnawing the coastline of the land-
That changes so very often,
Sometimes, becoming misshapen.

What’s the sea without the land?
What’s a shore without its sand?
A struggle for existence:
A land in hapless defense?

There is hope and joy in both;
There are dangers lurking stealth;
Yet, both obey the Maker’s word,
That remains to mankind, always unheard!

poem by John Celes
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My Childhood Reminiscences

My younger brother holds my hand;
We stand upon the edge of land;
We stand amidst the coastal rock,
And I am young; wearing a frock!

Our buddy Dog is with us too;
He sits so well like me and you;
We three are watching th’ mighty sea –
Awesome expanse of water free!

The waves are small and move freely;
Some giant ones too come, may be;
The sea appears so calm truly –
Cynosure of tranquility!

But life has not been thus always;
My brother has now changed his ways;
The dog had spent its earthly days;
‘Time, tide awaits no one’, - th’ adage says!

My life today is not happy;
Some things happen like Tsunami;
We can reset some things, may be;
But life can be at times stormy!

Our childhood days will not return;
Sometimes in dreams, we always yearn;
Wisdom in earthly life, we learn;
Some day, we all must become urn!

Yet, there’s no use in feeling sad;
The world can sometimes make us mad;
Excess of emotions is bad;
Let’s live life being always glad!

To die is earthling’s destiny;
Why fret and fume in mutiny?
Avoid in life ignominy;
Like sea-shore sands, man seems tiny!

poem by John Celes
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Children on the Beach

Most children love to build
Sand-castles on the beach;
And pretty seriously,
They work for such long hours!

Some also draw and write,
By finger on wet soil;
How well they imagine,
And work like artistes fine!

Yet, they are innocent;
They do not know the sea;
The water-waves that come
Wash off their labored tasks.

They never realize
That sand can’t stand for long,
In sun, rain or sea-waves;
‘The foundation isn’t strong! ’

Some do it just for joy;
Some hearts are broken fast;
Some jump with angry feet
–Their toil gone all awaste!

Adults do similar things,
Although, they are aware;
They build castles in air,
And write upon water!

Are not adults stupid
To work with dangers nigh?
And build such flimsy things
That easily gets destroyed!

poem by John Celes
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On Wading Into Deeper Waters

Grains of sand,
Under your feet;
Slipping often,
Gives a feel
Of squirming worms
-Instability:
When in water
That’s quite deep!

Drops of water
Make the ocean,
And the lakes
And seas we see.
When once in it,
You can’t stay long;
Your lungs warn you
The need to rise!

Little fishes
Passing by,
Try to nibble
Your legs new-found;
For the swimmer,
Things are fine;
For the novice
-a watery grave!

Neck-deep water
All around,
Makes your head reel
In the noon sun;
And you know not
To where it flows:
A feeling of
Slipping beneath!

poem by John Celes
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Lost At Sea.

You remember now the sound of the sea,
The crashing of waves, the white and grey
Gulls in the sky. Mother said, don’t go too
Far out; keep an eye on the young ones.
The cold water made you hop about when
It first went over your bare feet. You knew
Where the young ones were, you could see
Them there at the water’s edge running in
And out as the cold water chased them.
The beach was crowded; the crowds seemed
To occupy each area with their deckchairs,
Windbreakers and towels spread on the sand.
The bright sun shone down heavily; the air
Was still. And Mother’s voice loudly shouting,
Where’s Baba? Where’s she gone? And the
Place she was with the others was without
Her presence now; the panic gripped you.
Your eyes scanned the beach and sea; you ran
Along the beach near the water’s edge gazing
Out at the wide expanse of ocean, ignoring the
Passing ships on the horizon, the sailing boats,
The far out swimmers, just looking for Baba,
Your eyes searching each face, each child, every
Little one running on the beach or out at sea out
Of reach. Mother came running down the beach
Towards you, her face red with effort, her mouth
Screaming out words carried off by the other
Sounds and the sea’s call, pointing out at ocean’s
Hold as a man came up and out of the waves,
Water dripping, eyes wide, and in his arms, Baba
Limp and her swaying head, hair hanging wet,
Seeming lost to you, small arms swinging, dead.

poem by Terry Collett
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Standing on The Beach

