The Sleeping Giant

A Sleeping Giant

Lies breathing between continents

In and out its chest rises and falls

A Shrek of a guy most of the time

Children and adults float

Bouncing on his crest

Squealing with delight

On bubbles of air

But beware

Of the Ides of October

When tossing and turning

Nightmares return

Thrashing coughing

Scaring all who once played on his chest

Fear and trepidation

Waters rise

Winds howl

Floods come up

Big Blow AKA Delta

Brings Halloween early

All Tricks

No Treats

Wide awake

Nightmare passes

Giant sleeps once more

Fans have nowhere to lay their heads

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Photos Dwight L. Roth

The Hatteras Light

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We visited the Hatteras Lighthouse, on North Carolina’s Outer Banks, many years ago when the ocean was cutting away at its feet! The beautiful waves lapping the beach, serene in the summer, turns choppy and deadly during the fall hurricane season. At that time, plans were being worked on to save the lighthouse from being washed into the sea.  A few years later engineers worked out a way to dig under the lighthouse and set it on rails. From there they moved it slowly, just inches a day, until it was inland far enough away from the eroding shoreline.  A new foundation was built under it and it is now open once again for summer visitors.

Majestic lighthouse

Moved to solid ground

Ships still see the light

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

 

Ocean Millipedes

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Ocean piers are such interesting objects. They stretch out into the water beyond the breakers standing on fragile piling of wood.  Wonderful for fishing, they draw lots of people to their ends.  Casting line in the water men and women sit there waiting patiently for a bite. As I walk under the pier, I see the planks and bolts holding it together. It is strong but the next hurricane has the potential to twist it out of shape or tear it out of the water.

Ocean Millipedes

Pier stands strong // feet in the sand

Fall Storm // twists backbone

 

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Photos: Dwight L. Roth

Safe Harbor

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The thought of harboring our children in safe places came to mind, when Lillian at d’verse asked us to write a Quadrille of 44 words using the word harbor. It brought to mind two of my favorite songs: Teach Your Children Well  and Cat’s in the Cradle. With all the violence and mayhem going on around us, children no longer can feel safe, even while at school. Home should be that safe haven where our children need not fear and were loving relationships are the primary goal.

Harbor children well

In safe places // from the gale

Shower them with love’s rain

Watch them grow // unfurl their sail

Ships built strong // with loving care

Ready to face swells

Life’s hurricanes // and wind’s wails

Anchored by our care…

Harbor children’s souls with Love

 

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iPhone Photos: Dwight L. Roth

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Evening Rainbow

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I saw this beautiful rainbow when I arrived at choir practice this evening. I decided it was worth being late in order to capture these photos. With a hurricane coming our way tomorrow everyone grows concerned. In spite of the storm, people of faith believe that God is in control of all that happens. The rainbow is a representation of his love and grace in our life!

Evening rainbow glows

reminding us who’s in charge

just before the storm

Hurricane Florence churns off the coast

All rainbows gone tomorrow

 

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iPhone Photos: Dwight L. Roth

Standing Alone

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Night Light
Towering above dunes gnawed by ocean waves
Stands a monument of engineering
Seeking some souls to save
A beacon of light to prowling ships in the night
Specters of the sea
Those who listen… who shake with fright
Will live to see dry land tonight
Light piercing darkness guides a ship all alone
Flashing danger ore a graveyard
Of lost ship’s bones
A brick and mortar giant of clay
Calls excited children to come and play
Or climb the winding backbone of steel
And dream of one day steering a ship’s wheel
And every night the mirror shines
Reflecting the light within
Through hurricanes, lightning, wind, and rain
Into the black of night again
Children and parents have all gone home
The dark waves pound the shore
Standing strong it’s all alone
Knowing some ships sail no more
Rain and hail beat the window panes
But the light of life never wains
Ships toss on the rolling foam
The colossal stands alone

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Photo of the Boddie Lighthouse near Nags Head, NC

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

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Earth’s Sleeping Giant

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Visiting the ocean is like visiting a sleeping volcano! No one expects either to blow when we are looking from the edge. But, the ocean like the volcano should never be taken for granted. They can both erupt with tremendous power in a very short time. I wrote this poem when Hurricane Matthew came blowing up the coast. The Sleeping giant rolled over and woke up for a time and those in its path paid the price.

