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Night's riders, on the shore

The swimming of the sea
, the waves accompany little creatures
floating upon the surface;
immersed in a deep breath
here, re-emerging, and then hide.
Refreshing islands of sands furnace; ambush
The walk castaway, the last breath of the skin,
impatient the water cools, the full-bodied,
A part of me belongs to the sea; the other is left floating
On banks of freshness and green palms.
And when the moon is immersed in the veil of the sea,
We squirt and jump, night's riders,
on the shore.

poem by Luca Menin
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The hot hot sun

The hot hot sun
bakes
my skin skin skin
irksome infants
make
a din din din
could get under
my skin skin skin.
No
take a breath
a deep belly breath
let your diaphragm do the work
vorsprung durch inhallation
the oxygen bubbles into my blood
the heat touches my
bones
my mind absorbs those mutual benefits
slows, calms, immersed a gentle euphoria
and the warmth of the breeze embraces
I feel the joy joy joy
of the sun sun sun
on my skin skin skin
on this hot hot day!

poem by Robin Pratt
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At the sea

I watched the fish, beneath the sea.
With the shape & fins.
Swimming in the lit water of blind Colour.

I saw reefs kissing shore, where the nets are fishing.
Silver stones, deep in the sea, hiding crawling creatures.
Floating bubble preserving transparent reflection.

Waves are foaming words carrying dead sea fruit.
I listen to the cruel shells echoing the trumpet of the sea.

Now, I dive, deep down, in your underworld garden.
Of green rocks, treasure stones & golden suns, of married light & water.
Far from the land of sweat.
Drinking air, breathing no more.
Playing, Crawling, swimming, sliding, , flying & more.

O blue wows. You sealed my lips of salty flavour
And veiled my skin of seaweed, perfume.

poem by Luca Menin
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Moonlight Sestina

While reading Li Po, I fall
Asleep, and dream of the moon
My body lies on white
Cool sheets, flooded in a pool
Of moonlight. Lost in a dream
I lie in light, floating.

Like a full moon floating
On waves, I feel the fall
And rise, the tide of these dream
Currents. Closer, the moon
Approaches to my pool
Of flesh, shining me white.

From the glare of waxing white,
Gauze curtains – breeze floating -
Shield this rippling pool,
Become a waterfall,
And break the mirror moon-
Light through wet prisms, I dream.

Is this Shechinah? my dream
Self asks. At once the cold white
Chills me to ice. The moon
Swells until it's a floating
City, waiting to fall -
Atlantis – in the pool.

I yearn to be that pool
Skin, transparent as dream.
Instead I fear the moon fall:
I cannot part the white
Sea of thighs, Still floating
Whole, I cry to the moon:

“I am not ready, Moon”
Silence shimmers my pool,
But brightness fades, Floating
Away. Then from the dream
I emerge, weeping white
Tears that shine like star-fall.

Li Po's moon plunge sank dream
Deep. Whirlpool of lunar white
Drowns us; floating, we fall.

poem by Lillian Susan Thomas
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Watashi wa wakarimasen.

until then
the moon never says
that it understands
the language of the
night
she is immersed
in the darkness
she is floating
in that immense
space
she is inside something
that does not
too understand
the meaning of
its light...

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Deep Breaths

I can't see
Running through the trees
At night
Running so fast
Must run faster
Go to the left
Go to the right
Watch out for that tree ahead
Breathing so hard
Deep breaths
Must relax muscles
I stop to catch my breath
I dont know how far I got
Away from you
You yell my name
It sounds like a whisper
I know you must be getting closer
But Im so tired
I have to go on
I force myself to go on
Go now
I start to walk
I hear things around me
I start to jog
There are footsteps behind me
I start to run
Faster Faster Faster
Im going so fast
I dont know whats ahead
I jump off a cliff
And fall
I dont know how long
Ive been falling
But I hit water
I cant breathe
Im about to drown
I reach the surface
Deep breath
I swim
To the next shore
I get up
And start to run
I find the road
Waiting for a car
I see headlights up ahead
The car keeps coming
And doesnt slow down
I get out of the way
And look to where the car was heading
I notice that its stopped
I walk to the car
And look inside
Its you
And you have a gun
You raise it at me
Deep breath
Which will be my last
And then all I see
Is white gun blasts

poem by Allison Unknown
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Smooth....

