Reaching for the bottle and pouring out a healthy shot
Under the full moon on a tropical beach
Maybe this summons the spirit of a legendary pirate, or at least a wannabe one who can dance
Rum (an acrostic poem)
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Paradise (an acrostic poem)
Putting my toes in the ocean with the wind in my hair and the heavy scent of salt in the air
And if not then a crystal clear lake with cabins and joy all around
Rural roads with mile upon mile of fresh blacktop and not a car in sight
A strong wind during twilight bringing the fresh smell of a coming storm
Dark night under the stars, friends to either side sharing stories and jokes
Icy cold in contrast to a bright sun reflecting off a virgin snowfall
Surreally painted skies at the beach, good tunes on the radio, watching the sun sink slowly off stage west
Everyone should occasionally go to their special place to recharge their soul in their own …
Buggy (an acrostic poem)
Bounding the dunes without a care in the world
Under the glittering stars high above
Giving a middle finger to the rest of the jealous, stressful world
Going to do this forever and nothing was going to stop me
Yet that’s when the car’s computer crashed and left me stranded on the God-forsaken beach all alone
Treasure (an acrostic poem)
The sand blew across the beach, stinging Ray’s face
Roaring waves ran themselves onto the shore
Everything screamed pirate to him
And to think the chest could be buried right below his feet
So many years ago his grandfather had hinted about this very place
Under the tropical sun, Ray was finally ready to prove the old man right
Reaching for his shovel he began to dig, looking for the possible riches
Eventually Grandpa laughed, picking Ray up and carrying him into the surf
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The Tides Have Turned (a 100 word story)
I captured my true love’s heart playing among the ocean’s surf. I was overjoyed, yet saddened at the same time. She means so much to me, but I had wanted solitude at that moment.
I had left her last week, hoping the pain of our breakup would begin to dull. Alas, here among those playful waves she worked her way back into my life. Because of my devotion to her, she and I will go sailing far over the horizon together again.
This time I’ll make sure her waterlogged corpse doesn’t get loose and wash up on the beach again.
Water (an acrostic poem)
Waves crashing on the beach
A metronome of change
Terraforming the shoreline
Eventually the old is no more
Releasing the new upon the world
An Unknown Story (told in verse)
Both were held in contempt of court
Two pairs of jeans found on the beach
They witnessed it all
But they refuse to testify
Never Short On Words 
