Standing on The Beach
Standing On The Beach
We are standing on the beach
Watching the sunset slowly go down
With this slow blowing breeze
and waves rolling across our feet
With you standing so ever close
You in front and me just behind
With our hands so ever inter twined
With your hair blowing in my face
It smelling so ever saccharine
I loosen one hand reach up
And pull your hair aside
Then I lean my head so ever slightly
Towards your sweet smell neck
Then I begin to lightly kiss it
from top to bottom
I can notice the chill bumps
Across your exposed skin
You moan so ever slightly
As to give your approval
You softly curse my head
As to want me to continue
This so ever lightly kissing of the neck
poem by Scott Austin
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Loving You Forever
The sun is slowly setting.
The sunset is magnificent with the different shades of pink and red spread across the sky.
I touch your cheek and notice just how pale it really is.
The sun is slowly setting.
My smile falters as you hush my voice and murmur time is short.
My mind is telling me to leave, but my heart is pleading me to stay.
The sun is slowly setting.
You grab my hand and draw me close to you.
I look into your eyes, and search for something evil, but all I see is love.
The sun is slowly setting.
I lean my head against your chest and take in all your love.
You wrap your arms around me and tell me not to be afraid.
The sun is slowly setting.
Shadows are falling all around us, enclosing us in darkness.
An eerie breeze causes a chill to scurry up my spine.
The sun is slowly setting.
The time has come; you tilt my face up towards yours and tell me that you love me.
My heart is beating fast now as I say it in return.
The sun is slowly setting.
Your eyes are open and I see that they are masked with fear, and yet, love still shines through.
You smile and a flow of dawning realization rushes throughout my system.
The sun is slowly setting.
I try to scream, but my speech has been impaired.
I try to run, but my feet remain in place.
The sun is slowly setting.
You tell me not to worry, and that everything’s all right.
You take my hand in yours and move it to your heart.
The sun is slowly setting.
I feel myself relax as I tilt my head, allowing my neck to be vulnerable.
I feel a prick of pain against my neck, and then a rush of warmth and love overcomes me.
The sun is slowly setting.
The coldness is no longer my concern, for I feel no breeze against my pale skin.
Never will anything be my concern, for now we are together, for all eternity.
The sun is slowly setting.
At last the sun has subsided into the earth.
Above us, the sky is black, and at peace.
Loving You Forever
The sun is slowly setting.
The sunset is magnificent with the different shades of pink and red spread across the sky.
I touch your cheek and notice just how pale it really is.
The sun is slowly setting.
My smile falters as you hush my voice and murmur time is short.
My mind is telling me to leave, but my heart is pleading me to stay.
The sun is slowly setting.
You grab my hand and draw me close to you.
I look into your eyes, and search for something evil, but all I see is love.
The sun is slowly setting.
I lean my head against your chest and take in all your love.
You wrap your arms around me and tell me not to be afraid.
The sun is slowly setting.
Shadows are falling all around us, enclosing us in darkness.
An eerie breeze causes a chill to scurry up my spine.
The sun is slowly setting.
The time has come; you tilt my face up towards yours and tell me that you love me.
My heart is beating fast now as I say it in return.
The sun is slowly setting.
Your eyes are open and I see that they are masked with fear, and yet, love still shines through.
You smile and a flow of dawning realization rushes throughout my system.
The sun is slowly setting.
I try to scream, but my speech has been impaired.
I try to run, but my feet remain in place.
The sun is slowly setting.
You tell me not to worry, and that everything’s all right.
You take my hand in yours and move it to your heart.
The sun is slowly setting.
I feel myself relax as I tilt my head, allowing my neck to be vulnerable.
I feel a prick of pain against my neck, and then a rush of warmth and love overcomes me.
The sun is slowly setting.
The coldness is no longer my concern, for I feel no breeze against my pale skin.
Never will anything be my concern, for now we are together, for all eternity.
