The Laws That Man Made On Earth
the laws that man made on earth are like sandcastles.
and the men who made them are like children
playing on the beach one summer's day.
each hand takes a mouthful of sand and
forms the minarets and walls and doors of
the castle. A path for their prince. A stable
for their horses. A special chamber for the
king and queen. A training ground for their
warriors and soldiers to protect them.
A court for their counsels and judges.
Every structure geared to protect self-interest.
the laws and sandcastles. The men who made them
are the children on the beach. And here comes God
the Big Wave, and in an instant, on a single wash of
its mighty hand, or tongue, or cape, all these laws are
washed away.
Then the afternoon comes. The sun sets. The children
go home and sleep.
Tomorrow is another play. Another game. Another sandcastles.
Nearby the waves keep looking.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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sandcastles
made by kids
on the shores
in a moment
a few seconds
the waves
come and
destroy
everything and
as you well see it
the children
build another
set of
sandcastles again
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Building The Sandcastles
do not think that it is only children who build sandcastles.
big people do, and worse, they do it
in the air and they are serious about this matter
someone comes along to destroy these sandcastles
his job is simply to destroy and give the hassles
dreams, as we all know them,
someone always has the temerity to destroy all of them
do not blame this dreambreaker, do not give him a bad name
whether you like it or not
the maker of the waves sends the sea to wash away
the sandcastles that we build
the maker of our dreams destroys these dreams
and then be glad
another cleansing has been duly accomplished and done
you see,
everything in this world always works for our own good
and for the best
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Beach
Sitting on the beach
Watching the waves
hearing the seagulls
the kids running around
looking for seaglass
seashells coming in with the waves
looking at the sandcastles
listening to the dogs barking
hanging around with the family
enjoying the sun
being able to be free
i love the beach
poem by Brooke Cote
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Overlooking Life
When I die I will miss the beach
The cool sensation of the salty breeze against your face,
Walking along the shore trying to find that perfect sea shell,
Building sandcastles even if you are a little too old!
Laying on the hot sand soaking up the sun,
The feel of wet sand squishing between your toes,
Diving in to the bubbly water,
I hope there is a beach in heaven.
poem by Kallie Gamble
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The Inner Voice - Conscience
Laws on earth can be made, unmade;
Laws can be bettered or worsened by change;
Laws may be just or unjust and never perfect;
Laws can be changed for comfort and convenience.
Laws may change from time to time;
Laws cannot reflect truth always;
Laws depend on the constituent makers;
Laws can never be ideal for all times!
But the inner Voice -the Conscience is static;
It always speaks the truth irrevocably;
It is not transmutable anytime;
It can never lie ever even by chance.
The Inner Voice scores over laws always;
One's conscience always tells what is right;
Freedom of man's conscience is paramount;
Laws to stifle the Inner Voice are simply futile!
Laws are needed but must be just and fair;
Laws aren't needed to fetter the conscience;
Laws are man-made and transmutable;
Conscience is God-given, remaining the same in everyone!
Obey the laws when they are fair and just;
Heed to your Conscience, God's law-maker within!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 14-02-12
poem by John Celes
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Options for children on a rainy day
Go to the pool with the slide
And get wetter
Make sandcastles on the beach
(Sticky sand much better)
Go inside to dry by the fire
Find a coloring book and color
Play board games until you tire
Share funny stories at dinner
More available, just add water...
poem by Harriet James
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The Political Law Class
it is avatar like
i am growing roots all over my body
my eyes
through its pupils
are giving you
pathways
to another dimension
beyond the
threshold of the law
of this land
i tell you about sandcastles
that we keep on building
and how every hour the waves of the sea
are destroying them
faithful to the law
we keep rebuilding these sandcastles
eternal damnation but
for a cause
we never let ourselves be drowned
by the depression of
the hours
survival of the fittest
so you have to memorize the faces of
those around you
they may not make it
after all
i spread my roots
to all your noses your hands
fingers
every orifice of your
bodies
after three hours
i have lost what i have for that day
going home
driving alone
on a dark night
i am surprised
why i have
become
stronger....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Seaside Scene
The selfish sun beckons bodies beach-side.
Parties of people decamp, floating towels onto their chosen patch.
Toddlers transfixed by the sea, trip over togs in anticipation.
Swimmers squeal as they tiptoe their way to the required depth, others bound with looping legs in an attempt to ignore the tide's temperature.
