In New England In the Summer
On the seawall walking,
As the seagulls squawk.
I'm tossing rocks in the water,
But the birds think its fish that I feed!
On the sand I see a crab,
Digging deeper with its pinchers...
Moving tiny bits of pebbles,
As the sunset falls with a breeze.
Cape Cod invites these scenes,
In New England in the Summer.
It's not odd but quite easy...
To spot two strolling lovers!
On the seawall walking,
As the seagulls squawk.
I'm tossing rocks in the water,
But the birds think its fish that I feed!
On the sand I see a crab,
Digging deeper with its pinchers...
Moving tiny bits of pebbles,
As the sunset falls with a breeze.
Cape Cod invites these scenes,
In New England in the Summer.
It's not odd but quite easy...
To spot two strolling lovers!
In New England in the Summer.
Loving up like nothing other.
This kind of weather to discover!
Release, relax and just recover.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A walk along the beach...
The sight of sunlight glinting on the water dazzling,
The sound of waves advancing softly on the sand,
The feeling of the suns warming kiss on my skin,
The cool dampness of the sand between my toes,
The gentle breeze moving through my hair,
Slipping across the water a yacht gliding silently,
The breeze filled sails carrying her to deeper waters,
Above me seagulls swirl singing their daily song,
Before diving down into the sea to snatch a fish,
The gentle breeze and warming sun feeding my soul,
The captivating pleasures of sight and sound so delightful,
I breathe in the wonderful scent of salt water that fills the air,
The intoxicating aroma of wildflowers thick along the cliffs,
A feeling of contentment fills every corner of my being,
As I walk along the beach I realise... Life is beauty...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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Sunset
Sand beneath my feet
Sky above my head
Looking for the sunset
The sunset I have left,
I am walking all alone
On the beaches sand
Walking by myself
With seashells in my hand,
Looking for the sunset
the sunsets which are spoke
The one that lover’s kiss to
The one, poets have wrote.
Walking arm in arm
With a different thought
Searching for the sunset
The beauty, many have sought,
I am walking all alone
With the sky above my head
Still looking for the beauty
The sunset I have left,
For many have told me
Many have also explained
There is nothing like the sunset
Or the summer’s rain,
I am walking all by myself
From my cloudy life
Looking for the wonder
The beauty after night.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Stored to Nibble and Taste
I wanted to love and knew how to do it.
I wanted to give...
Touch and abandon my inhabitions,
In lustful thoughts I seem to savor.
And I sit on a sand dune...
On the shores of Cape Cod,
Just before dusk.
Thinking of 'us'!
When there is no 'us'...
To share the coming sunset,
Yet!
I watch the seagulls dip and dive for fish,
Realizing I must keep my wish alive!
If the tides hold promise to nourish...
Why can't I be plucked by someone,
Who sees my need to be fed and feed
With unwavering anticipation,
Stored to nibble and taste!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Grinning Crab
Come with me, said the fish to the crab
and I will show you a cave where beautiful coral live.
When do we leave, said the crab to the fish
and tell me what I should bring.
Just bring a sense of adventure, said the fish to the crab, and some sun tan oil
You forget, said the crab to the fish, my shell is thick and impenetrable by rays of any kind.
What about the metal-tipped arrows, asked the fish of the crab, from a cheeky cherub?
Oh they don’t stand a chance, said the crab with a grin.
The fish, having eyes that could not blink, felt the molten tears sting his star-crossed eyes.
poem by Vernon Adrian Emuang
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The Warmth Of The Sand (Demo Version)
Relax and stand, in the warmth of the sand
The day is long and here for us to take for granted
And find ourselves to our knees
The water clear, the tender breeze upon our faces
As we bask in our good graces
Yeah, we all are golden here
In summer, in summer
Where night belongs to lust and lovers
In summer, in summer
And I appear to win you over
You will be mine this year (this year, this year, this year)
The sun is set, and the, the moon is high
The night is long and here for you and I to capture
We float ourselves to the gills, with icy drinks that bolster wills
And we are braver for the moment
Yeah, we all are golden here
In summer, in summer
Where all the girls bare olive shoulders
In summer, in summer
And I appear to win you over
You will be mine this year (this year, this year, this year)
The courtyard where the garden stands
Behind the beach at Crystal Sands
We shed our clothes and felt romantic
Tempted by the moon fantastic
Bright and warm and ours alone
Absolve us from the sins we own
And from one year into another
I think of you and I feel summer
In summer, in summer
Where all the girls bare olive shoulders
In summer, in summer
Where all you hope for is another
In summer, in summer
Where night belongs to lust and lovers
In summer, in summer
And I appear to win you over
You will be mine this year
(this year, this year, this year, this year, this year, this year, this year)
song performed by by Dashboard Confessional
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One More Day
At night the moon is looking at its phosphorescent reflection in the sea,
And seagulls are unruffled sleeping on the rocks
Only the waves caressing the sand i can hear,
In the magic silence of a sultry summer night.
