Poetry competition CLOSED 7th May 2013 7:24pm
WINNER
mjs211 (MikeTheEngineer)
mjs211 (MikeTheEngineer)
RUNNER-UP:
kriticool
Shore therapy
Summer in my Island Paradise
White sandy beaches along shorelines
greet the weary travellers
upon their arrival,
relaxing moments
follow...
Swimming and other water activities
will keep you pre-occupied,
diving beyond depths
gives you
thrills.
Summer
gives energy
to dormant souls
long crippled and wasted,
while the whole world watches.
Relaxation,
complete tranquility,
abundant fresh seafood,
and treatment like royalty...
once in a lifetime experience!
Anonymous
CHRISTMAS IN NORTH MIAMI
To this day I remember
We walked hand in hand for hours
On the beach barefoot, avoiding the blue jellyfish
All over North Miami's Hollywood area
Walking in sandals that flapped on the concrete
Gazing at mansions and imagining we lived there
Making plans, gazing at stars
To this day I remember
The smell of the ocean in the motel room
The sun so bright that it chased away the gloomies
Left over from the northern winter
The constant breeze that brought fresh air
From the pounding surf and the Atlantic
To this day I remember
Being young and healthy
Having too much energy
Believing in a wealthy future
Full of children and their laughter
To this day I remember.....
[right]
http://dpshots.com/images/beach_photography/pristine_beach_maldives.jpg[/right] I’m ready to get to the clean; take a stroll on that pristine
I wanna runaway; getaway leaving all the rubbish
leaving it behind; I wanna find the sublime
making sure I’m headed for a place.. one that’s ready for me
one ready for my invasion my incursion, meeting no aversion
ready for me to hang around for the safe & sound
I'm ready to head out with my peanut shells…my
calorie counting crabapple drinks...my
soiled personality traits…wherein all of these are acceptable
I wanna place respectable
one accepting only the shortest hunt for the delectable
I wanna go there now; I’m impatient and
I need a place with patience
a place where I can catch my breath…corral it…wow it…
as it.. simultaneously ...as it takes my breath away, then
applying that brake that’s a breakaway
all at the same time.
You don't let me forget that perfect day we never had
where I slept on your chest in morning sun on deck
while you read me Hardy till
I couldn't stand the flip-flop word-play dreaming any more;
then you read me Buk
and we flew with a dolphin pod in the breezy afternoon
because I'd never seen them so close to my feet, and
you laughed mad
for flying my new dress
right into the spray of waves;
I called you the names
of every bad comedy act I knew, that day.
We sat tandem to watch the sunset surf run up the tide
edging close enough to smooch our toes
while seals sang their hacks and coughs far enough away
to not disturb your chin-shadow kisses on my neck;
but I woke to the sounds
of rush hour traffic outside my window
and not your voice, again.
where I slept on your chest in morning sun on deck
while you read me Hardy till
I couldn't stand the flip-flop word-play dreaming any more;
then you read me Buk
and we flew with a dolphin pod in the breezy afternoon
because I'd never seen them so close to my feet, and
you laughed mad
for flying my new dress
right into the spray of waves;
I called you the names
of every bad comedy act I knew, that day.
We sat tandem to watch the sunset surf run up the tide
edging close enough to smooch our toes
while seals sang their hacks and coughs far enough away
to not disturb your chin-shadow kisses on my neck;
but I woke to the sounds
of rush hour traffic outside my window
and not your voice, again.
and this one's an oldie, not about the beach as such... but... it's ocean stuff [:
Open
She doesn't whisper life to me
she roars her stories loud and free
of drunken men and wrecks and fish
secret love and death and with
my eyes set skyward, arms outstretched
she kisses me in the breeze
Shouting songs of fight and right
constellations, ancients, myth and sight
reminding me by all relayed
through curl and colour of sunlit waves
her brutal honesty takes the brave -
may colours drench the days we sieze
Open
She doesn't whisper life to me
she roars her stories loud and free
of drunken men and wrecks and fish
secret love and death and with
my eyes set skyward, arms outstretched
she kisses me in the breeze
Shouting songs of fight and right
constellations, ancients, myth and sight
reminding me by all relayed
through curl and colour of sunlit waves
her brutal honesty takes the brave -
may colours drench the days we sieze
http://www.howtogeek.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/seashellswallpapercollection05.jpg
Last chance... few more hours.
