On An Island Beach, New England
Swards of pockmarked ocean floor, heaved up,
Bifurcated beach with the 'bathtub rock, '
The sands preferred by feathered crits.
After a day's muddy walk we arrived,
Gasping at the suddenness of the expanse,
Of the blue and tidal shore.
poem by Stan Petrovich
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Ocean Blue
Well you took me home
And you took me back
But deep down inside
The feeling just died and i
Couldnt see why
From indigo to royal blue
I travel far but no one will do
Anytime, anyplace
Every shape every face
Brings memories of you
Blue to be blue
To be blue
Ocean blue
Blue to be blue
To be blue
Ocean blue - ocean blue
Fair weather friends might drift away
When summer ends and skies burn grey
So I walk to the ocean
Pilot these shores
Just thinking of you
Its time we kissed the clouds goodbye
From now on its strictly blue sky
Come rain and shine
The outlook is still fine
Im thinking of you
Blue to be blue
To be blue
Ocean blue
Blue to be blue
To be blue
Ocean blue - ocean blue
Blue to be blue
To be blue
Ocean blue, ocean blue
Ocean blue, ocean blue
Ocean blue, ocean blue
Ocean blue, ocean ocean
Ocean, ocean
Blue to be blue
To be blue
Ocean blue
Blue to be blue
To be blue
Ocean blue - ocean blue
I stand at the head of the queue
Theres mutinys every crew
Wishin and wonderin bout you
Ocean blue
song performed by by Abc
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Love Is Passion / U Have to Sing It to Get It
love is passon love is true
love need to come and find you
whenever i'm on a walk i want to scream
and sout its another
lovely day in the naberhood
in the naboerhood
in the naboerhood
its another lovely day in the naborhood
in the naborhood
in the naborhood
its another lovely day in the naberhooooooooood
of paso rubles californa ooh yaaaaaaaaa
i want to come and hang it with my friends and me
with my friends and me
with my friends and me
i want to come and hang it with my friends and me
with my friends and me
with my friends and me
i want to come and hang it with my friends and meeeeeeee
have a picnic by the ocean shore i wan't it to be just me and you
just me and you
just me and you
have a picnic by the ocean shore i wan't it to be just me and you
just me and you
just me and you
have a picnic by the ocean shore i wan't it to be just me and yoooouuuu
its another lovely day by the beach and shore
by the beach and shore
by the beach and shore
its another lovely day by the beach and shore
by the beach and shore
by the beach and shore
its another lovely day by the beach and shooooorrrreee
of morrow bay
its a good life with my best friends and me
with my best friends and me
with my best friends and me
its a good life with my best friends and me
with my best friends and me
with my best friends and me
its a good life with my best friends and meeeeeeeeee
ooooooohhhhhhh yaaahhh
ok lets go its another lovely daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyy! !
in the naboerhoooooooooooooooooood yah
by the way u have to sing it to get it ok thanks
poem by Valya Madden
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From The Bathtub To The Ocean
start with the bathtub, scrub yourself
with soap and some perfume
smooth white skin and flawless body
cleaned with soft water
safe on the privacy of your
comfort room
there is no challenge there
there is just this stagnancy
that kills
and numbs the mind
life is more than that
life always
wants an exploration
of the unknown
and so you begin to think of the shore
of the sea
and its waves and its rolling nature
its challenge for you
to swim or take the sail
towards the ocean
beyond the comforts of your domestic mind
you look forward to the vast expanse
of the Atlantic or the Pacific
you anticipate the storms
the cyclones
of your life
the way other people's ships sink
how other people drown
and how they tell you
they survive
and then they start telling you the real meaning of life
you must go
and find the meaning of your life yourself
definitely not in that silly bathtub
it is always in that ocean
the cyclones
the storms after
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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O Cruel Sea!
No more will I go near the sea!
No more will I stand on a beach;
No more will I live near a shore;
The sea no more looks lovely!
No more will I play on its sands;
No more will I bask in its sun;
No more will I watch ships and boats;
The sea has lost its glory!
No more will I walk on the shore;
No more will I build sand-castles;
No more will I eat sea-fish foods;
The sea has lost its beauty!
No more will I go over-seas;
No more will I adore the waves;
No more will I yearn for the sea;
The sea has lost its sanctity!