The Sleeping Giant

A Sleeping Giant

Lies breathing between continents

In and out its chest rises and falls

A Shrek of a guy most of the time

Children and adults float

Bouncing on his crest

Squealing with delight

On bubbles of air

But beware

Of the Ides of October

When tossing and turning

Nightmares return

Thrashing coughing

Scaring all who once played on his chest

Fear and trepidation

Waters rise

Winds howl

Floods come up

Big Blow AKA Matthew

Brings Halloween early

All Tricks

No Treats

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

 

Seabones

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Shipwreck
Old ship bones lie buried and rotten
Reflecting a story that’s long forgotten
Symbol of strength
Pride of the ocean
An ill fate soon to be gotten
Flag blowing from the high mast
White billowing sails
Long days on the wide open ocean
Casting their fates t’will soon be too late
As the sun goes to sleep without motion

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Port of call on islands across the Caribbean
With many wild stories to tell
Rum and Sugar and maybe some gold
With pirates hot on their tail
Drinking sweet rum in the late evening sun
Singing songs of women with assets
Dead heads in the morning pounding their skulls
Trying to find a way to get past it

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Red sky that morning gave an ominous warning
Of danger north of Hatteras
Straight into the gale without any quale
She drove as the storm came at us
If they’d been there before we don’t know for sure
They surely did not remember
Since they rode without fear on this ghost ship of death
Into the ill-fated storm of September
Gargantuan waves crashed over the bow
Drowning out the sailors’ last cry
Cargo and ship sank into the dip
As the cane of September swept by

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Pounded and broken the ship in a swoon
Without sailor or cargo or sail
Everything had been cast the ship heaved its last
To lie in its grave in the dunes

For the next hundred years entombed in the sand
It took its rest without moving
Until a cane of October came washing over
Leaving open its coffin for viewing
Now families with children climb high on the dunes
Assuming but never knowing
Ships’ bones tell no tales
That’s left to me
And my imagination’s still growing

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Nags Head, NC Shipwreck photo: Dwight L. Roth

Painting – All is Lost: Dwight L. Roth

Rotten to the Core

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Rotten to the Core

Even the giants can be rotten to the core

Beautiful on the outside and not much more

A view that makes folks ooh and aah

Shake their heads admiringly he’s come very so far

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Strong bulging limbs give appearance of strength

Wide spread arms are open full length

Children enjoy his shade climbing high in his arms

Higher they climb without fear or alarm

Yelling and hollering,  “Mom look at me!”

Dads down below asking, “Wbat do you see?”

This old giant’s been around for very many  years

Seen wind and rain and even a few tears

But now he gone ready for the flames

Lying on the ground on a horizontal plane

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No one knew he was rotten to the core

Everyone thought he would last a few more

But when that fateful wind gripped his strong limbs

He fell with a crash no holding back the wind

When all had gathered to wonder and know more

They saw to their shock he was hollow and rotten to the core

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Things take their toll when death comes knocking at your door

Especially when you’re hollow and rotten to the core

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Photos: Dwight L Roth

Shipwreck

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Our boys loved going to Nags Head, NC to spend time on the beach. The old Ship Wreck is an interesting attraction. It would come and go in the sand depending on how many hurricanes we had that season. We always looked at this massive hull and wondered what must have happened. I decided to write this poem to give my version of the events that left it buried in the sand all these years.

Shipwreck

Old ship bones lie buried and rotten

Reflecting a story that’s long forgotten

Symbol of strength

Pride of the ocean

An ill fate soon to be gotten

Flag blowing from the high mast

White billowing sails

Long days on the wide open ocean

Casting their fates t’will soon be too late

As the sun goes to sleep without motion

Port of call on islands across the Caribbean

With many wild stories to tell

Rum and Sugar and maybe some gold

With pirates hot on their tail

Drinking sweet rum in the late evening sun

Singing songs of women with assets

Dead heads in the morning pounding their skulls

Trying to find a way to get past it

Red sky that morning gave an ominous warning

Of danger north of Hatteras

Straight into the gale without any quale

She drove as the storm came at us

If they’d been there before we don’t know for sure

They surely did not remember

Since they rode without fear on this ghost ship of death

Into the ill-fated storm of September

Gargantuan waves crashed over the bow

Drowning out the sailors’ last cry

Cargo and ship sank into the dip

As the cane of September swept by

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Pounded and broken the ship in a swoon

Without sailor or cargo or sail

Everything had been cast the ship heaved its last

To lie in its grave in the dunes

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For the next hundred years entombed in the sand

It took its rest without moving

Until a cane of October

Came washing over

Leaving open its coffin for viewing

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Now families with children climb high on the dunes

Assuming but never knowing

Ships’ bones tell no tales

That’s left to me

And my imagination’s still growing

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Photo and painting by Dwight L. Roth

Photo of old shipwreck near Nags Head, NC