Sandy Toes Tickled Warm
Sands of time, sands of home, and sands of love
Sing such lovely songs to my well traveled
Sandy toes tickled warm Caribbean
Home –d and splashed with turquoise’s good sun
Foamy dances and lacey curls make public
Delicate beauty’s shells ~ bits of sea glass
Drifting barnacled treasures from above
Collected places, grains distance-d walked
Haulover, Melbourne, Sebastian, Peconic
Sanded estuaries, oceans and bays
Eternal tiny groundings filtering
Paths of His light, His times, home’s true heart
(Sweeping Memories, Tennessee
October 27,2006)
poem by Debora Short
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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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Self-searching
we always want to spend
Independence Day on the beach
what is it that we want to be reminded of?
the sands? yes what about the sand?
the grains?
when we arrive there
the kids run to meet the sea with laughter
the sea breeze is salty yet cool
the trees are tall and big and shady
the silent sands are peopled now
we will be too busy with fun
feeling saved and going public with
all that happiness gives us
the silent sands look at us with a gaze
it has a record of the past
it has absorbed the memories of the sea
it looks at us with pity
what is it about the sands and their silence?
i think i know it but my friend you must find it yourself.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Shiftng Sands (Love Poem)
Half a million miles a year,
My carry-on is my home.
Living in three shirts, in
Indifferent cold hotels,
In far-away lands is like,
My shifting sands in life,
Until I see you again.
Sometimes I get homesick,
For places I’ve not yet been,
Where I will feel at peace alone,
Everywhere I make my home,
But without you this is like,
My shifting sands of life
Until I see you again.
poem by Ian Beckett
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Dove Grey Sands
Seein' life begin
Hear the oceans sing
It takes you back
Pulls you back
Brings you home
See your face in stone
A hollow moon above an aching sky
Silent night
Brings you home
Left without a place
Lonely inner space
That you can breathe
It's the essence of a love
My love
Lead by devotion
Celebrate (x2)
Celebration
Dove grey sands
Lead by devotion
Celebrate (x2)
Celebrate now
Dove grey sands
Narrow days alone
Pushing for the sun
Don't hide away
Burn to grey
One soul
Facing life alone
Numbers on a phone
To help you back
Send it back
Bring you home
Left without a place
Lonely inner space
That you can breathe
It's the essence of a love
My love
Lead by devotion
Celebrate (x2)
Celebration
Dove grey sands
Lead by devotion
Celebrate (x2)
Celebrate now
Dove grey sands
Feelin' like it's over
It's just the start
I can't hear you again
Dreaming of the ocean
As waves come in
I can't hear it again
Dove grey sands (x3)
song performed by by Feeder
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My Friend You Must....
we always want to spend
Christmas on the beach
what is it that we want to be reminded of?
the sands?
yes what about the sand?
when we arrive there
the kids run to meet the sea with laughter
the sea breeze is salty yet cool
the trees are tall and big and shady
the silent sands are peopled now
we will be too busy with fun
feeling saved and going public with
all that happiness gives us
the silent sands look at us with a gaze
it has a record of the past
it has absorbed the memories of the sea
it looks at us with pity
what is it about the sands?
and their silence?
i think i know it
but my friend you must find it yourself.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sands Sift Between My Toes
If Fairy Dust could be sprinkled
Across the sands of time
It would undo all the harms I've done
To you and
To those and
Still to more of whom I do not know
But the fairies must have gone
Along with their magical dust
Instead of beaching under me
The sands drift over, around, and above
Grains gritting against my desperate pleas
I beg for them to take me
To the past
To the future
Unwilling, they say
It is here
Where I must stay
So here I have been left
To stand in stagnant air
Of guilt, of fear, of shame
Hand smacked each time I dare
To start life again with disengenuous flare
But blame the dust and sands I can't
Nor guilt, nor fear, nor shame
They are simply being true
To their birth, to their task, to their work
Inspired by these forces
I too must be true to
Whomever I am... or am not...
Or wish to...or wish not to be
In short, I must believe I add value
Just by me being me
As I think it, I can say it
As I say it, I can...
