Victory Of Humility
His face was buried in the warm sand of the shores
and his feet were soaked in the cold water of the sea
He faces the furnace of test
trying to put his conscience to tune
he steps in the rushing waves of trials
and on a stormy winter night, he builds his foundaion
On a lonely cross, his victory was held...
tightened by six inch nails, still it was victory
The Victory of humility!
poem by Timothy muggaga
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Summer dreams.
Soft warm sand felt beneath my feet,
Summer days...lost to a comfortable heat.
Sea breezes chilling with shades of a palm tree,
gentle waves crashing....into a sun soaked sea.
Bluest of sky's...filling long days,
summer warmth beaming...soothing hot Sun rays.
poem by James Urwin
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Steps
steps taken in stillness
resonate off the walls
of the universe...
creating waves,
waves upon waves,
that pound the shores
of indifference
till change arises,
and a new day begins!
steps taken in naked honesty,
peel back the layers of the wound.
find the tiny speck of the human,
beneath the rubble and the ruins.
steps taken in shared compassion
have the rhythm of human hearts,
beating out the sacred dance
in honor of what we're called to be...
steps taken together,
the very best of all!
from darkness into the light,
from captivity into freedom!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Beachy Sand
I am beachy sand,
ground down mountain dust,
washed here by wet rain
to edge-bound shores
where I can feel the footprints
of millions who
come to me
for solace
walking my shores,
making love,
reconciling,
talking
departing
loving.
I am beachy sand-
my granules
are a million years old-
and I rest just below
your sandaled feet;
mute and warm
blanketed in summer heat.
I am warmth
that reassures you
that nature and you
still meet.
Lie down here;
I am here
with you.
We are both
Children of the Stars.
.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Cold Feet
There was a little boy once upon a time
Who in spite of his young age and small size knew his mind
For every copper penny and clover he would find
Make a wish for better days the end of hard times
For no more cold feet
Cold cold cold cold feet
His clothes were always clean
His face was always scrubbed
There was food on the table enough to fill him up
His house was full of life - his house was full of love
But when winter days arrived
There was never money enough to shod his cold feet
Cold cold cold cold feet
He grew up to be a worker determined to succeed
He made a life for himself, free from worldly wants or needs
But with nobody to share the life hed made
No body to keep him warm at night
When hed go to sleep hed sleep alone with his cold feet
Cold cold cold cold feet
One night he walked the street looking to the heavens above
Searching for a shooting star a benevolent god
When a woman passing by brushed his arm
He turned and found love
He then wished for the courage to ask this stranger
Who she was to not have cold feet
Cold cold cold cold feet
He thought shed like the party life and want the finer things
So he promised more than he could buy
And he promised her the sun and moon to not have cold feet
Cold cold cold cold feet
He worked day and night his fingers to the bone
Hi worried mind guilty conscience drive him on
He cant give her what she needs
He wants to give her what he thinks she wants
Her sad-eyed face, his empty pockets drive him on and his cold feet
Cold cold cold cold feet
Hed struggled all his life to be an honest man
Proud that the dirt on his palms was the soil of the land
But some guys he knew from high school days
Said they had a plan to get rich quick
And they could count him in if he dont have cold feet
Cold cold cold cold feet
He thought about their offer accepted it without qualms
Dreamt about the life hed buy
The comfort that would come without cold feet
Cold cold cold cold feet
He decided to tell his wife things would soon turn around
He said the little boy is dead
A man stands with you now without cold feet
Cold cold cold cold feet
Without cold feet - cold cold cold cold feet
He thought hed set his clock right - he though hed read his watch
He left in such a hurry he didnt think to wish for luck
Makes no difference if youre early - no difference if youre late
When youre out of time - the flowers have been laid
Youre six feet underground
With cold feet
Cold cold cold cold feet
song performed by by Tracy Chapman
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Truth Everlasting
ocean waves beating up against the beach
the cool water against my feet
faces in the rocks looking up to the sky
the ocean waves reaching forever high.
the seagulls flying in to land on the sand
as i reached over with my hand.
