As We Walked Upon The Unspoiled Beach
As we walked upon the unspoiled beach
the sea touching our feet swept in and out,
rushing water swept our tracks out of reach
and we laughed and splashed and did shout.
Around us little crabs rushed with their shells,
while the waters was rushing higher in the bay,
we were caught, captured in the sea’s magical spell
but with the rising water could not any longer stay
as the water in splashing spray did rise and swell
to escape the rising danger, to much higher we went
as the sea was coming in, its salty odour we did smell
while we did wander in the surf to our heart’s content.
we found some tranquillity, did our love renew
on a rock surf splashed, falling on us like dew.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Complete; Rising Crimson With Love
Do you remember the time we walked on the beach
to the sound of the surf as it beat at our feet
and the sun was rising crimson with love
as we walked hand in hand and flew like the doves.
Do you remember the feel of the wind in our hair
as we sat on the sands without any cares
and the tears in our eyes were for joy not for grief
as we sat and felt as one with the beach.
Do you remember the time we walked on the beach
to the sound of the surf as it beat at our feet
your heart was in mine and mine was in yours
as we walked hand in hand on those magical shores.
Do you remember the feel of the wind in our hair
as we sat on the sands without any cares
and we joined with the ocean that came to our feet
making us the beach and the ocean complete.
Do you remember the time we walked on the beach
with the healing, the feeling, of being at peace
the sand at our feet, the surf in our mind
an ocean of stillness in one heart that's combined.
Do you remember the feel of the wind in our hair
with our eyes full of stars our hearts without cares
and a sun that was rising crimson with love
as our souls were set free into the sky up above.
Do you remember the time we walked on the beach
to the sound of the surf as it beat at our feet
and the sun was rising crimson with love
as we walked hand in hand and flew like the doves.
poem by David Taylor
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Walking the river
You looked into the eye
of that white hot sun
and found something there
that spoke to your soul,
in your heart and mind
you heard a voice
and thought about the Creator
of the river, sun and sky
and left your car
at the river’s edge
and into the water you went.
That big black great loving dog
was with you
and it was just river and sun
and you walked on
into the water
over boulders, stumbling
over rocks
barefoot and naked
walked through pools
and felt like Eve
and for a time were free
from the burdens of life.
At first your hound
splashed out in front
but later like a shadow
was bound to you,
protecting, guarding
and caring
with wide open brown eyes,
sharp white fangs
and it didn’t understand
where you were going
but loved you more
than to bother about that
or food or heat.
At times it barked
and sometimes it growled,
but nobody dared to get near
and while the shadows draw out
you walked on
right into the night
looking up at the bright stars
and followed the full moon
rising up big and yellow
in that dark sky.
l’Envoi
You heard that river’s song
and just walked on
catching the splashing
and the murmur
over shelves of rock
into some ponds
and somehow during the next day
people found you
who had commonsense
and was sensible
and they helped you
and took care of your dog
and your feet were pierced,
had some blisters
and there were scratches
on your legs
and still the river flows
on to somewhere
and now you are back here.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Seabirds
Mighty waves come crashing down,
The spray is lashing high into the eagles eye
Shrieking as it cuts the devil wind,
Is calling sailors to the deep
But I can hear the sound of seabirds in my ear
Surf is high an the sea is awash
An a haze of candy floss, glitter and beads
Rock that we sat on and watched in the sun
That was hot to touch
And the sea was emerald green
I can hear the sound of seabirds in my ear
And I can see you smile
Surf comes rushing up the beach
Now will it reach the castle wall and will it fall
Catfish dappled silver flashing
Dogfish puffing bubbles in my deep
song performed by by Pink Floyd
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Surfin'
Surfin' is the only life
The only way for me.
Now surf, surf (surfin') with me
Bom bom dit di dit dip (surfin')
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Surfin' is the only life
The only way for me.
Now surf, surf (surfin')
Bom bom dit di dit dip
Bom bom dit di dit dip
Bom bom dit di dit dip
Bom bom dit di dit dip
I got up this mornin' turned on my radio
I was checkin' on the surfin' scene
To see if i would go
And when the dj tells me that the surfin' is fine
That's when i know my baby and i will have a good time
Surfin' is the only life
The only way for me.
Now surf, surf (surfin') with me
From the early morning to the middle of the night
Any time the surf is up the time is right
And when the surf is down and things get lazy
We'll do the surfer's stomp that's when the surfers go crazy
Surfin' is the only life
The only way for me.