Reach out one more time
Eyes squinting recalling past smacks in my mind
This time mayhem does not make its way
No punishments doled
Despite the genuine truth be told
In its place a hearty laugh comes from the unknown,
'Go on about your life creature, for now you know.'
Suddenly, a quick of energy
Burst the black out of my soul
Leaving room for the dust of gods to enter
Waiting in ether for my true self to show
At this blessed moment
The sands of time stood still and fell
Allowing refuge from the pain
A flash of Self-Revelation
Joy be known
'Bless each tiny grain, '
as Sands Sift Between my Toes.
poem by Atty Davis
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An Angels Dream For All To Know
Whispered on the desert night
Drifts the secret of eternal light
Yet frozen in the sands of time
Lies lost this wandering heart of mine.
Free me now of loosing grace
Paint a smile upon my face
Free me of the sands of time
Thaw this frozen heart of mine.
Hold true ideals as virtue loves
Sail below the skies above
For as above so lies below
An angels dream for all to know.
poem by David Lacey
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Welcome Home
In my life
I have seen
Far away places
Wild and serene
But nothing I saw
Prepared me for
The mat on the floor
Saying "welcome home"
Time flies
See the moon rise
As I'm makin' my way
Through another long day
But I'll go
To a place I know
In my heart I know
There's just no place
Like home
Welcome home
Welcome home
To that place
That's safe and warm
Always a shelter
From the storm
I'm going home
Welcome home
Roll out the welcome mat
For me!
I'm goin' home
Sometimes
I remember
All the days I never knew
If I would ever make it through
But just when
I'd give up again
I'd remember when the days
Were stormy
Home was always
Waitin' for me
Sayin'
Welcome home
Welcome home
Where there will always be
A welcoming light on
Just for me
When I go home
Welcome home
No place
That I would rather be
Than goin' home
In my heart I know
That someday when my time
Is drawing near
I'm gonna hear
Welcome home
Welcome home
Where there will always be
Somebody waiting
There for me
When I go home
Home sweet home
Everyone's smilin' just for me
When I go home
In my heart I see
Somebody waiting
There for me
Welcome home
Welcome home
It looks like a
Starlight symphony
I'm goin' home
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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Welcome Home You
Welcome Home You i'm glad to see your alright
Welcome Home You how was the drive and flight
Welcome Home You was it rough over there
Welcome Home You my love had traveled and brought you home
Welcome Home You my knight returning from war
Welcome Home You my heart forever more
Welcome Home You, Don't leave again
Welcome Home You i'm alone until i hear the knock at the door
Goodbye You you won't be home anymore
poem by Ashley Light
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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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WM Saleem Clan....Memories Special
The sun so bright, the feel of golden sands with me.
My ageing eyes, towering buildings sand dunes I see
I view the desert as memories slip into days gone by,
Feelings deeply stirred, of my ‘WM Saleems’ I heavily sigh.
The sandy grains murmur a beauty, all my family holds,
Smell the air of desert breath, precious thoughts unfold.
Runs through gently on the playground of a withering mind
Decades, distance between oceans seems naught, I find
Strength blossoms as beautiful as the radiant flowers
With beauty liberty dignity and grace with dawning hours
Days of childhood, fun laughter treasured, deep seated
Voices sweet masterly the divine words kindly repeated
Memories of parents aunties uncles cousins once more.
Keeps rushing back like the foamy waves to the sea shore,
A family, the purest diamonds that sparkle bright
Moving along life's journey with the wondrous light
Days with starry skies, with smashing sweetest smile
Garlanding with fragrance for a lavish life style.
WM Saleem family of season and reasons of all times
United we stand despite the knolls of the chimes.
poem by Shirani Ibrahim
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Melting Melodious Moment Of The Past
The sun so bright, the feel of golden sands with me.
My ageing eyes, towering buildings sand dunes I see
I view the desert as memories slip into days gone by,
Feelings deeply stirred, of my ‘WM Saleems’ I heavily sigh.
The sandy grains murmur a beauty, all my family holds,
Smell the air of desert breath, precious thoughts unfold.
Runs through gently on the playground of a withering mind
Decades, distance between oceans seems naught, I find
Strength blossoms as beautiful as the radiant flowers
With beauty liberty dignity and grace with dawning hours
Days of childhood, fun laughter treasured, deep seated
Voices sweet masterly the divine words kindly repeated
Memories of parents aunties uncles cousins once more.