Waves crash and bang, as bare-chested builders carefully decide where sandcastles won't subside.
Sunbathers bask to the intermittent shushing of sun-sprays, as parasols protect the fairer kind.
Magnums are munched and ice-cream cones rotated on outstretched tongues, conscientiously saving the sand bound drips.
Children clutch kite-strings, whilst letting too their laughter soar on the salted air.
Eventually evening intervenes and forces the sun to relinquish its solar grip.
poem by Greg Costello
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Summer fun at the Beach
Summer fun is so grand
It's so fun too play in the sand
Summer time with family is so fun
you get to laugh and play in the sun
Running around on the beach
and for the ocean they try to reach
Summer fun is so grand
all the little kids run and play hand in hand
Get to play with a beach ball
seems like your there all day long
Making sand castles is really grand
just laughing and playing in the sand
Laughing, running, jumping, and jogging
screaming, shell collecting, beach walking and ball hogging
And all this summer fun has just begun,
I hope you read this poem when you done
poem by Attalia Gooden
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Rainy beach times
Children playing on a beach,
Nowhere to hide nowhere to seek,
Using there minds to play there games,
Running In the sand on a rainy day,
It dose not matter if the sun doesn't shine,
If the wind blows hard and the sands not dry,
There having fun so that's just fine,
Playing on a beach at two, three, and five,
With sand in there shoes and between there toes,
And wind swept hair and soggy clothes,
They feel no cold only time for fun
The moaning starts when they wet there bum,
It must look like desert to someone so young,
Who's two foot high and full of fun,
What an adventure it must be,
Playing in the sand and feeling free,
I can't remember ever being that high,
But we all must have though's of rainy beach times,
So as I stand here now alone on the beach,
Watching them play no hide and seek,
Spending this moment through children's eyes,
As they have there adventure and a rainy beach times.
Kevin Glenn
29-08-2011
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Laws XIII
Then a lawyer said, "But what of our Laws, master?"
And he answered:
You delight in laying down laws,
Yet you delight more in breaking them.
Like children playing by the ocean who build sand-towers with constancy and then destroy them with laughter.
But while you build your sand-towers the ocean brings more sand to the shore,
And when you destroy them, the ocean laughs with you.
Verily the ocean laughs always with the innocent.
But what of those to whom life is not an ocean, and man-made laws are not sand-towers,
But to whom life is a rock, and the law a chisel with which they would carve it in their own likeness?
What of the cripple who hates dancers?
What of the ox who loves his yoke and deems the elk and deer of the forest stray and vagrant things?
What of the old serpent who cannot shed his skin, and calls all others naked and shameless?
And of him who comes early to the wedding-feast, and when over-fed and tired goes his way saying that all feasts are violation and all feasters law-breakers?
What shall I say of these save that they too stand in the sunlight, but with their backs to the sun?
They see only their shadows, and their shadows are their laws.
And what is the sun to them but a caster of shadows?
And what is it to acknowledge the laws but to stoop down and trace their shadows upon the earth?
But you who walk facing the sun, what images drawn on the earth can hold you?
You who travel with the wind, what weathervane shall direct your course?
What man's law shall bind you if you break your yoke but upon no man's prison door?
What laws shall you fear if you dance but stumble against no man's iron chains?
And who is he that shall bring you to judgment if you tear off your garment yet leave it in no man's path?
People of Orphalese, you can muffle the drum, and you can loosen the strings of the lyre, but who shall command the skylark not to sing?
poem by Khalil Gibran
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The children of tomorrow
The children of tomorrow
They are looking on for peace and hope
They keep fixing the damage and the wars we had made.
The children of tomorrow
They are prying to god for all of the good things
They want this mess that we cause to be fixed
The children of tomorrow
They are on the floor bring knowing that they no hope
They had lost the fight to get this problem that we had made.
The children of tomorrow
They are gone carry on for us
That is why we should think do we want this for them
The children of tomorrow
poem by Kelly Berry
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Lignano
those sweet summer days
we would walk hand-in-hand
swim together in the sunlight
and write our names in the sand
now the sunshine has disappeared
all the skies are gray
i walk alone and watch the waves
wash our names away
i won’t be back next year, my love
and altho we’re out of reach
i will never forget that summer
we will always have the beach
we will always have the beach
poem by Rev. Dr. A. Jacob Hassler
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As It Was
Ginny loved it
when the time came
For their annual trip
to the seaside
And her father rented
the house with the big garden
that lead onto the sea.
