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If you are the ocean, then I am the mist
which kisses the morning the way children kissed
their mother at breakfast to start a new day
If you are the ocean, then anchors aweigh
We'll sail through the evening and on to the light
The daystar is dawning, we'll keep to the right
like Peter and Wendy to Neverlands' door
we'll sail on forever and touch every shore
If you are the ocean, come wash me away
to some misty morning and there we will play
on beaches you've loved all your lovely life long
If you are the ocean, then sing me a song
of sailors and treasures and I'll have to say
If you are the ocean, come wash me away...
It stands on a hill overlooking the bay drenched in ocean spray
That cedar shake house where I used to live high above the Fundy bay
A well trodden path leads from its door on to a winding road
Flanked by ditches where Morning Glories and Sea Salt roses grow
That winding road comes to an end at the shore of ‘Evermore’
A magical place where seagulls soar above the ocean’s roar
Lavender walls rise high in the sky through a veil of silver mist
Where the ocean shatters and falls in pieces against those lofty cliffs
And those footprints I pressed so long ago still lead me to this day
To that old house high on a hill overlooking the Fundy Bay
It is a place where the land bows down to kiss the misty tide
Where rolling waves bring memories of the place my heart resides
Author: Elaine George
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.
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
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Placed No. 1 in Francine Roberts' "Blue on blue on blue" Contest - Jul 2011
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
What makes me tick?
You ask me the question on what makes me tick
Well this I will answer, and answer it quick
Flowers and trees, the birds and the beasts
And all of the beauty on which my eyes feast.
Rivers and lakes, and oceans as well
And all of the dreams in which I do dwell
Music and poetry, Astrology too
And all of the wonderful things that I do.
These things keep me breathing and loving my life
And last but not least is my beautiful wife.
10 September 2013 @ 1353hrs.
Out on the shore I sat me down, to look at all the beauty around, there I noticed a rock
so big, so broad, that it had to be formed by Almighty God.
They say the ocean made it that way, but who made the ocean with its crashing waves? Who
could do such a mighty thing, who could make all of nature sing?
Who made the flowers on the hill, or made the meadows deep and still? Who made the wind to
blow this way or that, who made man, can you tell me that?
God, oh God, the Holy One above, who is my Father and full of love; and Jesus his Son whom I
will never deny, who on a cruel cross willingly died.
That brings us back to the original matter, the rock so big, so broad; that rock reminds
me of a scripture I read, straight from the Word of God.
If you build your house on sand, soon the rain and wind will blow, knocking it to the
ground, but if you build it on solid rock, it will stand there safe and sound.
Priceless pearl under the ocean
Everybody search for it up to the Mediterranean
Rare beauty lies on the crown-like shell
Waiting for special people to sprinkle the spell
O, what a magical thing shinning in the sun
If I have you in my hands, I feel like a queen
My heart yearns for your unique rarity
Engulfed me with your amazing purity
I will keep you inside the box of my soul
Cherished you forever, that’s my sole goal
March 22, 2013
For Craig's Contest
Below the surface is a whole new world
Of magic and delight to be unfurled
Below the surface, is a wealth of treasure
Of exquisite beauty that’s without measure
Below the surface of my deep blue sea
Is the secret storehouse of fantasy
Below the surface is where you’ll find
The treasures of my heart and mind
Below the surface at depths extreme
Is where you’ll find that buried dream
Below the surface, is where I come alive
In my depths, I know, you desire to dive
Below the surface, is where I keep my soul
If you go deep enough, I’ll make you whole
Below the surface, is where magic lies
Start the descent there now through my eyes
Below the surface, I’m waiting for you
Come down, my love, swim in love so true
Below the surface, vibrant you will feel
That surreal world, for you I’ll make real
Below the surface, you will beg to stay…
In my ocean depth, passion drenched each day!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
ON THE OCEAN WAVES
Ships that toss on the ocean waves have no track
To follow to lead them home by starboard tack,
Do not float abroad by evening star, or wave and throw
Their moorings to the lubbers ashore and below.
They wrest their pathway home from the deep
While landward the dry hills of home rest asleep.
Souls that search endlessly for salvation sure
Have no warrantied way to help them endure,
Cannot take or borrow the time to try new ways
To head ever closer to endless halcyon days.
These poor spirits tread a narrow path of dread,
Never knowing when, but always fearing to be dead.
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Written on 27 July 2012
Entered in Francine Roberts's Contest On the Ocean Waves