No more will I deep-dive for pearls;
No more will I collect sea-shells;
No more will I dream of Blue Sea;
The sea’s a Mass-Grave, watery!
poem by John Celes
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Ocean of memories....
When one day missing you becomes unbearable
I will seek you out from deep within the ocean of my memories
Walk on the sands of time till it lead me to your sunkissed shores
Where our journey ended and love will once again be reborn
Here i will await your loving heart
I will gaze out across the ocean
Breathe in the winds of hope
Close my eyes and cast the nets of faith once more
Reel in the vision of bygone times
In one precious moment
I shall surrender my soul, my heart, my being
To the rememberance of the fragrance of your body
Rediscovering its secrets
I shall recall the waves to the shore
and bathe blissfully in the ocean of your memories
We shall become one
Dance to the rhythm of our heartbeats
Watch a million butterflies taking flight
Shimmering bubbles floating above us
Watch the sun as it rises and sets in eyes yours and mine
Embrace and behold the beauty of loves tidal wave
Ride the waves of ecstacy
Reaching a crescendo
As each wave of passion hits the shore
and we evanesce into sprays of pearls and water
Ultimately
just another dropp in the ocean of memories
Solitude Of The Waves
SOLITUDE OF THE WAVES
Melvin Banggollay
As the tide of the ocean rises high
to kiss the lovely breast of the shore,
flocks of birds keeps on flying high
over the blue ocean's widest floor,
the winter breeze shares its delight
of coldness I can't long endure
while i'm in solitude of solemn sigh
reflecting deeply if I can still endure
memories written with every tides
of a love once build upon this shore.
The shore was filled with serenity
as the moonlight radiance glow,
When I heard her whisper softly
in my ears promises I never knew
have only faithless spirit and beauty
of a love and romance she bestow
that filled my heart with so much glee
that even the waves dances with joy
with the happiness that bewildered me
on that one lucky night upon this shore.
but now as I walk alone this beach
The waves seems come to me to fade
with lonely smile as they try to reach
and take back the footprints I laid
upon the shore once been the seat
of a love now only in memory be made
as teardrops in my eyes start to heat
and melt down again for a decade
of pain and agony as memory unseat
and keep on coming back like waves.
poem by Melvin Banggollay
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The State Of Non-meaning
so many sands
long term plans
so many grains of sands
on the beach on the mind of man
oh, i guess
so many poems composed
each poem has become a grain of sands
so many grains
from my mouth
to my hands to my feet to the beach to the sands of time
in search for meaning
when actually there is none.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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River Of Love
(Sommers)
All of my life I've been so happy while I have had you by my side.
Now you say you're gonna leave me for to become someone else's bride.
Oh, the river of love it has gone muddy and the flowers, they are dying on the shore.
And the blue skies have all turned to darkness and the nightingale will sing no more.
What can I do to hide my sorrow, what can I do to ease the pain?
How can I keep these tears from falling? Oh, darling, won't you come back home again?
Oh, the river of love it has gone muddy and the flowers, they are dying on the shore.
And the blue skies have all turned to darkness and the nightingale will sing no more.
Tomorrow I will take you to the station, I will see that you're safely on that train.
When the Two-Nineteen has parted, I'll never ever see your smile again.
Oh, the river of love it has gone muddy and the flowers, they are dying on the shore.
And the blue skies have all turned to darkness and the nightingale will sing no more.
And the blue skies have all turned to darkness and the nightingale will sing no more.
song performed by by John Denver
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Island
Islands call out to me like the highlands that I always see in my dreams of home,
I am never alone when I'm there.
Islands, like so many dreams, are like canyons, but off the main stream.
And there's no one there, the dreamer is always alone.
And the mighty blue ocean keeps rolling on every shore, like the spirit that binds us together,
we are so much more than islands.
Islands belong to the sea like the dark sands of my memory.
When the morning comes they are stepping-stones to the sun.