The sun is slowly setting.
At last the sun has subsided into the earth.
Above us, the sky is black, and at peace
poem by Chidiebere Franklin
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On the beach
You wanted to go to the beach
at the Strand
and walk the dog,
which didn’t accompany us then
and feel the surf rolling in
touching your feet
with a wet kiss,
the wind blowing through your hair,
tugging at the auburn strings
and there was something in your eyes
as if you had captured the sky.
Some kites hang in a light breeze
frisking up and down
and the water was cold like always
with the beach stretching brown white,
almost endlessly.
You wanted to soak up the sun
like a goddess waiting
for her greatest admirer to appear
and we drank pineapple Fanta
while a superb smile
was on your face
and your perfect body
was smelling like coconuts
from the tanning lotion,
you became browner,
I turned red like an English European
and then burnt blisters on my shoulders
and yet, it was magic there
with people laughing, walking,
swimming everywhere
and still you and I
were on our own
with electricity running through
each touch and kiss
that I now truly miss.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Just For A Moment
I want to come home and find you sleeping
Slipping under the cover
Feeling the cool cotton sheets on my skin
I hear your breathing
Then you notice my presence
Just for a moment
Molding my body to your back
Carefully not to disturb you
Skin on skin - your skin on my skin
Your warmth is invading my senses
My hand trailing lightly along your arm
Just for a moment
Setting my heart by your heartbeat
You are the one I come home to
My fingers slightly brushing the hair on your thigh
Resting on your hip
I kiss your shoulder Good Night
Just for a moment
Turning around
I feel your movement
Now you - molding your body against mine
Skin on skin
Your hand trailing lightly along my arm
Just for a moment
Intoxicated by your touch I feel you
We awake together
Letting go of our weariness
Collide, struggle, unfold, explode, release
Breathe, laugh, wind down
Until we fall to sleep - holding each other
Just for a moment
© 2011
poem by Kristina Louisa Carr
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Tapioca Tundra
By michael nesmith
Reasoned verse, some prose or rhyme
Lose themselves in other times
And waiting hopes cast cast silent spells
That speak in clouded clues.
It cannot be a part of me,
For now its part of you.
Careful plays on fields
That seems to vanish when theyre in between
And softly as I walk away
In freshly tattered shoe.
It cannot be a part of me
For now its part of you.
Sunshine, ragtime
Blowing in the breeze.
Midnight, looks right
Standing more at ease.
Silhouettes and figures stay
Close to what he had to say
And one more time the faded dream
Is saddened by the news.
It cannot be a part of me
For now its part of you.
Well, sunshine, ragtime
Blowing in the breeze.
Midnight, looks right
Standing more at ease.
[instrumental]
Sunshine, ragtime
Blowing in the breeze.
Midnight, looks right
Standing more at ease.
Silhouettes and figures stay
Close to what he had to say
And one more time the faded dream
Is saddened by the news.
It cannot be a part of me
For now its part of you.
song performed by by Monkees
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The Man Standing...
the man standing
in the shadows,
held the earth
in his hands...
until time and storm
finally had their way.
the man standing
in the shadows,
plowed and planted,
season after season,
till winter grey
closed the last door.
the man standing
in the shadows,
built a house
and a bridge...
and swept room and porch
till it was finished.
the man standing
in the shadows,
picked up nests of straw,
and opened tiny cages,
blowing light from cupped hands
till the darkness swallowed.
the man standing
in he shadows,
played a wooden flute,
caught stardust in each note...
till the great stillness came,
and the wind stopped blowing...
the man standing
in the shadows,
still smells like you!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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We – Not We
My joy and your joy don’t go together,
My thoughts and your thoughts touch slightly.
My hand, your hand – they will meet never,
My dreams want to kiss your dreams lightly.
Your words bloom in my heart like flowers,
I’d like to pick them and not to suffer any longer.
There is my heart and yours in the scattered showers,
My love and my hope - I have to smother them.