Last chance... few more hours.
Anonymous
Out of sight-Still on mind...
Cold, clear water
to my waist with every wave
Soles squashing congealed sand
Hair blowing in a salted spray
Low yellow sun
takes it's spot on baby blue
My eyes squint, head tilts
and in the wind
I still hear you
A double masted classic
on the horizon, vanishing slowly
A crane lands then takes a dive
in some tides I feel you hold me
A jet ski appears
poorly idled, too loud
A twin engine plane ascends
caressing the clouds
Heat and light kiss the water
dipping out from the skies
and something in the look of it
makes me think of your eyes
I head back to land
towards sand dunes and umbrellas
The shoreline glimmers
I'm feeling better
Maybe this can be therapy
tomorrow too
I need to do more in life
than just think of you
Cold, clear water
to my waist with every wave
Soles squashing congealed sand
Hair blowing in a salted spray
Low yellow sun
takes it's spot on baby blue
My eyes squint, head tilts
and in the wind
I still hear you
A double masted classic
on the horizon, vanishing slowly
A crane lands then takes a dive
in some tides I feel you hold me
A jet ski appears
poorly idled, too loud
A twin engine plane ascends
caressing the clouds
Heat and light kiss the water
dipping out from the skies
and something in the look of it
makes me think of your eyes
I head back to land
towards sand dunes and umbrellas
The shoreline glimmers
I'm feeling better
Maybe this can be therapy
tomorrow too
I need to do more in life
than just think of you
Anonymous
"Feeling the Need to Get Stuck"
http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jMZmfup7Q8g/Th7pUB6odZI/AAAAAAAAAUc/50wl0eU-3V4/s1600/Sand-Between-Toes.jpg
White crystal-sands
lie just
around the corner
from my humble abode,
feel I'm getting old.
It's been years
since
I've run my toes
through them,
millions of
cut-crystals
silently begging
to
stick
to
my feet.
I need
to go
get stuck
before
it's too late.
http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jMZmfup7Q8g/Th7pUB6odZI/AAAAAAAAAUc/50wl0eU-3V4/s1600/Sand-Between-Toes.jpg
White crystal-sands
lie just
around the corner
from my humble abode,
feel I'm getting old.
It's been years
since
I've run my toes
through them,
millions of
cut-crystals
silently begging
to
stick
to
my feet.
I need
to go
get stuck
before
it's too late.
The Long Hot Summer
Another sweltering
forty two degree day,
the tar on the road
boils under extreme conditions
Old king brown
guards the rocky path
with one swift strike
the king's venom
could end this child's life
Not today,
the king sleeps
soaking ultraviolet radiance
The sand welcomes me
out of the snake kingdom
I glance at the ocean
momentarily transfixed
On the dance and shimmer
the suns lick is strong today
"Splash" announces my entrance
to the under water realm
with spear ready
I prowl the water
Like merfolk stalking prey,
hours pass me by
it's time to present my bounty
the evening feast awaits
I wonder what delights
the rest of the tribe
will present, a European
feast never a small affair
A midnight swim lovely
warm water draws
me deeper perhaps
the family of dolphins
Playfully swimming out of reach
teasing me with graceful beauty
I bask in the light of full moon
radiantly illuminating the shore
I wish those
moon beams
could transform me
Another sweltering
forty two degree day,
the tar on the road
boils under extreme conditions
Old king brown
guards the rocky path
with one swift strike
the king's venom
could end this child's life
Not today,
the king sleeps
soaking ultraviolet radiance
The sand welcomes me
out of the snake kingdom
I glance at the ocean
momentarily transfixed
On the dance and shimmer
the suns lick is strong today
"Splash" announces my entrance
to the under water realm
with spear ready
I prowl the water
Like merfolk stalking prey,
hours pass me by
it's time to present my bounty
the evening feast awaits
I wonder what delights
the rest of the tribe
will present, a European
feast never a small affair
A midnight swim lovely
warm water draws
me deeper perhaps
the family of dolphins
Playfully swimming out of reach
teasing me with graceful beauty
I bask in the light of full moon
radiantly illuminating the shore
I wish those
moon beams
could transform me
