DebraBernath - Hello Poetry

At the Shore on a Beautiful Day the Ocean Delivers The salty sky, ocean polished sand, and crashing waves, take me from stress. I sink down into the sand, as it tries its best to rest on my towel, in my shoes and swimsuit. Gingerly I consider taking a rhythmic dip every step sinking sand further away, but closer to cool lumbering waves, A large green mass, not a normal kind, is lying like a beached whale. The waves just kiss it, Its not from the ocean, It's not a sea urchin, It's firm yet slightly soft. The cool ocean water wraps my skin and holds me up in a gentle tender way. I wonder about the impersonating ocean gherkin deposited on the sand. Back sinking into my towel, wet salty water coating my skin. Staring dreamily at the horizon, I notice a one-legged seagull hopping and scoping the green mass. It squawks and squawks and squawks, It gives another compassionate squawk, pokes the mass and flies away. Back and forth like waves crashing, a beach buggy passes behind with an eye on the shore and beachcombers. Another oddity arrives, resting on the back of the buggy, A large black square mass lookin like a tellie. Is it to watch a reality show? A cucumber, a TV, and a one-legged gull, not what I expected, except maybe the gull. As I leave, I inquire at the entry point, "What is that television for?" "Do the lifeguards watch on the shore?" "The ocean spit it up from who knows where." "It didn't receive good ratings." Walking barefoot on gritty sand, sticky sunscreen windblown hair, I drive my car home after a beautiful day at the shore.

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Mar 16, 2023

Mar 16, 2023 at 7:29 PM UTC

At the Shore on a Beautiful Day the Ocean Delivers

At the Shore on a Beautiful Day the Ocean Delivers The salty sky, ocean polished sand, and crashing waves, take me from stress. I sink down into the sand, as it tries its best to rest on my towel, in my shoes and swimsuit. Gingerly I consider taking a rhythmic dip every step sinking sand further away, but closer to cool lumbering waves, A large green mass, not a normal kind, is lying like a beached whale. The waves just kiss it, Its not from the ocean, It's not a sea urchin, It's firm yet slightly soft. The cool ocean water wraps my skin and holds me up in a gentle tender way. I wonder about the impersonating ocean gherkin deposited on the sand. Back sinking into my towel, wet salty water coating my skin. Staring dreamily at the horizon, I notice a one-legged seagull hopping and scoping the green mass. It squawks and squawks and squawks, It gives another compassionate squawk, pokes the mass and flies away. Back and forth like waves crashing, a beach buggy passes behind with an eye on the shore and beachcombers. Another oddity arrives, resting on the back of the buggy, A large black square mass lookin like a tellie. Is it to watch a reality show? A cucumber, a TV, and a one-legged gull, not what I expected, except maybe the gull. As I leave, I inquire at the entry point, "What is that television for?" "Do the lifeguards watch on the shore?" "The ocean spit it up from who knows where." "It didn't receive good ratings." Walking barefoot on gritty sand, sticky sunscreen windblown hair, I drive my car home after a beautiful day at the shore.

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Now I remember why I left you the first time. Why it did not make sense to invest time in your disapproval, Your arrogance, Your right-ness, though some things were right about us some nice things; but Important things were not nice. You made me feel inadequate. My comments mere Interruptions lacking value to your ears. You knew better. But I know better too. I better remember the not nice things.

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Dec 7, 2022

Dec 7, 2022 at 11:08 AM UTC

Not Nice Things

Now I remember why I left you the first time. Why it did not make sense to invest time in your disapproval, Your arrogance, Your right-ness, though some things were right about us some nice things; but Important things were not nice. You made me feel inadequate. My comments mere Interruptions lacking value to your ears. You knew better. But I know better too. I better remember the not nice things.

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The disassemblage of an artichoke, My favorite thistle. It is a bud, waiting to bloom, did you know? I will never forget meeting artichokes in the gardens of a friend's family home in Normandy, growing widely and profusely some blooming, some not. I jumped around with glee until I encountered the stinging nettle not nearly as inviting as an artichoke.

