"shorebirds" poems - Hello Poetry

when you start feeling as if just being you is not enough ,.. when you see the sunlight slipping away sliding into the ocean and the outbound tide is pulling strong ,.. gravity throbs downward ― you see it's weight groan pacing in lonely eyes, you feel it's burden bear down on a wayfaring stranger wandering away alone ,.. wondering what went wrong stalled by a riverside frozen in time ; walking on slippery rocks and fallen stars, searching for peace along the meandering shoreline the waterfall surrenders a river's silent lament ; the storm gales' surge stirs the urge for moving on a heart broken knows how fickle tides change which way the wind blows ,.. which way the rain comes falling down ― watershed moments undulating serpentine rivers, unbridled terrain waters veritably cascading beyond blurred latitudes, uninhibitedly drifting in shapeless symmetry ― a deep ocean rises with the calling tide's murmur, the shorebirds linger ; hole up with the peace of the unsullied sands at the sea stained tide-mark ― barnacles cling to the pulse of the tidal sway where starfish hold on to slippery rocks ,.. being enough to while away just a little bit longer ― to simply let it all be and wholly wash out in the water waiting for the tide change, to swallow whole the rivers stagnant flow, immersing the stars in swirling silence ― in the unrestrained rhythm and the sea ...

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Oct 25, 2017

Oct 25, 2017 at 11:01 AM UTC

harlon-rivers

Slip Slidin' Away

when you start feeling as if just being you is not enough ,.. when you see the sunlight slipping away sliding into the ocean and the outbound tide is pulling strong ,.. gravity throbs downward ― you see it's weight groan pacing in lonely eyes, you feel it's burden bear down on a wayfaring stranger wandering away alone ,.. wondering what went wrong stalled by a riverside frozen in time ; walking on slippery rocks and fallen stars, searching for peace along the meandering shoreline the waterfall surrenders a river's silent lament ; the storm gales' surge stirs the urge for moving on a heart broken knows how fickle tides change which way the wind blows ,.. which way the rain comes falling down ― watershed moments undulating serpentine rivers, unbridled terrain waters veritably cascading beyond blurred latitudes, uninhibitedly drifting in shapeless symmetry ― a deep ocean rises with the calling tide's murmur, the shorebirds linger ; hole up with the peace of the unsullied sands at the sea stained tide-mark ― barnacles cling to the pulse of the tidal sway where starfish hold on to slippery rocks ,.. being enough to while away just a little bit longer ― to simply let it all be and wholly wash out in the water waiting for the tide change, to swallow whole the rivers stagnant flow, immersing the stars in swirling silence ― in the unrestrained rhythm and the sea ...

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To ocean's roar--the sea oats dance To music of--nor'easter's glance Holding fast on--windswept seashore Lending hand to--rippled dunes' chore Paniculata's--feathered lance Leaves not the sand--to nature's chance To leave in dunes--an open door To ocean's roar Sea oats seeking--perfect balance Barren beach and--storm's dalliance Shorebirds nesting--while sea gulls soar Still ocean tries--and shouts for more Sea oats bending--yet still they dance To ocean's roar r ~ 9Mar14

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Mar 9, 2014

Mar 9, 2014 at 1:40 PM UTC

r-2

To Ocean's Roar

To ocean's roar--the sea oats dance To music of--nor'easter's glance Holding fast on--windswept seashore Lending hand to--rippled dunes' chore Paniculata's--feathered lance Leaves not the sand--to nature's chance To leave in dunes--an open door To ocean's roar Sea oats seeking--perfect balance Barren beach and--storm's dalliance Shorebirds nesting--while sea gulls soar Still ocean tries--and shouts for more Sea oats bending--yet still they dance To ocean's roar r ~ 9Mar14

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Crappie running in beds along the lit docks , bridges and abutments .. Flathead catfish bigger than a grown man at the base of the dam , Largemouth bass hitting shad like battering rams , early morning , late afternoon and darkest night .. Hardwood forest brimming colorful shores , stoic Whitetail Bucks dining on acorns , field nuts and sweet moss , Canadian geese and frozen shorebirds working her tributaries and inlets .. Smokey water silhouettes relayed by whippoorwill hymns , the first angelic beam of the morn striking her poetic surface .. Lake Jackson returning to diurnal joy , across reflective , freshwater twirling plains ...

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Mar 26, 2016

Mar 26, 2016 at 8:59 PM UTC

randolph-l-wilson

My Childhood Fishing Memories of Jackson Lake

Crappie running in beds along the lit docks , bridges and abutments .. Flathead catfish bigger than a grown man at the base of the dam , Largemouth bass hitting shad like battering rams , early morning , late afternoon and darkest night .. Hardwood forest brimming colorful shores , stoic Whitetail Bucks dining on acorns , field nuts and sweet moss , Canadian geese and frozen shorebirds working her tributaries and inlets .. Smokey water silhouettes relayed by whippoorwill hymns , the first angelic beam of the morn striking her poetic surface .. Lake Jackson returning to diurnal joy , across reflective , freshwater twirling plains ...

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As a young boy my bare feet were baptized in the tumbling waters of Tobesofkee Creek .. Along the rock incarcerated , chilled pools of its juvenile deliverance , within the rushing avalanche of cleansing freshwaters , both young hands cupped to receive her cool afternoon blessing .. To walk the living word of Jehovah along granite infused trails , steeped in shoreline tranquility and wonderment .. Cottonwood and Birch ..Tall Pine and Sycamore testaments , shorebirds proclaimed the everlasting tenure of the Almighty , Blue Herons carried the 'Gospel ' downstream to the waiting oppressed as guardian Angels enveloped these Holy waters in the miracle of sunlight and warm , everlasting devotion ...