Keeps rushing back like the foamy waves to the sea shore,
A family, the purest diamonds that sparkle bright
Moving along life's journey with the wondrous light
Days with starry skies, with smashing sweetest smile
Garlanding with fragrance for a lavish life style.
WM Saleem family of season and reasons of all times
United we stand despite the knolls of the chimes.
poem by Shirani Ibrahim
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Love Duet story poem for M Lady Helen
Above the sighing of the sea
a silver voice ensorcelled me.
She sang of other days and times
of coral sands and warmer climes.
The sweetness of the melody
combined with tales of tragedy.
Held me entranced I could not go.
It was imperative I know
who sang alone upon the shore
where I had often strolled before.
Tonight beneath the silver moon.
I felt my inner self attune.
I raised my voice a baritone
So she would know she’s not alone.
Our voices joined harmoniously.
I think she’s been aware of me.
before I sang a single note.
She sat upon an upturned boat.
Moonlight outlined her silhouette.
We sang together a duet.
I walked across the drying sand
to where she sat and took her hand.
I could not speak no more could she
but we established empathy.
We sat in silence side by side
and watched the slowly ebbing tide.
WE seemed to have no need for words
but thoughts between us flew like birds.
She was an exile just like me
her homeland far across the sea.
She had been born in Port of Spain
and longed to see her home again.
She could remember vividly
the beauty of the scenery
. I told her I remembered too.
The white sands and the sea of blue.
Two strangers met beside the sea.
We felt that it was meant to be,
no longer strangers but firm friends
As if the fates would make amends.
Our friendship deepened day by day.
Dan Cupid always gets his way.
I asked if she would marry me
she was quite happy to agree.
The dream we shared was to go home
where would find a warm welcome.
We both worked hard and put away
what cash we could against the day
We’d bid farewell to these cold shores
and make our way back home of course
. And that is how we came to be
the owners of a hostelry.
In San Fernando Trinidad.
Where bright sunshine makes our hearts glad.
A place where foreign tourists stay
on their sun seekers holiday.
WE have a daughter and a son
and soon there’ll be another one.
I bless the night I heard her sing.
Which was the start of everything.
We both still sing to entertain
our paying guests and we explain
How strangers met by accident
or perhaps divine intent.
Each time we sin a love duet
about that night when first we met.
Our voices blend I harmony
our love is clear for all to see.
Although we have fond memories
of that cold country overseas.
We know where we would rather be.
Right here in our own home country.
21-Apr-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Memphis, Tennessee
Elvis presley
Long distance information, give me memphis, tennessee.
Help me find the party that tried to get in touch with me.
They would not leave a number, but I know the place to call,
Cause my uncle took a message, and he wrote it on the wall.
Long distance information, get in touch with my marie.
Shes the only one whod phone me here from memphis, tennessee.
Her home is on the south side, high up on a ridge,
Just a half a mile from the mississippi bridge.
Long distance information, more than that I cannot add.
Only that I miss her and all the fun we had.
But we were torn apart because her mom did not agree,
And tore apart our happy home in memphis, tennessee.
Now, last time I saw marie, she was waving me goodbye,
With hurry home drops on her cheeks that trickled from her eyes.
Marie is only 6 years old. information, please,
Try to put me through to her in memphis, tennessee.
Yes, oh, yes, long distance, Ill accept the charge. Ill pay.
But which loved one is calling me? I did not hear you say.
Both are deep within my heart, her mom and my marie.
Its so good to hear your voice from memphis, tennessee.
Oh, you mean so much to me, more than youll ever know.
Surely you have not forgot how much I love you so.
If you would remember, dear, and sometimes talk to me.
Maybe that would reunite our home in tennessee.
Last time I saw you, just before I had to leave.
You didnt want to see me off, and promised not to grieve.
My heart was torn apart, as I looked back at marie.
And there the pieces still remain with you in tennessee.
I guess I should stop talking, after all, you placed the call.
But any way that I can help. you know Ill help you all.
Then her mother told me to come back and see marie,
And live together in our home in memphis, tennessee.
