at Marina Beach, Chennai..
silvery sands of marina,
glitter under the moon light,
shine under the sun light.
The eagerness in waves,
touch her quite often,
unconditionally, unopposed.
The cool breeze that flows
through the sultry body,
makes the human possessed.
beautiful shores of intelligent marina,
not for sale and not for bare and bars,
though violent waves hurt her sometimes.
Thousands of hearts united,
on the fine sands of Marina, but
thousands buried underneath, unnoticed.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Marina Tears
marina she sat by the window
salt tasting tears rolling down down down
touching trembling lips
why did you cry marina
why did you cry
marina she had those hands of sorrow
spasm killed self handshake made of dust
squatted in her lap
what did you touch marina
what did you touch
marina she had those ashen hair plaits
leaking down her back like snakes
biting her spine
what did you do marina
what did you
marina she cried
why did i die
why did i die
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Marina Del Rey
We said goodbye
In Marina Del Rey
"I had a good time"
Was the last thing I heard her say
As I walked away
And on this plane back to Tennessee
My mind comes across her memory
And yesterday
In Marina Del Rey
Chorus:
On a hidden beach under a golden sun
She spread a blanket
That we laid down on and loved the world away
In Marina Del Rey
And as we looked into each other's eyes
We found our body's lost in paradise
Like castaways
In Marina Del Rey
Like the ocean tides
High and lows
Love sometimes comes and goes away
In Marina Del Rey
And as this plane is touching down
Tears touch my eyes for I have found
My heart has stayed
In Marina Del Rey
Chorus
song performed by by George Strait
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Marina Del Ray
We said goodbye
In marina del rey
I had a good time
Was the last thing I heard her say
As I walked away
And on this plane back to tennessee
My mind comes across her memory
And yesterday
In marina del rey
Chorus:
On a hidden beach under a golden sun
She spread a blanket
That we laid down on and loved the world away
In marina del rey
And as we looked into each others eyes
We found our bodys lost in paradise
Like castaways
In marina del rey
Like the ocean tides
High and lows
Love sometimes comes and goes away
In marina del rey
And as this plane is touching down
Tears touch my eyes for I have found
My heart has stayed
In marina del rey
Chorus
song performed by by George Strait
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Pleasure Without The Use Of Money
watch the dew
early in the morning
they glitter
look at the
rising of the sun
with so much
gentle light
the trees
are friends with
the sea breeze
the sands spread
peace on the shore
the sea brings
you the songs of
the waves
the clouds drift
so light
without any attachment
for things
the birds have
always the sky
as their playgrounds
look around you
just look around you
joy flows in your heart
and all these
are free
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Unforgettable Marina! !
Marina, my darling, you are a woman,
For you change your clothes often,
White sandy silver color with light green ocean border,
You do wear the saree of Goddess of education,
When the sun raises, the gold flakes sprinkles on the sand,
Gold border taken its shape with light orange strands,
You do wear the saree of Goddess of wealth,
When the sun starts to walk in the morning,
The bright red color spreads with energy and fun,
You wear the saree of Goddess of energy.
When the sun runs to seek his concubine in the moon,
You do wear the saree of grey in the afternoon,
When the people come to the shore,
And make up the design on your clothes,
You do wear the sarees of happy women in the evening,
Various designs, vibrant colors, different patterns,
Refined textures, sometimes soft and stiff,
As a woman before she is married off,
Sometimes, tired and soaked,
As a married woman, who is tired of,
Marina, you have made me to dream,
When I was a sparrow, looking through the leaves,
When I was an eagle, came out on Saturdays,
When I was a fish, swam in your waves,
When I was the dust, that stuck,
Under your visitor's feet.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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A Witness To A Vivacious Dying-Svedok Č İlog Umiranja
'a glaukopis
Of an owl
And an eagle
Flies around the Earth'
Marina Adamovic
Once a dead stone
Speaks up
The living language of birds
And sagacity tumbles
Over a winged glaukopis
The walls of all the knowledge
Will fall down into something
More difficult than death
There will remain a writing
A witness to a vivacious dying
Ispired by the poem 'Except for a vivacious dying' by the poetess Marina Adamovic, quotation taken from the same poem.
‘glaukopis
sove
i
orla
obleć e Zemlju’
Marina Adamović
kad mrtav kamen
progovori
živim jezikom ptica
i mudrost se spotakne
o krilati glaukopis
u nešto teže od smrti srušić e se
zidovi sveg znanja
ostać e tek natpis
svedok č ilog umiranja
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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The Moon
Beautiful Moon, with thy silvery light,
Thou seemest most charming to my sight;
As I gaze upon thee in the sky so high,
A tear of joy does moisten mine eye.