My island is so lonely; my flag waves on the pole.
You should have it at heart and come to comfort.
But I had a look around and didn’t see a soul.
Your ship can’t still find the inaccessible port.
My joy and your joy don’t go together,
My thoughts and your thoughts touch slightly.
My hand, your hand – they will meet never,
My dreams want to kiss your dreams lightly.
poem by Jolanta Gradowicz
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Beach Comber
In the old days I turned your windmills to make your flour,
now I turn them and give you some of my power.
Sweeping across the sand, soil and stone,
anger me and I may shake your home,
in hurricanes and tornados I show my might,
as lightning brightens up the night,
I kiss the clouds and they cry their tears.
Through the dales I call my name but no one hears,
down your chimney I whistle my tune,
blowing your papers around the room,
sometimes I am cold, creating a drafty chill,
by creeping under your door or cracks in the windowsill.
In the sky I do walk, whisper and whirl,
even if my path does twist, turn and twirl.
I am stirring the air, blowing free,
so why do you always see me as an enemy,
I know I can howl like a freak,
but I can also softly brush your cheek,
I may seem so alive and I can almost die,
yet I always push the clouds through the sky.
I follow you on holiday, giving you salty sea air to taste,
and whip your hair wildly across your face,
the mighty oceans, rock and roll, I do teach,
so their waves slowly lap and comb the beach.
poem by Dale Mullock
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Girls On The Beach
Ah ah ah ah oo ooo ooo oo ahh
The girls on the beach
On the beach youll find them there
In the sun and salty air
The girls on the beach
Are all within reach
If you know what to do
How we love to lie around
Girls with tans of golden brown
The girls on the beach
Are all within reach
And one waits there for you
(girls on the beach)
The sun in her hair
The warmth of the air
On a summer day
As the sun dips out of sight
Couples on the beach at night
The girls on the beach
Are all within reach
And with the boys tonight
(girls on the beach)
Girls on the beach, girls on the beach
Girls on the beach, girls on the beach
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Sonnet: Three-in-one sea-watching
His elder sister, himself and pet-dog
–upon the beach, the three of them standing
Are silently immersed in sea-watching
–a spectacle so awesome despite fog!
The horizon is visible yonder;
The vast expanse of sea is mind-blowing!
Some men in boats are found to be rowing;
Some giant waves rise with noise like thunder!
The sea-water is seen with silver sheen;
The froth moves to and fro, kissing the sand;
The mammoth, majestic sea dwarfs the land;
And, no one knows, how long here, they have been!
Time flies and yet stands still, seeing the sea;
The triune stand engrossed in harmony!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 08-08-08
poem by John Celes
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The Fortune Seeker
HOLLYHOCKS slant in the wind,
Gallantly blowing,
Crinkled and purfled and lined,
Thank God for their growing.
Their burden is only of bees,
Banded and brown,
But she, O, she's
The worth of my world on her head for a crown.
How can she step it so freely, so lightly,
Her head like a star on a stem showing whitely,
Mow can she carry her
Wealth with that innocent air?
I'm going to marry her, marry her, marry her,
Just for the wealth of her hair.
Larkspurs as deep as a pool,
Lilies like ladies,
Silvered and silked where the cool
Elder tree shade is,
These are the queens of the sun,
Splendid and sweet,
But she, my one
Flower's without price from her head to her feet.
How can she go by the lanes and the ditches,
Her little proud head unbowed by its riches?
How can she carry her
Fortune so light in the air?
