NIGHT WALK ALONG THE BEACH

It was late on a cold windy night
I walked the beach alone
No one was there waiting for me
I was in no hurry to get back home.

The wind was blowing, the water rough
I walked along the sandy shore
My head held down, I covered my ears
But, could still hear the ocean roar.

The sand crabs scurrying, running about
The sky was dark, the moon was hidden
All the stars gone from sight
Their sparkle for now, forbidden.

I saw a light in the distance
A fisherman sat huddled in a chair
He threw his line out in the dark
Tended it with loving care.

He had a bucket of white fish
Sitting by his side
Said he had better luck at night
When fishing in high tide.

I walked about two miles before
Deciding to head on back
I was cold and started feeling tired
The sky now turning black.

Slivers of silver lightning
Igniting the clouds in the sky
The thunder beginning to rumble
The sky was about to cry.

A few raindrops fell upon my face
It was time to head back home
I started to feel cold and damp
Chilled right to the bone.

When I got back, took off my jacket
It’s the one I always wear
I poured a cup of coffee
Then sat back in my easy chair.

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SURFING

Grab your board and flip flops
Meet you at the beach
No time to waste, the surf is up
Wake up, don’t go to sleep.

I’ve never seen waves like these
Nothing like this before
Paddle out, it won’t be long
You’ll be standing on your board.

Riding high, zig and zag
Flying thru the air
Those of you back on shore
Can’t help but stop and stare.

Fear of sharks and sea creatures
Keeps you safe on land
Our fearlessness and risk taking
You’ll never understand.

Every wave we can surf
Is a wave to be grateful for
We sit on our boards paddling out
Waiting for just one more.

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SEASHELLS AND CASTLES

Seashells and castles
Found at the beach
Clouds and rainbows
Just out of reach.

Umbrellas and coolers
Lawn chairs and surfboards
Shovels and buckets
Sitting down by the shore.

The ghost crabs make tunnels
Disappear underground
The children are playing
Seen running around.

The waves rolling in
The tides high and low
The wind picking up
The creatures below.

Seahorses, turtles
Starfish and crabs
The thought of them all
Makes you smile, makes you laugh.

A day on the beach
Under the sun
Spent swimming and playing
So exciting… such fun.

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HE WALKED INTO THE CAFE

He walked into the cafe
I’d seen him there before
He slowly looked around
As he came walking thru the door.

Dressed in jeans and a blue t shirt
His hair long, pushed to the side
Looked like he was a surfer
His shirt had been tie dyed.

He was tan and thin, though muscular
He stood up straight and tall
His cell phone rang a couple of times
Made no attempt to take the call.

Blonde hair, blue eyes… good looking
Seemed independent and quite confident
Found out he owned a gym in town
And cared a lot about the environment.

Donated to saving the turtles and fish
Taught surfing on the side
Hung out a lot at a bar I knew
Downtown called “The Rising Tide”.

Had broken up with a local girl
He was with her quite awhile
He looked over at me sitting there
Surprisingly, he smiled.

I was drinking a cup of coffee
Never expected him to talk to me
He asked if I’d mind if he sat down
Did I want some company?

I felt my heart skip a beat
I tried to remain calm
He quietly introduced himself
Said his friends all call him , Tom.

After awhile it was time to go
He asked for my cell number
I gave him one of my business cards
He was surprised I was a drummer.

My band played at “The Rising Tide”
On Thursday nights and weekends
Said he’d stop by on Saturday
Hoped he’d get to see me then.

That day was the beginning
We’ve been together ever since
A chance meeting at a cafe
Who knew we’d be best friends?

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FIND A BETTER WAY

You try and find your center
You strive for balance everyday
Your goal to remain focused
Don’t let stress get in the way.

The pain, the daily struggle
Gets harder, though you try
Looking for the answers
Always asking…why?

Acceptance …. your daily mantra
Passing judgement…. your nemesis
You have your own demons to worry about
Theirs are none of your business.

Clear your mind of clutter
Your house and workplace, too
Straighten out the chaos
Be a better you.

Acts of random kindness
Give you a feeling of self worth
Broaden your horizons
Find your purpose on this earth.

You’re but a tiny speck of sand
On the beach, upon the shore
You’re not the center of the universe
Stop expecting more.

Step back and gain perspective
The grass isn’t greener on the other side
Learn to count your blessings
Stop giving into pride.

The seven sins are deadly
There to tempt and tantalize
You have to work much harder
Wake up and realize.

Time is passing by so quickly
Make the most of everyday
Do your best to ease your mind
To find a better way.

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ROCKET LAUNCH

Rocket launches, balls of fire
Fill the sky before your eyes.
Man made marvels of awe and wonder
The ground shakes, it roars like thunder.

The piercing sound, the earth’s vibration
Awakens you from a deep slumber
You watch the rocket disappear
Into the darkness….you feel the rumble.

Deep space so far above our heads
Years of treasured speculation
Now captured in only seconds
As the sky awaits and beckons.

The pull of gravity… ignored
The rocket climbs on high
Those below in control
Can’t help but, beam with pride.

There within the tower below
They have achieved their mission
The rocket now light years away
Propelled by dreams and vision.

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A MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE

A message in a bottle
Had been tossed into the sea
The waves had carried it many miles
There it was… lying at my feet.

As I looked the bottle over
I could see the note inside
The contents sealed and intact
Washed ashore with the evening tide.

Like a genie in a bottle
I was fearful to unleash
The contents of the bottle
Found on this sandy beach.

Did I dare uncork the bottle
Read the note not intended for me
But come upon by mere chance
And found haphazardly?

Was it possibly a plea for help
Or a love letter written in the sand
By someone desperate and passionate
Perhaps a sad and lonely man.

I popped the cork, no second thoughts
I reached for the note inside
Once removed and carefully read
I sat down, I wept , I cried.

In time I pulled myself together
I placed the message back inside
Sealed the bottle with the cork
Then waited for the tide.

The bottle now safely on its way
To many distance shores
Hoping it will find the one
It was intended for.

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