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Don't go far off, not even for a day, because -
because - I don't know how to say it: a day is long
and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station
when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.
I have seemingly missed your words of love,
Those words that were written in the sand
And erased by the first wave.
Do you remember, my love?
Leaning into the afternoons I cast my sad nets
towards your oceanic eyes.
There in the highest blaze my solitude lengthens and flames,
Here on the Hard, you're welcome to pull up and stay;
there's a flat fee of a quid for parking all day.
And wandering over the dunes, who wouldn't die
TWO boats with nets lying off the sea-beach, quite still,
Ten fishermen waiting- they discover a thick school of mossbonkers-
they drop the join'd seine-ends in the water,
The boats separate and row off, each on its rounding course to the
I’m a happy dog at the beach
If I had the power of speech
I would tell you all
To throw my ball
The grey sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low;
And the startled little waves that leap
In fiery ringlets from their sleep,
I wait for the holiday crowd to clear the beach
before stepping onto the first wave.
Soon I am walking across the Atlantic
A porcupine skin,
Stiff with bad tanning,
It must have ended somewhere.
Stuffed horned owl
Oh you gatherer
of the fine ash of poetry
ash of the too-white flame
The roaring alongside he takes for granted,
and that every so often the world is bound to shake.
He runs, he runs to the south, finical, awkward,
in a state of controlled panic, a student of Blake.
That distant valley
Was I...as a child
Across the lonely beach we flit,
One little sandpiper and I,
And fast I gather, but by bit,
The scattered drift-wood, bleached and dry.
The sun is a beach ball covered in sand,
Warming up this little land.
It's been kicked into the blue sky,
By a boy on the beach, that kicked it too high.
I thought of you and how you love this beauty,
And walking up the long beach all alone
I heard the waves breaking in measured thunder
As you and I once heard their monotone.
When all my five and country senses see,
The fingers will forget green thumbs and mark
How, through the halfmoon's vegetable eye,
Husk of young stars and handfull zodiac,
ON the beach, at night,
Stands a child, with her father,
Watching the east, the autumn sky.
My hero bares his nerves along my wrist
That rules from wrist to shoulder,
Unpacks the head that, like a sleepy ghost,
Leans on my mortal ruler,
Schizophrenic, wrenched by two styles,
one a hack's hired prose, I earn
me exile. I trudge this sickle, moonlit beach for miles,
Far from the madding crowd of the world, I have gone in search of peace in Paradise beach;
Beach is the best place free from pollution with the environment of clean air, beauty and peace;
Peace is the best panacea for all the ills of the fast modern world of civilization;
Civilization has brought all technological advancement for life and work leading to problems!
One way, I think, to come to a better understanding of our country…of this land…is to take a walk along the beach…and watch people playing in the sand.
With our first steps onto the sand…one simple thought arises…how before us stretch a sea of people in all colors…shapes and sizes.
Beach is the place people go to breathe fresh air and mingle one with Nature;
That gives peace of mind, makes heart feel joy and spirit enjoys bliss sure;
After tourism development, crowd is filling everywhere and beach is house full
Like the people go to cinema threatres for entertainment to spend week ends!
Pine needles on grass
Spreading like a fresh brown beach:
A beach of needles.
Muscle Beach Venice
Jun 19,2020• Copyright © daniel miltz
Cox's Bazar Sea Beach And Its Surroundings - Verse Paragraph
March 24, 2020
My Heaven stretches its arms across the beach and inside the smiles of hippie girls at Karom Beach, their hippie glasses and varnished nails paint a glittering picture of Phuket. Soon the waves become rows of orange cupcakes that appear and disappear near sunset and I continue to daydream...
With a shock, I realize I've been taking pictures of tsunami-stricken spots. And all around those spots, the roots of trees have elongated ears and spidery fingers that clutch at the exoskeletons of crabs, spinning webs of shadows for the living and the dead.
Preach the truth,
To reach out! !
To help the people,
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