gently touching his soft white back
my mind racing faster-never letting up the slack
the reflections of times gone by
when life was young and not full of lies.
the only thing that ever seemed the same
was some faces and some names.
faces and names of a past gone by
as i looked up towards the sky.
trying to figure why the rock faces looked up
and what they could possibly see
as it all seemed very naked to me
when a thought came into my mind
as the ocean reflected off the sky.
the faces were looking up to see
god looking down unhappily.
of him seeing all of his creations
being all torn down.
of human life laying on the ground.
unhappiness all around and not one voice to be found
to tell the world of its mistakes and the lies we live are all fakes.
and now i see what is to be-his truth everlasting.
poem by Louis Rams
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When sun's rays be tears
When sun's rays be tears
When we lost our shadow
When the sky and the earth cry
When the desert's sand swallow our steps
When the face of our dreams be dark
Who can awaken the sun?
To roll down
The warm rays of the sun
The shadows to be clear
The laugh of earth and sky
The way to our steps over the sand
The face of our happy dreams
No one. Only me and you
Thanks for my dear friend Ahamed Khaled 'Who can awaken the sun? '
poem by hosny Soliman
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A Tumult of Water
Water seeks a simple path, thoughtless
lines in the softer ground, a rushing
tumult of water and stones breaking
downwards and creating the face
of the drowning man, someone like this,
a to-be-ended, a lost, a water smacker
liquid runner, a dancer failing to bend
his feet to the moving ground, an unholy wetness
a face forced into a liquid laugh, no answer,
the shock of an obscene ballet
failing to contradict the rain and the salt
and the waves stopless and stopless.
poem by Leslie Philibert
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Shipwreck Water
The rain dropped down at 7:20
so suddenly wasted water
harsh memories no matter how deeply buried
survive, they emerge
all my betrayed water runs
between soles of her feet
their average is torn
Normandy
wait, wait, fulfill your destiny's secret
try to find, try to find
no fear till the end of crime
that day in 1944
and a shipwreck water
Lou Ann lost her father
Lou Ann and her daughter walks from the crosses for whom they've never known
the caretaker wipes the marble face with wet sand to bring out the letters
Sometimes the faces on the marble reflect only a picture of a dark haired man in spectacles
wait, wait, fulfill our destiny's secrets
try to find, try to find
no fear till the end of crime
the day in 1944
and a shipwreck water
Lou Ann lost her father
and a shipwreck water
Lou Ann never knew her father
father, father
rain dropped down at 7:20 as we watched
harsh memories no matter how deeply buried
all my betrayed water runs
between soles of her feet
their average is torn
Normandy
and a shipwreck water
Lou Ann lost her father
and a shipwreck water
Lou Ann never knew her father, father
song performed by by Nine Days
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Lost At Sea.
You remember now the sound of the sea,
The crashing of waves, the white and grey
Gulls in the sky. Mother said, don’t go too
Far out; keep an eye on the young ones.
The cold water made you hop about when
It first went over your bare feet. You knew
Where the young ones were, you could see
Them there at the water’s edge running in
And out as the cold water chased them.
The beach was crowded; the crowds seemed
To occupy each area with their deckchairs,
Windbreakers and towels spread on the sand.
The bright sun shone down heavily; the air
Was still. And Mother’s voice loudly shouting,
Where’s Baba? Where’s she gone? And the
Place she was with the others was without
Her presence now; the panic gripped you.
Your eyes scanned the beach and sea; you ran
Along the beach near the water’s edge gazing
Out at the wide expanse of ocean, ignoring the
Passing ships on the horizon, the sailing boats,
The far out swimmers, just looking for Baba,
Your eyes searching each face, each child, every
Little one running on the beach or out at sea out
Of reach. Mother came running down the beach
Towards you, her face red with effort, her mouth
Screaming out words carried off by the other
Sounds and the sea’s call, pointing out at ocean’s
Hold as a man came up and out of the waves,
Water dripping, eyes wide, and in his arms, Baba
Limp and her swaying head, hair hanging wet,
Seeming lost to you, small arms swinging, dead.
poem by Terry Collett
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Grains of Sand
Rolling in receding back
I watch the ocean’s waves.