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Mar 7, 2021

Mar 7, 2021 at 1:41 PM UTC

Disassemblage of an Artichoke

The disassemblage of an artichoke, My favorite thistle. It is a bud, waiting to bloom, did you know? I will never forget meeting artichokes in the gardens of a friend's family home in Normandy, growing widely and profusely some blooming, some not. I jumped around with glee until I encountered the stinging nettle not nearly as inviting as an artichoke.

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White Orchid Waterfall Births the present Moment. Beyond the current crisis it is not aware, nor does it Care. Budding potentials become White Blossoms that Explode in slow motion. Is the Expression accidental? Is the Universe talking to us? Cascading white canvases of Beauty Brings us to the Present. No thought about a Crisis. For a moment We don't care, but do you?

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Feb 23, 2021

Feb 23, 2021 at 10:41 AM UTC

White Orchid Waterfall

White Orchid Waterfall Births the present Moment. Beyond the current crisis it is not aware, nor does it Care. Budding potentials become White Blossoms that Explode in slow motion. Is the Expression accidental? Is the Universe talking to us? Cascading white canvases of Beauty Brings us to the Present. No thought about a Crisis. For a moment We don't care, but do you?

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I question I harden I soften. My reaction to inaction creates a faction within. Outside are factions too.

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Feb 23, 2021

Feb 23, 2021 at 10:39 AM UTC

A Faction

I question I harden I soften. My reaction to inaction creates a faction within. Outside are factions too.

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YOU say I interrupted, but YOU didn't listen YOU say I interrupted, but YOU interrupted. YOU say YOU were talking, but I was talking too YOU say YOU were talking, but I can hear YOU YOU say YOU were talking, I can do 2 things at a time. here I am waiting, but YOU departed here I am waiting, but YOU are on the phone here I am waiting, so I make a decision. we are getting ready, the RIDE is arriving we are getting ready, the boat is inflating The RIDE is here, but YOU are not ready.

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Sep 10, 2020

Sep 10, 2020 at 8:34 AM UTC

Interrupted

YOU say I interrupted, but YOU didn't listen YOU say I interrupted, but YOU interrupted. YOU say YOU were talking, but I was talking too YOU say YOU were talking, but I can hear YOU YOU say YOU were talking, I can do 2 things at a time. here I am waiting, but YOU departed here I am waiting, but YOU are on the phone here I am waiting, so I make a decision. we are getting ready, the RIDE is arriving we are getting ready, the boat is inflating The RIDE is here, but YOU are not ready.

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Out of the depths of murkiness begins a lotus. Slowly it climbs upwards reaching and longing for light. Breaking surface a bud appears, waiting still, suggesting a latent promise of opening. Ready for the right circumstances, many petals open slowly, unnoticed wider. In a moment a lotus soul is exposed. We are awed by its beauty, forgetting its long journey, clouded in darkness of unrealized potential.

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Aug 17, 2020

Aug 17, 2020 at 2:20 PM UTC

Muck Potential

Out of the depths of murkiness begins a lotus. Slowly it climbs upwards reaching and longing for light. Breaking surface a bud appears, waiting still, suggesting a latent promise of opening. Ready for the right circumstances, many petals open slowly, unnoticed wider. In a moment a lotus soul is exposed. We are awed by its beauty, forgetting its long journey, clouded in darkness of unrealized potential.

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Clouds above, clouds below; somewhere between your thoughts flout.

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Aug 15, 2020

Aug 15, 2020 at 8:06 AM UTC

Clouds

Clouds above, clouds below; somewhere between your thoughts flout.

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You twist and turn about dripping waterfall lilac tears, are you longing with desire to embrace a tall majestic tree, that you could wrap around and around your twisted lilac love? Have no regrets Wistful Wisteria, next year will return again and again your lilac waterfall tears, will drip, twist, and turn, yearning with your desire.

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Aug 14, 2020

Aug 14, 2020 at 8:02 AM UTC

Oh, Wistful Wisteria

You twist and turn about dripping waterfall lilac tears, are you longing with desire to embrace a tall majestic tree, that you could wrap around and around your twisted lilac love? Have no regrets Wistful Wisteria, next year will return again and again your lilac waterfall tears, will drip, twist, and turn, yearning with your desire.

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