Allure

The allure of the ocean
calls often to me
whenever I’m taken
away from the sea
So I have to return
as one does for a friend
as its magic and beauty
has no limit or end

And looking out to the waves
as I stand on the shore
I know that I’ll always
come back here for more

©Jemverse

Photo – Shoreham beach, West Sussex – Jempics

Seaside

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On the wall is a sign
that points to Seaside
It points the right way
and we’ve nothing to hide
For just ten minutes walk
takes us down to the shore
It’s a privilege yes, and
we’d not ask for more

And I’ll tell you right now
full advantage we take
for it would be a crime not to
for goodness sake!
And we need no reminder
but the sign on the wall
points to the place
that we love most of all

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

The song of every ocean

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I know you’ve probably heard this
many times before
And the last thing that I want
is for it to be a bore

But the song I hear each morning
at the beginning of a day
Is something I must shout about
in each and every way

It’s the song of every ocean
sung by every sea
And as I live right next to one
it’s one that’s sung to me

It’s a song of many timbres
some are joyful, some are sad
But the melody will always
leave me feeling glad

So I just wanted one more time
to share the song with you
And hope that you’ll indulge me
and maybe hear a little too

©Jemverse

Down to the sea

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Finished my work
wandered down to the sea
the freshening breeze
appealing to me
Watched the waves crash
there on the beach
above the tideline
and just out of reach
Stayed there a while
with salt in the air
content to just stand
and simply be there

©Jemverse

Waters Edge

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The lapping sea
The water cold
The breakwater
The very old
The ocean song
The greying sky
The water sound
The seagull cry
The sand beneath
The seaweed there
The coming tide
The pensive stare
The beach which is
The everything
The Waters edge
The eyes that sing

©Jemverse

The voice of the ocean

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Once again as it has
throughout all these years
the voice of the ocean
came to dry all my tears
It spoke and it healed
as it washed over me
And its salt-crested waves
gathered me to the sea
The voice of the ocean
as healer and friend
one to which I’ll return
always in the end

©Jemverse

Like a wave

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Sometime a whisper
or maybe a shout
Occasionally quiet
but mostly a lout
Always moving
restless, unstill
Rising and breaking
and crashing at will
Demanding respect
its power complete
Ignored at one’s peril
with anger replete
Chameleonic it changes
reflecting the sky
with colours to match
and please every eye
It is fickle and change
with no virtue to save
Every one different
from the sea, like a wave

©Jemverse

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