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Raven's Sign

Fog settles on the tombstones. In the dark, an eerie blue,
the graveyard is a misty ocean Raven passes through.

She stops. The solitary site is grim, devoid of sound.
Her long black gown, a ruffled slip, is satin sweeping ground.

Her sable locks lie smooth and straight across her graceful back.
Stark contrast is her alabaster skin to hair pitch-black.

This woman - with a beauty that forever captivates -
now stands, a pistol in her hand, and there steadfastly waits.

Since told the man that she adores (who left some time ago)
lies buried here, the woman’s come, for Raven has to know!

She can’t believe that he could be here in this place of doom.
He’d left for war before they’d barely been a bride and groom.

As Raven looks out on the sea of mist, her eyes have teared
because those birds that bear her name have suddenly appeared.

A sign it has to be, she thinks. The ravens drawing near
are circling above one stone. Her heart is seized with fear.

Now Raven walks to where the birds are circling above.
She pales. . . The stone she’s reading bears the name of her true love.

The fog, a sea engulfing all, has swallowed Raven too.
Gun raised, she drops down to his grave; she knows what she must do.

First posted 1/15/2011 
Now revised for the Contest of Giorgio A.V: Structured Forms -Iambic Verse:
Recite and Analyze a fictional event - 32 lines max. Top Gun poetry.

This is done with rhyming couplets using Iambic Heptameter

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King Sun and Goddess Sea

One summer day, enraptured by the Goddess Sea, King Sun shone down with all his might; most splendidly he moved the Goddess, for she rippled laughingly a shimmering reply to Sun in azure sky, and while reflecting that same hue where King Sun dwelt, her turquoise ripples lengthened, for the goddess felt herself now rising up with joy. Wave after wave was leaping, frothing. . . as King Sun more strongly gave his final rays to her. Then he descended low that he might kiss the lovely Sea on earth below - to kiss her soon before the last day’s shadows fell, and so he touched her where she’d let her body swell. With yellow gold, his final glow, he bathed her face, but when the night arrived with sable colored lace to drape the goddess, Sun had vanished from all sight; below Sea’s depth he’d sunk - to love her through the night. For Suz's "Let's Be Open" poetry contest and now for PD's Anything Goes Contest

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Old Pirate

I dream of the past and days on the high seas
With no one to answer to and no one to please
Yearning for the freedom that I once knew
With the sails set and a sea of blue
Dream of the islands and her beautiful eyes
For the taste of her lips my heart still cries
Once a pirate who sailed with the wind
Now only memories that I rescind
I look at the past in the afterglow
Wondering where does an old pirate go
Time has carved deeply the lines on my face
Settling down feels so out of place
Longing to return to that tropical lagoon
Where I once held her beneath a Caribbean moon
Young brash and arrogant, I sailed away
Never said good bye, I still see her each day
My heart beats a tune that has me undone
Until the day I sail toward that tropical sun
Thinking back and missing her so
Wondering where does an old pirate go.

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A Ship Is Safe In The Harbor

A ship is safe in the harbor,
But that's not what ships are built for.

Because in the sum of our human gleams,
We have created the vessel for our dreams.

Its purpose: to retrieve the alien shore,
To scout, seek, achieve and explore.

A ship is meant to fly and fly,
To seize the horizon and capture the sky.

And the few of us with the intrepidity,
To brave the virulent vortex velocity

We are the wealthiest of men ever to dream
And ever to combat a sea or a stream.

And the harbored ships that fritter away,
Slowly begin to rot and decay.
Never has there been a greater waste of a day,
Than that spent harbored,
Than those of us who stay.

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The Homeplace

Here further down the hillside slope
Down close to the creek with hope

My husband bought a house, land
Fenced in and made many plans

Subdued the land to cow pasture
And planted a garden, fruit trees sure

Fathered another child to call him sir
The creek seemed to like the stir

Enjoyed the children for a little while___
Loved them so that it made her smile

Today she loves grandchildren the same
No girls there are in frills ___tame

The creek keeps on flowing to the sea
The land is mostly stripped of trees

(This is my adaptation of Robert Frost's poem "The Birthplace".  I hope that it does not insult 
his work.)

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The Shifting Stars

I lay me on the grassy lawn
And watch the stars, they're floating on

While one comes out from round the eaves
Across the sky another leaves

The sky is slowly shifting round
So different stars are always found

The dipper turns just like a clock
Without a sound of tick or tock

It turns about that central star
That guides the sailors from afar

While with it sails Queen Cassie's throne
And all the constellations known

Tonight's a clear and peaceful night
The moon is gone, the stars are bright

I slowly drift to seas of dreams
Alights with pinprick starlit streams

I'm thinking all the charming while
With placid face and hinting smile

That when I wake in early morn
Some different stars will be reborn

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The lake is a plate of evening blue Here where mists of dew sprinkle the view Under lilting skies the undulating sea Stretches far beyond infinity Silent and calm, no hint of green Smooth as silk with translucent sheen Rippling blue as far as fingers can see Yet when the moon’s luminosity Fondles the surface where the wavelets flow Twinkling jewels are dew-pearls’ glow To easels of moonbeams on a crystal sea How incredibly beautiful this vignette can be... © For Brian Strand's Image Theme Contest/ 2 to 14 Lines By nette onclaud

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Mermaid Fantasy

The sea churned heavy in the wake of rolling,ripping thunder.
As rain cascaded from the skies the vessel was pulled under.

The winds were shrieking as the sailors ran to clutch the sails.
Into the night could now be heard those far off deathly wails.

Another man went over every time the dark sea burned.
When suddenly there was a light just where the storm had turned.

Within the light is where these beautiful creatures now emerged.
Half woman and half fish they swam right where the waters surged.

The men were frightened yet enthralled by their amazing beauty.
As one by one they lost their heads forgotten was their duty.

The creatures wrapped the men within their long and tangled hair.
And slowly every sailor was drawn into their seaweed lair.

As the storm raged on the creatures took the men below
to their deep home within the tides and this much we do know.

The shipmates never were seen again-they called them lost at sea.
But the creatures say they took the men so they could set them free.

for contest "Fantasy"

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Autumn's Breeze

Crisp Autumn seeps through the day
Dew balances a fresh cut blade

Tangerine skies seethe God's Grace
Summer's vehment blaze...replaced

Slipping sweetness around my pillow
Cool winds dance with weeping willow

Stars twinkle down through thick dense trees
As spirits dance in fresh Autumn's breeze

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The Land Of Rhyme Remembered

Sail most by south, by west the least, 
until the moon sets in the east.
There, in a sea the hue of custard, 
ye'll see the Ile de Deux Sans Mustard
where locals speak like buccaneers, 
calling you ‘me dirrr' and us ‘me dirrrrs'.
Their pirate accent's quite inexorable
though, than ours, their grammar more is flexible.
They appear to verge on being mammalian
a little bit like South Australians
(I'd never in the name of mirth
deride the folks who come from Perth) .
Hard left, first manatee you see, 
or right, your choice, you're free as me
(it's nix to do with politics, 
a pox on all elected plicks) .
Sail till the sea turns sweetest violet
and there you'll spot the cutest islet
(had we to rhyme with ‘sweetest red', 
it'd be a continent instead) .
Here, when poetry is long dismembered,
lies the place of rhyme remembered.
Yes, you have come upon a land
that any poet would think is grand.
Where almost everybody aint
any kind of ffffflamin' saint
but seldom use the worst of curses, 
when they converse in freeish verses, 
or communicate in playful rhymes, 
pretty well whenever they feel like it.

