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With deferrence to the gentle Edward Ryles who penned the original....*

To wrinkle toes where sand meets sea
Enchants this soul's humanity,
To breathe the air of salty wash
Paints substance into longings lost.
To idle midst the song of tides
Embraces where this heart resides.

Marshalg
Port Waikato Beach
12/12/12

© 2012 Marshal Gebbie

Dec 2012 Sa Sa Ra

Christmas Tidings to You

Dec 2012 Sa Sa Ra

Marshal Gebbie

Christmas Tidings to You

Hold your hand aloft in light
Feel the blood run through your veins,
Know that you have lived a life
Loved a love and held the reigns
Of something..so worthwhile and good
That friends will well have understood,
When you have long passed from this land,
...Your Cup hath Overfloweth.

**MERRY CHRISTMAS

Dec 2012 Sa Sa Ra

ein hundert

Dec 2012 Sa Sa Ra

Lucky Queue

ein hundert

This is comemmorative
Just a small poem to say
If poems written equaled
Years lived
Then I would be old
A century old
A hundred is so much
So many poems in three months
Or less
And now it seems so attainable
One fifth of my goal complete
And a single milestone passed
How quickly it's passed too

Ok so this is actually 101, but still :)

Dec 2012 Sa Sa Ra

whats a water lily like?

Dec 2012 Sa Sa Ra

Lucky Queue

whats a water lily like?

Its like a little round shiny green boat
Made just to carry a pale pink origami flower
And happiness...
That's my poetic answer.

Dec 2012 Sa Sa Ra

the newton massacre

Dec 2012 Sa Sa Ra

Lucky Queue

the newton massacre

Such
Pain
And loss
Potentially
Great hearts
Brilliant minds
Lost to this world
Far before their prime
My belly bleeds in sympathy
I feel as though punched in the gut
All my breath
Taken away by these
Horrendous actions of violence
Done to others far away and unknown to
Me, and mine but still so surreal, so so filthy,
And tainted by the lifeblood of the innocents and I
Can't help but
Cry for all those little ones
Murdered in cold blood, by a
Madman with a shotgun, but not at
All the hilarious kind the kind of madman who
Kills his own mother and so many little ones not yet even
Eleven, and many younger than that. Twenty seven human beings
Lost from this earth,
And yet another
Crazy lunatic set to
rest with his shotgun

This poem is concerning the massacre at an elementary school in connecticut yesterday (12/14/12). The new shape(originally shaped kind of like two sideways mountain peaks) is representative of the little ones' wishes. I just read an article that said the children were crying, and saying they just wanted Christmas.

Dec 2012 Sa Sa Ra

Bragging

Dec 2012 Sa Sa Ra

wandabitch

Bragging

yours and mine
don't call me on that besides,
you might not like me anymore.

i minest well brag, im 52
and i can honestly say i've never gone out on another woman.

I'm a one man woman, i go from one to the other,
i don't do that bouncing back and forth.

                                thing.

It all goes back to fear I thought, as I came back to my life.

              survival takes hold and we make a compromise,
              i'll do the work that has to be done,
              have to share the load of time.

Dec 2012 Sa Sa Ra

Her magic, my heart

Dec 2012 Sa Sa Ra

K Balachandran

Her magic, my heart

My charcoal drawings of her,
miraculously turned white!
my tear drops all
became stunning pearls!