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 Jul 2013 Timothy Brown
Marian
Lacy palm trees held the sky,
And below that ocean flowed on by,
Tiny seashells left on the cool sand;
And all around Twilight settles on all the land.

Salty breezes filled the air,
And I loved it there,
Sitting on the shore all day;
Gazing at the ocean, a million miles away.

The breezes begun a symphony,
Some sweet and nostalgic melody,
Played to the setting sun;
Our orchestra to me it seemed had just begun.

I breathed in the tranquility,
Of the ocean's harmony,
I was watching the sunset;
Where dreams and time had met.

Seated there upon the cool sand,
Lemonade in hand,
I was breathing in the its beauty;
Of a daydream in nostalgic harmony.

I don't want this moment to fade,
When the hibiscus on the shore balled,
I want to stay there forever;
I don't want this to end...ever!

*~Marian~
Another one of my ocean poems!!
Sorry, but I couldn't help it!!
I love nature especially the ocean!!! :) ~<3
 Jul 2013 Timothy Brown
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responded to Chuck's poet (Attention Great Poets)
 Jul 2013 Timothy Brown
Traveler
"I wish" she said, but I really never thought about it.
If she could read my thoughts, she'd melt in compassion's bliss, perhaps she'd know how bad I missed, the kiss I seek in vain, who can survive such rain and still maintain, I place no blame to that which I can not explain. But, yet what's with all the hate? Leave me to my tragic fate, *******.
We sat in the same abandoned library
but our words were tangled
to our own tongues
letting questions
subconsciously
consume
our wandering minds

Perhaps,
words are not clever enough
to arrange jumbled thoughts?

Perhaps,
words are too child's play
to find a way
out of paradoxical days?

Perhaps,
words are not tough enough
to carry that much
bitter tragedies
of dusty love stories?

Perhaps,
words are too clear
to cover
every wherefore
behind every tear?

Or
perhaps,
words are nothing but
words
you didn't spill them
since you *didn't love me
Am I right?
trickling drip-drops of foot prints echoing along-side the ocean shore...

i can feel you here.
                      can you, see --me?

the ocean screams at me in waves of you,
from the future; a vision comes to me...
soaked up in white and deeply saturated in orange fire-light.

can you, feel --me?
                        I see you.

bright ash of memories fade to dusty skies,
her presence memorialized now, by a thousand grain of sand's flowing down the half-moon, rolling on forever, knowing...

i am nowhere, without you.
 Jul 2013 Timothy Brown
Julianna
Gray. The gray walls. The gray desk. The gray chair.
Even the gray teacher stares back at me.

I look outside to only find myself in company with
The trees. The green, vibrant, and lush buds of the trees..
Oh, how I’m intoxicated by its beauty.

I keep staring out  the pain window glass..I am in the tree,
Touching the velvet buds, looking down at the purple, pink and Yellow roses and daises budding.
Nothing gray can be found here!

I am snapped out of my day dream by the gray paper and gray Pencil landing on my desk. The gray voice saying you have
A gray amount of time. It’s wrong…It’s wrong! It is
ALL wrong! What is heaven to hell, like gray to nature?
I long for freedom, color, and vibrance…not gray bars!
A jail cell! That is what it is!

Substance!
I need substance to sustain me or I will feel empty!
Time is ticking..the buds are turning..my life will
Soon be consumed by gray but I won’t let it! Break
Those gray bars holding you in this cell and just a
Touch upon those green buds…that new life…will
Make all the difference. I can not be put in this reality.

I live in my fantasy. I want to be free with the yellow
Sunshine raining on me. Back in my daydream..but
Now it is bitter-sweet you see. More! I want more
Than gray! I want to feel chills run down my spine as I
Touch the supple leaves of the willow trees and the buds
Of the daises.

The sunshine is pouring on me and I am
Just about to reach out and glide my fingers
Along the smooth branches…until I am snapped
Back into a reality.

I see gray. The teacher calls another gray amount
Of time. My paper is blank, but my mind is not.

It’s time to slump back into my gray world you see,
Because my Fantasy can’t last forever. Only until
The day I am resurrected when the final bells ring
Freeing me from society will the gray Melt away.
The gray teacher carries on and on...but I look back
Outside you see,
And I don’t feel so empty.
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