| Poetry |
| These are just a few of my favorites. Please do not copy any of these in any form. Beverly |
Pacifica
Ah, Pacific
Sunshine and bare feet
Where the hippies and the yuppies meet
Ride the surf together
Dream of peace
Ah, Pacific
You swallow us and spit us on the beach
As children, careless and cute
You wash away our pretense and our business suits
You may wash away our castles too
But we'll be back to build them all anew
Ah, Pacific
Sunshine and bare feet
Where the hippies and the yuppies meet
Ride the surf together
Dream of peace
Ah, Pacific
You swallow us and spit us on the beach
As children, careless and cute
You wash away our pretense and our business suits
You may wash away our castles too
But we'll be back to build them all anew
“All aboard!” the Captain roared,
“It’s time we’re bound for sea.
Stow yer gear, report back here -
This journey aint for free.”
The dreamer and the worthy man
Called by the salty sea
Hand in hand we left the land
In true humility
Anchor weighed and sails fly
Drawn by hidden force
Misty waters kept from sight
The true nature of our course
Once provisions all consumed
Leave only bitter trays
Of table scraps, stolen moments
And sorry yesterdays
The Northern storms with icy hail
Come driving us apart
We save the ship and all her crew
With callused hand and heart
Winds of tempest, swells of deep
Neptune takes his toll
The furies shake our mizzen mast
But the worthy anchor holds
Sands spill from the hourglass
Time’s both friend and foe
Tattered sails, like hands in prayer
For gentler winds to blow
Contentment comes for neither one,
How weary are we two
I still believe that love’s enough
To keep me bound to you
Tides are turning, still we’re learning -
Squall and rage and gale
When I languor you’re my anchor
Can I be your sail?
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| "Callie" by Bruce Goldish |
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The Artist
Moving sands and breathing seas
Living little ironies
Troubled times and foolish lives
Darkening the skies
The artist with the smears of life
Blood and water on her knife
Red and blue and white and green
Discovering the scene
Little brushes on their knees
Silly little ironies
Painting what their blind eye sees
So who’s the master…they?
Or me?
Make it thus and this and so
Tell us, teacher, don’t you know
We have yet to offer time
A chance to make us thine?
Little children on their heads
Light upon their bouncing beds
See the world in truth but yet…
Cannot see at all
Only time will tell us so
The fickle face of time will show
But what will it see?
The sky, the sea, the child…
Or me?
Moving sands and breathing seas
Living little ironies
Troubled times and foolish lives
Darkening the skies
The artist with the smears of life
Blood and water on her knife
Red and blue and white and green
Discovering the scene
Little brushes on their knees
Silly little ironies
Painting what their blind eye sees
So who’s the master…they?
Or me?
Make it thus and this and so
Tell us, teacher, don’t you know
We have yet to offer time
A chance to make us thine?
Little children on their heads
Light upon their bouncing beds
See the world in truth but yet…
Cannot see at all
Only time will tell us so
The fickle face of time will show
But what will it see?
The sky, the sea, the child…
Or me?
Portraits - Murals - Landscapes
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16 X 20 Oil $100
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