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Ocean Ballad Poems | Ballad Poems About Ocean

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Where my True Love Lives - A Ballade

Seared upon my soul for ever more
That break of dawn upon a summer morn
As I made my way along that rocky shore
Strewn with remnants from a ragging storm
When through a rising mist of gray - so forlorn
I saw a badly broken sinking ship
With canvas wings of white so sadly torn 
There beneath those majestic purple cliffs

And as that mighty fearless ocean roared 
With salty breezy breath so filled with scorn
I saw it rise up from the ocean floor
Wrapped in a velvet coat so frayed and worn 
A red, red, rose impaled upon a thorn 
Where passion bled like rain from ruby lips 
Upon a vivid memory reborn 
There beneath those majestic purple cliffs 
      
The wind - it whispered - in my ear - Lenore		
As black clouds in the sky began to form		
Into a face I’d never seen before			
With hollow cheeks that endless tears adorned	
That fell in frozen crystal drops so foreign..... 		
Then from those clouds his face began to slip  	
And I cried  the tears of a women scorned 			
There beneath those majestic purple cliffs		

Lenore, the love he would forever mourn
That from his pen on page in words did drip
As I read his poetry and love was born
There beneath those majestic purple cliffs.


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 Author:  Elaine George
 
Written:  February 28, 2011

A tribute to: Edger Allen Poe and his Lenore


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The Stone

The Tale below was carved one night,
Upon the Stone, by candlelight
...most won’t believe, but some just might
.........most won’t believe, but some just might



.                         Preface

Well James made Beth his lovely bride
(And angels smiled, though teary eyed)
...their bodies bound, their spirits tied
.........their bodies bound, their spirits tied

Upon her hand, a shimmer shone,
As bright as blood, a ruby Stone 
...and brighter still, as love had grown
.........and brighter still, as love had grown

Soon James was sent to man a sail
So Beth removed her wedding veil
...her eyes were bright, her face was pale
.........her eyes were bright, her face was pale

“Well, I’ll be here when you return”
Said Beth to James, who kissed in turn
...a kiss that made her body burn
.........a kiss that made her body burn



.                         BETH’S TALE

1.              The Dream
One night, within a dream deformed,
The cawing of a Crow informed
“...a Ship was stripped where winter stormed
.........a Ship was stripped where winter stormed

Midst winds and waves the thunder boomed
The Ship of Death was surely doomed
...the sea engulfed, the sea entombed
.........the sea engulfed, the sea entombed

Your James... denied by Davy Jones!
His spirit gone, his flesh and bones
...are resting now amongst the Stones
.........are resting now amongst the Stones”



2.               The Quest

Awoken by the ebon Wight
And beckoned by the baneful bight
...I left before the morning light
.........I left before the morning light

Throughout the realm I rode a roan
Until, in time, I reached the Stone
...where shades and dreams in darkness groan 
.........where shades and dreams in darkness groan 

While skipping up and down the sky
A missing moonbeam mocked my eye
...enough to make a Swallow cry
.........enough to make a Swallow cry

For someone stole a star or two
And something else that fate withdrew –
...my jewel of joy, my James Bijou   
.........my jewel of joy, my James Bijou

The shadows of the evening swelled
Where demons of the dusk had dwelled
...and in the far, a vesper knelled
.........and in the far, a vesper knelled

The Stone, beneath the sky, stood cold –
Between the runes, a vapour strolled
...a cloak of fleecy fog consoled
.........a cloak of fleecy fog consoled

A Raven on a branch, enthroned,
Her wings waved once, a wail intoned
...beyond the bay, a banshee moaned
.........beyond the bay, a banshee moaned

I lay beside the Stone, his bride
I lay beside the Stone and cried
...but were it I, instead, that died
.........but were it I, instead, that died

The rainbow of the moon fell dim
A midnight Swan soon ceased to swim
...as if to hide all hint of him
.........as if to hide all hint of him

Between the willows in the swale
There sang a Bird, a Nightingale
...which left me faint and feeling frail
.........which left me faint and feeling frail



3.              Contact

I felt him breathe within a breeze
Responding to my anguished pleas
...and leaves blew by abandoned trees
.........and leaves blew by abandoned trees

“I miss you too, my darling Beth”
Re-echoed from the Ship of Death
...the future buried in a breath
.........the future buried in a breath
	
The Stone lit up a ruby sheen
And clouds were kindled crystalline
...with consequences, unforeseen
.........with consequences, unforeseen

Above, the wretched Raven soared
To where the Ship of Death lay moored
...beneath, the icy ocean roared
.........beneath, the icy ocean roared



4.               Release

I’m joined with James beneath the Stone,
Though to the Ship my spirit’s flown,
...for nevermore to be alone
.........for nevermore to be alone



.                         Epilogue

That night the wayward winds were weird 
The Ship of Death had disappeared
...coyotes called and mortals feared
.........coyotes called and mortals feared

At dusk, the craven shadows crawled
At dawn, the winds of mourning called
...upon the Stone two names were scrawled
.........upon the Stone two names were scrawled

The Raven sits, with wings outspread,
Atop the Stone which shades the dead
...it sometimes shimmers ruby red
.........it sometimes shimmers ruby red



.                         Epitaph

Between the sounds, where silence seeps,
Their love lives on and never sleeps
...and yet, the weeping willow weeps
.........and yet, the weeping willow weeps



inspired by ~fc~

DEFINITIONS
Wight (obsolete): a supernatural being, creature
Bight: a bay or gulf
Swale: a moist depression in a tract of land


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Walking by the ocean

The ocean

I used to live beside the sea
It was not long ago
A footpath went along the beach
One could walk, and watch the show
As the ocean played its song of love
And the seagulls made much din
It was a lovely place to go
As each day, it did begin.