I'm going to marry her, marry her, marry her,
Just for the gold of her hair.
poem by Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
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While Hair Brushing
Juliette drags the brush
through her hair you have
to brush it at least one
hundred times her mother
had said years ago and say
a prayer each time you get
it through and maybe God
will bless you and as she sits
and brushes her hair she
remembers her mother standing
over her when she was a child
and the hair was as long then
as it is now and oh God she
says how I hated it the knots
and tangles and the number of
times I used to cry each time
she pauses in front of the mirror
the brush held mid air sometimes
when she brushes her hair and
stares in the mirror she sees him
there looking at her as he did back
then watching her every move
his dark eyes greedily drinking
her in and once he placed his
hands around her waist and kissed
her neck how she cringed his spittle
still there her uncle his breath his
hands touching always when she
was alone and once when undressing
he came in and stared and said he
thought she was becoming a beautiful
young girl now she brushes her hair
again the brush stiff and heavy gripped
in her hand and as she stares into the
mirror heavy with times and care she
thinks she sees him still staring still there.
poem by Terry Collett
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Aditi in a Dream at Wollongong (A Poem for My Daughter)
That evening jogging on the beach with my friends
miles and miles away from home i was alone
the sea was rolling and unrolling its carpet of blue and grey
with what was a milk-border of foam
rolling and unrolling it endlessly or so it seemed
a score of seagulls on the shore flapped their wings
starchwhite some picking morsels from the sand
jogging on the beach that evening miles and miles
away from home i ran into a dream
a little challenged girl in knickers and sportshirt
was carried by the waves to the shore
and as she stepped on the beach i held her hand
she walked with me her puny feet at every step
battling with the sand her head swayed sideward
with the breeze.
she clapped her hands now and then and broke
into an incoherent song seemingly happy walking the beach
i was happy too holding her hand that evening
jogging on the beach till the shout of friends behind
woke me up
alone in my room that night i felt disturbed
sleep was long in coming... waking up at morn
i learnt my TV had been on whole night!
poem by Sunil Uniyal
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Ghost Of Our Love
Watching the waves rolling to the shore,
as I sit throwing pebbles into the water.
The smoke from my cigarette
drifts over my head,
caught in the evening breeze.
Pictures of you move across my mind,
and I sit wondering
how many waves you will see
before you reach that distant shore,
where your new life will begin.
Tears leak from my eyes,
as I remember
why you were sailing away.
There was nothing I could say
to make you stay.
The storms were too long,
too dark in intensity,
and too many.
Now you are going half a world away.
I wish you luck my love.
Standing I look out, at the restless sea.
For a few moments,
an almost eternity.
I stand there seeing nothing,
but curling while rolling waves.
’Good luck and goodbye.’
I whispered in the breeze
before turning away,
heading back to n empty home
that is waiting for me.
The ghost of our love,
my only company.
As I reach the path,
there is a light on within.
My key slips into the lock,
it turns and the door opens.
Your silhouette stands there
with arms outstretched.
Is this just a ghost of out love?
Our fingertips touch
and my heart begins to beat once more.
poem by David Harris
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Musing
Its December. Another year is just about over.
Standing in front of a mirror in a bathroom
Is a man. He gazes into the face looking back at him,
Combs his white hair with his fingers and then begins to muse:
My hair it seems is always whiter during
The winter months. It really isn’t
But seeing hair already gray, aging
Becomes a prime concern. My life, a glint
In darkness; insignificant footprints in time
Is always struggling forward, nearing some
Unreachable ideal, lacking rhyme
Or reason. Now I ponder life's outcome
This cold December, standing here alone
In front of glass. The image looking back
Is old! My God! Is youth that fleeting? Prone
Toward dependency, asthma attacks
And wooden canes? He winks and shakes his head
And smiles, then says, ” I’d sooner be old than dead.”