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The Royal Hues of sunset

The old Queen is losing her glorious crown Her glittering diamond tiara is going down In its prime, it shone golden, now yellowing See the crimson ball, getting soft, mellowing. Splashing colors in my sky, huge ball of paint Once scorching, now calm and pensive as a saint! As you release the long day deep in the blue sea A vibrant, livid twilight canvas, create for us to see Other side of this enchanting horizon, resting you may be Giving us the shimmering night spread, peace for mine and me!

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 From his pocket 
    stardust fell
on the beach she knew so well,

 In his eyes the moon
still shone,
where had he been?
and not alone.........

on his skin an aura
something secret

from the sea....
scales of silver...
one two three.........

clutched there in his 
dying hand.......
the mermaid left him 
on dry land.

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Nature's Single Dads - The Leafy Sea Dragon

Nature’s Single Dad’s

Gracefully swaying without need for speed 
Are creatures of beauty, disguised as seaweed.
Up to twelve inches long from tail to snout
These delicate creatures just drift about.

They carry, as they move like galleons in sail, 
Silk-like appendages, leafy and pale
On back spines, projecting as masts on a ship
Sailing the oceans, they rise and they dip,

To the rhythm of moon tides; full or neap,
They travel the seas; these Dragons of the Deep.
Through weed-covered reefs and meadows of sea grass
There’s neither a neigh nor a moo as they pass.
They resemble sea horses in flowing silk gowns
Drifting on rhythms, dancing up and then down.
They slow dance through the water just moving around 
No fire, no flames from these dragons; not a sound. 

The mother will lay two hundred eggs on Dad’s patch 
Of soft sponge, where safely they’ll hatch.
The sun flashes golden as she drifts on by,
While in the shadow on his tail, his offspring lie.

This single Dad of the deep tends a new generation,
Of Leafy Sea Dragon eggs; a fascinating creation. 
Less than one inch when first hatched from the eggs
As newly formed babies; ready for life without legs.

They drift as if they feed, gaining the silky covered bone
To a length of twelve inches by the time they’re full grown. 
The cycles of the moon dictate the rhythms and motion
Of this Leafy Sea Dragon in the great Southern Ocean.

The Leafy Sea Dragon is just one of Natures' Single Dads worthy of a mention for the survival of the species.

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Beachside Food and Drink Slinks

A is for algae, red, green, blue cells, soaking up sun, sliming teeth 
B is for bacterial mat, clumping underneath, earliest born, never asleep

C is for coral reef, the place we all find cover or the sand parrotfish chew and release
D is for diatom, all seeded calcium, all float free, all denizens barely seen

E is for eelgrass, nursery meadows of the anchovy, and other browsers of green 
F is for fan worm, filter feeder like a flower, 8000 species on which fish feed

G is for giant kelp, floating on bladders of air they’re forests of cold waters clean
H is for helmet, the royalty of snails who protect our feet, queen, emperor, king

I is for isopod, the chameleon crustacean, they color match what they eat
J is for jellyball, or cannonball jellyfish, not upside down or moon, avoid their heat

K is for keyhole limpet, favorite food of ochre stars, will erect its own wall
L is for laver, the sea lettuce of nori, it swirls red skirt as ocean falls

M is for mermaid’s purse, the sack of the skate whose yolk keeps them alive
N is for nerite, the prisoner striped snail of the rocky zone as numerous as a hive

O is for oyster drills, the snails that slurp oysters and use them to lay eggs
P is for pleurobranch, a sea slug answer for oranges, with one active leg

Q is for quahog, the bivalve seaman who can survive eating the mud
R is for rove beetle, the one waiting to snatch the unwary beach hopper for good

S is for saxitoxin, those red tides produced by mating that can paralyze humans
T is for tubular sponge, they squish, bore and encrust as space lends

U is for urchin, those spiny skinned balls, no eyes or noses but dig food in sand 
V is for Venus, Music Volutes dined or Vampire Squids skimming along land

W is for whelk, not the musically inclined, but the slow moving snail in a shell
X is for X and a half, the six rayed star, hungry for anything on the half shell

Y is for yucca, blooming on the beach, they bloom nice and tolerate the sand
Z is for Zostera marinara, the address of eel grass when they're feeling grand

All of this green life is what crunches, stinks, dries and slips underfoot
The rest that find the housing and dining compatible means someone’s on the look.

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The Old Salt And His Sweet Dream

Forth he went upon the sea
grizzled and tough as he could be.

But when the old salt came to shore
he'd look for Jenny Lynn some more.

She was lost from him for years;
he'd shed a bucket of bitter tears.

Dreaming of the day they'd meet
the old man had a heart so sweet.

Someday he would find his daughter.
Till then he'd spend life on the water.

for "Sweet and Salty" contest

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The Norwegian Lady

Since the 19th century, she stands looking out to sea
A guardian of the sailor, a survivor of tragedy
The Captain lost his pregnant wife and son and five members of his crew
Now she waits just like her sister when a sailor's return is overdue
Her sister stands in Moss since nineteen sixty two
They stand  and face each other across the ocean blue
The Dictator, a Norwegian vessel, aground she did run
Nine people died off the shore in eighteen ninety one
The Captain returned to Norway when his healing was done
In Elmwood cemetery he sadly left his wife and son
On thirty seventh street in Virginia Beach the Norwegian Lady Stands
A monument to all who sail and walk on foreign sands

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His Wonderful Healing Power

His praises are upon my lips and shall forever be

what He has done for me some will never see.

The breath of life He breathed into me

made me His for all eternity.

Life He created and placed on Earth

some have dragged in the dirt.

The raging sea which gave other the cold chill

He commanded by stating, "Peace Be Still!"

the hungry gathering multitude

He fed with five fish and loaves with loving gratitude.

At the wedding of Canaan He turned water into wine

many drank and thought it was just fine.

He walked upon a deep sea with blue water

which some may have tried thereafter.

To the blind He gave their sight

they praised His name and made things right.

Many rushed to touch His garment

for their actions He rendered unto them an achievement.

Those who were lame and unable to walk

He touched and they stood up and talked.

His words were His bond and awakened many people

today His words are heard from buildings with steeples.

His love brought everlasting life unto many

one may even call it the light of an epiphany.

His grace saved the souls of many going astray

being saved by His grace they knelt down and started to pray.

His loving touch felt like a soothing and healing balm

many upon feeling His soft hand their hearts became calm.

He stood still and commanded, "Lazarus Come Forth!"

those who were present witnessed an awesome rebirth.

On the eyes of a blind man He rubbed clay

he received his sight and praised Him all day.

He was and still is the Savior and Miracle Worker

unto many souls He is forever their Caretaker!


© Joseph S. Spence, Sr., 8/8/09
© All Rights Reserved


Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is 
published in seven different languages. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which 
focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums, including the 
World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine; 
Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a few. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for 
the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran.