Wondering what do they bring
or take away.
Reaching to my feet
some sand I scoop.
Through my fingers
those tiny grains flow.
Some so smooth
as if their journey long.
Others jagged sharp.
Had they not traveled far?
I muse to myself
What tales could they tell?
Relating their travels
carried by the seas.
if any what secrets
might they hide?
Tragedies triumphs
fair seas and foul.
Had they witnessed
great things and small?
As my mind wandered
imagination followed.
Again the waves roll in.
Now the sand is gone.
That sand I held
taken away.
Where will the seas
carry those grains?
On what other shores
will they a visit pay?
poem by Kurt Hearth
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Waves
The ocean waves curl
before rushing up the shore.
Their watery fingers exploring
before retreating back once more.
We stand bare feet in the sand
as each wave encircles our feet
and for a few moments, we feel
the waters felt by millions before.
(11 August 2011)
poem by David Harris
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Music of waves
I see the waves, washing away the steps on sand,
I hear the wind, singing its song strange,
I hear the strings of trees playing it -
A music of waves, music of wind.
Here it is hard to say, where is asphalt,
Here it is hard to say, what is a car.
Here you should throw a water up to hear:
The music of waves, music of wind.
Who could remember about those, that took the wrong way?
Who could remember about those, that were singing and laughing well?
Who could remember, feeling the cold butt, indeed,
Music of waves and music of wind.
song, lyrics by Victor Tsoi, translated by Lyudmila Purgina
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Water edge suicide
Here I am above the sea'
Sat on the rocks thinking and dying.
Just what is there left for me?
A life of fear and pain in the unknown.
I walk down to the sand
As iI take of my shoes shaking are my hands.
One bare foot placed in front of the other
These are my last steps to freedom.
I walk in to the sea.
Futher and futher I walk.
Waves getting water getting colder.
I walk on without fear,
I am not afraid.
It’s no more threatening
Than the life I shall leave behind me..
Now as I throw My head back.
And sway with the roaring waves
Awaiting my death.
And the final attack.
Amongst this freezing cold water.
Now savaging my body
I take one last look
I have no last regrets.
My eyes have now closed.
At last I am free
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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A Child's Amaze
amaze, cold amazement
those faces i saw as a child
those faces that can still trap
me between the lines of their
scowls with mere recollections
those cold cold faces that seemed
to have come out of er somewhere
a torture chamber? a lonely prison?
disappointment land?
i did not know hell, too young to know
wonder who first coined cold as hell
could hell be cold anyway?
well then i did not know
much about fridge either
in backward borneo 40 years back
the coldness of people's faces
racked the mind and dissettled
a budding heart mored used to
cajoles and warm embraces
i still see men with
cold cold faces, demeanor
hell, ice, fridge have become
overused, redundant words
to describe such poor souls
i picture them as homo sapiens
who carry an arctic with them
and wonder how they could make
friends and warm them up
cold cold people with cold cold faces
who could cut deeper to the bone
than ice and snow
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A Child's Amaze
SILENT and amazed, even when a little boy,
I remember I heard the preacher every Sunday put God in his
statements,
As contending against some being or influence.
Walt Whitman
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Ebb Tide
it is late now
very late dusk's
darkness has
already fallen
dark rimmed sunset
disappear last glow
dissipate be gone
fade away
this night is silk warm
flesh is sun kiss warm
breeze soft caress warm
waves wash out
footprints softly splash
suck in sink sand
feet grow cool
sunken treasure sands
slowly shape mould
harmonic planes
miniature waves wisps
whisper gliding in
shallows on seabreeze
washing out ripples
migrating miniature waves
single summer’s seascape
sifting sands
blown skip briskly
sting the windward
inward spirit eye
the night is warm
flesh is warm
breeze is warm
soul is warm
poem by Terence George Craddock
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A couple on the beach.
Two frail frames
male and female
walking hand in hand
leaving imprints
waving imaginary magic wand
giggling, teasing, running
throwing caution to wind & rolling
on ever welcoming golden sand.