Standing On The Beach

We are standing on the beach
Watching the sunset slowly go down
With this slow blowing breeze
and waves rolling across our feet

With you standing so ever close
You in front and me just behind
With our hands so ever inter twined

With your hair blowing in my face
It smelling so ever saccharine
I loosen one hand reach up
And pull your hair aside

Then I lean my head so ever slightly
Towards your sweet smell neck
Then I begin to lightly kiss it
from top to bottom

I can notice the chill bumps
Across your exposed skin
You moan so ever slightly
As to give your approval

You softly curse my head
As to want me to continue
This so ever lightly kissing of the neck

poem by Scott Austin
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A Paumanok Picture

TWO boats with nets lying off the sea-beach, quite still,
Ten fishermen waiting--they discover a thick school of mossbonkers--
they drop the join'd seine-ends in the water,
The boats separate and row off, each on its rounding course to the
beach, enclosing the mossbonkers,
The net is drawn in by a windlass by those who stop ashore,
Some of the fishermen lounge in their boats, others stand ankle-deep
in the water, pois'd on strong legs,
The boats partly drawn up, the water slapping against them,
Strew'd on the sand in heaps and windrows, well out from the water,
the green-back'd spotted mossbonkers.

poem by Walt Whitman
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My illusions

Thousands of thoughts rise in mind at a time
It compels me to think seriously sometimes
It may not relevance as of now or today
But I can’t keep aloof from it and go away

I look at vast sea line and think of its deepness
How blue water in it reflect my simple face?
Big and small fishes run here and there
They face no hurdles or problems anywhere

Who can reason out the waves reaching at the shore?
Why do they separately dash against it and try more?
They seems to be in hurry to unite and show the strength
The waves may rise high and low with varying length

I think of vast blue and hollow sky
How it hangs without support and also why?
What keeps it in to spread with vast horizon?
No conclusion can be arrived or simply be drawn

Now we have different varieties of flowers
They are cross bedded and altered
Not original fragrance might have lost
But nothing more is left to trust

I rarely believe in speculation
Yes some propaganda is put deliberately in circulation
I may not really know about it and only wonder
I can stand under the sky and wait for clouds to thunder

What I want to know is not the mystery
It is also not needed to know complete history
As an intellectual you may have fascination for more knowledge
You want something to be written on blank page

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Water

‘Water, water, everywhere;
Mostly unfit to drink;
Rivers, lakes get polluted;
Nobody seems to care! ’

‘Fresh-water is scarcely found;
Most mouths, much land remains so parched;
Much water seems to go awaste;
Whither our earth is bound? ’

‘The glaciers, ice-caps are melting;
Gone down are water-tables;
Fresh-water is sold in bottles;
To where are we earthlings heading? ’

poem by John Celes
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The Deaf and Blind

Do we reach the sea with clocks
In our pockets, with the noise of the sea
In the sea, or are we the carriers
Of a purer and more silent water?

The water rubbing against our hands sharpens knives.
The warriors have found their weapons in the waves
And the sound of their blows is like
The rocks that smash the boats at night.

It is the storm and the thunder. Why not the silence
Of the flood, for we have dreamt within us
Space for the greatest silence and we breathe
Like the wind over terrible seas, like the wind

That creeps slowly over every horizon.

poem by Paul Eluard
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Under A Blanket Of Stars

As we walked along the beach, crashing waves
thundered in our ears and a light, salted mist,
dampened our lips.

The sun began to set and the voice of the beach,
traveled across the ocean waves.

'I am the beach, and here you shall find peace.
I am the beach, here you shall find love.

In this domain, my beach, the answers you
search for, could very well be found here.
For at this beach, there is much,
that has been revealed.

The sparkled, white grains of sand, that blanket
this beach, has been a bed of comfort, to many.

Pause, as you come upon this beach, and listen
to the symphony of waves and the chorus of
birds, singing their song, as they glide in the wind.

Feel the power of this beach, as it seems to
renew your inner being. You need not question
the beach and its mystical powers. For as
millions before you have found, the beach...
and its magical transference to one...have
existed, since the beginning of time.

Be not troubled, for the beach is close at
hand. You need only to deliver your strife,
to the tranquility of the beach and it shall
be exercised from you.

When you go from this beach...leave with
the peace that you have found here.'

poem by Joe Fazio
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