you squirt like a squid
holy squirt, black splash
to a green sea

you squirt everything like a
filthy squid
everything to the greenish
portion of the sea

all the anemones sigh
sea corals dance
all spawns of womanhood
spread all over the
vast green

on the surface the object
of your desire is half-nude
fishing a dream

you never for once told him
about your hidden song

he is smooth, cool, able bodied
all the while wanting to catch you
and take you home
alive.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Of Two Different Natures

shimmering sea
floating forever on
the waves

landing on the shore

the shimmering is gone
the gray sands are hungry
and there are too many of them

countless
annihilators
of motion and light

earth and water
always part away

the sky is ready
for the ball of fire
that soon
shall take its
needed sleep

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Down The Nile

Lying right beside you all the things we done
This I didn't plan now I understand we're one
We belong together no more time to fight
Underneath the skin we can let it in and float it through the night
And I aint never been here before
And you you , you come and knock on my door
(chorus)
Floating down that moonlight river
Lighter than a child
Warmer than the seven breezes
Floating ~ floating down the Nile
Softer than the clouds around us
Filling up my eyes
Silky like your burning kisses
Floating ~ floating down the Nile

song performed by by Heart
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Gentle Creature

Gentle creature of the seas swimming happy, swimming free
dives into the sea with grace surfaces to show it's gentle face
Why are people so cruel to gentle creatures like you
You should be left to swim in peace
Graceful through the water you swim diving out and diving in
Oblivious to the world around across the water you leap and bound
Hours of fun you do provide playing, chasing then you hide
To the surface again you rise
How sad it would be if you were no more
If we could not stand upon the shore and watch you're playful
antics forever more

poem by Jenni Burt
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Eventually

I met a man
And talked about you
He seemed like a man from Osaka I knew
And he listened while I told him how you hurt me
And he consoled me when he told me he'd been hurt too
And he said we are inter-dependent
And the effects on each other never ending
And that the air has no boundaries
I think this water that surrounds me
Is the same water soaking through to you
So what comes floating to me
Eventually
Will come floating back to you
What comes floating to me
Eventually
Will come floating back to you
I had some tea
With a gal from Paris
We talked about life, sex, love and poetry
And you can't help it
Your name came up again
And she said man those kind of guys
Really know how to steal all of the oxygen
And I said we are inter-dependent
And the effects on each other never ending
And that the air has no boundaries
I think this water that surrounds me
Is the same water soaking' through to you
So what comes floating to me
Eventually
Will come floating back to you
What comes floating to me
Eventually
Will come floating back to you
I have a friend I confide in
He always says doll you got to learn not to lead with your chin
But you can't help it
It all comes up again
And then you have your fill
And your spill reaches down as far as a flood
So what comes floating to me
Eventually
Will come floating back to you
What comes floating to me
Eventually
Will come floating back to you
Eventually
Eventually
Will come floating back to you
Eventually
Eventually

song performed by by Cyndi Lauper
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A Dream Of Death

WHERE shall we sail to-day?'--Thus said, methought,
A voice that only could be heard in dreams:
And on we glided without mast or oar,
A wondrous boat upon a wondrous sea.

Sudden, the shore curved inward to a bay,
Broad, calm, with gorgeous sea-weeds waving slow
Beneath the water, like rich thoughts that stir
In the mysterious deep of poets' hearts.

So still, so fair, so rosy in the dawn
Lay that bright bay: yet something seemed to breath,
Or in the air, or from the whispering waves,
Or from that voice, as near as one's own soul,

'There was a wreck last night.' A wreck? then where
The ship, the crew?--The all-entombing sea
On which is writ nor name nor chronicle
Laid itself o'er them with smooth crystal smile.

'Yet was the wreck last night.'. And gazing down
Deep down below the surface, we were ware
Of ghastly faces with their open eyes
Uplooking to the dawn they could not see.

One moved with moving sea-weeds: one lay prone,
The tinted fishes gliding o'er his breast;
One, caught by floating hair, rocked quietly
Upon his reedy cradle, like a child.

'The wreck has been'--said the melodious voice,
'Yet all is peace. The dead, that, while we slept,
Struggled for life, now sleep and fear no storms:
O'er them let us not weep when heaven smiles.'

So we sailed on above the diamond sands,
Bright sea-flowers, and white faces stony calm,
Till the waves bore us to the open main,
And the great sun arose upon the world.

poem by Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
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The New Drug

I feel these demons
Welling up in my chest
They scream release
Yet I lay weeping knowing what they take
What they steal
Just one breath
I know what this breath leads to
An immersed hell
Water diluted red
My arms left broken slashed, scarred
Pain is the new drug
Only an addict knows a drug addict’s loss
The loss and all it costs
What is gained
But release

poem by Patrick Tincher
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I've Been There....

i've been there.

in those places of my fears

on those islands of desire

immersed myself on its bountiful

water

dived on its rivers

deep deep down

where breathing is nil

i've survived it

or i might have been broken a bit

in so many ways

but i have survived it

and had repaired myself

i've been there

and meeting you today

i have become confident

and firm

now i can look at you

without shame

look at you straight in my eyes

and tell myself

it is over.

i've had all the pain

now i shall

not make any bargain.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Breath! Breath out!