I loved it in the morning times
When the moon was big and round
It seemed to rest upon horizon
Such joy I often found
Admiring me, this yellow orb
That seemed so very huge
And as I’d walk, within my dreams
I’d often take refuge.

Sometimes I'd walk there, evenings too
And watch the sun go down
As the sky would turn to marmalade
And it seemed this Sphere would drown
As the ocean swallowed it all up
And the night came creeping in
And seagulls sang there evening songs
How I loved their noisy din.

There’s something about the mighty ocean
That makes me want to write
The seaweed and the salty breeze
Give me such sweet delight
I love the rivers, love the lakes
And yet the wild, wild sea
It has a treasure of it’s own
That just calls out to me.

5 November 2013 @ 0950hrs.


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weather

Stormy times and skies of blue.
Both are determined by you.

You are my weather, whether you like it or not.

So be gentle, be gentle.

So much of me is cupped in your hands
that no one else has ever had.

So be loving, be loving.

You can cause my ocean chaos and calm,
all control is held in your palm.

You are my weather, whether its good or not.

But it is a beautiful thing.
A very beautiful thing.

Please calm down my storms.
Make my winds subside.
Make my warm air warmer.
Make my soft sand softer.

Make my ocean more beautiful.
You do, you do...
you already do.

You are my weather,
you are...
you are...


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Just One Ocean Blue

Hearing the sweet melody
	My emotions take me away
		As I listen to the sea
			And the Ocean underway

Feeling the rippling pool tide
	I voice my harmony
		I hear the waves that glide
			They sing their song to me

				Tasting the salty air
					There was a whipping breeze
						Snapping without a care
							And whistling with great ease

				Smelling the sandy wetness
					Where water meets the Earth
						A seemingly relentless
							Undercurrent birth

I hear, I feel, I taste, I smell
	This great big Ocean true
		It is an endless water well
			Where only fish should rule

But, once again, the human rules of life
	Destroy what it does not see
		I can feel this Ocean’s strife
			Can you not hear its plea?

				This Ocean needs humanity
					But what do we do in return?
						We kill it with our insanity
							And never want to learn
	
				Consume not what you cannot give
					Back to this water deep
						I know this Ocean wants to live
							Breathing beauty for all to keep

Just one Ocean blue, once pure
	This water will become a mirage
		We leave Mother Nature with no cure
			We pollute her with our garbage

Everyone should seek the path
	Of preserving this Ocean we need
		She knows a fury full of wrath
			Beware Mother Nature and take heed!

Tammy Ann Rose Snyder

 
  


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Flip

Flip.

Once there was a fish named Flip
Who went and took a notion
To ask those other older fish
To tell him 'what’s the ocean?'
He’d read about it in his books
But no matter where he looked
And man he did look endlessly
But could not find the sea.

The other fish just looked at him
And told him all together
Don’t worry about this sort of thing
Just study be more, clever.
Then Flip, he asked an old, old fish
Who smiled and told him gaily
“Oh Flip you’re living in the ocean
It’s with you lad and daily”

But when Flip told the other fish
Just what that wise fish said
They laughed at him derisively 
And said “he’s off his head”
And they all beat that wise fish up
For the nonsense that he talked.
 Then turned and chased young Flip away
For they knew what they’d been taught!!!

24 September 2013 @ 0630hrs.


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Gazing Windward on a summer's Evening

Gazing Windward 
	on a summer’s evening
Loch David Crane
1981

Whose waves these are, I think I know:
   his home is in the sea below.
He will not see me stopping here
   to watch the whitecaps come and go.

Enlisted sailors think me weird
   -- civilian with no duty near—
they stop to wonder, one or two,
   if they can help me out of here.

Up from the depths comes royal blue,
  which lightens into turquoise too;
the aerating bubbles rise
   dissolved to see the cycle through.

Dark and deep beneath the skies
  the pulses in the ocean rise.
So lonely, not a seagull cries;
   so lonely.  Not a seagull cries. 


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From The Lament of The Lucretian

Bear-away, Charlie,
Back her up!
She's filled to the rim like a saltwater cup.
Heat up her engines
Into the lee—
Do you hear that sound?
All hands hoay!
Poor old Lucie's run a ground—
Too late, Charlie,
Let it be.
There goes another man plucked by the sea...


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Feather on the Sea

Feather on the Sea

It wasn’t very long ago Tomorrow was my friend,
Life was like a river rolling lazy ‘round the bend.
Wasting time and then I found that Time was wasting me:  
Took me and it tossed me like a feather on the sea.

Following a fading star I know I’ll never find, 
Like a drunken sailor never looking once behind.
Floating like a feather on an ocean full of foam:
One more dream-struck drifter whose horizons are his home.

Feather on the sea, that’s me, without You,
Jesus rescue me from the sea--take me through.
Feather on the sea.

You can be my compass with Your wisdom and Your will,
Jesus help me travel when I feel I’m standing still.
You can be my map and help me reach that far off shore:
Help me weather every storm no matter what’s in store.

Till I found You I was on an ocean of despair,
Using up my future like it really wasn’t there.
Facing every wind of fate no matter how it blew:
Feather on the sea without a friend till I found You.

Feather on the sea, that’s me, without You.
  Jesus rescue me from the sea--take me through. 
Feather on the sea.


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The Sea-Farers And The Sea

Flow! Flow! Flow!
Thou sea of silence
Carrying friends and foes
Alike.
The gentle sounds of 
Waves lapping thru the
Evening like a moving
Mountain.
 Blow! Blow! Blow!
Thou east wind,thy 
Tender hands caress our 
Gliding bark as we break 
Into the warm waters.
Look! The sun gazes at 
These sea-farers whose 
Quest we know not.
Far beyound the horizon
Lies treasures of untold 
Measures.


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