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Mar 20, 2016

Mar 20, 2016 at 2:19 PM UTC

randolph-l-wilson

High Falls ..

As a young boy my bare feet were baptized in the tumbling waters of Tobesofkee Creek .. Along the rock incarcerated , chilled pools of its juvenile deliverance , within the rushing avalanche of cleansing freshwaters , both young hands cupped to receive her cool afternoon blessing .. To walk the living word of Jehovah along granite infused trails , steeped in shoreline tranquility and wonderment .. Cottonwood and Birch ..Tall Pine and Sycamore testaments , shorebirds proclaimed the everlasting tenure of the Almighty , Blue Herons carried the 'Gospel ' downstream to the waiting oppressed as guardian Angels enveloped these Holy waters in the miracle of sunlight and warm , everlasting devotion ...

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In the cold northeastern flow , silvery gusty moments persuade brown waters , Pines stand tall in her reflection .. Cirrus whips and windsongs filter through earnest thicket , delivering free voices ... March's airborne delivery divides morning tidings , in question of the young day .. She hides from something yet unknown , her topwater lying tepid and unsure , shorebirds fly low across the waters tension and temptation , red songbirds answer from each shoreline , belated zephyrs swirl in temporary confusion .. I vision the writer , feel the cool struggle of verse upon the empty page , where solutions lie to many an inquiry , thought turns to Oak leaves sailing the ever evolving lake , to the brief intense sun showers that garble the poets stage .... Chortling , avian neighbors delivering previously unheard melody , turtles vying for the crest of exposed Oak branches , godspeed the call of warm weather nestlings , the playful fawn , the taste of May ..Greens , clusters of dead Pine cloaked in tall broom sage , life slowly returning to zero .. Sparrow , Finch and Wren escort me home as I view rolling hillsides amid the cracking of elder giants along the sandy field road... A witness to change , to eroding wind and the cataclysm of time , to mud puddles brimming with life .. Sing for the day sweet Cardinal , for blue ceiling influences among amber hues and gray scenes , color my beautiful vision with vibrant , native grasses and natural serenity ...

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Mar 7, 2016

Mar 7, 2016 at 2:00 PM UTC

randolph-l-wilson

Todays Walk ...

In the cold northeastern flow , silvery gusty moments persuade brown waters , Pines stand tall in her reflection .. Cirrus whips and windsongs filter through earnest thicket , delivering free voices ... March's airborne delivery divides morning tidings , in question of the young day .. She hides from something yet unknown , her topwater lying tepid and unsure , shorebirds fly low across the waters tension and temptation , red songbirds answer from each shoreline , belated zephyrs swirl in temporary confusion .. I vision the writer , feel the cool struggle of verse upon the empty page , where solutions lie to many an inquiry , thought turns to Oak leaves sailing the ever evolving lake , to the brief intense sun showers that garble the poets stage .... Chortling , avian neighbors delivering previously unheard melody , turtles vying for the crest of exposed Oak branches , godspeed the call of warm weather nestlings , the playful fawn , the taste of May ..Greens , clusters of dead Pine cloaked in tall broom sage , life slowly returning to zero .. Sparrow , Finch and Wren escort me home as I view rolling hillsides amid the cracking of elder giants along the sandy field road... A witness to change , to eroding wind and the cataclysm of time , to mud puddles brimming with life .. Sing for the day sweet Cardinal , for blue ceiling influences among amber hues and gray scenes , color my beautiful vision with vibrant , native grasses and natural serenity ...

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*Blue day reflections held in - the eyes of Appaloosa sentries Shorebirds marshaling before - crystalline waterways at the - prequel of day The voice of the Atlantic called - inland Maritime winds seek their resolution - with salted determination* ...

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Jul 22, 2016

Jul 22, 2016 at 7:50 PM UTC

randolph-l-wilson

Barrier Island ....

*Blue day reflections held in - the eyes of Appaloosa sentries Shorebirds marshaling before - crystalline waterways at the - prequel of day The voice of the Atlantic called - inland Maritime winds seek their resolution - with salted determination* ...

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*Angels reveal their presence disguised as butterflies - on the beach , a sand dollar at our feet Heavens nighttime bouquet of radiant stars , the first ray of morning sun touching our young hearts The living canvass of ocean brushed anew each moment The curious shorebirds that hover above us* ..

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Nov 3, 2016

Nov 3, 2016 at 11:33 AM UTC

randolph-l-wilson

Sea Angels ..

*Angels reveal their presence disguised as butterflies - on the beach , a sand dollar at our feet Heavens nighttime bouquet of radiant stars , the first ray of morning sun touching our young hearts The living canvass of ocean brushed anew each moment The curious shorebirds that hover above us* ..

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*I sifted the dross of humanity and stumbled upon gold Upon white linen scarf , auburn tresses and silken dress Upon porcelain wonderment and starstruck shadows against a waxing moon address O'er the blue lake , the crystal wave As egret and loon do quietly confess Mouth culled before the afternoon rains At rest amongst broomsage , wire grass and willow The song of curt warbler The rumble of charcoal pillows Shards of sunlight under evenings duress The plight of evening shorebirds that seek the western light The call of smitten doves , sylvan songs in the coming night* ...

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Jul 8, 2017

Jul 8, 2017 at 3:29 PM UTC

randolph-l-wilson

July Evening ...

*I sifted the dross of humanity and stumbled upon gold Upon white linen scarf , auburn tresses and silken dress Upon porcelain wonderment and starstruck shadows against a waxing moon address O'er the blue lake , the crystal wave As egret and loon do quietly confess Mouth culled before the afternoon rains At rest amongst broomsage , wire grass and willow The song of curt warbler The rumble of charcoal pillows Shards of sunlight under evenings duress The plight of evening shorebirds that seek the western light The call of smitten doves , sylvan songs in the coming night* ...

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