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2012 Poetry Theme Challenges#01 Islands In The Sun |
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Blessings and love for 2012! It's January 6, the last day of Christmas and all. The trees come down and look lost on the compost heap, glass baubles are wrapped in tissue and packed away for another year - such pretty things that spend most of their existence in murky old attics - sad isn't it? The winter festivities are over and I don't know about you but this is when I really begin to feel the chill of winter. The old fire is burning in the grate but it doesn't seem as warming anymore. This when many people start dreaming and planning of their summer getaway. Maybe like me you hanker for a remote desert island, sat writing on the beach, or maybe a walking holiday in the hills. Therefore, to make ourselves feel a little warmer the theme challenge is that dream holiday. The ideal place, doing just what you want to do!
Jemmy XXXX |
Islands In The Sun
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Divena CollinsWhen sweet choral voices drift into song Softly as the breeze of an angels breath o`er riplets of an oceans calming quest To dancing waves on a crystal blue sea Upon a gentler rhythm of the tidal flow Bright the sunset that paints the sky red Where the skyline meets the sleeply ocean Tranquil the song of the incoming wavelets That ebbs and flows upon foam of the surf To settle upon drifting seaweed and sand Gone the cescendo`s of a restless ocean Of turbulant waters and gale force winds That settles down with the calm of the tide Upon sunset Island that awakens to dawn.  ----- Touch of Warmth When lovers lay neath a desert sun As one when they cherish true love Spirits above this web they have spun Whats begun they shall ever be part of. A Prince of the golden desert sands Long since she had felt his soft touch For such the love within these hands Commands warm affections so much. Though storms are only grains that blow That flow gently when happiness forms Which informs true hearts that ever glow To know a lovers touch forever warms.  back to list |
Jem FarmerBeneath the sullen sky the shore lies still, The pebbles huddled as the moon takes flight, A cooling breeze whispers its airy trill, While breaking waves recall another night. The night we lay speechless upon the beach, Fragmented eyes reflect our passion spent, The ways of love that once seemed beyond reach had come to the tune of the sea's lament. I heard you breathe within the ebb and flow, As nubile fingers touched a gentle sigh, And there, in that moment, we reached the sky To see the sun reveal the dawning glow. We saw it happen, we saw morning break, As we lay quite still in the tidal wake.  ----- Fairy Glen The moss green walls rise high above, As a poet sits down to dream, In this place, I was born to love. Cascading Conwy waters flow, As a poet sits down to dream, And old memories come and go. When first I crossed the Beaver Bridge, As a child who lived in dreams, And clambered on the wooded ridge. I fell in love with this place then, As a child who lived in dreams, Still, today it’s my Fairy Glen.  ----- Mountain Retreat The stars shone down upon the ground, While I sat strumming my guitar, And time stood still and gathered round. O'er the mountaintop glazed the moon, While I sat strumming my guitar, And saw the rocks that gods had hewn. The bacon sizzled in the pan, While I sat strumming my guitar, As trees whispered of nature's plan. The pinewood burned in the campfire, While I sat strumming my guitar, My senses climbing ever higher. So when I need to rest my mind, While I'm sat strumming my guitar, It is mountains I come to find. back to list |
Ryter RoethicleI will meet you beyond my island It will be a place where we can live And enjoy life together and be as one. We'll not be alone, we'll be with friends. They will respect our need for solitude And we will be left completely alone Yet they will be there when we need them. As companions we will drink and dine And make merry as befits good old friends Departing with smiles and laughter in their eyes. This cottage is the place forever in our hearts In our minds and in our fondest memories I would love to spend a lifetime there with you But we both know how short life is on Earth. ----- Eternity (Mist of Space) Somehow I know that in the mist of space There's a time and place where we'll meet again. Souls will unite again and our hearts will race Our loving embrace will then prove love’s reign. You can see that it's written in our eyes It's no surprise that bonds cannot be broken. Not those of what is spoken for love will rise Claiming the prize of a passion unbroken. No matter where or what Fates bridge may be What time what scenery, it's our meeting place. We'll find a base for us for all Eternity Somewhere you'll see, in the mist of space.  ----- Great Memories Do you remember our cabin in the woods? Each year we celebrated our honeymoon Away from it all and spend time together. I love those times when we were ourselves Two people who knew they were in love forever. As we drove, did you look at the scenery we passed, Or ignoring that just looked at me in that way That said; "Get there, I want you, put your foot down!" And I slowed down, wanting to look after you. But in the end our cabin was all we wanted A place we could be alone to make love. A place that was ours alone to be ourselves And realise we had all eternity together. ----- Zenith Each time we kiss achieves a height An incredible journey across lofty peaks No reason why things should change now We met, we kissed, and we fell in love, Except for decisions from above Or is it sideways, or below Perhaps we are destined to know Only when. And lay on it your own This body that so aches for you Thus fuel the heated passion there Liquefied in your desire But no, I earnestly beg Do not call retreat Ignore tormented cries For only in you, I find rebirth That love has now awakened So don't back away It would be my death As your breath is now my own And our hearts joined that beat as one Hold me strong to you In the Darkest of times, hold on to the light That burns from within, and brightly shines. As long as one heart realizes what's right, In the darkest of times.  ----- Zerstorer Perhaps Each day to me is like a holiday And that is because I enjoy life Each one becoming one of play. Why should I be miserable, I'm alive As healthy and happy as I can be Despite whatever shit, I will survive. I've been closer to death than most And better men than me have died But I'm here, stead of saying, 'Adios!' It has made me question all beliefs And found with very few exceptions Most religious leaders are simply thieves. I'll climb down from my high horse. I've said too much, upset too many Realising the truth is a matter of course.  back to list |
Gert StrydomThe sand is splattered by crabs, shells, living things that washes out with the swell that the mighty ocean spreads on the shore while it rush in and out forevermore, tanning oil scent is on the ocean breeze while it catches sand and coconut trees, the shimmering water has a beauty while gulls swerve on the wind, totally free. The color of the sea comes in various hues from light green right through to the darkest blue while the sun sparkles in white loveliness and on the beach you did lie in sheer bliss. A holiday might be more than just this, full of sweet passion and kiss upon kiss. ----- As we walked upon the unspoiled island beach As we walked upon the unspoiled beach the sea touching our feet swept in and out, rushing water swept our tracks out of reach and we laughed and splashed and did shout. Around us little crabs rushed with their shells, while the waters was rushing higher in the bay, we were caught, captured in the sea's magical spell but with the rising water could not any longer stay as the water in splashing spray did rise and swell to escape the rising danger, to much higher we went; as the sea was coming in, its salty odor we did smell while we did wander in the surf to our heart's content. we found some tranquility, did our love renew on rocks surf splashed, falling on us like dew. ----- On An Island In The Sun You said that we would have a lot of fun, even send me a picture where you laid on a island, somewhere in the bright sun, you said I should immediately come to your aid as your intense longing had begun, even if I had to leave bills unpaid. On the beach into my arms you did run and your hair was knotted in a French braid, of my hungry kisses you were not afraid, you said. ----- On Holiday On An Island In The Sun The ocean was clear as cobalt blue glass while we swam far out in the greater key, playing in the warm pleasurable sea, some colorful small lonely fishes did pass and no nasty predators did harass while we both were very happy and free, the ocean was clear, some fish swam slowly in a schooled mass while the small waves rocked only gently, you teased, played and smiled with me, there was nothing that did us embarrass, the ocean was clear. ----- Sometimes I loose my words (after Pablo Neruda) Sometimes I loose my words, sometimes they just disappear while we walk on the island beach see gulls flying away, flying off but there is something in the silence of touching mouths, in meandering steps that leaves lonely tracks at the sea, while words become more yours are like morning glories waiting, climbing over walls growing, constantly growing and stretching but always waiting on the summer sun while my silences get some own distinct words as you understand me to the depths of my soul as your are filling every part of my life and body but I want you to hear my voice in bliss and pain. Troubled winds, of past heartaches, of a past war, still blows right through me, while you bring a new kind of hope, new dreams and joy to life and a new understanding of how things can be and I want you to be my companion in everything, to stay with me while the storm still roars in my life to be constantly the only one that really knows me, to follow me on every step in this ravaged world but you constantly are in everything, filling my life, my body, my mind with your kisses, a kind of strange bliss and that is the way that everything it is. ----- A walk on an island beach (after Robert Browning) The dark blue sea and the yellow-white sand and the golden moon hanging somewhat low is romantic where we walk hand in hand while eternally in and out the ocean flow, we walk and talk, everywhere lights appear, the sand is soft on the salt-scented beach and the lingering moments we hold dear, as the stars feel near, as if in our reach, where we are falling in love each to each back to list |
Peter WillowdownThere is a stone on a hill where a god once lived - but he is not beneath the heather; there is a hole in a rock the size of a pea and out of it flows a great river... Snowdrop, Snowdrop and mad Attacop, dance all night long and don't want to stop. Bluebell, Bluebell and hawk on the wing - teach all the mountains and forests to sing!' There is a well in the woods of which no man may drink and a rock at the edge of the world's great Abyss where mermaids sit and comb their hair and cast golden coins out to the Great Brink. Daffodil, Daffodil, won't you be still or play me a tune on some mythic bird's quill? Chrysanthemum, little man with silver plate and golden pan with knife and fork of pine and fir playing catch-as-catch-can! There is a stone on the hill where a God was once slain - once he had a hundred wives but now he wanders the land without any Name. Above men's small beds the great stars unwind the elegant mysteries of creation and time. Snowdrop and Snowdrop and mad Attacop, dance all night long and don't want to stop. Bluebell, Bluebell and hawk on the wing - teach all the mountains and forests to sing! back to list |
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