poem by Albert Ahearn
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Hoping Youre Making It Too - So Low B-side
Dont let my feet get off the ground
Today Im glad to be standing here
But all the time I spent tunnelling down
To some place where Im not so clear
Ive been holding out for this time
Standing straight in my own line
Was hoping youre making it too
All the hours we were learning to fly
Were chasing night-lights round the room
I can never repay when I learnt from you
I know youre seeing it your own way too
Your head just went for another walk
But its coming home and it hangs in the hall
Your head in your hand as youre suffering
But you I know what state youre in
Fall on my knees and my hair rolls around
But even on my knees I know I can stand
If its coming home its coming for you
I can see me standing with dunston and you
Ive been holding out for my neighbour
Standing straight for my brother
Was hoping youre making it too
song performed by by Ocean Colour Scene
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Vespers
I'd like to think about her
And the way she used to love me
But I just can't live without her
'Cause her arms are not around me
And the season's getting later
And my body's getting colder
And the vespers ring and I'm all alone
Without my love beside me
She'd call me in the evenin'
And ask me to come over
She'd be standing by the window
With her hair down around her shoulder
We'd talk a while and then she'd smile
Then she'd lock the door
And she would sit beside me
And we would talk no more
The bells would ring at six o'clock
And she'd be in my arms
Her head upon my shoulder, gently resting
And then she'd wake and look at me
Not knowing I'd been watching
Kiss me softly, then drift off to sleep
She'd call me in the evenin'
And ask me to come over
She'd be standing by the window
With her hair down around her shoulder
We'd talk a while and then she'd smile
Then she'd lock the door
And she would sit beside me
And we would talk no more
song performed by by Jim Croce
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Polka Dot Bikini
Yonks ago,
On a beach in the land of sugar cane,
A girl
Wore a purple
Polka dot bikini
And eyed the sea
Like a matador might eye a bull.
Yonks ago,
On a beach in the land of sangomas,
A girl
Ran to the ocean's edge,
Long hair burning,
Blowing windward and wayward
In the pure blue sunshine.
Yonks ago,
On a beach in the land of ijuba beer,
A girl
Dived under,
The boys dived deeper,
Under the biggest waves
Never taking their eyes off her.
Yonks ago,
On a beach in Zululand,
A girl in a polka dot bikini
Walked by,
Wringing water from red hair,
The air around her aflame
With something I wanted.
poem by Consuelo Roland
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I Can't Tell Bottom From The Top
And ev'rytime I get to thinking with ev'ry thought of you
I want to shout aloud
and then I think about the love
I had inside me and how you brought what's inside out.
So now love's made it to the outside
I want to tell the world of ev'rything I've found
somehow your love released a spring wound up inside me
you turned my living upside down;
And I can't tell the bottom from the top,
Am I standing on my head or on my heels ?
Is it cloudy, is it bright ?
Is it day or is it night ?
Am I wrong or am I right and is it real ?
Tell me where you learned the magic
the spell you used the day you made me fall
baby now I know that love is no illusion
I'm upside down
but ten feet tall.
And I can't tell the bottom from the top
Am I standing on my head or on my heels ?
Is it cloudy, is it bright ?
Is it day or is it night ?
Am I wrong or am I right and is it real ?
On and on I drifted with the tide
I didn't know that love could move me so
you filled my life with love and much more besides
and you showed me which way to go;
And I can't tell the bottom from the top
Am I standing on my head or on my heels ?
Is it cloudy, is it bright ?
Is it day or is it night ?
Am I wrong or am I right and is it real ?
And I can't tell the bottom from the top
Am I standing on my head or on my heels ?
Is it cloudy, is it bright ?
Is it day or is it night ?
Am I wrong or am I right and is it real ?
song performed by by Hollies
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Beach Chairs
Sitting on the beach chairs
watching the setting sun
holding hands and reminiscing
how it all begun
Sitting on the beach chairs
watching the ships out on the sea
holding hands and smiling
together we're meant to be
Sitting on the beach chairs
watching people walking past
holding hands and knowing
that our love will always last
Sitting on the beach chairs
watching the waves along the shore
holding hands we realize
our love is stronger than before
Sitting on the beach chairs
watching the changing tide
holding hands with happiness
to be by each others side
Sitting on the beach chairs
watching the sunrise
holding hands with tears of joy
there are no more good-byes
poem by Joyce Ebrecht
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