A moment of silence.
Breath out!
There is nothing to say aloud.
Reflection of passion in the eyes.
Breath!
There is no time to realize.
They quickly open the door lock.
Breath out!
They look at the clock.
Endless kiss in the hall.
Breath!
Don’t fall!
The sound of falling ring.
Breath out!
Ding, ding!
The smell of electricity on the skin.
Breath!
Who will win?
A certain expression on his face.
Breath out!
It’s not a race.
Fulfilling with ecstasy two glasses.
Breath!
They are full of fantasies.
Not clear whispers of wet lips.
Breath out!
You are not VIPs.
The hasty movements of two lightings.
Breath!
They are fighting.
One is tender, another one is rude.
Breath out!
One is not so cute.
Rocking hands of the clock.
Breath!
Don’t get a shock!
As… one is released,
another one is not.
Take a deep breath!
As… here is a dot.

Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)

poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Perfect World

We get to be a ripple in the water
We get to be a rock that's thrown
We get to be a boy on the bridge
Standing over the reservoir
I see the water lapping on the shoreline
Buried forest of a man made lake
Cemeteries are laying underneath it
Your heart like a damn embrace
We're floating we're swimming
And at this moment we are forgetting
What we caused what it takes
The one perfect world when we look the other way
I'm okay if I don't look a little closer
I'm okay I if don't see beyond the shore
I'm okay I don't have to do the killing or
Know what the killing is for
We're talking we're driving
And in this moment we are denying
What we caused what it takes
The one perfect world when we look the other way
One perfect world...when we look the other way
You can see beyond the middle isolation
And the miracle of daybreak doesn't move you anymore
Connect the points and then see the constellations
As the night comes down on the reservoir
We're swimming we're floating
And in this moment we are beholden
To what we've caused to what it takes
The one perfect world
Can we learn to live another way
Perfect world...can we learn to live another way
One...perfect world
Get to be a ripple in the water

song performed by by Indigo Girls
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Pastel poem [Pastel]

At sunset, from beyond the peaks,
Red blinks at dusk in silence glow
They break in small and shining streaks,
Which into shaded Danube flow.

The murky waves bury them all
And under osiers downstream,
On water hardly shake and crawl
Like orange peel, or so they seem.

Down there, above the forest, soon,
Where shrubberies are dark and wet,
Rises the handsome crescent moon
And sparkles from a minaret.

And, as if painted with this goal,
The island casts its shadow long,
Cut from the world, playing the role
Of a medieval castle, strong.

Looks like a ship charmed near the shore
Which anchored at the mountains' feet,
A wonder dreamed and waited for
By the old Danube's water sheet!

In the clear nights, calm, half asleep,
It waited for the morning bright,
To get out of the water deep
And come to surface in the light

A floating garden, purest one,
With trees and birds that sing in tune,
With flowers laughing at the sun,
But trembling scared under the moon.

poem by George Topîrceanu, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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Your Eyes

in the seas of your eyes
i see the reflection of
the sun rise and
the sun set
at the same time
i also see the sparkling high tide
of a full-moon night
and splinters of glassy waves
of a bright summer day
i see the mysterious depths
of the sea i can never negotiate
hidden behind the fluidy veil
that protects the whites of your eyes

i stroll along
the enigmatic
sands of your shore
at all times of the day
and the night

30sep2009
19.58hrs

poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Swimming in the sea

Summertime is here
And it is time for me to swim
Bodies of all shapes and sizes
Will be evident in the sea

Swimming in the sea
Provides closure of the winter for me
After being secluded for a few months
It is time to embrace the sea

I hope the sea will not be full
As I would really like to swim
The tingle of water through my feet
Provides peace for me

My body becomes accustomed to the sea
As the heat linger on over the beach
I am engulfed by the waves
“ Ooops…” I am far back in the sea

I see various shapes floating in the sea
They take up all the space
I can hardly breathe
It is hard for me to swim

There are bodies all around me
“Fok! Hoe kan ‘n mens so swem”
Swimming in the sea provides solitude for me
Swimming in the sea sets me free!

poem by Lee John Siebritz
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A View

driftwood
with seven twigs
on the shore
as clear as glass
is the water
and all stones and pebbles
are visible

above
blue skies
so blue that the white cotton clouds
appear like sperm cells moving
impregnating
an earth-sky womb

and then
it rains
the water rises
the drift wood again taken
floating
gently to another shore
another island
of white sands

a coconut tree towers
to reach a waft of cloud
winds as cool as ice
sands slipping on the fingers
a leaf from a guyabano tree falls
on the mouth
of a sleeping woman
beside her
the man whose arms are enclosing
her throughout
the rainy night

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Iinto My Heart

Into my heart a river is flowing
Its roars are not heard, urging
Like a overfilled bowl it's flooding,
There starts soul's hurting.

At its banks the flood is beating,
Its dirt and stones are floating.
In the water swans are swimming.
Their secrets the waves are sharing

One day I'll not be able to rein it,
One by one my patience breaks
Destructing its river-bed once,
This river floods out of my eyes.

poem by Uktamoy Khaldorova
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