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 Apr 2015 Ata
Chris
Distant Shore
 Apr 2015 Ata
Chris
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Within the grip of swelling grays
The Southern Cross astern now shines
Ever close of darkened bays
Adrift of lost and endless times

Sails now hoisted, directed wind
I hear the angry waves a’ crash
Spume does touch my worried skin
Tempest waters come to lash

This journey fraught of desperate dreams
To reach the one that I adore
Of echoed voices calling me
And compass points of distant shore

Fear shall not my face to run
As fight this wrathful storm I will
Hoping for the morning sun
With calmer seas so ever still

When dawn, I pray on bloodied knees
Does find your arms about my chest
With kisses sweet of anchored pleas
To whisper I have met my quest

And found my love for once and all
By harbor light and North Star way
  Your heart is now my port-o-call
*Never more to sail away
 Apr 2015 Ata
Carolin
Wrote your name on
the sea shore. Had the
fear that the water might
wash it away during the
day. The shells from the
water gathered themselves
to spell your name out.
Pretty pink clams , seaweed
and shiny rocks as well.
The stars shined down
at night and made your
name shine bright.
Leading lost ships to
shore leading the lost
to home. Leading my
heart to fall in love
with yours* ~
 Apr 2015 Ata
Pax
sea of thoughts
 Apr 2015 Ata
Pax
I’m tired of carrying you at my back.
Keeping you well fed
to the point I starved myself.

Did you often wonder what I feel?  
Have you ever thought of what I really want?
Have you ever seen me without my deep façade?

The difficulty I'm facing is well kept.
Time after time it wears me down.
To the point of exhaustion.
When can I stop and have a little break?
My mind is full and my heart is heavy.

These questions will remain lost in the sea of my thoughts.




© 2013 Pax

a very heavy old fragment, still hung around, carrying, starving, well someday in someway I'll be able to let you go....
 Apr 2015 Ata
irinia
In the sea caves
there's a thirst there's a love
there's an ecstasy
all hard like shells
you can hold them in your palm.

In the sea caves
for whole days I gazed into your eyes
and I didn't know you nor did you know me.

*Giorgos Seferis
A long shot of the stretch
where waves hug the shore
then freeze as a moment’s sketch
to never roar anymore!

Her footprints on the sandy turf
the winds would blow away
her trace of hunt from sparkly surf
for dead shells on the bay!

In her eyes glows red crab lust
her wings are ached for soar
so long the now not turns to dust
just once must love her more!

Fleeting time leaves one long shot
of cloud and dead trunk beach
carved with dream etched in thought
but never close to reach
!
 Apr 2015 Ata
ejrmaguire
starry dawn
 Apr 2015 Ata
ejrmaguire
Darkest purple dawning...
Brilliant stars beginning to fade...
That quiet before daybreak. ..
The birds beginning to wake...

I sit and think of you...
I think of us...
I wonder how you are?

In the quietest time of the day...
My head is the loudest...
When no one is around and silence surrounds me....
My head fills with thoughts of you...

That beautiful indigo glow on the horizon. ..
I wish you were here.... I always wish you were here.....
in the silence. ...

E.J.M.
Dark monsters looming
Dogs barking, sirens wailing
"FLASH-CRACK!", thunderstorm
Haiku
 Mar 2015 Ata
Francie Lynch
Ole Hunchback
Got a right Royal burial;
That smiling villain's bones
Bleached black-blonde
In underground parking.
Exhumed and parlayed
For over two years;
Confirmed to be he
Who caused a Queen
To cry vats of tears
For the Tower boys.
Poor Anne dropped her hankie.
His horse-drawn caisson
Is a subterfuge,
A distraction to veil
Civil dissatisfaction.
He finally got his horse,
And we get the droppings.
And I see Cromwell
Standing beside Churhill
And Charles ouside
Westminster.
Perhaps Manson
Will be busted
In Poet's Corner.
Richard III was re-buried last week.
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