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A Not So Quiet Calamity IV

The sirens and mermaids
called up from the deep,
untangled mesh nets
blithely held out by sleep.
There the first to emerge
were the sighs and the nods,
they sank then resurfaced
in clear Morphean pods.

I found myself wandering
on a wide stretch of beach.
My mind squeezed like a lemon,
my thoughts fuzzed like a peach.
When the sheet of fog lifted, 
I walked through the haze,
what’d been transfixed by the night
now transformed into day.

Bands of green kelp
had encircled my feet.
Sand dollars tossed out
from the wallets of seas.
The tang in the air
by the water and brine,
awoke to my senses
other days hazed by time.

Sunk then in a sinkhole;
my heart now clanged a bell!
I was no longer an oyster
in a barnacled shell.
I kicked off the seaweed,
splashed through the shoreline,
feeling refreshingly freed
from that soul ravaged time.

I knew I’d still wonder
about Calamity Clam.
Had he hid from the onslaught,
become a sea star’s sea ham?
Ouf…no longer my problem,
I was no agent by rights.
Then I stepped on an object 
and, out went the lights!

I hopped in frustration
with great hurt I did bow.
I bellowed out pain
like an angry sea cow.
With one mighty scoop
he was constained in my hand.
How to dispose of the despicable?
I felt seared by a brand.

Covertly I gazed
at this nemesis of fear.
Then I gave a smart tug
to his mossy green beard.
The thoughts that I harbored
were not of my decree.
I hurled him out, with three skips,
he sank back into the sea.

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Upon A Bed Of Petals

I am holding my hands over my eyes,
I want to listen to what sound resides.

I can hear the waves beating on the ground.
The slow rhythm of each wave as it pounds.

The squawk of a bird, I can hear far away.
Soft whispers, as the wind has something to say.

I settle back on the ground to listen.
On the warm ground I purr like a kitten.

The warmth I feel from the sun on my face.
Thoughts are roaming through time and through space.

I have a peace of mind it’s hard to explain.
Like the coolest water from a short summer rain.

My body settles down so softly in this land.
I’m lying upon a bed of petals in the sand.

- For Upon A Bed Of Petals contest

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Below We Drifted

Holding hands, into our eyes we stare As we turn to the bleak that awaits us there Deafening creaks like thunderous roars Her arching back in ripping soar Screaming explosions as the waters seep Tears of many as life ends their keep Below the cobalt in a coldly drift Sinking debris in continual shift Our hands still held amidst disappearing lights We no longer focus as we enter our blight Below we drifted, two souls soon to be gone How many of us end up where we don't belong *~*

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A Mermaid's Point of View

They pollute our waters, the land, the air
They pollute the planet without a care

They kill our friends from down below
As they swim up to say hello

They build weapons to kill each other
They don't respect each race or colour

They try to hunt us in every way
But they cannot find our hideaway

We'll never surface because we fear
We cannot trust the humans here

by Ana Espinola Collins

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~ In morning’s pastoral turquoise bliss The isle lies warm in sunset's kiss, On autumn’s gurgle when the sun is low When meadow flowers seem to glow Afloat in a sea of cerulean haze, Setting the cascades for October days The air is breezy with scent of flowers Their fragrance pervading wavelets’ hours, When tides swish with mermaid’s choir And tulips flaunt their seashore attire Then sailing in wonder of dew-swept hairs, Larks ascend into floating prayers in pairs Sweet scent of waters fills the buoyant air Serenity ripples on tipping toes everywhere, Dizzy where heather and blooms unfurl As gulls twirl where fair blue waves curl It seems that time stands still a while For salty perfume now the senses beguile ~ ……………….. © copyright Contest: Francine Roberts’ Flowing Water Written by: nette onclaud 19 Sept 2011

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Oceans Blue

Water, water everywhere!  What a spectacular view!
The Master's Hand steers our course as we sail the ocean blue!

Though the billowing waves may toss our man o' war about,
The Master Pilot will keep us safe, of that I have no doubt!

I like to think that the playful dolphins leaping about our bow,
Were trained by The Master Navigator to guide our course somehow!

We've sailed the ocean blue seven months visiting mysterious ports of call,
Savoring The Master Creator's handiwork from Trinidad to Senegal!

Our rigging has been rent in battle midst furious shot and shell,
But our Master Captain's leadership has led us through so very well!

When standing midnight watch on moonlit nights upon the ocean blue,
I'm comforted knowing that The Master Guardian is watching over you!

My supplication to The Master of the Cosmos who directs all from above,
Is that one joyful day I'll hold you in my arms forever more, my love!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved

Placed No. 1 in Francine Roberts' "Blue on blue on blue" Contest - Jul 2011

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Through Cobalt Blues I Drifted

This journey of which you now read, happens to many of us
It's what happened to me, my thoughts through the waves in discuss

It was on a normal day, I was fishing on craggy rocks
When out of the blue it came, this wave and me became locked

Salted eyes and gasping for air, hazed glimpses of where I once stood
My thoughts in flickering capture, the youngest of our family brood

The last catch of land I see, as I'm trawled so far into this blue
My heart emitting signals from their youngest, I, their loving true

Deeper and deeper I'm swallowed, marine life simply abounds
For marvels they definitely are, just like those marvels on common ground

Nearly ten minutes has passed, yet I'm as alert as I would normally be
My eyes now appear to be customised, as I view what's all around me

Dolphins play chasing Tuna, Hammerheads patrol like guards
Species like the Mola Mola, so wonderful, their definitely stars

Momentarily I glimpse through the light, as it diminishes into cobalt blues
The sights that I start to see, are species in identity confuse

Upon a fallen whale, it's carcass in steadily clean
Are hundreds of half meter Hag Fish, of them I wouldn't like to dream

Suddenly a movement catches my eye, a Sixgill Shark swims close to me
Strangely I don't feel nervous at all, beside this marvel of the seas

This flowing through these cobalt blues, is like a feeling I've never known
Was there a desire on this day, for the wave to take me, now shown

This journey of which you now read, happens to many of us
On a beach many hours later I awoke, around the schools I now discuss

When ever you are close to the waters, whether oceans, lakes or seas
Me, well I have no answers, be careful and you won't be me


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Rotini Rigaletto

The sea holds the sauce of life,
 the squiggly-wiggleys of delight.

The shells on shore inspire insight
cooks in kitchens steam on summer nights.

Filling pasta pots with rotini,
pan searing bits of pink squids teeni.

Drizzling pink vodka sauce between the swirls
juggling meatballs for little girls!

So, mimic the sea on my saucy plate
“Pass the rotini! I’ve not ate!”

“See how it looks like a Hasid’s curls?”
Just the macaroni for a Jewish girl!

* A tribute to Linda-Maria's verse Stuffed Shells...

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Second Chance

As the never world awaits me, 
The lord darkness, his cloak now draped.
Haunting images that appear in dreams,
Invade the subconscious, till again I wake 

Complative thoughts well before the dawn,
I walk the morning shore,
How many have stood on these same sands,
Reflecting the echoes of those no more.

And still the waves they pound the shore,
Relentless in their quest,
As they crash on the rocks with deafly roar,
White tipped and foaming zest.