Now surf, surf (surfin') with me
Now the dawn is breaking and we really gotta go
But we'll be back here very soon that you better know
You know my surfer knots are rising and my board is losing wax
(yeah yeah hey now)
But that won't stop me baby cause you know i'm coming back
Surfin' is the only life
The only way for me.
Now surf, surf (surfin') with me
Bom bom dit di dit dip (surfin')
Bom bom dit di dit dip (surfin')
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Surfin' is the only life the only way for me
Now come on pretty baby and surf with me
Bom bom dit di dit dip (surfin')
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song performed by by Beach Boys
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Swmming Down Stream
I am swimming down stream again
I'll be riding the rapids soon;
headed for Niagra my water-fall.
The rush of sound;
suspended air
and I'll have seconds
to comprehend
before crashing land;
new love coming
to this unworthy one.
I am in my Leap of Faith-
my Free-Fall;
will it end
badly
or will I soar?
Seconds to know
before
events
say
which
way
this
will
transpire..
I think your smile
tells me
that my water-landing
will be a soft one,
the sediments
will wash down
with me
to
join the Ocean of Souls,
swimming with the Tides
caressing
the sandy beach once more.
Gentle touch
the rushing waves
cleanse
bad memory.
Gentle smell
the Ocean surf
for it
cleanses your Soul.
Gentle touch
your secret love
for it is Ocean deep
especially in the fall.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Sandpiper
The roaring waves that is shaking the beach
the hissing surf that shines like glass
is part of its world and continually it is just out of reach
where wave upon wave is passing as it runs fast
and it is quick on little brittle dark feet
where sucking small sand grains
sweep in and out and water foams on sheet upon sheet
and there the rushing little bird remains
while its world is at times filled with vapour
and then again suddenly clear
it is focussing on things minutely small while waters roar
are drawing very near
it is continually searching for some allure
it runs and runs on little feet that are sure
poem by Gert Strydom
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Sandpiper (Cavatina)
(after Elizabeth Bishop)
The leaping spray that roar, the swishing fling
of surf and sand,
plays in and out as waves rush to and thro;
where it does stand
while searching for something on tiny legs;
it understands
the roaring toss, a world of surf and foam,
while rushing on the wet beach it does roam.
[Reference: 'Sandpiper' by Elizabeth Bishop.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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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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The Spring
this afternoon
i watch the coming of a
water spring
from the rock that i
built
two years ago
it was not intended
to be concealed
a staff hits it
and water flowed with
extreme pressure
rising
looking for the finger
of the sky
i am not surprised
things like this
happen
like a spring wanting to
rise above
the river
i am the river
and it shocks the sense
of my water
to find a droplet of rain
rising to the
sky
i slew it
like dew at dawn
from a leaf
and i smash
whatever its nature
is
disrespect to the
highest degree
behaving beyond
what justice
was there
that i thought of
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Leaping Salmon
I will not dream another's sweet musings
when the truth is only partly known
the fruit is so sweet but of another knowledge
but face my own full on
naked in the darkness
and recognise that which has never been shown before
and dream it as my own
I will not share you with another
I cannot
for their knowledge would lack the spice of experience
I am the silver salmon driving out of the peat black water into the
daylight
Rising rising
timeless and heavy
Falling backwards into the darkness
I am inside you rising up through the water feeling the water rush past
my
flanks
light flickers above
Searching for the head waters
They are there. I smell them
Peatiness all round
I hold your flanks
Pass my hands to your front, beneath your gills
fingers just apart
sensing your power running past my fingers
Silver water running through my fingers
Pass my hands down your sides
Sense the water passing over my skin
Surges rising up
geysers of water silver spume
The salmon rises
My beautiful salmon, you rise and explode gasping in the electric air
showers of jewels tremble in the sunlight
the sound of a thousand water falls
The pinky darkness of your open mouth
catching the irresdecent droplets
Your flanks tremble in the sun
and fall
back into the enveloping water
bubbles rise
Dark fish sinks into the velvet darkness
Still Still Swish Still
Held like a chalice
poem by Anthony Dalby
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The Senators Daughter
Hockey teams have playoff dreams
Teenage girls red magazines
No one hears the despirate screams of the techno dj
What does he say?
He say
Sha la la la la la
He say
Sha la la la la la
Im floating away
On oceans of grey-blue water
Im rising above
Im falling in love with the senators daughter
Im floating away
On oceans of grey-blue water
Im rising above
Im falling in love with the senators daughter
Crossing gaurds star traffic jams
Soccer moms drive minivans
No one sees the anchor man on the instant replay
What does she say?