Beautiful Moon, with thy silvery light,
Thou cheerest the Esquimau in the night;
For thou lettest him see to harpoon the fish,
And with them he makes a dainty dish.
Beautiful Moon, with thy silvery light,
Thou cheerest the fox in the night,
And lettest him see to steal the grey goose away
Out of the farm-yard from a stack of hay.
Beautiful Moon, with thy silvery light,
Thou cheerest the farmer in the night,
and makes his heart beat high with delight
As he views his crops by the light in the night.
Beautiful Moon, with thy silvery light,
Thou cheerest the eagle in the night,
And lettest him see to devour his prey
And carry it to his nest away.
Beautiful Moon, with thy silvery light,
Thou cheerest the mariner in the night
As he paces the deck alone,
Thinking of his dear friends at home.
Beautiful Moon, with thy silvery light,
Thou cheerest the weary traveller in the night;
For thou lightest up the wayside around
To him when he is homeward bound.
Beautiful Moon, with thy silvery light,
Thou cheerest the lovers in the night
As they walk through the shady groves alone,
Making love to each other before they go home.
Beautiful Moon, with thy silvery light,
Thou cheerest the poacher in the night;
For thou lettest him see to set his snares
To catch the rabbit and the hares.
poem by William Topaz McGonagall
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Where Is My Jasmine?
O God, tell me where is my Jasmine?
In this Marina beach on that fatal day,
I brought here my love, my soul to feel the breeze
which heals the wounds, the goons made.
We were yet to wed and share the bed.
But I held her firm to my heart with full strength,
when the waves rose, galloped fast and engulfed us.
The violent tsunami wrenched her from me
and pulled back with all its booty.
I was tossed atop a tree
and I grasped it with all my might.
An hour later I felt that my heart was no more.
The furious cobra opened its hood
and bit in a minute to destroy.
A cruel tiger to chase and assault
and draw the killed prey to hide.
A thunderbolt to hit and hunt sans mercy.
I lost you dear and my heart as well
to roam alone on this earth as a mad chap.
To whom I could tell our story
to get relief from the burgeoning misery?
Our marriage will be made in heaven soon.
Till then I be here in the light of the moon.
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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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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Moon Bathers
Falls from her heaven the Moon, and stars sink
burning
Into the sea where blackness rims the sea,
Silently quenched. Faint light that the waves hold
Is only light remaining; yet still gleam
The sands where those now-sleeping young moon-bathers
Came dripping out of the sea and from their arms
Shook flakes of light, dancing on the foamy edge
Of quiet waves. They were all things of light
Tossed from the sea to dance under the Moon —
Her nuns, dancing within her dying round,
Clear limbs and breasts silvered with Moon and waves
And quick with windlike mood and body's joy,
Withdrawn from alien vows, by wave and wind
Lightly absolved and lightly all forgetting.
An hour ago they left. Remains the gleam
Of their late motion on the salt sea-meadow,
As loveliest hues linger when the sun's gone
And float in the heavens and die in reedy pools —
So slowly, who shall say when light is gone?
poem by John Freeman
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Ships Passing In Night Born
ships are sailing upon turn tide flowing river waters
light is dance happy mellow yellows closing long day
soon sunset will add flame reds fingers yellow gold
sun sets sinks into still sea upon horizon home shores
dust light fades shadows creep in stealth murky images
suddenly black dawns night deep darkness speaks in glory
starlight sparkles upon enchanted waters river ebbs flows
passage across bar out into ocean waves rocks emotions
soon short journeys made upon ocean waters salts senses
watch shoreline beach grey sands invisible stretch wet away
waters dark painted ocean oil black sparkles in flow waves
beach sands perfume night with residue heat breeze vapours
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Much Like Me
Much like me, you make your way forward,
Walking with downturned eyes.
Well, I too kept mine lowered.
Passer-by, stop here, please.
Read, when you've picked your nosegay
Of henbane and poppy flowers,
That I was once called Marina,
And discover how old I was.
Don't think that there's any grave here,
Or that I'll come and throw you out ...
I myself was too much given
To laughing when one ought not.
The blood hurtled to my complexion,
My curls wound in flourishes ...
I was, passer-by, I existed!
Passer-by, stop here, please.