Dawn breaks with gilded cotton clouds,
Waiting like courtiers to their king.
Gathering round the sovereign sun,
Bestowing his warmth on everything.

Would that life compare to the shore,
All worries get washed away.
Cares thrown to the four winds,
As on my knees I pray

© N A Windle 2009

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A Fish's Viewpoint

Undersea exploration comes to me in my dreams
As a fish in the deep I see only faint sunbeams

Enough light there is to reveal a lost continent
I wonder what led to this golden age’s descent

Colorful fish swim among ruins of a pyramid
A former city’s gilded streets, giant squid now float amid

Huge, submerged statues of gods suddenly catch my eye
Just as a fish-tailed, sweet mermaid happens to swim by

Stroking through the water as sea plants flourish below
Unquenchable curiosity continues to grow

Is this Atlantis?  Am I on the Bimini Road?
Buildings here have cryptic writings I cannot decode

Schools of many other fish are surrounding me now
Are they wondering too?  Or just seeking plankton chow?

When I awake in my bed, the sheets are soaking wet
And my body is writhing in a chilling night sweat

The sights I had seen provoked deep-founded fears
The North Pole is said to shift every ten thousand years

That time is approaching; may I return to the sea?
Let me dwell in the ocean as landlubbers flee

The earth rises and sinks on a regular basis
Only in the ocean will I find my oasis

*For Gautami’s “In the Deep Sea” contest

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underway replenishment
is never much amusement

for ships at sea
it’s great to see

the ship and crew will get some strength
and be able to go the length

unreps I have worked 
never overworked

unreps are a must
for a sailor’s trust

keeps the navy afloat
much more than a tug boat

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O coastline with cool expanse of blue Atlantic
Your  curves and indentations drive me frantic.
Sometimes thrust out peninsularly;
Sometimes studied docilely and scholarly; 
Land stretching from  White sea  and  Iberia 
To  Black Sea  and Siberia.
O  Europe,  my  virgin  obsession  geographical
Is  verging  on  possession sexual.

Other continents are jealous - Africa is so island-poor, so peninsula-penniless,
And of  rivers, capes and bays it  has many less:
It would give a pretty penny to have just one  Iberia, Jutland, or Scandinavia 
To excite  its smooth coast and other geographic  behavior.
Australians would love  islands with  romantic names Capri Lesbos Rum Eig Frisian
Or an  archipelago-infested sea like the Aegean.
South  Americans  cry themselves to sleep at night because they lack
Such  Nordic  coastal  features as  Trondheim or Skaggerak
Beijing  would give all the tea in China because she must 
Satisfy her  desire for an Italian-shaped peninsula,  a  bootless lust.

Of course Asia feels no envy, for it has kukri-shaped Kamchatka
And the only  large island in  the world,  Sumatra,
Which rhymes with the best singer in the world,  Sinatra.

This  Map of Europe is something  I just have to possess.
My life is incomplete without its caress.
If I didn’t have it, my world  would be a mess.


1    *  “Objectum Sexual”   is  defined on  GOOGLE   as erotic 
love towards an object of any sort.

2     N. B.  This poem is purely fiction

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We're dancing barefoot by a moonlit sea,
Silhouettes of two lovers so fancy free!

Sponsor: Juli- Michelle
Contest Name: Rhyme Battle: Round 6 
Date: 4-24-14

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Beware the Kraken

Legends abound from society to society
But Norwegians have one that evokes great anxiety

A mythical sea monster of immense proportions
May be fifty-feet long, or its size has some distortions

With enormous tentacles it’s said to have grabbed sailors
Squeezing and consuming the bodies of Nordic whalers

Is the Kraken truly a product of Norwegian lore?
Perhaps its targeted vessels fell to the ocean floor

“Fish tales” are popular in many seas throughout the world
But the Kraken is a squid and many ships it has hurled

Since the concept originated in Norwegian tales
Giant squid sightings are reported wherever man sails

The Kraken is surely a most intriguing sailors’ yarn
But Norwegians take heed of the tall tales that warn

For none wish to test the near-impossible validity
Of a Nordic legend ripe with vivid morbidity

*Written July 18, 2014 for Anne-Lise’s contest
(I will not be able to respond to comments at this time)

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A Warm Kiss On the Bay

I took a hike through mangroves today the salt laden air a sweet refrain A great heron swooped in to spy Then spread its impressive wings to fly A gentle breeze brushed through my hair as butterflies danced through balmy air Mild is the night, steamy the day Dawn is a warm kiss on the bay In awe, I photographed an osprey nest And stayed too long I must confess Caressed by the beauty all around The dance of land and sea life abound A delicate ecosystem, I marveled in wonder Mysteries of nature waiting to discover Mild is the night, steamy the day Dawn is a warm kiss on the bay
First place in Any 2012 Poem

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Was a time --not long ago
When you begged me sweet and low

“Cast your net upon the sea
Quickly,darling, marry me!”

My heart caught 
and in a minute
My life was soup
And I was in it

A fair eyed man means dangerous shores
& I'm adrift-- mid rocks galore

On a current, flashing fins
You cast your line--
And hook sweet sins

And, at work you cannot think
When fishy eyes blink out a wink

Even friends are not off limits
When tides wash in the vodka gimlets

Do I hate you, yes, I could
Do I hate you, no, I should

A straying man on marriage seas
Navigates adulteries

When asked to re-chart his course
He usually stomps and screams “divorce”


Mixing metaphors and such
Keeps the critics out of ruts


Straying husbands/shagging rabbits
Cannot/willnot change their habits.

Victoria Anderson-Throop
Oct 10, 2012

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On Brighton Beach

Tents of various colours in parade across the sands
It's summer time in Brighton as the sun beams down so grand

Families too many to mention, on blanketed abound
Whilst laughter resonates from the children all around

Even nature has her say as the waves caress the shore
Just like yesterday, and so many years before

Gliding terns and seagulls grace the thermal flow
As they anticipate the pickings that present them down below

Rock pools gather attraction, a learning call for the young
Explained by thoughtful parents, of how we all began

Sails of shapes and sizes appear against the blues
Boats and ships aplenty in sailing tacking cruise

My day now nears it's end, on this wonderful Brighton Beach
So many joys surround me, I'm so thankful their in my reach

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Rammed Into The Weedbed

Rammed into the weedbed she found her way to shore.
Her thoughts invaded by her crew who shifted on her boards.
Back across the water; her visions through a door.
One that shut repeatedly when shipmates pulled her chords.
Resting now as though a chore
that sailors leave like lords.
Down the boardwalk from the floor
relieving her in hoards.
Maiden ship from head to core
who's damage comes in torrids
Without these journeys and your lore
these men would have no swords.

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Fog horn on the far off  Neva  dock
A  canal  bridge to open and  unlock:
Today I heard  its  sound 
Unmistakable  note found
Implanted down in my head, 
Coming today a word long unsaid
Across the railroad tracks  it calls 
To me through cracks in walls 
And half-closed lattice  windows,
Across the shadows  and  meadows
From far away in the salt water - 
An ocean-bound  huge transporter .