She say
Sha la la la la la
She say
Sha la la la la la
Im floating away
On oceans of grey-blue water
Im rising above
Im falling in love with the senators daughter
Im floating away
On oceans of grey-blue water
Im rising above
Im falling in love with the senators daughter
song performed by by Fountains Of Wayne
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Exiled
Searching my heart for its true sorrow,
This is the thing I find to be:
That I am weary of words and people,
Sick of the city, wanting the sea;
Wanting the sticky, salty sweetness
Of the strong wind and shattered spray;
Wanting the loud sound and the soft sound
Of the big surf that breaks all day.
Always before about my dooryard,
Marking the reach of the winter sea,
Rooted in sand and dragging drift-wood,
Straggled the purple wild sweet-pea;
Always I climbed the wave at morning,
Shook the sand from my shoes at night,
That now am caught beneath great buildings,
Stricken with noise, confused with light.
If I could hear the green piles groaning
Under the windy wooden piers,
See once again the bobbing barrels,
And the black sticks that fence the weirs,
If I could see the weedy mussels
Crusting the wrecked and rotting hulls,
Hear once again the hungry crying
Overhead, of the wheeling gulls,
Feel once again the shanty straining
Under the turning of the tide,
Fear once again the rising freshet,
Dread the bell in the fog outside,—
I should be happy,—that was happy
All day long on the coast of Maine!
I have a need to hold and handle
Shells and anchors and ships again!
I should be happy, that am happy
Never at all since I came here.
I am too long away from water.
I have a need of water near.
poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay
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As We Fall
as we fall into the water
let us clasp our hands together
bright day is done,
black night has come
washing over our heads
an icy wind is blowing
grasp the liferaft we are throwing
we'll make it through, with one another
though our minds may start to sever
and float off into space
keep your head above black water
keep it steady, do not falter
we'll help you float, if you try to try
if we help each other, we cannot die
I know it seems absurd now
as we fall through frigid water
see the surf is getting harder
see the sad vieled moon that is not glowing
if we must survive, we must keep rowing
through the murky water
shadowed creatures grap our legs
wieghing them down, sinking like kegs
gasping for a breath of air
splashing in the witch's lair
NO! keep your head above the water
the sandy shore is not in sight
a sky, and in it, no shining light
this world we must survive
stay together as we dive
into dark & murky waters
poem by Gina Prettybrowneyes
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A hippo at dawn
The cracking branches as it rushed in
had a shocking kind of thunder to them
and where it entered the swollen river
I heard the rushing water splashing
and at that breaking of day
the scene was something primitive
as if from the very beginning of mankind
while that huge animal lingered with gaping jaws,
jaws that could open wide enough
to snap the small rowing boat in two
in which I was crossing the stream
while like in a kind of dream
everything was happening very slowly
before suddenly the water boiled
as in great might it turned away,
and the water swallowed it.
poem by Gert Strydom
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He Was Splashed
Before even he got splashed,
Our father had forbiden him from
All his fishing movement
He had made it clear
Like one with continuous fear
That his enemies might sink him in
That long-grassed river where
Hipoppotamers and crocodiles
Hunt and swimed daily
Dangerous was the river
He could not surrender, however
Because he always said that
Life without fishing
Was like putting
Water in a holed-jug.
Also, he did like the way
Fishes wiggled in the waters
He would say.
One glare hot summer,
One day in that summer,
Splashed, my brother was
For he came home late-
Around eight PM,
And our father had been
Hunting him all day-long
The small yellow-spotted fishes,
Our father threw-in the air
Like one who wasn't a dear
Next, his arm, he grabed and
Led him in the room that
He had arranged so well and
Put a pink pants-belt.
After, the laughter I could hear
So well I could hear,
And our mother's too, I could hear
But, hers was a mear one
That sounded like one'spity
Next morning after-while I swept the floor,
Shoked, I was
Seeing white milk that spotted the floor
And designs that snaked my brother,
Made my heart leap with joy
And that'show I knew the truth that
He was really splashed.
poem by Mariechantal Tuyisabe
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The Surf Talks
Oooh I love you
Giggle giggle
The surf talks
Do you love me too?
If the surf could talk, I know shed ask
Do you think youre equal to the task?
If the surf could talk, shed say
Beware I love you
So Id answer very carefully
And Id ask if shed be there for me
And the surf says always
Beware I love you
The surf says I want you like you want me
Am I in you? are you in me?
