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All in 24
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All in 24 |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart 
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All in 24 The beaches are no longer ours, as a whole; state parks admit, admittance… Keeping the riff and raff away, for who wants to spend eight bucks for a day… Or ten, if the beach is more popular…how sad to see times go that way… I remember free…. I curried Gaviota, no pass it was owed ya… and walked the pier in quiet…only one fisher’s man to mind… gulls were waiting sharp, four feet close, they would depart, but all in all, the waves came in… Refugio demanded more, a surly woman maddening shores I would have paid and could have stayed, But for her look…then, I remembered El Capitan, the surly waves and rocky sand, And the guard, oh he remembered my Own new home town…we shared a word, laughs and smiles, He said “how long”, oh, “just a while” “go on” he said, and camera prone… I stood so long in time… Could I share this with you again, The long call shores, the laps of when, The waves met sand, so finely wrought, It curved to greet all that was caught, In curling white, it met me still, The force of waves, it brought a thrill, I hear the pound, released the frown Of all that costs… %20pipped.jpg) Then I went on to meet the one That makes one’s heart go greet the sun, The hand that winds a universe, All writ in love… And if you hear a melody, then know it’s in The heart of me, To sing a song, that still belongs… To poets we… For I would sing a song of love, To greet a poet we all love, Who feeds the strays that find their way…. To Martie’s home…. She feeds the doves, and creatures there Who find her home beyond compare, The cats and birds, who all live there… And Precious is her pet… There is a Bird, who grows its wings, A cockatiel, who truly sings, A Needful cat, whose blackened paws, All gives her love…. And then a peacock showed his self, A younger male…all on his own… Found his place, in Martie’s hand…. And at her home….  No one will Ever tell me so, That poets can’t speak tongues, oh no, oh no… There is a language all their own…. They speak…. …for all time, ….in love….. |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
"Could I share this with you again, The long call shores, the laps of when, The waves met sand, so finely wrought, It curved to greet all that was caught, In curling white, it met me still, The force of waves, it brought a thrill, I hear the pound, released the frown Of all that costs There are some things you just cannot put a price on...*smiling here* And then... "No one will Ever tell me so, That poets can’t speak tongues, oh no, oh no… There is a language all their own…. They speak…. …for all time, ….in love….." Yes, I wish I had gone with you Karilea.. to Martie's home..perhaps one day. This is lovely..thank you for sharing your trip with us. Hugs~ ~Autumn..the year's last, loveliest smile.~ |
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James_A_Fraser Senior Member
since 2003-09-03
Posts 972Out Making Anticlines |
They do indeed....some well, some only a little....but this one -- it is her native tongue....as you know. |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Karilea, sweet poet friend. I'm feeling a bit tongue tied at the moment...sniff. Thank you for being such a jewel.  |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
"I curried Gaviota, no pass it was owed ya… and walked the pier in quiet…only one fisher’s man to mind… gulls were waiting sharp, four feet close, they would depart, but all in all, the waves came in… Refugio demanded more, a surly woman maddening shores I would have paid and could have stayed, But for her look…then, I remembered El Capitan, the surly waves and rocky sand, And the guard, oh he remembered my Own new home town…we shared a word, laughs and smiles, He said “how long”, oh, “just a while” “go on” he said, and camera prone… I stood so long in time…" I feel like it was me who was just on vacation...  |
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Mysteria 
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
I am so glad you both shared a memorable visit that will stay forever in your hearts. |
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kayjay Member Elite
since 2002-06-24
Posts 2015Oregon |
To see such moments as you find in your camera's eye is a treat for a lifetime! Well told story. Ken Through rubble and trouble and dark of night |
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miscellanea Member Elite
since 2004-06-24
Posts 4060OH |
No one will Ever tell me so, That poets can’t speak tongues, oh no, oh no… There is a language all their own…. They speak…. …for all time, ….in love….. Yeppers, I think they do... Beautiful writing, Sunshine. The first part shocked me a bit. It's a shame the beaches aren't the same. I can't imagine paying $8 to see what God created. Please tell me that no one is charging to view a mountain! I really liked the contrast you showed by visiting Martie's home and many animals. missie |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
this brings forth warm hearted smiles especially significant for me...El Capitan was our beloved appoloosa's name... thank you for such lovely words and a visit with you to Martie...lucky gals you are... warm smiles and hugs..thank you |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
oh... oh.... OH........... I love this, I'm keeping this... The greatest beauty on earth, is |
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babygirlwlove Senior Member
since 2004-10-10
Posts 1180New York City |
niiiice visuals...(great ocean pic)....feeling the movement of the elements in this... **babygirL** |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
OMG how beautiful, the both of you and this and that, of course *smile* (your writing reminded me of Crystal Beach which is no longer here anymore) |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
"No one will Ever tell me so, That poets can’t speak tongues, oh no, oh no… There is a language all their own…. They speak…. …for all time, ….in love….." Oh indeed they do, absolutely beautiful this and you and Martie.  Mxx cuz fate is not just whose cooking smells good |
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