In the cold dark deep
Below the cobalt blue sea
Like a fish he breathes
Category: Nature – Poetry and Hiking
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Poem – White Sand
Life beside the ocean,
under golden sun drenched rays of red,
time is no longer the enemy,
when the tropics fill your head.
Among the white sand,
you will lose your self control,
don’t fight it,
just let it take your soul.
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Poem – Corona
Crack open your beer,
decorate it with lime.
Let the laid back mood take over,
for this is perfect time.
Cold and refreshing,
this beer in your hand.
Kicked back in the shade of a palm,
enjoying a Calypso Band.
The steel drums they echo,
they ring and they sing.
Losing just that little bit of edge,
life’s little sting.
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Haiku – Hurricane Rainbands
Wrapped around the eye
Green monster on the radar
Flooding homes and lives
A rainband is a cloud and precipitation structure associated with an area of rainfall which is significantly elongated. Rainbands can be stratiform or convective,[1] and are generated by differences in temperature. When noted on weather radar imagery, this precipitation elongation is referred to as banded structure.[2] Rainbands within tropical cyclones are curved in orientation. Tropical cyclone rainbands contain showers and thunderstorms that, together with the eyewall and the eye, constitute a hurricane or tropical storm. The extent of rainbands around a tropical cyclone can help determine the cyclone’s intensity.
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Poem – On The Beach
The palm trees blow easy behind me,
yellow sand shifts between my toes.
Standing in the shallow surf on an island,
a quiet little place nobody knows.
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Poem – Solitude III
The palms trees blow with the island breeze,
life moves by at an easy pace.
I’m just a castaway on a small tiny island,
far removed from the rat and the race.
I prop myself against a palm tree,
and crack open a frosty cold beer.
I then let the island life take over,
as I’m lead into a world without fear.
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Poem – Solitude II
Free as the white gull,
flying in the blue above.
Feeling the quite lull,
with an open and simple kind of love.
Within this secret place,
there is tranquility and peace,
providing a perfect gentle line,
from a world of violence,
that will never cease.
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Poem – Solitude
Sitting alone on a forgotten beach, watching the waves crest the shore.
His feet they nearly reach, as he sits upon the sandy floor.
He listens to the palms, conversing on the warm salty air.
They seem to whisper on the warm gentle breeze,
as the day wanders on without a care.
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Poem – Honeysuckle
When I run,
I love to smell,
Honeysuckle.
I love to see,
it hanging,
from the vines.
I love to see,
it blooming white.
I love to taste,
its nectar,
growing wild.
Yes,
I love the Spring,
the warm weather,
and
Honeysuckle.
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Poems – In A Tropical Mood
Nestled In The Tropics
Nestled in the tropics,
a little borrowed piece of sand,
a place full of endless margaritas,
listening to a calypso band.
A warm breeze off the ocean,
quickly drying the sweat upon my head,
mixing with the friendly locals,
talking to a woman dressed in red.
A familiar song comes out of the band,
a Jimmy Buffett kind of feel,
set against the atmosphere of palms,
with time the only thing to kill.
Senoritas
On my boat,
out at sea,
nothing but love,
all for me.
I feel the waves,
crashing around,
I feel my boat,
on water’s ground.
Life at ease,
all for me,
just looking for tropical bars,
where I will be.
Sitting with a cold drink,
drinking Margaritas,
propped up on a stool,
kissing senoritas.
What a life,
just spinning around,
never stopping,
endless ground.
Just loving each day,
loving each night,
everything,
feeling so right.
A Wandering Dream
As I watch the boats,
setting sail upon the blue ocean,
I feel my heart rise,
lifting to a pirate notion.
Wanting to be among,
the motley cast and crew,
wanting to be a pirate,
if only for an hours few.
Alas, I am a mere dreamer,
casting out from the shore,
but how I love to cast,
if only for a moment, nothing more.
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Poem – The Hurricane
Churning over open waters,
nothing in its path.
Fueling fire inside itself,
destroying all within its wrath.
It starts as a depression,
forming slow and fast.
Then a tropical storm,
with a hurricane at last.
It grows angry upon the sea,
like a beast inside a cage.
Waiting to showcase its power,
in a last and final rage.
When at last it roars,
it will feast upon the land.
Taking all within its grasp,
dealing a final deadly hand.
Here it will die,
upon the grassy Earth.
Fighting till the bitter end,
showcasing all its worth.
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Poem – Pirates and Mermaids
ode to Pirates
Take to the seas,
a sailor’s life you please.
Plunder, pillage, do what you do,
man that ship – man that crew.
Pirates and Mermaids
of Pirates and Mermaids
I’ve heard told,
stories from sailors,
centuries old.
We know of pirates,
they did exist,
but of mermaids,
was there a twist?
Did the legend get changed?
year to year,
mouth to mouth,
ear to ear.
Maybe sea monsters,
or other things from the deep,
where down in its dark heart,
the secrets it keeps.
Perhaps we will never know,
if mermaids did exist,
but of this I do know,
their legend is hard to resist.
ode to Mermaids
A sailors aid.
A deadly raid.
A siren song.
A luring wrong.
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Poems – It’s Midnight In Hawaii and The Lone Hammock*
It’s Midnight in Hawaii
Sitting in my little tiny beach hut,
far from the pounding surf,
nestled in among the trees – the palms,
castaway on my own gentle turf.
The moon reflects its golden rays,
upon the cigar smoke I swirl,
as I take flight in my swinging hammock,
with thoughts of the sweet Hawaiian girl.
She hulas into my mind,
with dreams of erotic passion,
I see her in the blue ocean surf,
her small bikini – her only fashion.
My thoughts are rustled,
a visitor at my tiny hut door,
she is the soft Hawaiian girl,
dropping sand upon the little beach hut floor.
We kiss in the warm night,
the moon at her soft brown back,
it’s midnight in Hawaii,
as I close the door to the tiny beach shack.
The Lone Hammock
Laced among two swaying palms.
Caressed in a swing like motion by the breeze.
Set upon a lone Hawaiian beach.
Where the winds of winter will never reach.
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