Long Beachgoers Poems

I had for long been an arborist, enthusiastically caring for the trees,
Like a grasshopper immersed in a green world, is glad for all he sees.

I had always loved nature, having begun gardening when I was...

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I wave vaguely toward a boat in the distance, but
can't think of what I would say if they invited me on board.
"That seems excessive kindness," I say, but a voice laughs in my head,
"Yeah, but...

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June’s warm sun had made the lake inviting
“Let’s swim across,” I said without a care
“But it looks quite far to the other side,”
He replied meekly; I issued a dare

For five-hundred yards he followed behind
Splashing, perhaps...

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Find places for meditation,
a strawberry path leading
to mysterious backwoods...
hear the woodpeckers
drilling through bark,
how frightening they are at dusk!


Meet the jolly woodscutter
gathering the fallen trunks
of cherry oak for a winter's fire...
or for furniture like coffetables and...

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Find places for meditation,
a strawberry path leading
to mysterious backwoods;
hear the woodpeckers drill through bark...
how frightening they are at dusk!

Meet the jolly woodscutter
gathering the fallen trunks
of cherry oak for a winter's fire...
or for furniture like coffee...

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The little ripples on the sea soon stir into larger waves
Like those in the land of the free, soon everyone caves
Approaching on the shoreline of beachgoers so tanned
Thinking everything will be fine with that line...

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This beach without shady palm trees
is the chosen playground of harsh winds,
its sand is drier than the Sarah's desert;
nobody lays on a blanket to soak up sunshine,
not even kids play handball smelling a tempest...
and be...

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My life was a river, and I was a willow twig, 
Bobbing on a creek toward the sea.
Strong, fast, lively children tried to catch me and failed.
The greatest sports hero, I dreamed I'd be.  
A boy and...

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Seafarer sat by the turbulent sea
Watching the offing and watching the waves;
Smiling with small teeth, the color of tea
Recalling journeys and the friends he’d made;

Photographs earmarking the good ole days,
The mariner clutched inside his hands
He...

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The ocean, eternal, spreads wide
Reflecting slate, somber storm clouds
While beachgoers, eight stories down,
Gather towels and scurry fast
From a squall shedding white lightning,
Dull, delayed drumbeat of thunder
Touching my ears as your fingers
Cover my hand on the...

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And there she was, a triple sweet treat
Earth, wind, and fire under the sun
She moved eyes as she began to run
With white sand blushing  under her feet
The waves and wind chimed into her beat
The...

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You know that feeling at the airport
Watching passengers arrive
As you’re about to board?
Or at a restaurant
Asking for the check
As the guy at the other table is about 
To devour a 28 ounce Prime Aged Porterhouse...

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