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Demi 6d
Two sticky Devils pit ciders
embalmed in strawberry juice.
‘Tell me why you messaged her’.
It’s not just the sun causing
those sweat beads.

Fiery fingers fly through
your book as you ignore
me. The sand creeps in
between my folds and
Irritates my skin as if

it wasn’t crawling already.
A beautiful scene mocks us.
Glittering grasses, crystal waters;
today is perfect.

If I forget that you’re next to me.
When the scenery doesn't match the vibes.
Tik

Perfect ripple in Atlantic mist will
End up breaking on the beach at Fistral.
If you catch it you can soar on its crest,
And just for a second you can be the best,

And in that moment you are finally free.
You dance like a butterfly, buzz like a bee,
Give a little wave as you jump off the board;
Fly into the cloud for the Tik Tok hoard.

Tok

For each perfect ripple there are masses more
That break in the wrong way or on the wrong shore,
Or smash in at midnight under moonless sky,
Or burst over your head as you ask yourself why

You were two minutes late setting out that day,
or the traffic light was red or the queue was way
Too long in the town for the coffee store.
The price was the same but it Costa much more

Tik

Looking from above as the clock starts to crawl,
And the tide is rising and it’s beautiful an’all
It feels like it washes all the dead wood away,
Floating all my boats at the top of the day.

Rumination creeps like a drug over me.
I’m Stone cold sober but my mind runs free.
Lowrie matchstick tubthumpers in matchstick rain
The sea knocks them down but they’re soon back up again.

Tok

Crawling back and forth they go in os-elation
They’re going nowhere fast from the no track station
Iz’ee up or isn’t he it’s hard to know for sure
When you’re failing round and round to win a few seconds more.

Hazy golden seagull king on golden throne,
Lazing on the sand telling the sea to go home.
Can u te ll me why he’s Trumpeting so loud?
Telling us we cannot send our memories to a cloud.

Tik

Am I dreaming now or am i awake.
Ordering that kangaroo was that a mis-steak?
Real *** noodle from a glass jam jar.
Who the **** spilled Coca Cola all over my car?

High tide.  Broken water makes the rocks disappear
And it’s now.  I’m awake, and I’m really really here.
When you catch the perfect wave you ride it till it’s done
Coz you never never know if there will be another one.
Written on a family holiday in an apartment overlooking Fistral Beach, Cornwall, UK.  I am not a surfer but it's strangely comforting watching from above.
Teenagers standing on rocks,
Longing to jump in but standing in sudden fear.
Waves swaying against the stone walls,
Hoping to topple them but not having the strength.

The Strand over looking The Hook,
Wishing to catch one's eye in its grasp.
People wondering aimlessly looking,
Longing to find happiness in the wandering beauty.

Climbing the cliffs to find life's secret excitement,
Seeking that sweet rush,
The awe and need for some strange accomplishment.
The glory of youth.

The wanderers searching for escape from life's grasp.
Scared of being alone,
They look for adventure to fill their minds and hearts with needed attention.
Like the two lighthouses standing tall,
I overlook their lives,
Wanting to guide some lost souls
back to the safety of a sandy shore.

Slowly falling back to reality
In each passing day.
You must leave once again,
Return to the salty waters and brisk waves.
How sweet it is,
For youth to venture and explore,
For they do not know life's sad secret.
Grasping them slowly.
Over looking the beach this just came to my mind and I went with it
Remember the sandwich of youth?

On a drizzly beach with actual sand,
the grit crunch making things somehow better
for the supermarket cheddar
and margarine on sliced white

Let the memories come

The loved ones flinging frisbees,
or playing impossible cricket matches,
grand unplanned architecture,
studded with dead shells,
monuments to a hopeful utopia,
collapsed by the heavy-heeled truths of vengeful siblings
or everyday tides

Sea air makes you hungry and tired,
content,
like life and years try
Amanda Jun 16
Christmas is over
New year has begun
Not sure I'm ready for another one
Done all the things I resolved not to do
The lights blazing down
Time just flew

The world looks newer than before
Burning bright with colors galore
Feel it turn as I go through my day
Long years behind
Short ones on the way

Lighting life with the glow from ahead
Steps have went the wrong way instead
Branch is just too high to reach
Consumed in never-ending breach

The flame marks the proper route
Spells cast make it hard to get out
When my foot bravely goes to tread
Suddenly cells are made of lead

My fire drags me the opposite direction
Everglow remains in the darkest section
Memories of long ago linger in my head
Love I lost
Can't let go of
Remains in words unsaid

When asked my resolution I always respond
"Stop saying yes to things I am of rather not fond"
Of course I never commit and fail within a week
I try nonetheless though my attempt is too weak
Written 1-1-20
Randy Johnson May 25
Today is May the 25th and it's Memorial Day.
We're paying tribute to those who fought and died for the USA.
Many brave soldiers gave their lives.
We're paying tribute to the ones who didn't survive.
Many brave soldiers have fought and died.
They were heroes and that can't be denied.
Dedicated to the soldiers who fought and died for the USA.
Amanda May 11
Butterflies are beautiful
Not as beautiful as you
They are as close as it gets
No living creature (except me) is worth comparing you to
On a card I made my mom for mother's day
SelinaSharday May 11
what I got for mother day

Ah What I got on yet another Mom Day
some air and some imagination, hopeful wishes at bay.

some invisible, un -acknowlegeables, some written unperson-ables.
A happy M day not much else to say..
As If i am some kind of..
Never there fa you kinda motha/*****.
Don't do nothing fa ya Kinda motha..
Trifling otha kinda, something or other type motha..
What I did get and have is.....the spirit of let down.
A gift of  no consideration.
A quiet shadow of you ain't that important or relevant.
The failed chance to say oh you shouldn't have's.
The missed moments of awe how sweet of you's.
The crumbs of no gratitude, from self absorbed tudes.
And a simple say anything I'd come off as rude.
I'm unseen, unheard, seen as old fashioned old school old ways.
Blinded shades, wisdom ignored, prayers stayed, unappreciated days.

Thanks for the little tab bits of invisible cards...hmm really
Thanks for the symbolic s of traditional materials,..untouchables
Those just tryna say I lov ya so's...(walkin in them shoes)
The absence of it can at times pain the soul.
Never one to ASK FOR MONEY OR GIFTS...Do I! wee bits..
By surprise be nice to discover how It'd feel to get the what ifs.
To be given the  unexpected gift, how heaviness might lift.
How solemness n sadness may suddenly shift.
It's not the material of a gift,, It's the showing of
heartfelt bliss. Spiritual Uplift.

I sit and it makes me recall..the six times, six souls, six plights..
To sow, to plant, to till the ground,
to labor, to sacrifice, to pray during those daily fights.
To feed, to nurture, to yearly grow.
Unselfishly..regardless of the needs of me.
By Grace of mercy heavens kept me.
So I can be..still Mommie, unperfectly.
Happy Momma Day 2Me...

@S.A.M  _H.E.R/POETRY
2020
Oh whoa,, ignore the typos I already know' so its the way i still want to flow..
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