And take, pluck a stem of wildness,
The fruit that comes with its fall --
It's true that graveyard strawberries
Are the biggest and sweetest of all.
All I care is that you don't stand there,
Dolefully hanging your head.
Easily about me remember,
Easily about me forget.
How rays of pure light suffuse you!
A golden dust wraps you round ...
And don't let it confuse you,
My voice from under the ground.
poem by Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva
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Marina who knew the wisdom of crying
Last night she shed a tear for me
Lost in her pond Love’s broken bonds
Lost in her sight Love’s misty nights
Lost in her eyes Marina broken I
Stood lost in her tears though I didn’t cry
For I am a lady who’s strong
I place my tears among
Deep skies of an eternal blue
Sorry Marina- I cannot cry for you
Dec 13th 2011.
©Miroslava Odalovic
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Personal Evolution
My shores are all but gone now...
Time has claimed my sands
Tears i have cried o'er Love that has died
My waves ebb and flow now on command;
The moon has all but given up
Taken it's leave from shining o'er Earths floor
Silence and sorrow are my constant companions
Embraced by tattered shores of nevermore;
Life 'tis but a glimpse of Divine Light...
A solumn glimpse of Eternity...
Shores of once sweet abandon-are gone now
Swallowed up, i am now, by the Sea;
poem by Theodora Onken
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Pre-Existence
I laid me down upon the shore
And dreamed a little space;
I heard the great waves break and roar;
The sun was on my face.
My idle hands and fingers brown
Played with the pebbles grey;
The waves came up, the waves went down,
Most thundering and gay.
The pebbles, they were smooth and round
And warm upon my hands,
Like little people I had found
Sitting among the sands.
The grains of sands so shining-small
Soft through my fingers ran;
The sun shone down upon it all,
And so my dream began:
How all of this had been before;
How ages far away
I lay on some forgotten shore
As here I lie to-day.
The waves came shining up the sands,
As here to-day they shine;
And in my pre-pelasgian hands
The sand was warm and fine.
I have forgotten whence I came,
Or what my home might be,
Or by what strange and savage name
I called that thundering sea.
I only know the sun shone down
As still it shines to-day,
And in my fingers long and brown
The little pebbles lay.
poem by Frances Darwin Cornford
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From Four Till Seven
Like in a mirror, there's shade in the heart
I'm bored alone - and with men…
Slowly drags the light of the day
From four till seven!
Everybody is cruel in the dusk,
Don't go to people - they'll lie.
Fingers have wound into a knot
The kerchief. I want to cry.
Only don't torture me so,
If you hurt me I'll forgive!
From four till seven o'clock
I endlessly grieve.
poem by Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva
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Flowers of Flamboyant tree
..red as blood,
but beautiful like love
that has bloomed with courage
and impossible to extinquish.
poem by Marina Pascal
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On Calais Sands
ON Calais Sands the gray began,
Then rosy red above they gray;
The morn with many a scarlet van
Leaped, and the world was glad with May!
The little waves along the bay
Broke white upon the shelving strands;
The sea-mews flitted white as they
On Calais Sands!
On Calais Sands must man with man
Wash honor clean in blood to-day;
On spaces wet from waters wan
How white the flashing rapiers play,—
Parry, riposte! and lunge! The fray
Shifts for a while, then mournful stands
The Victor: life ebbs fast away
On Calais Sands!
On Calais Sands a little space
Of silence, then the plash and spray,
The sound of eager waves that ran
To kiss the perfumed locks astray,
To touch these lips that ne’er said “Nay,”
To dally with the helpless hands,
Till the deep sea in silence lay
On Calais Sands!
Between the lilac and the may
She waits her love from alien lands;
Her love is colder than the clay
On Calais Sands!
poem by Andrew Lang
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You walk, and look like me
You walk, and look like me,
Your eyes directed down.
I also used to lower mine!
Hey you, passer by, stop!
Read-when you've gathered
A bouquet of buttercups and poppies,
That I was called Marina
And how old I was.
Don't think that this is a grave,
That I will appear,scary...
I myself loved too much
To laugh, when I shouldn't have!
And the blood would come to my face
And my hair was curly...
You passer by, I also was!
You passer by, stop!
Break yourself off a wild stem
And after it a berry,-
No wild strawberry is larger or sweeter
Than one from a graveyard.
Only don't stand gloomily,
Dropping your head on your chest,
Think about me easily,
As easily then forget!
How the sun's ray shines upon you!
You're all covered in golden dust...
-Don't let it disturb you,
My voice from underground.
poem by Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva
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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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