making waves

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boats, chess, night, ocean, poetry, Relationships, sea, waves

Chess pieces
looking out to sea
to see over the Pacific Ocean
where boats shadowed the hulls of oily tankers
whose freight bound toward Asia

The waves on my shore weren’t phased
they kept rolling in
only the chess pieces controlled all the moves
horses
standing aside
stalking the unaware
rooks aloft in their corner
frightened yet aware
kings then queen’s upright
overlooking their thrifty pawns
bishops stood amidst the chess
above that moonlit gleam

Enough I finally thought
the oceans wearied my lot
ships have all passed by
boats moved home to rest
yet have those waves continue
breaking forever more
move those chess pieces onward
into the oceans roar
let night falls grace consume me
making waves upon my shore

Bondi

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Australia, beach, Bondi, poem, poetry, rain, tourists, waves

Two branches shaded the outside lamp
dampness scuttled down Military Road
slowing only to round the bend
that fell into Bondi

Cars
chasing night sounds below
tourists
their buses had all gone home

Crashing against the foreshore
the waves collided with northbound traffic
distant steps stood
to Bondi’s northern gate

He heard an echo
of rubber to tar
the rattle of chain
a fallen sigh
the drip of rain
Bondi

saturdays

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ocean, poem, poetry, water, waves

The radio wavered in then out of frequency
birds hovered in clusters above schools of fish
one or two gulls escaping skyward
beyond those cliff top’s into the blue
waves of water foamed into rocks beneath
occasionally reaching that second platform
where they would lye out the day
resting in pools, content with their lot

Yet boats passed by
the water slowly evaporated
birds moved in search of another bounty
as she sat
staring into Saturday
with its white capped water
asking her  to wave
to participate
to smile

The seaside

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beach, creative writing, poem, poetry, sand, seaside, summer, surfing, waves

She didn’t really sleep
just dozed
rolling on her side
before resting again
like the small wave unable to reach the shoreline
gathering back up and moving again out to sea
then meandering north to another beach.

Trees covered people
or children
to lazy to wear hats
as they jumped and splashed their way into the deep
flags continued to wave at him
beyond a glass like exterior
reflecting an outside world
removed and distant

To far away to divine
to lazy to feel challenged
he rested
until those running feet and high pitched scream’s wound back his clock
to where blue filled days washed with palm laden headlands surrounded his soul
silencing the questions
bringing to life her face
she awoke, with eyes smiling
before lying on her side
his side.

The last wave rider stretched sideways then up
toward another morning with pink filled sky
of broken mountains, covered with fog
riders closer to shore accepted smaller waves
dancing toward the palm trees ashore
on shorter fibreglass craft
he sat upright
hands on knees
surveying two smaller islands to the east
where sunlight lay
a seagull followed a fishing boat north
then returned
only to land
where the wet sand meets the dry
the water line returned again to the ocean

Leaving the seagull to ponder on a dry, softer bed of sand
lulling over another wave, the furthest from shore
he waited
only to sit up again
arms upon knees
now his wave approached
white water washing him up

He stood to search for an unbroken face
a glassy crest
upwards then down
pirouetting aloft
fast then slow
slowly met by that white water again
with it’s ever racing speed, crushing, surging, and swallowing

Beach
breakfast
salt
salty hands
the last wave slept
amidst a seagull lined shore
beneath that cluster of surfers
inviting him to return
to surf

chasing the moonlight

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fingering, hips, juice, licking, love, lust, ocean, palm trees, Relationships, stockings, water, waves

Justin watched as the sea breeze blew
between the glass panels on their balcony
riding up her stockings
to push her silk dress upward
to dance within the night air
only to then fall above her knees

Amy toyed with her wine glass
removing her lipstick from the crest
before leaning further out
to take in the evenings spirit
waves, crashing against their rocks
sand, angling in then further out
palm trees, bowing then rising once more

Justin’s eyes travelled above her waist
drinking quietly in her stance
before returning to his film
I should pay more attention
he thought
before returning as if in a split second
to the pending final scene

Wine in hand
approaching the tiles
a moonlit sky
beyond stars for miles
Justin leaned in
to romance his painting
his hands now indulging
lifting and straightening
to divine beneath the dress
her stockings then her briefs

Amy arched back
sensing some relief
as his finger met her wetness
her gorgeous love for him
tightening around his knuckles
to slowly take him in
nights spent swimming outside
then training within her gym
had prepared her for this moment
strengthening her every limb

Then Justin leaned slightly lower
removing her fully clothed legs
to part her tender beauty
reminding her of his tongue
in then out he manoeuvred
searching her wanton pleasure
up then down he canvassed
in love with her hidden treasure

In the grip of stronger wind
Justin felt his girl buckling
unable to stand without rescinding
her open hips leading to moisture
with one hand now deep in the swelling
Amy came screaming then moaning
as lips met his tongue then his thirst
in her powerful quivering burst

Justin moved further back
to capture his half naked bride
listening to her now anxious plea’s
to enter her deep inside
as slowly unbuckling his need
Justin was then captured by her warm
his firm butt aglow in the moonlight
his heartbeat racing before the storm