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Frankie's Trade
Old Horn to All Atlantic said:
(A-hay O! To me O!)
"Now where did Frankie learn his trade?
For he ran me down with a three-reef mains'I."
(All round the Horn!)
Atlantic answered:--"Not from me!
You'd better ask the cold North Sea,
For he ran me down under all plain canvas."
(All round the Horn!)
The North Sea answered: -- "He's my man,
For he came to me when he began--
Frankie Drake in an open coaster.
(All round the Sands!)
"I caught him young and I used him sore,
So you never shall startle Frankie more,
Without capsizing Earth and her waters.
(All round the Sands!)
"I did not favour him at all.
I made him pull and I made him haul--
And stand his trick with the common sailors.
(All round the Sands!)
"I froze him stiff and I fogged him blind,
And kicked him home with his road to find
By what he could see in a three-day snowy-storm.
(All round the Sands!)
"I learned him his trade o' winter nights,
'Twixt Mardyk Fort and Dunkirk lights,
On a five-knot tide with the forts a-firing.
(All round the Sands!)
"Before his beard began to shoot,
I showed him the length of the Spaniard's foot--
And I reckon he clapped the boot on it later.
(All round the Sands!)
"If there's a risk which you can make,
That's worse than he was used to take
Nigh every week in the way of his business;
(All round the Sands!)
"If there's a trick that you can try,
Which he hasn't met in time gone by,
Not once or twice, but ten times over;
(All round the Sands!)
"If you can teach him aught that's new,
(A-hay O! To me O!)
I'll give you Bruges and Niewport too,
And the ten tall churches that stand between
Storm along, my gallant Captains!
(All round the Horn!)
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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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 The Biography Of An Unknown Woman: Xxxi
i spotted her pondering by the shore
challenging the afternoon tropical sun
as if on an impulse
she walked in giant strides
with a sudden bout of energy
in spite of the humid heat
from a distance i could see
that she's fighting against
the tide of her thoughts
trying to pull her into the sea
she clutched at the sands
with her toes to no avail
the currents simply pulled
the sands from under her fragile feet
'i may not be a victor
but i won't give up either...'
spoke her face
as i saw her walking
back to the shore
from where her son was seen
waving to her...
08jun2010
04.00hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Summerday Sands
I once met a girl with the life in her hands
And we lay together on the summerday sands.
I gave her my raincoat and told her, ''lady, be good!
And we made truth together, where no one else would.
I smiled through her fingers and ran the dust through her hands ---
The hour-glass of reason on the summerday sands.
We sat as the sea caught fire.
Waited as the flames grew higher
In her eyes.
We watched the eagle born ---
Wings clipped, tail feathers shorn
But we saw him rise ---
Over summerday sands.
Came the ten oclock curfew.
She said, ''i must start my car.
Im staying with someone I met last night in a bar.
I called from my wave top ---
''at least tell me your name!
She smiled from her wheelspin
And said, ''its all the same.
I thought for a minute, jumped back on dry land ---
Left one set of footprints on the summerday sands.
I once met a girl with the life in her hands
And we lied together on the summerday sands.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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Dancer
Dancer of the mild air,
Is he learning a new song?
Or is wisdom the very utterance
Bellowing from his lips,
The mighty sands of the sparkling desert
Are characteristic of pain and all rigidity,
The mighty sands of sorrow fade away
From being dunes to small places.
Like a sandy region the dance is staged,
Having a turn of festivities.
poem by Naveed Akram
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A beautiful home
It is my beautiful home
All friends visit and we welcome
We have lived here from the beginning
We have some sense of belonging
All the homes may have same set up
Some sort of attachment is built up
It is not confined to four walls alone
To own a home means half battle is won
You may have all sweet memories
It is possible that you have lived with miseries
You have little some satisfaction or solace
It may be tiny but still not less than a palace
It is lovely and beautiful home
You may have lovely feeling from
Windows and surroundings always offer
You feel some sort of satisfaction and never suffer
It is up to us how we make it or spoil
Maintain calm and cool and never to boil
Peace and happiness must always precede all
We should love to strive and make good call
Hell and heaven all can be made here
You don’t have to search it anywhere
It starts from your lovely heart
Home provides you good impetus to look smart
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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