Tell me
The surf talks
And it knows what to say
The surf talks
I must learn to obey
The gun cocks, the clock stops, the earth rocks, the surf talks
The surf talks
Puts its tongue on my skin
The surf talks
While its sucking me in
The door locks and unlocks, the veil drops, the surf talks
She has promised me a beach of pearls
And an endless wave, a perfect curl
And she tells me always
Beware I love you
She will place the world inside my hand
She will touch the soul of every man
She will take my message
Im here to love you
The surf says I want you here inside me
Am I in you? are you in me?
Tell me
We are standing on a beach of pearls
We are riding deep inside the curl
And everybody all around the world
Must surrender when your flag unfurls
We are standing on a beach of pearls
We are riding deep inside the curl
And everybody all around the world
Will be dancing in the sea.
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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Where the Blue Begins
In the southern Adriatic, where the blue begins,
We came to rest awhile and play
On sun-drenched islands known as Tremiti,
Where the breeze blows fresh
And pine trees shiver and the salt sea
Washes the likes of you and me,
In the southern Adriatic, in the wind-blown spray.
In the bluest water, just where it begins,
We came to play awhile, came to rest
On rocky shores of barren coves,
As the swells arrived and water splashed
And reflected sunlight jumped and shimmered
Among the cliffs and overhangs and grottoes,
In the Adriatic, where that sort of thing begins.
In the clear blue water that the swells bring by
Out of the sunny Adriatic Sea,
We came to rest and play and bathe ourselves,
As the pine trees swayed on the bluffs above
And wind dispersed the salt sea spray,
In the sunny Adriatic, where a way of life begins.
We came seeking an immersion, to find ourselves
In waters clear enough to fathom
A bottom profoundly blue, to see it seemed
All the way to Greece or any other site
That water washed as well or sun could so ignite,
Came to see ourselves in a world of dreams,
That words might furnish what place implies,
That place might finish what a word begins.
We came seeking clearest water, sunniest sky,
Came, you and I, to see what would be seen
Immersed in waters consummately blue,
In sunlit swells that carried their dark secret,
Tiny hosts known as meduse, whose fragile arms
Glanced and stung and burned all day
And raised the blush that blossomed on our skins,
Aggravated by the sun and spray,
By our own attempts to hold each other,
As we swam out of ourselves and were swept away,
In the southern Adriatic, where the blue begins.
poem by George Bradley
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Splash!
Splashing water, Water get,
Shooting jets, Getting wet,
Crystal Clear, Cool Water,
Water, Water, Water matter,
Water's Life, Water let
Living life, Keep alive.
Water, water, we survive.
The Old Swimmer
I OFTEN wander on the beach
Where once, so brown of limb,
The biting air, the roaring surf
Summoned me to swim.
I see my old abundant youth
Whee combers lean and spill,
And though I taste the foam no more
Other swimmers will.
Oh, good exultant strength to meet
The arching wall of green,
To break the crystal, swirl, emerge
Dripping, taut, and clean.
To climb the moving hilly blue,
To dive in ecstasy
And feel the salty chill embrace
Arm and rib and knee.
What brave and vanished laughter then
And tingling thighs to run,
What warm and comfortable sands
Dreaming in the sun.
The crumbling water spreads in snow,
The surf is hissing still,
And though I kiss the salt no more,
Other swimmers will.
poem by Christopher Morley
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The Thirsty Crow
Have you ever heard this story before?
Of a wise and clever thirsty crow?
Well, if you haven't then listen
The famous tale of this hero, now let's begin,
It happened when in a spell of dry weather,
The poor birds could find very little water,
This crow, when he felt thirsty,
Searched for some water desperately,
But in summer, as it was great famine,
Even a dropp of water he couldn't find,
This unfortunate fellow thought that he must,
In despair surely die of thirst,
Then suddenly he spied an old pitcher,
Filled with very little water,
But oh! The pitcher was so high with a narrow neck,
The little water, the poor crow could never get,
He was unlucky, thought the crow,
His beak couldn't reach the water as it was low,
Then suddenly a brilliant idea flashed into his mind,
Around him some pebbles he could find,
He picked some pebbles and threw into the pitcher,
And finally the water raised its level,
This clever fellow then threw more pebbles
Until the water was higher in the pitcher,
Higher enough for his beak to reach the water,
The thirsty crow now took a sip of water,
Then drank more water from the pitcher,
Until he was no more thirsty,
The genius crow then flew away,
To tell the world about his victory!
poem by Sadia Maqsood
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