"zander" poems
The shells lined up nicely.
"At attention," the conch yelled.
He was curled black, with boiled blue spikes.
And so they stayed, in a perfect line against the wall,
until the wave,
washing ashore, it plucked three.
One was an abalone,
almost full grown,
with five holes descending down its left side.
A sheen of gold and silver out,
murky indigo and forest green in.
He lost grip first,
and was pulled into an incoming breaker.
The second was a conch.
Chocolate and vanilla swirls coated the outer layers
leading in to slight pink.
Her name was Neapolitan.
She was once an adult shell of the queen conch,
washed ashore and set into a line by small hands,
that were gentle and soft.
Zander
A soft voice called.
Inhaled by the mouth of the ocean,
exhaled into a bout of seaweed.
She was lost.
The last,
was a cowry shell.
He was old,
or at least he imagined so.
This was not the first time he had washed ashore,
nor had he figured, would it be the last.
His back was ivory white
with brown speckles,
in such a pattern
that he imagined himself to be, at times, a turtle.
He had first felt and then saw reflections of himself in sea glass. He was gathered in a bucket and rubbed so that his design reverberated until he felt, every shimmer of himself.
Knowing not what lay ahead,
but understanding,
he held no grip and went where the ocean led.
It's getting dark Zander.
The others gasped,
in horror their screams rasped.
"Save us. Plea...se he...l...p."
As another wave crashed into the wall and stole four more,
again,
till all were cast away from the wall
to be laden across the expanse of sand.
Soft brown eyes stared,
at the empty holes,
where shells had been placed,
as decorations to a most deserving sand castle.
Turrets and towers,
hard packed by child hands,
with a red flag flapping to the sea breeze.
*A crude skull was drawn,
for it was a pirate fascination that encapsulated this year.*
He had spent hours seeking and finding,
the perfect art,
to be the binding,
to hold his wall against all defense,
but all had fallen in the first wave of battle.
"Oh well," he muttered.
He would try again tomorrow.
Jan 10, 2013
Jan 10, 2013 at 1:33 AM UTC
By: James Zander Young, September 29, 2011
I just watched the most beautiful sunset tonight.
As seals watched me watch Cormorants head south for the winter.
Against the backdrop soundscape of waves lapping and flapping along the seashore.
The skies opened up as though Heaven were among us, the moon peaking here, the sun there.
Oh how I have missed thee!
Sunset at the beach
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 3:00 AM UTC
By: James Zander Young, October 31, 2011
Heaven and hell will tell a story for all to see. Heaven and hell will always be there for you and me. One young sleep or lost release, one another not to be found. Cause heaven and hell can’t be one but only two. One is nothing without the other, two are common unless faith is there too. Powerful this notion of heaven and hell can be to reign us in and maybe move us so this way and that along a path to the crossroads until we must decide HEAVEN OR HELL
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 1:18 AM UTC
By: James Zander Young, November 23, 2011
As I kissed you that night with your back to the door I should have known then that we would be no more. Along the days we had, I was not sad. For you were there with me to make me strong. Along the days and along the nights you always made things right. I knew then not what I know now. That not all love is meant to bloom, not all love can make it through. With a tearful goodbye and my bags by my side out through the door to be no more. Within our time thinking now I shed a tear for what was near and fear I know not what I thought I knew. Fear still, I lost a true friend. To make things right I am out of sight without delight. Along the nights here and there that special time is pondered. As I wander through the days and through the nights alone, lost but looking. Oh that time was not what it should have been, could have been. Looking back though I would not trade it if I could for it was US we were we and now we’re YOU and ME.
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 1:20 AM UTC
By: James Zander Young, Oct 8, 2013
Tears of joy...
Tears of hope...
Tears of Love...
For a dear departed soul,
Tears we weep for her eternal sleep.
Tears of friendship within this earthly haven.
Tears of LOVE for evermore.
Smiles and laughter she did bring.
Music and dancing she does know.
A life lived, lost she will grow.
At such a cost, a life lost
Lives lived we do share.
Oh so pure a life lost lived.
Forgotten not, she will grow
in our hearts and on our faces
for evermore to us all.
A life lost we will know.
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 3:42 AM UTC
A child cries at night,
Beneath the moon so bright,
Crying for his mother to hold him tight.
During the long days to come,
Enter demons one child cannot shun,
For his nightmares keep him up till the light is bright,
Getting scared and feather light.
How can one child so small,
Ignore all?
