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
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
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.
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
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
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.
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
Hidden from view her dulcet voice rings out
carrying her dreams across the ocean with no doubt
She knows one day she will find him as she sings of love
as she swims the ocean she is met by a white dove
A letter it holds in its beak from a mortal man
her voice has enthralled him, although it carries a ban
Curious she swims to the beach where he is sat
only once there she finds him a bit too fat
Sighing she continues her lonely search
a voice rings out calling her to a rocky arch
There she espies the merman from her dream
together at long last, they swim now as a team
At long last she is no longer alone, to him she is now bound
together their songs sing out filling the ocean with magical sound
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.
The soft arms, the caring eyes - it’s easily possible
To find something of you that is tangible.
In an ocean unknowably deep and vast
Sailors will find a rock to make fast.
Over the years together I call to mind
How your main feature is just being kind:
You’re a teacher, or a mother,
Or a friend, or a counsellor,
And people who know you think that’s clear -
And of course you are all these things dear;
But not everybody seems to get the subtlety
That you are the touchstone of empathy -
Concerned with everybody’s trouble
Yet never intrusive or forceful.
The ocean’s power is vastly more than that of a rock -
A boat plunging in the sea can barely measure its stock.
Your vessel is filled to overflowing with a generosity rare:
Everything you do for another is with care,
Done as if for yourself.
Truth is, I don’t always get it myself,
And sometimes I just can’t figure you out;
But I know something’s there and worth searching about
For you speak the truth in every way
And always mean just what you say.
With a sense of love, justice, and purpose that sails
Through the darkest wave-tossed gales.
But even that doen’t cover it complete.
Your laughter light, and sense of adventure sweet,
Is an ocean of porpoise and dolphins
With splashing tails and tall proud fins,
Leaping ahead of my plunging boat’s prow,
Diving to depth I never quite plumb somehow.
I have a fear of drowning in deep waters, dark and cold;
I dream the waves are parted revealing Death's threshold.
I wonder, tremb'ling in my bed, if another life I've known;
Is there a body 'neath the sea, dissolved, bone of my bone?
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
We boarded the Titanic, her maiden voyage from the shore,
Just the two of us together, me and my husband Isidore.
Grandly cradled on the ocean within the ship of dreams,
Unaware an ice tow'r waited in the frigid, black extremes.
Roast squab and French ice creams, champagne and caviar
Were the first class luxuries, sailing on beneath the stars.
Near midnight the vessel shuddered as though wounded in the heart;
We waited captain's orders to load the lifeboats, disembark.
"Women first!" the crew commanded; older men could also go,
But Isidore would not depart, the truest gentleman I know.
He entreated me to leave the ship, but like Ruth of long ago,
I replied, "We've lived together many years. Where you go, I go."
We faced Death as we faced life, companions to the end . . .
Climbing the staircase to heaven, hand in hand with my best friend.
The story of Isidore and Ida Strauss is true; they were first class passengers on the
Titanic. Isidore was co-owner of Macy's. My connection to Ida is fiction.
The grand staircase on the Titanic was called "the staircase to Heaven."
June 22, 2014
Like an imprint on me
The most delicious tattoo
The ocean tides, the pool
It's a little scratch and sniff
To smell the ocean with a whiff
The feel of aloe on a sunburn
Soothing, cooling, infinite
The sights, the sounds
Rich and true
Never to fade
Summer's etched in you
Last Fall, my church's Scouts and I went hiking.
A few miles north of Big Sur’s coast,
There is a forested park much to our liking.
Point Lobos is the nature preserve that I love most.
The beauty there is supernal, beyond description.
We chose our trails with maps and compasses,
And practiced local plant identification.
I pointed out Monterey Pines and Cypresses.
For a time we climbed a steep inclination.
We looked down into a cove, home of sea otters,
From a viewpoint near the old whalers’ station.
We climbed through a cleft worn down by waters.
That Saturday outing wasn’t a total disaster.
The boys passed tasks to advance in ranks.
Life doesn’t get much better for an old Scoutmaster.
Lastly, to the Great Spirit we all gave thanks.
For Goethe Stanzas contest
On a darkened ocean night
in solitude so great,
where waves are crashing into rocks
and endless waters wait.
Sometimes when you look out there
you'll swear you've seen some light,
it's probably just old sailor Sam
he's fishing out tonight.
Sailor Sam is quite a man
he's been around sometime,
to fish along the ocean floors
and profit in his find.
But the people of the town close by
have never seen his face,
or hardly mention of his boat
which they can hardly place.
Sailor Sam will fish the sea
the darkness he won't fear,
he's Sailor Sam the fisherman
he's been a hundred years.
Under the castle hid from all
The dungeon was dark, crowded and small
Held by our captors hid from view
Wasting away as prisoners do
The dungeon keeper was the most vile of men
Born and bred to punish our sins
Outside the children run and play
Lost in the excitement of a brand new day
My mind drifts back to my days as a child
Just a rambunctious boy with a demeanor so wild
As I grew older it was clear to see
The world was a playground waiting for me
I sought all its pleasures tasted its wine
Lost sight of my roots as I fell from the vine
As I reflect back on all I have seen
I allowed myself to become angry and mean
I gathered some homeboys my personal crew
And proceeded to do what men shouldn’t do
Then way deep in my memory I pulled up a name
Which, was followed by an ocean of shame
To eat of his fruit I had such a hunger
So I decided to no longer be a warmonger
Separated from my gang I walked alone in the halls
Hung my picture of Jesus on my cell wall
Fell to my knees and called out his name
And released from my soul an ocean of pain
That gave me the strength to write out my truth
Making me a man who protects the innocence of youth