Ocean Township High School - Sandpiper Yearbook (Oakhurst, NJ)

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Revelation At first unnoticed but then they discover Each Other the jotting down of a few numbers meaningless in singularity but ir; combination such anticipation! waiting waiting finally a date she fantasizes of the future too attached already a few parties, a movie or two experiencing yet still foreign day by day he goes through the motions calling speaking of trivia she grows frustrated realizing one night he goes too far she stops him and begins to open up they talk Deep things go well now talk of personal secrets closer finally on the phone late one night he decides to tell her she takes it well I still feel the same but when they hang up confusion, disbelief, doubt, Hurt confidence in the relationship shaken? strengthened? he constantly assures her she wants to believe give her time to accept the fact Kathy Basso i82 GARY If we had had the time to live our lives the way we had it planned, I'd have grown to be a woman, and you'd have been my man. Weld flown away to be alone and make love til we died. But along the way we got shortchanged of time, and love denied. All of my senses knew yours well, though we never shared a night. Yet, without the chill of an evening spent, you always touched me right. I'll try to save my heart for you, though I'm losing it ounce by ounce. But lill always remember my first love, and how sometimes almost counts. Lori Bonifitto i81 MEMORIES Memories, kept in a box. Stupid things that meant so much. Laughter and joy, Tears and sorrow Dreams we once had, Never to come to pass Letters of Love Letters of Hate. One day lill blow away the dust And open up the look. But maybes are just the same as Loves that once were, Never to be again. Leslie Schwartz '82 A poem is but a bunch of words With fancy beat and rhyme That tries to say the deepest things To last for all of time. But out of these eternal things One stands above the rest, And that one thing is human love - The thing we know best. Yet what we say we know the best ls still a mystery, As alterations come and go Like tides upon the lonesome sea. 80 with the tides our poems will change And bear new meaning every day; The floating themes will have no rest Until emotions are safe to stay. 325 Steve Kiessling '80

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VULNERABILITY The vulnerability of a girl who cares, A girl who is aware of every ripple in the forsaken brook. And she came to drink from it, To quench her unbearable thirst, To moisten her parched mouth. To rejuvenate the life in her which has been so cruelly stifled. And for once, the water beams glittering with purpose, Bubbling with joy, Beckoning with all its chivalrous charm. And for a moment, the hand on the decrepit clock freezes, allowing emotions to sour. For the beauty of truth is rare. But abruptly, the clock starts, And the girl, with highest spirits, sips. And the expected sweetness of her wildest fantasy Is in reality, 2 A bitterness That stings her tongue, And poisons her body. Darkness covers her corpse. Yet the sentimental sun, never even flickers, And the boastful brook, Glistens at its triumph. And for her pains and virtues, The girl is left with an eternal sleep. To fantasize about other sparkling waters. Robin Slutsky '80 324 FO RGOTTEN LOVE? I say I've forgotten, But lim constantly remembering. I say I no longer feel any love for him, But my heart still quickens whenever I hear his name. I say that I have stopped caring, But every morning I pray for him and his new wife. I say he is worthless, But I value him more each day. I say that he had died within my soul, But he is kept alive by my many dreams and memories. Who am I fooling by saying these words? Maybe only myself . . . Loretha Blank '80 Youire there And Iim here e a hundred miles away - And someone just reminded me of you And he started me thinking about you e not sad thoughts but contented and loving thoughts - And I just thought You might appreciate knowing that no matter the distance between us, or the state of mind ltm in, or the events shadowing my life, or the trials I encounter, I am continually thinking about you, Praying for you, Cheering you on, Praising the things you do, Appreciating the person you are, And just plain loving you And even though It may be unnoticeable to you, It all goes on inside me, silently but constantly. Loretha Blank'80

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Robert Blenden '80 ANDY'S DOOR I'll never be as close to Andy as everyone would like to have me. They say we look so good together, like the pair a' top the cake. But Andy has a door he closes when he feels someone is coming near. I think I'd like to get inside it, for I feel a need to know him. Andy, if you want me, leave for me a key to find. Even though I know the keys hard to come by. I can feel you looking at me through the tiny eye. were called an item by the papers, and hes so ready to deny it. I wish that I could say that it's true, that we're really lovers. But Andy had his door left open. and someone slammed it in his face. Now his door is closed forever, and I feel a need to love him. Lori Bonifitto '81 I SEE THE SEA How vast and limitless it is, How far and wide. To some . . . a dream, to others . . . a passing sight. I've seen it a million times, but not once have stopped to think of its greatness, its beauty, its presence. It roars and thunders. lt crashes and raves . . . yet, I turn around, and the noise is gone. It is now peaceful and serene, like a painted picture or a weary mind. It is so boundless. Where does it lead? Where do these Thunder crashing waves come from? I a mystery . . . It is the sea. Yet I have seen it, and l have thought about this sea. Now I must see and think of something else. What will it be? What of the sky? Denise Telonidis l80 ETERNITY Waves Like hungry hands Reach upward Stretching Grasping Beating and crashing Ceaselessly Transforming holders of rock Into grains of sand. Debbie Schacter l81