And the mighty blue ocean keeps rolling on every shore, like the spirit that binds us together,
we are so much more than islands, islands.
song performed by by John Denver
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A Tale Of Ours In The Ocean
We are so close to the beach
As we held hands each other
On that deep blue sea we were floated
Joyful and vanished our sorrows
The ocean crashing against the rocks
Very nice, never thought about them
It's so fun too play in the sands
Just like what we called 'run away'
We are so close to the beach
As we held hand each other
That deep blue sea we're floated
Together we diving into the sea
Hanging on to this sweet memory
And the water can't cover the memory
Through the window in the wall
I let them flew straight to the moon
I wonder why it happens so fast
You leave me far away from here
And I'm still here waiting for you
To go to the beach once again
Our life is no longer in this world
So I write down these all words
I want to ride the skies tonight
Cos' I still waiting for sleep.
poem by Nik Hasif Nik Hasbollah
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Stay With Me
Tempered by greed, tall buildings breathe
Give a sigh of relief when its night
Stirring from sleep, we night owls creep
Is there any sign of life under this stone
Star chime hollow & true.
Love, child
Weep for me & I will cast your wheels in motion
Walk with me the inner reaches of emotion
Sheltered by creed, one piled on one
Do you have a little room for one small one
Light shine wild & free
Sun, rise
Weep for me & I will set your wheels in motion
Keep with me & like a roller on the ocean
Stand by me & I will fill you with devotion
Walk with me the inner reaches of emotion
Weep for me & sands of time will fill the ocean
Keep with me til rays of sunshine fill the ocean
Walk with me the inner reaches of emotion
Stand with me & I will fill you with devotion
Weep for me the sands of time will fill the ocean
Keep with me & like a roller on the ocean
Stand by me & I will fill you with devotion
Walk with me the inner reaches of emotion
The sands of time will fill the ocean
Keep with me & rays of sunshine fill the ocean
Walk with me the inner reaches of emotion
song performed by by Erasure
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I Miss The Beach
I miss everything about the beach from the sands between my toes to the mighty sound of the ocean crashing against the rocks; it is there where I found my serenity.
I miss the sun raise to the sun fall at the beach, where its true colors have this wonderfully glow right at the point of when the sun touches the water.
I miss the smell of the salted water when the wind blows, I miss the way the sun feels when it caress my face, it has this magical warmth.
I miss the beach from the family fun to the just one on one in the sun, it reminds me of what home feel like, I miss seen the kids playing in the water, and how the fire bounces off the ocean in the darkness of night.
I miss the beauty of the beach for this is the loveliest gift that God has created for us to enjoy our time with each other, oh how I miss the beach.
poem by Kimbaline Navas
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This Perfect Beach
Happy energy, human energy, lingers in
the air around the Eastern American Coast
a small beach wedding - black folks -
I witnessed today - sunny, partly
cloudy, April 28th,2012.
The fizzy cool splish of ocean waves
on the shore give auditory illusion
of Coca-cola; of leaves blowing on wise
old trees; Stare at the secret,
gray-blue ocean
-Quantum universe Truth is revealed.
I'd like to die peacefully at the beach,
probably around the age 66-67ish
-the perfect death for anyone...high
on opiate; slow, contemplative
breaths; Serene, and surrounded
by loved ones...and with the feeling
that one's mission is over.
Nathan Capps, my friend, off in the city -
thanks for Dharma Bums. Nathan, i dreampt
of you last night (we were hopping trains?)
while I was nodding off on Roxi, Percs, Beer,
Benadryl, Xanax, Melatonin...
How did I wake up this morning? Did I
really? Is this perfect
beach a Death Dream? ?
Stare at the handwriting on the page:
don't blink - it's just skwiggles.
Each Hypnotic wave's echo over
the expanse of the coast
is a lullaby. Each wave makes it's
individual, original Sound
and slips into the past...
- birds painting themselves
across the great afternoon April
sky - - Billions of beautiful details
in each beach moment
all decaying into the future along
with my towel, beach chair, guitar,
notebook, and Self.
We walk through the mystery of life,
some of us tortured; some of us with
saltwater and sand matted on our
golden-tanned legs; and some of us
are forgotten, utterly desolate, fading
into the fog of...into the fog of...into
the fog of...
(April 28th,2012 - 5: 35 p.m.)
poem by Ray Quesada
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Black Muddy River
When the last rose of summer pricks my finger,
And the hot sun chills me to the bone,
When I cant hear the song for the singer,
And I cant tell my pillow from a stone,
I will walk alone by the black muddy river,
And sing me a song of my own,
I will walk alone by the black muddy river,
And sing me a song of my own.