Took me back  to  porridge oats
And blanketless  beds with cold coats, 
Sharing a pillow  with gran and mum
In a cold unheated tiny bedroom -
But warm as only a mother’s arm can be -
Listening on foggy nights  with me
-To horns open Tyne’s swing bridge  old,
And in foggy winter days cold
-To lost ships off  Cullercoats  moan 
Trying to find the walls of stone,             
The welcoming piers of heaven:
Sandy river’s  saving haven.

I was taken aback to be taken back
Thus, on my  hustling  life’s track
I forget the real roots.   I need 
To recall from what did I proceed, 
For  often does my boat get tossed  
And  in  the fog  I am  sometimes lost.

The Horn’s lament  is familiar 
Like a  family voice or a prayer,
As a bird recognizes its mate’s call
No  need to ask what it is at all.
It is friendly.  To  it I return. 
To hear it  I yearn. 
Like  my  mother’s laugh,
Like grandfather’s cough -
I Know it like  my own face,
It is easy to retrace.

As I walk on Nevsky Prospekt
Turning back the pages of neglect,
I hear it in the depths of my heart.
It reverberates  as a note apart
And I feel  it in  the mist 
Of time.  It insists.  I have missed 
Its plaintive call  for so long.
As a salmon returns where he belongs 
To his birth river on the foam
I am drawn inexorably  home.

Bustling  Tyne ships are now gone.  
Only pleasure yachts that leisurely yawn.
No  battleships or  tankers to see,
No river smells of sweat and tears salty, 
But the horn’s fossilized  lament  remains 
In sand-banks  and sea-lanes
And memory banks retraced :
Memories never to be  to erased.

Life’s  mist becomes  too dense.
Guide  me in the fog thence.
Lead me to back to reality.
The horn is searching for me 
From the past through  the  cracks
And lattice of my old bridge tracks,
Opening my mind to echoes of the past,
Holding my soul  sound and fast.

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waves sigh

 When day is done and a pearl moon haunts the sky
We'll  stroll the sandy beach and listen as  waves sigh

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I Could Have...

Upon the dusty shores I watched 
the calming waves of sea debauched. 
They seem to whisper in my ear 
then motioned me to venture near. 

Now had I known to swim not sink 
I could have held the salty drink. 

I drifted deeper into sea 
then felt my spirit wander free. 
I saw a phantom fierce and wet. 
His ghostly ship was sailing yet. 
The sea surged up, its laughter hard 
and caught the seaman off his guard. 

I felt the blow of pounding waves 
that pulled me deeper into caves. 
Above me, trackless waters grew 
then turned the sea a blacker blue! 

If only I had learned to float, 
I could have grabbed that raft or boat. 

The paling smile of sandy beach, 
grew far outside my grasp or reach. 
When doomed ships wreck when oceans flare, 
a ghost must turn the swells that scare,  
and sail them first with haunting kiss 
then cast the winds that howl and hiss. 

I dare you brave this unknown vast 
to see a specter raise her mast. 
Sea goers know who's at the helm. 
For it is I who ride the realm! 

But had I learned one swimming stroke, 
I could have wrote this as a joke! 

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Harvest Time

You may like Spring when flowers smell sweet
Or going to the beach in the Summer heat
You may like Winter when snowflakes fall
But I like Harvest Time best of all
I like picking apples and baking pies
And carving Jack-O-Lanterns with glowing eyes
I like the air of a cool crisp morning
When Jack Frost has come without warning
I like it when leaves turn yellow and red
That's when a blanket feels good on my bed
I like sitting with family and friends
Watching the sunset at days end
Then dressing up for the Harvest Ball
Yes, my favorite season is the Fall

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Polar Bears And The Penguins

Some times they say the great and mighty do fall…
And the penguin story of greatness, should be heard by all.
Polar bears are mighty and cunning with massive brute strength.
But they messed with the penguins, a mistake, I do think.

The polar bears went after the penguins and cute little chicks.
So you’ll never guess what those cute little penguins did.
Using the most courageous penguins as a target so nice.
They lured all the polar bears, for the first time, out onto the ice.

The greedy bears moved out in force for the kill.
But the penguins pushed the ice flows into the currents windmill.
So intent on dinner and full of themselves, were they that day… 
That the polar bears didn’t notice the ice caught in the currents sway.

The polar bears were way out to sea, before noticing their plight.
And, by then, the penguins were safely at home tucked in for the night.
You might say, the current was a friend to the penguins that day.
For it eventually sent those polar bears to the North Pole far away.

Now the moral of this story is here to easily understand.
Brute strength is not the greatest thing to cherish; it is far greater to plan…
And, never turn your back on a penguin I say.
They’re the reason there’s no polar bears at the South Pole, to this day.

Tell Me A Story Contest

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Fallen Angel

“Angels descending, bring from above, 
Echoes of mercy, whispers of love”
Glory abounded, light that was rare
Musical cherub now chained cold and bare,
Created for greatness, glimmered and gleaned,
Turned from the brightness, an Immortal machine,
Arrogance and vanity destroyed by rebellion,
Now a Fallen Angel, a force nolonger compelling,
Redemption polluted,
By views that were diluted,
The original sin,
To think you could win,
It wasn’t enough to be right under success,
You desired to be the ultimate best,
Everlasting wounds with eternal demise,
The most beautiful Angel now covered in lies,
Magnificence lost,
By the saviors cross,
The lake of sweltering fire,
Your new kingdom that has now transpired.

By: Sabina Nicole

Contest: Fallen Angel

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I Sing A Sad Song

I Sing A Sad Song
I sing a sad song for the cold, lonely
Moments no one will admit to aloud.

I sing a sad song for all of the broken promises
Wrought by circumstances beyond anyone's control.

I sing a sad song for the faces pressing
Against the window panes in longing.

I sing a sad song for wild anticipation
Of days that never come.

I sing a sad song for the telephone
That never rings enough.

I sing a sad song for dreams woven of
Hopeless illusions.

I sing a sad song for all of those who
Waste time, singing sad songs!


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She, Atargatis

Hey you out there I'm here, but I'll sure let you dream All you big boy burly sailors, I'll allure to your unseen Even going back to my ancestors, away back, down Assyria way Our goddess our love, Atargatis, became doomed by your say To escape you, you men, who desired to reap your want Why should she internally repent, to the depths, a Mermaid now sent And now through your aeon of time, perilous events we've now shared If us Mermaids had never have existed, you'd probably say you'd been spared Even through the ages innocent animals have been accused Is it your typical human we, it doesn't matter who's abused Dugongs, Manatee's are beautiful, creatures of whom we've swam Remember, you've never been the elite, ever since we all began Hey, let me say, to your National Ocean Service, what makes you think you know When we've been around so much longer than you, who says we have to show? <*>

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Sunken Cathedral Six

Huge bronze bells peel muffled engulfed by sea 
above unhearing in depths deaf to thee

drowned the dead the lost tsunami friends
not figuring quick and sharp their ends

black churning death coming from the sea
no distinction twixt them you or me

death some surprise shaken a shock from the sea 
xept not dying in autumn like you or me

God please grant them heavenly peace
God please grant them peace

chancel and naves filled ghostly a new congregation
gentle barnacle claimed pews giving us no separation

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None bigger on the sea they say, 
Or more beautiful night and day.
Shape immense and gracefully topping
The waves with purpose unstopping.
In a hurry, appointment with fate.
Big as a castle, and with a great
Sheer-sided, steel-tough wall;
But unable to see ahead at all.
Starry calm sea and waveless:
She faced ahead really eyeless.
The graceful cold white shape immense
Raced south in murderous innocence.
Hardly felt the shudder slight
When it occurred late that night.
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This description of the iceberg  is kinda spooky  because of 
the resemblance between the ship and its icy enemy.
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Entered in Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver ‘s  Contest   My heart will go on and on....