Making Castles
on the sand
in the air
who cares
when these disappear
moments only to cherish.
Their feet into the calm sea
feeling the touch of cold warmth
bending to gauge under current
watching it to rise slowly from its slumber
thousand lions freed from their cage
appearance of full moon
powered surfs into rage
never afraid of opposition
both
assuring and reassuring each other
of their bondage.
Squatting
they don't talk
silence smiles
understanding perfect
just a gesture,
she goes resplendent
wrapped in orange red
the sun,
witnesses
beginning of the union on the sand bed.
Stampede of sorts
waves surged to have glimpse
those two mortals
oblivious of crazy waves
buried under the sand
wake up with a start
as blanket of water washes
their misadventure of sorts
they glance at each other,
smiling discreetly
hand in hand, drenched
walk away from the heat
---x------
copyright/children of lost God/Tribhawan Kaul
All rights reserved
poem by Tribhawan Kaul
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Two Faces In My Mind
there are always two remaining faces
that dominated my mind,
the first one has the face of the body that i want to sleep with
but which i cannot really live with
it is a cruise
perhaps only for three days
then i disembark looking for the next face,
the second is one that i want to spend the rest of my life
but which does not make me wonder
my imagination is shrinking
into a barren land, into shores without waves, into skies without
the stars, into a night deep into the woods
where jackals live
in both faces, my blue butterfly of love and affection
does not hover, as it merely flutters from one flower to another
unable to decide which one
i know the reason why
my soul is restless
my heart had long been dead
in both faces, i fear death no more,
where shall i go somehow is not my worry
i have placed my hands in the hands of God
let Him write everything, i shall face Him weeping
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Where The Waters Meet
today i feel good
i walked in the water
loved how it felt under my feet
i look out in the oceans
and wonder
where the waters meet
so i walk i untill the water meets my breast
i look around and see more water
am i in the middle
where the waters meet
do it feel me
where the water meets my skin
so warm and soft
but yet so i wonder
where the waters meet
i give in to the waves
and lean till i float
close my eyes and i feel my self drift away
where the water meet i will never know
where the waves take me is where ill go
where the water meets my soul
poem by Raesheka Antwine
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Sands Of Love
i walked along the oceans shores
with a hundred thoughts on my mind
trying to get the answers in that period of time.
does love only come once in our lifetime?
and is it destined for us to feel heartbreak?
how can i survive? what will it take.
i was forgetting what it was to love again
then something strange happened to me.
i felt the oceans mist gently touch my face.
i felt the sun hold me in a warm embrace.
i felt the sand underneath my feet
i felt my heart skip a beat.
there stood this woman in her glory
telling the children a fairy tale story.
as a child they would wonder.
what was rolling thunder?
what created the rainbow in the sky.
why could the birds fly, and not you and i?
why does the sun rise in the east
and sets in the west?
is this just part of GODS test?
these were just some of the
questions that was put to her.
she looked at the children in total dismay
not knowing what to say.
so i decided to step in, and answer the
questions the best that i could.
not really knowing if i should.
she smiled at me, and gave a sigh of relief
she asked me to sit at their feet.
we laughed and joked with the children
and played in the sand.
she thanked me for giving the helping hand.
the sun started to set in the sky
there we sat- just she and i.
i asked if i could see her again
even if it's as a friend.
and she knew where i was going with that
and that there'd be no turning back.
we were both looking for love
the second time around.
and in each other
'that love we found'.
was put to he
poem by Louis Rams
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Under the snow rain
Running in midnight
Snow shines in the dark
Falling beautiful slowly
Make me rushing my feet
My breath’s frozen, my hands turn cold
But I don’t care
I must meet you, I must see you now
I need to hold you and feel your warmth
Before you gone and leave me broken
Running like a fool
Tears river in my eyes
Still rushing my feet
Screaming nightmare inside
My heart’s stop beating, my mouth starts bitter
I know no mistake
I must come to you, I must find you now
I need to hold you and keep you warm
Before you gone and leave me alone
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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