When the last bolt of sunshine hits the mountain,
And the stars start to splatter in the sky,
When the moon hits the southwest horizon,
With the scream of an eagle on the fly,
I will walk alone by the black muddy river,
And listen to the ripples as they moan,
I will walk alone by the black muddy river,
And sing me a song of my own.
Black muddy river, roll on forever,
I dont care how deep or wide, if youve got another side,
Roll muddy river, roll muddy river, black muddy river, roll.
When it seems like the night will last forever,
And theres nothing left to do but count the years,
When the strings of my heart begin to sever,
And stones fall from my eyes instead of tears,
I will walk alone, by the black muddy river,
And dream me a dream of my own,
I will walk alone, by the black muddy river,
And sing me a song of my own, sing me a song of my own.
song performed by by Grateful Dead
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A Joyful Mermaid
Fine flourishing line to the limit
The mezzo brimmed with sea blue
High full of delicacy
Everything is lie yet everything is true
She hunker on the rigid rock
Gazing at the blonde shore
With water to the essentiality
With water in her eyes
With her anticipation absent
With her mind to the core
Longing to hug the sand, with her feet
Which she hopes to have
Dreaming to walk with moist feet
On the dreamy land
She wishes to walk
With water to the essentiality
With water in her eyes
While hunkering on the rigid rock
Where her mates mock
Her insanity
Where she only can
Think of a walk
On the blond shore
poem by Payal Parande
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The Armenian Grief
The Armenian grief is a shoreless sea,
An enormous abyss of water;
My soul swims mournfully
On this huge and black expanse.
It prances at times – enraged,
And looks for the shore – blue and serene,
Where sometimes, it wearily dives deeply
Looking for fathomless rest;
But it will never reach the bottom of this sea.
It will never reach the shore.
In the Armenian grief – on the black expanse
My soul lives and mourns…
poem by Hovhannes Toumanian
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The Ocean In My Mind
I sit on the beach
nothing but ocean in front of me
I look at the waves
and hear the rythum of them crashing
on to the rocky shore
I feel the water trickle down on me
in the hot summer sun
I look back into the ocean
and notice that I see no end
just beautifull blue water
I watch as dolphins
jump and twist in the air
I watch as sailboats
lazyily glide by
I watch the tide come and go
just sitting there
and enjoying my suroundings
I think to myself
life is like the ocean
unexpecting and dangerous
lively and beautiful
filled with both sorrow and joy
life is the ocean
poem by Sierra Love
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As if anchored to my rock
On a rock next to the sea
I see the horizon
where ocean and sky
meets each other
with blue fading into blue.
The waves smash with thundering sound
time after time
and drops of seawater
splash over me
as if she is my mistress
and are stroking me with her long fingers.
It is as if the rock
moves under my feet
the ocean wants
to get me in her arms,
but I stand unmovable
as if anchored to my rock
and nothing can let me slip down from it.
I see the green blue of her water
that is rushing near
with white foam
just before braking
and further on the dark blue
lies like colours of a gleaming eye
and I think: sea into you
I will not climb down
and when a giant wave
brakes over me,
bending my body and sucking with force
I stand unmovable
as if anchored to my rock.
poem by Gert Strydom
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How Many Grains Of Sand Are There On The Beach?
we are on the beach
it is a very bright and warm day
the coconut leaves are cooling us
the shade is comforting
the sands so white
the sea is crystal blue
the sea gulls are singing
colored fishes come up from time to time
hiding in the corals
if you want to know how many grains of white sands
are there on this beach
begin the count
for the meantime
we are taking our much needed plunge
we leave you for a while
enjoy yourself.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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From My Window
from my glass window
at the second floor overlooking the sea
i see big waves arriving on the sandy shore
murky sea waters striking each rock
like teeth gnashing and tongues lashing
the strong winds from the Pacific Ocean
have arrived at the earlier time
Cold and strong and threatening
the trees sway, the leaves fall, the children
are kept at bay inside their houses by their mothers
there is going to be a big typhoon tonight as predicted
i close the window and remember many sad things in my life.
i tell myself, i assure my senses, i am safe now, i am strong now.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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