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Deep Dream

Whenever the ocean rumbles as I hear it calling to me
Often it is the great tunnel roaring as I can see.

Through the sea midst of breeze I am fresh and delight
Often as it glitters in blue shades of a dreamy night.

Swaying of the ocean along the rocks thru side by side
Often blazing into the sun's light as I run to hide.

Once a dream with tranquility as I traveled on ocean
Often fallen into blue waters I see myself in rapid motion.

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Lost At Sea

Drifting soundly, oh so lulled
Over pearl moonlit waters
Purpose views, beneath a cloud
This stray forever straying.
It seeks to find an answer lost
Within a deep so empty
To flee a place so rich in sin
And bathe in pool of justice plenty. 
I stare beyond that silver seam
For time is ever lending
Waiting… just waiting
A wait forever pending. 

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Sunken Cathedral - Cinq

Gentling time barnacles claiming pews some fifty fathoms down 
chancel aisles naves resting ghostly new congregation comedown

almost heard by those above

Muffled a tolling bell below 
faithful call not so long ago

Gods churning black oceans will not cease
god please grant to them heavenly peace

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You'll Get A Rise Out Of This

The rise of Atlantis
For this I don't want you to miss

Coming of the new world
With Justice dressed as it's girl

An apple from God's slate
Filling the hunger for ones plate

Safe harbor to now call home
Empowered by minds that love to roam

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Floating in the Ocean

Weightless I happily lie
My face brushed by salty air's sigh
My vision filled with beautiful blue-white
Sacred, ancient, streaming light

Floating gently in pure, perfect peace
Feeling As if the feeling will never cease
My skin caressed by cool damp spray
Spiriting my worries and cares away

Listening to the melody of shifting swell
Enraptured by the blue sea's magical spell
The muted sound of nature's refrain
Filling my ears with musical champagne

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Beauty From The Sea

Those tight little short shorts, walking down the street
Swaying her hips, keeping the rhythm of the beat

Behold, the sight of this beauty, sent from the sea
Come close, take my shaking hand and dance with me

Sounds of true brilliance, wrapped up so tight
What's in store for me on this special night

Eyes of jade, a heart of gold, the wonders I am told
We dance, a quick romance,  memories will unfold

A taste of her irresistibility, before she must depart
Our flesh entwined, feeling the beat of my heart

Retreating to the sea, she blows a loving kiss
Never forgetting our one perfect night of bliss

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Chapel of the Sea

 “Served and protected by Natures blessings”

Perched upon the rocks, chapel sits so proud.
No sermons delivered, though honored so loud.
Ocean surrounded, doves perched on steeple.
Singing sweet hymns instead of people,
They serve another congregation you see.
Seagulls approach near chapel of the sea.
Other creatures from below swim around.
Securing charisma of belief abound.
Heaven shines down upon chapel in light.
Beacon from lighthouse shines within night,
Glorifying abundantly, love, peace and harmony,
Doves singing chorus heard as an odyssey.
Untouched by human subversion in decades,
Starlight Angels stand watch in guardian parades.

written by
Cecil Hickman

written for
Sponsor Constance ~ My Dear Heart ~ 
Contest Name The Church By The Ocean 

Date written

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Under the Water contest

Overwhelmed while drifting into a foreign place
As water submerges me, all that I know is suddenly erased
I dive in deeper, dare to discern
What’s hidden in the darkness exposes all I never learned
As noise and clatter from land gradually departs
My eyes are opened to a world that has existed from the start
Beyond the waves under many layers
Unlocks the doors to creations even greater,
Slower in motion, infinite in size
As the journey down under leads to surprises
Glimmering lights that are part of many designs
Helps to determine what it is I find
Its space underwater as antenna lights put on a show
For all of these entities seem to just dance around and glow
Just like stars light up a clear blue night
Florescent assembly’s pass by in pure sight
For I am the intruder, they all stare me down
While gliding like a mermaid I try not to make a sound
There is order and submission among this water nation
I yield to their council with extreme anticipation
Many mind their business and some threaten with ferocious stings
But as I linger on I see magnificence in everything
Vegetation sways to the rhythm of the changing tide
Appearing to grant shelter as they open their mouths wide
Budding plants are like silent firework shows under waters waves
Majestic presentation of species that are free instead of slaves.

By: Sabina Nicole
Contest: under the waves

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March or A Hare's Breath From Reality.

Last roar of the feline, snarling frigid and grim,
Bright colors in closets reemerge, crisp and trim.

Indulge in some corned beef, a mug of green beer,
The diamond gets busy for the grand game is here.

The swallows arrive once again, don't you fret,
If he makes this foul shot, the Final Four's set!

But before you begin the next month with your fibs,
Be aware of that knife they might stick in your ribs!

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A risk taker is an adventurer, a taster of the fresh dew;
never satisfied until he has found that something so new.

Celestial bodies are clearly seen on a starless and mild night,
when the grayish sky invites a painter to invent his own light.

So fly up and glide over your extraordinary planet, and finally discover
what poets and dreamers only imagine to exist in their passionate gesture. 

The unmitigated impudence of this season has already brought its first, despised pang;
changing emerald leaves to dull auburn, reminding me of the briefness of life's span.

Can't find any excitement in the boring ways that spoil your day and make you sluggish? 
Try flying up and glide over this planet's panorama that can grant the spectator's wish.

Earth-bound with that satiated feeling, departing from a glorious view and a gibbous moon;
glad to land on a snowless ground, too anxious to send up, on drifting winds, my red balloon.

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No Better Place

This reminds me of my dad who died on 
board the Carrier Intrepid and Battleship 
Arizona sunk in Hawaiian  harbor.

No Better Place

Deep down in water was a ship wreck;
Silence flowed from forward to back deck;
Loneliness was over ship's entire length,
With no energy left or any strength.

God's fish swam gently here and there,
Death and suffering was found everywhere;
While all their bodies and souls would wait
For God to pick them up at a certain date.

Date came and God took each one again
Back to heaven having let them all in;
For families and relatives saved a place,
Full of God's love and His much grace.

Heaven many say has always been known,
As a perfect, pleasant place of its own,
For each soul who did die under the sea
And no better place could there ever be.

