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Night On The Beach
Contributed by
BRONZEN
on
Sunday, 11th June 2006 @ 04:00:13 PM in AEST
Topic:
fantasy
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The stars are twinkling as I gaze up in the heavens
the night is warm while Im enjoying the vision
Walking on the beach my hair blowing in the wind
my feet feel so cool as they deepen in the sand
My mind is set on idle and my spirit is in settlement
the scent of the ocean gives of my nightly fragrance
Sensation of the warmth has me silken with moisture
making my bronze body glisten from the touch of oils
My sarong is swaying brushing against me without care
sending chills down my spine as if someone is here
Ive made the sand my bed just for this littlle while
and let my imagination give me a masculine profile
Copyright ©
BRONZEN
... [
2006-06-11 16:00:13]
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Re: Night On The Beach
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by WorthlesSanity666 on
Sunday, 11th June 2006 @ 04:45:09 PM AEST
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| Beautiful! It made ME feel at ease. It felt like I was there myself. Very good! I didn't care for the masculine profile bit, but I'm just one person. ;-) |
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Re: Night On The Beach
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 11th June 2006 @ 08:33:16 PM AEST
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Oh, I was just speaking about the ocean, how I want so much to visit it. I love poems about the ocean, the beach, sea.. your poem allowed me to see so much view.
I love the sounds of those crying seagulls, feel of the wet sand, the salty air, breeze blowing in my face and hair.
I love the water, the sky, the gentleness,
I love to look for shells,
I love those little beach crabs how they run in the sand, as if the breeze carries them,
I love lighthouses,
I love to make sandcastles,
I love it all, its so carefree
and.. I love your poem
I love the title
....its time for me to go to the ocean, or write a poem about it ... lol.
I get lonely for it, I must go listen to my seashell, put it to my ear, to hear the ocean. My grandmother taught me, the ocean is in there. I still believe it. Of course its in there. Its magic, just like your beautiful poem.
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Re: Night On The Beach
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by Man_On_High on
Sunday, 11th June 2006 @ 11:18:08 PM AEST
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..this is just what the doctor ordered.. no?.. a fitting follow-up to: "My day for Play"
nice.. (I hope you get to sooner than later)
great work~
B. |
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Re: Night On The Beach
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by emystar on
Monday, 12th June 2006 @ 01:53:27 AM AEST
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I reminds me of a weekend at Daytona beach. Very nice fantasy.
Huggs, smiles,
emy |
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Re: Night On The Beach
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by ButchHoward on
Monday, 12th June 2006 @ 08:28:02 AM AEST
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There is something magical about walking by the ocean, alone with your thoughts. A peaceful and gentle place to ponder one' s innermost thoughts. I also felt like I was there -beautiful descriptive verses.
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Re: Night On The Beach
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by KarlaMarie on
Monday, 12th June 2006 @ 09:08:41 AM AEST
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For a minute there i was back at schoolies sitting in the sand... the beaches where i went where beautiful and this brought back those thoughts and feelings!!!
I need another schoolies now!! All your fault!! lol
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Re: Night On The Beach
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by Former_Member on
Monday, 12th June 2006 @ 05:31:44 PM AEST
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What's nice about us poets writing fantasy into our work is that we can write it and resolve t' make it itinerary. Go live it, Bro! Great work!
wabl
KenMoore
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