Bartender on the beach
Or so it seems
An endless supply of problems
Are presented
Over and over
With many sides
Interjecting
Platitudes
Of support
Riffing off the thoughts
First expressed
Always agreeing
What a true friend
You are
Always testing the waters
To stay on the right side
Oh it is so blessed to have
A bartender on the beach
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by Bill Ferguson
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Parking is a nightmare
Hordes of people flow
Idly
Looking down
Or absent in discussion
Not wanting attention
Hats askew
Towels over their shoulders
Searching
For the just right spot
Stuck between a water buffalo
And newspaper clipper
The water laps the shore
The wind gently rattling
The gulls soar and plop
On umbrellas and shelters
The air smells of suntan lotion
Loaded with spf’s
A clash of genres
Cover the airwaves
Frisbees find open spaces
Bouncing off the suntanning bodies
Children building sandcastles
Brave beauties
Dip their toes
Before languidly
Strolling down the beach
Feigning deep discussion
Until the sun begins to set
The waters calm
The gulls swim
The hordes thin
There is a trickle
Of brave hearts
Searching for a midnight swim
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by Bill Ferguson
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The view of the water
The clouds rushing by
The wind pushing and shoving
The challenge of the try
The thoughts contemplated
The ideas that are formed
Burbling with possibilities
Discussions that were stormed
Such are the days
Of miracle and wonder
Such are the days
Vivid in their hue
Such are the days
Of fascination
Such are the times
I spend with you
All the challenges
Exciting and new
The intrigue that is developing
Ambiance it imbues
The strength of the wind
The love that awaits
The beauty that surrounds me
Is enmeshed in good taste
I like gliding on water
The swish of the paddle
The gentle wind calling
I like burbling water
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by Bill Ferguson
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Curled up on the couch
Your coffee cup in my hand
An old scented shirt
Summer rain on demand
Whispered melodies
Carried away on the breeze
I linger longer
Hoping to hear you please
Gone are the days
When you paddled to my door
A new understanding
Has rocked me to my core
Gone are the days
When you paddled to my door
A new understanding
Is here for evermore
Dusky days coddle
My deeply darkened mind
I must not prattle
About being left behind
My thoughts are worried
I long to reach you now
Past the veil of silence
Under a weeping bough
Gone are the days
When you paddled to my door
A new understanding
Has rocked me to my core
Gone are the days
When you paddled to my door
A new understanding
Is here for evermore
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by Bill Ferguson
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Slow mornings
Not much to say
Shower then coffee
I’ll be on my way
Be at work
A long time before nine
People ask
Tell em I’m feeling fine
Slow evenings
Wander through town
Looking in windows
Really feeling down
Wondering what there is
Left for us to say
Tomorrow
Will be a better day
The Sun Also Rises
On the other side of our hearts
Peaking in windows
Early before we depart
Whisper on the wind
Listen as it says
The Sun Also Rises
On a brand new day
Late at night
Arms wrapped ‘round you
Quiet discussions
Movement from the blue
Quietly seeing
Moment of clear truth
Moments like this
Always tend to soothe
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by Bill Ferguson
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You asked the question
That drew me close to you
Significant meaning
Was ascribed by we two
Intellectual
Logical
Clearly we heard
A clarion call
We reached
Another level of commotion
We reached
Another level of emotion
We reached
Human instinct devotion
Feeling from the start
Our hearts strong promotion
Your eyes focused on me
Our hearts both read the need
Filling with intensity
Desirous in our heat
Physical
Rhythmical
Clearly we heard
The clarion call
We reached
Another level of commotion
We reached
Another level of devotion
We reached
Human instinct emotion
Feeling from the start
Our hearts strong promotion
Instinct leads us to feel this way
Something new happens every day
We reached
Another level of commotion
We reached
Another level of emotion
We reached
Human instinct devotion
Feeling from the start
Our hearts strong promotion
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by Bill Ferguson
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Butterflies
Flutter
On the wind
Taking the journey
To there
And back again
Thousands of miles
Trusted to their fate
Butterflies
Journeys
Are never late
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by Bill Ferguson
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The wind ripples
Over the blue waters
White caps rise
To their fate
Currents carry them
To distant shores
Urging them
To not be late
Cry me a river
Stand and deliver
Promises made
Promises kept
Cry me a river
What I’ve come to expect
Forest fires cleanse
Scrub nature clean
New experiences
Encouraging the unforeseen
Seedlings do sprout
As if it was their fate
New beginnings
Are never late
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by Bill Ferguson
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