James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran

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A SIMPLE ACT OF MUTINY I was a mate among a crew, it was in my younger years when I was raw and restless and served aboard a privateer. I stood accused of mutiny, I'd called my conscience up to arms and tried to commandeer my ship away from certain harm. The captain was a madman, he had us in desperate straits, war winds blew against us and we sailed a sea of hate. Though I was bound before him, I could see too he was chained to a sorry sense of duty that had driven him insane. I knew his orders came to him from a high command and sensed upon his shoulder a hidden bloody hand. It was plain that dark intrigues raged above our ranks and no matter what did or said I was to be outflanked. He made his case against me, as I stood before the mast and I said these words in my defense before my lot was cast. "It's not an act of mutiny to call your conscience up to arms and try and commandeer your ship away from certain harm. I will not pull upon an oar that will row this ship off the edge or eternity and into history's crypt. and by no authority will I unfurl a sail that will blow us to extinction in the crosswinds of this gale." I was ordered set adrift and went without a qualm though the sea raged about me the storm within me calmed. It's not an act of mutiny to call your conscience up to arms and try to commandeer your ship away from certain harm.

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Iron Lungs

A film of bubbles on her hull
   as ice around her crowns it's chill

      descension pits and twinks it's tune

         to merry wandering fish full bloom

         In white, albino, skeletonised

       with scales of silver for their eyes

     as liquid in their mouth, it glides

these hollow sailor's wave goodbye~

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The past wasn’t all that great and the so-called “achievements” - say - 
Of the past pale when we compare them to our capabilities today.

Egyptians built  the fearsome Great  Pyramid weighing 6 million tons in 20 years;
We  dump  7 million tons of rubbish every year in the Atlantic without fears.

Moses   parted the Red Sea  for a while to allow escape; 
But the Soviets made the Aral Sea disappear entirely from the landscape.

Moses also made the Egyptian Nile turn red  for hours  -
The English chemical industry constantly turns the River Tees red, and sours.

History’s important Punic Wars sadly killed 160 000 people in twenty years,
But  US road accidents  kill the same number in only 4 years  - no tears.

More EU harvested grain is burnt  weekly, to combat low-price fear,
Than  a whole year of growing in the mighty Roman Empire economic sphere.

5000 people ate fish and bread with Christ : there were left 12 baskets of good food. 
5000 can eat with McDonalds  with no  good  food at all, just business shrewd.

Great  Wall of China used to be most important cultural object seen from spaceflight;  
Now  that’s nonsense,   it is in fact  Las Vegas at night.

We  have been capable of eroding  the Acropolis much in forty years.
How much erosion from two millennia of  great civilizations?  Nowhere near!

Every fifteen years or so, one  meteor  impact can destroy 80 million trees; 
We  remove  that  from the world’s  forests every week with ease.

Yes our civilization is a world beater
Not just a record-from-the-past repeater

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My Dreams...Like oysters brokenOpenat the Seams

  Sandpipers soar around us
say go home
You must not spoil the sunset
with your lies
your feeble tries
at resurrecting love
  Go home and leave 
the seashells on the shore
retrace your tracks
not welcome anymore
  Your jaded eyes
rebuke the setting sun
reflecting all the things
you've said and done
shake out your blanket filled
with sandy dreams
like oysters broken open
at the seams
to spill their treasured 
for your disdain
you've come to reap 
the spoils of love again
Take not these tokens
offered by the sea
just leave them here
for eyes of love to see

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A bevy of gulls in a sea-fowl cloud
In fellowship,squabble,whispering loud.

An American doublet

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Breaking the Madness

Livid with nocturnal madness
Octavious shed his robe
as he pierced his skin of solitude
and headed toward the road
The eve met him with yellow pine
and pearl juice set a'sprinkle
As the sky dolled out her decadence
the frost hung still and tranquil
He found his path into the woods
descending 'neath the branches
as he swept his hair past nervous eyes
and forest floor expanses
While he approached, the trees stayed clear
the smell of human in the air
and just when no more could he bear
he found his water passion there
A slip into the brackish kiln 
would fire the chill and clean the skin...

A winter night's insanity
erased him as he swam to sea~

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Will Ye My Lad

Will ye my lad, come sail with me Cresting softly the swelling sea? Hand to the oar, and face to the bow Sail we the ocean, high wave and low. The wind at our cheek, the briny sea’s dip Rocks our frail bark, and threatens our ship. The heave of the wave, our watery bower, Lulls us at night with its sleepy power. Day after day sweep we the earth, ‘Till safe we sail to our launching berth. The lightning above, the worrisome gale, None hinder us as onward we sail. Straight and true, our craft does soar Paddle we fast, spreading our oar. Will ye my lad come sail with me? None hath lived so wondrously free! All fears behind, great joy to espy, Cruise we to glory, both you and I!

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log book

From a ship’s logbook 

Sat on deck another long day I smelled of chippy fat 
and the sweat of honest labour  

The stove in the galley was oil fired but I wanted to 
read a few poems before I had a shower. 

The light wasn’t any good so I read a western book,
 as I always had wanted to be a sheriff in Texas. 

The book was good I knew the words before I read
 them, fell asleep when I awoke it was midnight

I knocked on my cabin door, give roaches a change 
escape; impossible long days and blithe was the sea 

In the morning I was still reeking of chippy fat and it 
was too late to have a shower.     

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Winter's Spell

Now the arrival of a desolate kingdom so bleak 
Felt and suppressed not able to speak

With the cold winds that blow
Beneath a paradise of sparkling clad snow

Nox has cloaked all with an attic embrace
To what was tempered on this earthly space

Hardened clay with fists of steel 
Crackling rivers that slept and concealed

Howling cries of the lonesome and the scared
No place for the living to dwell unprepared 

Lifeless beds of gardens fast asleep 
This place not fit for man nor beast

 And so a passing of time will endure and erase 
To the coming of spring taking in its place

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The Case Against The Moon

She held the case against the moon
in bubbled glasses sea green hewn
and whispered nothings to the fish
her sea fins swishing at her wish
"The case against the moon", she said,
"began the day that I was wed
and on that day the tide pulled back
to swirling waves to ships attack
It 'twas this day my love embarked
a voyage to sustain my heart
while I a lowly mermaid be
he came to set my spirit free...
His ship was bitten by the wind
a low and moaning hull of tin
His eyes of coal to be immersed
while I searched for my wedding purse
Pearls from oysters for my crown
and seaweed stitched a wedding gown
His laugh and all his love did die
and, on my fins, I know not why
And so bold moon, I challenge you
to bring the worst that you can do
and I will fight with all my will
until the tides return to still."
The passive moon, it heaved a sigh
and tides began to do or die
while waves in turmoil turned to swell
the fish turned too, and wished her well.
She threw her glasses to the sea
and dove to indigo caves once free
to tether nets of liquid ore
to quell the moon forever more
On flying fish she pulled her nets
beyond the sun's impartial sets
to catch the moon and hurl her down
a luminous splash, and then no sound
The earth went dark, the sea went cold
all mermaids there went grey and old
The sea floor shook at the moon's embrace
in a glowing ripple of pure disgrace
Still in the sky in purple wind
the mermaid whispered: "I have sinned"
She shed a thousand briny tears
and flew the skies with grief and fears
'till deciding at last what she should do
She set a course to save the moon.
She dove to the bottom of a sea of light
and what she saw was quite a sight
The broken pieces in scattered glow
This wasn't the moon she used to know
So gently, with fins and liquid lips
she balanced a shard on her mermaid hips
and flew to the ink, to the sky of sorrow
with a sadness of what would be brought the morrow
The sliver she placed in the sky that night
became the "new moon" to dimly light
the ocean each month to gently grieve
it's ships and it's mermaids to long bereave.

