I am just starting to write poetry. What do you guys think?
The Beach Man Blues
On an off tilt stroll, through the cumbersome court,
Lay the sand of an unwanted shore.
While the settler sits, in a withering fort.
Winces the strength of melancholy bore .
The cello forces with dignity;
While the normal plays nice to the sax.
And the man just sits with lucidity,
With humanity slipping through cracks.
The rifleman glare, at the settlers tomb,
An umbrella just standing tall.
But he just sits alone, awaiting for boom
As the snipers continue to stall
His one man army, enjoying the sun
On a gleeful winter brought day
Awaiting the marksman, carrying shun
Of an ill struck overdue stay
Now settler’s tears, crowning full face
With the tundra of wave behind
The preachers along, trying to save grace
While the misfortune begins to resign
When he sits within, the fragile chair
The bricks break down to dust
A Corona in hand, not a single care
Just a handful of sand to thrust
Darkens the craze, of societies grief
Towards the settler just sitting on sand
Because he relaxes, with no sign of leaf
And snow capping the surface of land
The winter will soon bring new life
But will end the settler’s stay
He flees in the face of conformity
Until a snow struck, winter blown day