Just like my friends and I
**** time and look for fireflies,
Let go of fears that lurk,
Make sure that they do not hurt.
Nate is his name,
Oh my child,
Proud but vain.
Question the rules,
Ready to solve the clues,
Strive to understand,
The source behind the dark lands.
Under the covers this night,
Vainly peeking at covers and shadow,
Walking deeper into subconscious,
X marks the spot,
Yesterday is gone from thought,
Zander rocks him to bed.
Mar 21, 2011
Mar 21, 2011 at 5:44 PM UTC
By James Zander Young, Aug, 23, 2014
I know not what I profess
A natural born confidence
Has always put me to the test
Like two partners at a dance
I glide and slide at my best
Hoping you take a chance
To ponder my words I attest
For light and dark they all renew
For me and you
Says I to You
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 3:44 AM UTC
By: James Zander Young, Sept 4, 2013
Little black ravens of death should not be here today.
Why oh, why must you be here today.
Could you not come back another day?
Please, oh please, let us play just a little while longer.
It is not fair, you show up at the most inopportune time.
I don’t want to be your messenger of death any while longer.
Oh please release me from my imagined immortal shackles
Please, oh please I cannot take this anymore… any longer… any more.
Little black ravens.
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 3:39 AM UTC
By: James Zander Young, Aug, 22, 2014
No one knows the pain I feel
The weird journey within my nature
The reality of my experiences
That expectations became hesitations
The chaos of my mind
Stimulating enjoyment to the end
No one knows the pain I feel
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 3:44 AM UTC
By: James Zander Young, October 15, 2011
There’s a girl I know, with long black hair and a care about which draws you in, with long sleek legs and a smile for a mile she has been there with troubles past to match the batch which I just cracked.
A spirit to match the energy of Aphrodite she is a ditty without which I get giddy. For a time it would seem we are one again but then it happens that which we know best. At a crossroads to the test which way will we go?
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 1:17 AM UTC
By: James Zander Young, August 8, 2013
Life is in the details and quite moments of soft reflection that illuminate the spirit from within. When alas the pale moonlight sets upon our weary bones it’s the mundane and routine that will guide us through. Not the thrilling and fulfilling of earths pleasures that we measure our final treasures. Its the eyes upon us with hands outstretched and clenched tightly upon ones impending loss, the toes among us waiting for the final due, that soft caress of a families gaze made true, a cycle of life outlaid and played. With a final view of life great success upon us, the tears of sorrow upon their faces, at once we, he, and she is now at rest and can gently flow with a hearts full cup of love and peace to that which we know not.
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 3:33 AM UTC
By: James Zander Young, September 17, 2013
Oh please, oh please me, we have done it now.
Oh please, oh please I do plead with you, please. I plead for my life.
I don't want it taken like we discussed.
Oh please, oh please tell me one more time what must be done.
Oh Please. Oh Please, oh please, oh no I plead, not that, anything but that, anything else I will not hesitate.
Oh please oh please I can't possibly, I could not, I would not, I will not.
Oh please, oh please I plead you must relent, you must acquiesce, you must, you just must, I cannot do what you ask.
I will not do what you ask. I could not, I have not, I am not able I am too fragile and unstable.
It is too early…my time has not come…my time has just begun.
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 3:40 AM UTC
By: James Zander Young, October 29, 2011
All alone in the dark it is quite still and quiet. Throughout the day we sit and breathe and toil and work the soil. There are dishes to wash, clothes to hang and farm animals to tend. We mend our hearts with work and each day further along we move ever closer to others that sit alone in the dark. First comes darkness then rebirth, you can’t have one without the other. Along the path of darkness one sees many things that frighten and scares them (I know I have). Each one is different in how to get to deal with real pain and real confusion. It grabs hold tighter and tighter it would seem until that one day when decisions are made. Though not as abrupt as one may think it comes gradually over time. With love and happiness from family and friends we hope the right decisions are made. For some it seems this is not the case. For some we disagree with their decision but for some it was real and it was right. No one knows the plight and burden we each hold onto. No one knows the simple act that turns the still yet frantic and frenetic wandering of the mind to act with each dark place being different and true to that which is living it. I hope you heed my story and watch for pain in yourself and others but know this when you get to that dark place, hold on, and remember the other side is a wonderous place of new beginning and new experiences. The darkness is just another view of the same mountain top which when basked in sunlight we sit quite still and quiet to reflect upon the beauty to see the sun in all its glory and everlasting power.
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 3:30 AM UTC