I am barefoot walking on sea shore,
My feet are enjoying the relaxing warm sand,
My mind feel relieved of negative thoughts,
In this greatness that nature holds.
Peace is invading my heart tonight,
With great hopes for day that is coming,
I am feeling the sea releasing my pains,
I am feeling my heart painless and happy.
Wind is whispering gently to me a sweet poem,
Everything is so amazing, so sublime,
This silent night invites me in its magic,
To live fully one more day again.
poem by Cristina Teodor
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Summer Kind Of Loving
Summer kind of loving, standing in the breeze
I hate the sand beneath my feet and the mud upon my knees
Summer kind of loving, upside down, hanging from a tree
Feel the blood rush to your head as you come back up with ease
Summer kind of loving, on the way out, catch your keys
It's a long way 'til next summer, where we think we'll never have to leave
poem by Amanda Winchester
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Beauty Of A Friend
Walking on the tiny tan rocks of the sand. Looking for my brown soft horse. Running to my brown soft horse. Leaping on the back of the brown horse. Holding tight while my horse rides. Throwed the tan sand. The ocean breeze flows through my redish brownish hair. Comming closer to the forrest. I leaped off my horse. Walking close to my horse. While we enter the forrest. Moving my hand out touching the rough brown branches of the trees. Walking around the forrest. Getting losted. I'm alone sitting on the dirt. Tears falling from my face.
poem by Christina Weinke
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I Wonder Atop the Dunes
Will your Summer breeze,
Captivate my thoughts on Fall.
When the air is thick,
And hot with sticky humidity?
Will my Autumn wishes,
Be of those you select and pick?
I like to sit atop the dunes,
At Cape Cod and Padre Island.
I am closer to my thoughts.
When the seagulls and waves,
Exchange as nature wishes.
With sounds that attract,
My need to be distracted.
Then I make eye contact with it.
Pulling me in like a magnet!
And I see you...
This attractive distraction.
Relaxing to instigate,
My delusions of being laid...
On Labor Day.
And throughout the festivities of the holidays.
Will your Summer breeze,
Captivate my thoughts on Fall.
When the air is thick,
And hot with sticky humidity.
Will my Autumn wishes,
Be of those you select and pick?
And we discover a great happiness.
Will we be sharing Thanksgiving?
Or comfortable enough to be sitting...
Under the Christmas Tree butt naked.
And exchanging gifts with kisses?
To sweat if we let it get done.
Near the grate of the fireplace.
To quietly lay to hear 'carols' we hum.
I like to sit atop the dunes,
At Cape Cod and Padre Island.
I am closer to my thoughts.
When the seagulls and waves,
Exchange as nature wishes.
With sounds that attract,
My need to be distracted.
And I am...
When I think of how we met.
And I am...
Full of regret,
I did not extend to you an invitation.
Will your Summer breeze,
Captivate my thoughts on Fall...
Again?
Will your Summer breeze,
Captivate my thoughts on Fall...
Again?
But,
When again?
I wonder atop the dunes.
When will this move I make?
I wonder atop the dunes.
Will I be perceived as a faker?
I wonder atop the dunes.
Will I share this escape?
I wonder atop the dunes.
Could mistakes be made to make up?
I wonder atop the dunes.
When will this move I make?
I wonder atop the dunes.
Will I be perceived as a faker?
I wonder atop the dunes.
Will I share this escape?
I wonder atop the dunes.
Could mistakes be made to make up?
I wonder atop the dunes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Had Been To This Sea Sometime Before (Catena Rondo)
I had been to this sea sometime before
where water stretch out beyond from the bay,
it had been on a tranquil summer day,
I had been to this sea sometime before
where water stretch out beyond from the bay,
the surge swells before it crushing breaks
while a tiny boat rocks upon the wake
where water stretch out beyond from the bay,
the surge swells before it crushing breaks
with some shells and sand swept out everywhere
before deeper in the water we both dare,
the surge swells before it crushing breaks
with some shells and sand swept out everywhere
while you smile in a way that I adore
we hear the thundering on a distant shore
with some shells and sand swept out everywhere
while you smile in a way that I adore,
we both swim through the crashing pull and flow
trying to find a way back, a way to go,
while you smile in a way that I adore
we both swim through the crashing pull and flow
it feels if our world is suddenly gone
while still together we do struggle on
we both swim through the crashing pull and flow
it feels if our world is suddenly gone
while we do see only the sky and sea,
we are trying to get back, to be free,
it feels if our world is suddenly gone
while we do see only the sky and sea,
we are blinded by a distant kind of sun,
hear the engine of a fishing boat run
while we do see only the sky and sea,
we are blinded by a distant kind of sun,
as an unknown, sheltering bay we reach,
as we both stagger out upon a beach
we are blinded by a distant kind of sun,
as an unknown, sheltering bay we reach,
we embrace and you stroke my hair gently;
a rich boat owner looks at you, smiles at me,
as an unknown, sheltering bay we reach,
we embrace and you stroke my hair gently,
we ride on a boat that rocks up and down,
but still we are in a world our very own
we embrace and you stroke my hair gently
we ride on a boat that rocks up and down,
I had been to this sea sometime before,
while we kiss each other and kiss some more;
we ride on a boat that rocks up and down,
I had been to this sea sometime before
where water stretch out beyond from the bay,
it had been on a tranquil summer day;
I had been to this sea sometime before.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Sky And Water
Birds fly in the sky,
Below the fishes
Swim in the big flat sea.