She and her brothers and sister
Looked forward to it
every year and it seemed the sun
shone almost constantly
And the house seemed
as it was the year before
nothing changed nothing new
just the same rooms
and outlook and young Lily the maid
who came each year too
to help their mother
around the house
and watch
the younger children.
Her mother
Was the organiser
the one who seemed most near
to the children who seemed
to know the children’s needs
and wants and tried to keep
her husband happy
and allow him
his space and quiet
which he valued most of all.
Ginny liked it
when the sea was out
and there was plenty of sand
to play on to make a sand castle
with a moat and drawbridge
made from small pieces of driftwood
found on the beach.
But once her mother died
the seaside house
seemed less welcoming
the sea seemed
hardly ever to go out
than it was back again
the sun was less warm
less friendly
and her father
would mope
around the house
moaning and groaning
In his grief and bellowing
at Lily the maid
to do this and do that
making her cry
and only at night
when all were asleep
and Ginny was snuggled
Down in bed did it seem
as it was when her mother
would enter the room
and sit on the bed
and smile and whisper
the words she used to
placing a ghostly hand
on Ginny’s brow
and kiss her cheek.
Ginny remembered the house
By the sea years later
with the yellowy sand
And walking with Lily
the maid
hand in hand.
poem by Terry Collett
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Awakened by Love
Nestled in white orchids of hope
Dreams peer from rivers of joy
Seraphim myths flow on sail boats
Every smile from a girl and a boy
Magic wands with sweet pixie dust
Circles and visions of children’s love
Everything whole in hands of trust
Innocent and open under the true sun
All along the shore children play
We all wait and long for true dreams
Foghorns blow in the distant bay
The wind is blowing soft and free
Old stonewalls have summer vines
Lust without friendship is doomed
Her eyes seem to melt into mine
Her eyes so sincere, bright and true
Gentleness blooms in spring blossoms
Simplicity is having nothing to hide
Cardinals have come back with robins
Sand bars appear in the low tide
I know I never want to hurt her
I know I want to really take my time
When I am around her love stirs
I feel my past resolve in broken time
No vendetta, no need to be right
Tenderness is such a fine emotion
No competition or rudeness or strife
We sit and watch the teaching ocean
Sandcastles wash away in the sea
Lost in the moment love comes alive
Laughter and joy fills the free breeze
Clamshells wash ashore, seagulls fly
Children of the moment awakening by love
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Sandy Thoughts
'Ride this wave with me and know,
That every wave leads to a beach
But every beach is different.
The beach I seek is one where
The sand fits perfectly between my toes
Like your fingers between my hand.
Where the water embraces my skin in warmth,
To remind me how it feels to hold you.
A beach where me and you are the only ones,
To let you know, you are my only one.
I am not afraid of where this wave will take us,
I am afraid that you and I will never see the beach I seek.
That when I look back and think, what could have been,
Should have been, will never be.'
poem by Vinh Nguyen
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The Laws of God, The Laws of Man
The laws of God, the laws of man,
He may keep that will and can;
Not I: let God and man decree
Laws for themselves and not for me;
And if my ways are not as theirs
Let them mind their own affairs.
Their deeds I judge and much condemn,
Yet when did I make laws for them?
Please yourselves, say I, and they
Need only look the other way.
But no, they will not; they must still
Wrest their neighbor to their will,
And make me dance as they desire
With jail and gallows and hell-fire.
And how am I to face the odds
Of man's bedevilment and God's?
I, a stranger and afraid
In a world I never made.
They will be master, right or wrong;
Though both are foolish, both are strong.
And since, my soul, we cannot fly
To Saturn nor to Mercury,
Keep we must, if keep we can,
These foreign laws of God and man.
poem by Alfred Edward Housman
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They don't have special rights because we have civil rights laws that protect them. The laws work both ways.
The president appoints the judges. Your lives and your children's lives can change by all of these appellate court judges who will be appointed who will reinterpret laws, and things can change.
quote by Johnnie Cochran
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Playing In The Sand
look at what he is building in the sand,
he'll have a castle and be king of the land.
he'll fight dragons and ugly monsters,
But that is part of being a youngster.
what stories he'll have when the day is done,
But playing on the beach is so much fun.
a new day will come and new monsters to slay,
when playing on the beach that's what he loves to play.
6-19-09
poem by Timothy Honeycutt
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