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Saint Patrick's Day

The worst of snow has disappeared
We had a lot of it this year.
But now that it has gone from sight
Our winter blues have taken flight.
The smell of spring is in the air
A robin sings its morning prayer
As morning sun climbs upward high
To brighten up the morning sky.
Among this picturesque display
I stand here on Saint Patrick’s Day
So proud to live in this country
An Irishman of ancestry; 
"Erin go bragh" is what I say
But home is here and here I stay.

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Radiant Reflection

Look into the mirror

Tell me what you see

Write it on a piece of paper

And drift it out to sea


If it’s something negative

The ink will fade away

But if it’s something positive

The ink will surely stay


Sit and wait by the ocean

Make sure you bring a pen

So you can write down something positive

And you can start your life again


Look into the mirror

Tell me what you see

Write it on a piece of paper

And simply wait for me.


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Cold Feet

There are days into the sea I step,
Ever mindful of its depth.
Against my shins the froth enchants,
til intrigue tugs me to advance.	
While writhing weeds like serpents’ snare
climb in deceit my skin--yet fair--
Rarely do I tread chest high
and never has she scaled my eyes.
Ever mindful, submissive sigh
Most of the time my feet stay dry.

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Ships Equipped with Souls

Our bodies are ships going with the tide.
The peaks and valleys that we all must ride.

Riding the waves being tossed to and fro.
Moving with the current, or ebb and flow.

If all hope is lost, and your faith is short.
What about love, if the soul is in port?

Go and remove the barnacles of sin.
Merely waiting for our ship to come in.

Suspended in dry dock; good time to pray.
You've been restored, go back to work and play.

Sometimes at the bow, sometimes at the stern.
Sometimes below deck, from all these we learn.

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Manatee or Mermaid

Goodbye .....
she whispered from afar
The wind took words away
and scattered them
 along the beach
where lovers used to play

 I chased the syllables and nouns
I gathered up the thoughts
but currents in the water found
the letters I had caught

I still can't understand or hear
the bubbles  that she blew,
landing lightly  on the waves
a surface love so new.

I sank beneath the  waters 
a deeper love to find,
the heavy words like loyalty
and truth were on my line,

but I found only adverbs
Of  when and why and how
I left my love note at the shore ,
who needs an old sea cow?

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Ambergris and Abalone

 is what it was 
that washed up on the dunes ,
 in the hands of children 
'neath the moon.
fallen from the sky ,
and Sseaweed for our heads
we fell asleep along the reef 
upon our sandy Bbeds .

the Ddreams 
that came 
were Neptunes' own,
He held a triton on his throne,
he bade us ride a steed below
a spritely  Sseahorse all aglow

we wondered why he even cared
to show us , but we gawked and stared
at  Ttreasures measureless by man
he said he had a clever plan,

if we should want to breathe the air
we'd have to bring a  Ttreasure there
or stay forever down below,
we begged him just to let us go,

he said just one could rise above
and prove an everlasting Llove
by casting Ggold into the sea
and then the other would go Ffree

I went ashore 
and straight to bed,
I still hear voices in my head
they say .......
"'where have you gone my dear?"
when I hold  Sseashells to my ear.

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Deep See Fishing

assaulting the sky,

         !!!!!!!   Sailfish  !!!!!!
    in spray
arching high,

    Blue White
in the Florida sun,

          A fisherman's
      caught in photos
       !!!!! fun!!!!!!

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  I toweled off my tear soaked face
and stitched my heart back into place,
I tallied up my circumstance
and then I took a ship to France

  I boarded early after noon,
I think it was a night in June
I went below because of rain,
and when I came back up again,
I think I must have had a spell,
the sky was dark,I couldn't tell,
what was what ,nor,who was who,
I didn't know just what to do,
  A swarthy pirate with a sword,
proffered whiskey in a gourd,
He slapped my back and sang a song,
about a sailor who went wrong,

  A drunk guy with his belly shaved,
by rusty razors,met his grave,
with Davy Jones,I think he said,
anyway...the bloke is dead.

  I tried to ask a question here,
like "Where is this?"
but then I fear,
a cannon cracked the sultry night,
a sound that filled my soul with fright.

  Then Captain Jack came swinging down,
{a parrot beat him to the ground}
He put a pistol in my hand
and said....
"Look sharp,it's war, my man!!"
A shanghai plot  I realized,
had taken my life by surprise.

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Bottle Up the Pain

Azure treasures,heavy laden
guarded by a sweet mermaiden
underneath a coral reef

come and sacrifice your grief

It is worth a gold doubloon
to give up mourning after noon
it feels so good to stoke the pain
embers there inside your brain

are you willing to deny it?
If you are the sea will buy it.
seal it in a Mason jar
now throw  it high
and just as far
as mortal man can fling his woes

to places only Neptune knows.

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After the Wave

  After the windstorm
after the wave
I wander the beach head
for something to save

  something of value
left on the shore
something that Neptune
can't use anymore

  There you were standing
alone on the sand
fragments of starfish
holding your hand

  You turned with the wind
and the sea in your smile
the laughter of gulls
flew around you beguiled

 your hair swirled around me
and tangled in mine
you said to yourself
what a wonderful find

  so we both collected
each other today
washed up on the wave
of emotion at play.

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In the Spring of my life
I fell in love and took a wife
The children came with so much joy
First a girl and then a boy

In the Summer of my life
Things were good, there was no strife
We built a house and bought a new car
Everything was great-so far

In the Autumn of my life
Trouble began with my wife
Things got totally out of hand
And she ran away with another man

In the Winter of my life
I'm just trying to forget my wife
I don't know what tomorrow will bring
I just sit alone and think of Spring

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Mother of Pearl

  She wasn't really black no more
she'd washed away out on the shore
she seemed to be reflected gray,
a pearly hue ,
sunlight at play,
like  shale or stones 
up from the creek
the special smooth  ones
that you seek
to rub your fingers
quiet upon
after day is done 
and gone
Silent was she,
yes she was,
a purpose there
without a cause,
I wish I'd called her 
by a name
all I know is that she came,
and went again
out with the tide,
I wish I knew
the  way 

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Looking Out For Me

   Dark hands of night
release the sun
  above the ocean
day's begun
  as I look out to 
find the one
looking out for me

  The dreams we save
and search for more
wait like seashells 
on the shore
 and there's the one
that I adore
looking out for me

 From your window
you can tell
the sillouette you 
know so well
against the sun
the ocean's swell
looking out for me

and on this beach
this spit of sand
you give me hope 
to take a stand
to know whatever 
life demands
looking out for me

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Found On My Shore

You washed up as a smooth white bone
of concave breadth and marble hone
You washed up when the tide was high
Held to my cheek to feel the sky
You dragged in with the silver tide
a secret to the waves confide
You lost me then inside your spell
I felt to faint, a bit unwell
You salted skin upon the beach
when you were there, within my reach
You played the waves to sweetly slip
in equilibrium to tip
You waited there to hear my name,
to soak the sand in pouring rain
You slept awhile until my hands
brushed off debris of golden sands
You washed up like a Grecian stone
when I was walking there alone
but now I'll throw you past the shore
You're not the treasure I'm searching for...