A bird
Jumps into the water,
Head down, aiming
To catch a fish.
Deeper,
A fish, as it swims up
Toward the surface,
Catches the birds.
As the fish jumps into the air,
A bird catches the fish.
Fishes are birds,
Only water is not like
The air.
poem by Atef Ayadi
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Marina Sunday
Sunday at the Marina
Water in the marina, clear as diesel
fish swimming close to surface
in peace of seagulls,
which know they stink of human
waste.
This is not the fish that
will feed the five thousand.
A child strews bread crumbs into the water,
ignored by the fishes.
Seagulls' shrieks and fall from the sky.
A man drops a glass of gin & tonic, on
the deck of yacht,
claws at his chest.
Ambulance and a nervous doctor
tells him not to smoke cigars
too late.
Young widow,
I hope she sells the bloody yacht.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Home-Thoughts, From The Sea
Nobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the North-west died away;
Sunset ran, one glorious blood-red, reeking into Cadiz Bay;
Bluish 'mid the burning water, full in face Trafalgar lay;
In the dimmest North-east distance dawned Gibraltar grand and gray;
``Here and here did England help me: how can I help England?''---say,
Whoso turns as I, this evening, turn to God to praise and pray,
While Jove's planet rises yonder, silent over Africa.
poem by Robert Browning
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Hackneyed
if you go deep, shall they go with you?
go deeper, take those who love you,
what if they do not have your gills
and they cannot breathe
with you like a fish?
it is still a family, mom and dad and kids
at the shallow pool, where baby is wading
soft sunlight, strong rocks of bed-floors
green moss beside, ducks walking on the banks,
seagulls on top, clouds drifting in the skies
ah, being hackneyed, or trite,
it is nothing
never shocking
copycatting, ah,
these too have their own noble purpose
for a happier bonding, less the ruse.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Summer Is
Summer is the breeze blowing through the grass in June
It is running carelessly through the meadows
It is taking off your shoes and feeling the grass tickle your toes
It is sitting on the porch at night sipping lemonade
Summer is the fireworks in July
It is going swimming at the pool with your closest friends
It is feeling nothing but happiness
It is the times you don’t want to forget
Summer is walking through the sand in August
It is the memories you have forever
It is what you never want to end
It is always what you look forward to in the winter
Summer ends September begins
Back to school
Back to cold weather
Back to wishing it were summer
poem by ChaCha Poet
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Chicken Feed on the Fortymile
I spent one summer on the Fortymile
not far from Chicken in Alaska
dredging with outboard motor
rigged to a device that sucked up
sand and dirt from river bottom
a coffee can of that summer
work sits on a shelf in the garage
to separate particles of gold
from black sand and soil
requires centrifugal force
which would yield chicken feed
small return for huge expense
poets and prospectors alike
scratch in the soil for simile
and metaphor but often
recover bits and pieces
tattered remnants of grand
potential unrealized
in reality
poets keep undigested
experience in notebooks
and failing memory
much as prospectors
keep black sand
in coffee cans
on forgotten shelves
chicken feed
minute specks of gold
in line and verse
can excite
like the gleam
of gold
in coffee can
poem by Michael Pruchnicki
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Home Thoughts, From the Sea
Nobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the North-west died away;
Sunset ran, one glorious blood-red, reeking into Cadiz Bay;
Bluish 'mid the burning water, full in face Trafalgar lay;
In the dimmest North-east distance dawned Gibraltar grand and gray;
"Here and here did England help me: how can I help England?"—say,
Whoso turns as I, this evening, turn to God to praise and pray,
While Jove's planet rises yonder, silent over Africa.
poem by Robert Browning from Dramatic Romances and Lyrics (1845)
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In England, David and I are big fish in a small pond. But in L.A., we are tiny, tiny, tiny fish in a big pond.
quote by Victoria Beckham
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No Crab
Whether it's Crab soup,
or whether it's crab cakes,
whether it's crab puffs
or whether it's crab flakes
crab gumbo or crab dressing,
it's all the same to me,
for crab is crab is crab
and I detest the taste.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Deserted Island
This island is deserted
It is very hot
like the desert
with tons of sand
only theres trees
the trees sway in the breeze
like a cool wind blowing through the village
the water matches the sky here
It's clear blue
you can see everything right down to the sand
under the forever going ocean
there's coral and bright colored fish
it's as warm as
the hot sand under my feet and the summer sun
the isolation is unbelievable
it is unspeakable
the only movement is of the ocean and the trees
there is only me
this island is deserted
poem by Kristen Otto
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