Love of Her
desire is the motivation behind great achievement
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love
echoing
solitary alone
near the grey sea
walking at the shore
who else am I going to be
when I am not being only me
just be yourself whoever you are
emotion by the ocean longing for her
it’s a new beginning in reflections of desire
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
dance to the end of love
whomsoever you may become
Dreams and Seascapes
there’s nothing better than walking on the beach
witnessing the dawn come up like thunder across the bay
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haunting music of the wind
wave counterpointed, pink sky echoed
frames the seascape bowl with solitary figure walking
against a challenged world struggling
changing, but ever the same
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
a winter’s dawn
over a wine-dark sea
Scenes on Sunday ~ Winter Mirror
the sea was as hard and grey as a winter mirror
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
and now the sea
but through a glass, darkly
Scenes on Sunday ~ Winter Seascapes
we dream in colours borrowed from the sea and the sky
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
the peace of a winter’s morning
Sails and the Sea
Life is like sailing, you can use any wind to go in any direction
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scattered like butterflies
under grey autumn skies
reflected and mirrored
haze shimmered and silvered
riding the send of the sea
against a rising tide
ignoring our dreams
our plans and schemes
the sea has a life of it’s own
seems we can’t have it all
for I’m I’m no Bogy
and sadly you’re no Bacall
this is not Key Largo
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
I must go down to the sea again
Scenes on Sunday ~ Beaches
A beachcomber is a man at peace with Life.
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
California Beaches have a charm of their own
Scenes on Sunday ~ The Sea
You can’t cross the sea by standing and staring at the water.
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
Aphrodite was born nubile from the sea
Scenes on Sunday ~ Beaches
The sea rewards those men who have love in their heart.
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
Marmaduke likes the beach too
the cruel sea
a goddess rose from the sea, to tear male hearts asunder
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cruel love’s eyes
a bleak winter mirror
seen through a glass, darkly
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
there is naught so cruel as the sea
cast as a mirror of man’s soul
Dreams of Inner Peace
Hold infinity in your soul, and eternity in your dreams
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haunting music of the wind, wave counterpointed, kaleidoscope echoed
wildly framed the seascape bowl with solitary figure slowly walking
alone against a world struggling, changing but ever the same
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
men, mankind, tide, and time change
but the sea is the ever the same
