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Blue sky, green sea,
hands of wind tickling
the coconut trees,
in the catamaran,
afloat the rolling waves,
a love smitten pair,
he and she, loosing themselves
in each other's eyes.

White spray from high waves,
rain on them, they gleam.
afternoon sun, fizzes down,
air is filled with laughter and joy,
pure magic of  love,
the kind one experiences
when nature extends its hands,
to love for a dance of exuberance.

A shoal of colorful fish, swimming too close,
jump up to amuse them,
bringing much cheer.
Swinging on the  waves
the sea keeps  company to their craft.

**That day flew away and joined the repository of memories.
He and she scampered through the arches
waves after high waves erected,
took voyages far, through troubled waters.
But never, could they forget,
the laughter and joy that day represented,
when they stood together,
or went on to their separate ways.
 Mar 2013 RyanMJenkins
j f
College
 Mar 2013 RyanMJenkins
j f
Stunned or drunk,
you went silent after
I cupped your face and said
lets **** and

you spend your nights until we meet
at the bar while

I stay here, drinking hard like
cleaning a pistol.
Saturn's Rings are made of Left-Handed Sugar. Makes your Oatmeal taste like Grapefruit and Diesel had a Baby in your Oatmeal. Your tongue will hate you forever and ever; and you can forget about complete sentences for the rest of your natural Life. Don't put that **** in your oatmeal is what i'm gettin' at here. Space Sugar is very unpleasant.
 Mar 2013 RyanMJenkins
August
I haven't kissed anyone in so long.
I might just evaporate from the sheer
heat

Standing on tiptoes, touching noses
Palms pressing hard against palms as they
meet

I'm falling into tiny fragmented pieces
And you are picking at the edges, playing with the
seam

And then you vanish into thin air
My hands empty, once full of this
dream

I crumple like paper to the floor
Little tree branch fingers twisted into
knots

Tears so blue they flood the room
I'm washed away, waves reminding me of what I
*forgot
© Amara Pendergraft 2013
Dear Hello Poetry Poets World Wide,
From the bottom of my heart
That is where all my poems start.
To all of my every poem reader
I hope you enjoy all my tales
Cause if you see what I see
You all then would become a believer.
(SirCARSr 3-21-13)

P.S. Don't forget about poem in your pocket day:)
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