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Details | Free verse | |

Precious Shell

Rose-veined, you opened the heart vein in me
as I crested each white wave of grief.
Nipple-rosy, you suckled sadness like mother milk;

miraculous, whorled in warm salt waters -
small sea-curled shell, rocked by my body's waves.
When sea-voiced songs swirled into the pearled

shell of your ear did you hear
my breeze blown words, wave-whispered?
Small, balled conch of cute, ocean floating

but clam-clamped to the placental shore,
tethered by a soft seaweed sway.
Little love limpet, lodged forever

beneath my heart's carapace -
a memory mollusc
clinging to my dry driftwood days.



8/6/2014
for 'Leaf, Feather, Shell or Flake' contest


Details | Haiku | |

'the sea'

(beautiful!) immense and Poseidon-like,--the sea washes o'er my soul.


Details | Blank verse | |

Heart Of The Sea

  Heart of the sea,deeper 
than a chasm-insatiable 
monster like the 
graveyard.
    Habouring the wrecks 
of 
sunken ships and 
treasures,the abode of 
the titanic.
    Silent but troublesome.
Nereus safe haven and 
the Nereids on errand 
riding dolphins-saving or 
destroying at your will 
strange presence.
   Waves spread to all 
parts 
within minutes of your 
ignition.
    Heart of the sea,so 
vast that a journey on 
you can't be 
accomplished without 
your guide.
   A shimmering rare 
pearl 
looming underneath.   
Underneath u coldness is 
cast into oblivion-a 
warmth to the 
inhabitants.
    Heart of the sea is like 
heart of a woman-always 
pregnant after delivery.
Who can fathom your 
depths?









Name:Ifeanyi Bob 
Ekechukwum
(Baron Of Ebullion)


Details | Blank verse | |

Sea And Space

I see outer space
As the place
To retrace the roots
Of the human race.

I see under the sea
Is where our bodily
Cells first came to be.

Man's heart is in the stars,
Holding onto the dream to reach Mars.
Man's history,
Written in the stars as destiny.

I am but a child,
Born onto this planet turned wild.
I am but a soul
Sent here to alleviate the toll.

I see a sea of stars,
A healing ocean for our scars.
I see an empty crater
As void as our love for our Creator.

Man's fate has
Always been to create.
Man's destiny is to face
The sailing of the vastness of sea and space.


Details | Imagism | |

A Farmer's Eyes and a Sailor's Shadow

A thorough yield
On a farm field of far east
It took me time to realize
How far I am to my far east of coast

Call of my weather
Call of my winds
I sailed further and farther
To my naked coasts
Naive songs, Nimble rains
Nile of rivers, Nascent clouds

Reaching this far
I kissed my earth
Ground of my grief
Glory of my ghosts
Glad is those leaves
However scanty they are

Cast is my shadows
No longer they hide
My colors and my figures
They cast numbers on stars
Measure their light
Scope my winters
Scale my summers
Scanty my rains
Scuttle I wish my springs

Now let me see my greens
Their leveling heights
Their leafy gaze
Their spiderly gesture
Their primordial texture
Now let me be slow
In company of my greens

#Poem by +Gokul Alex


Details | Sonnet | |

Suck It Up

How does one know, they're on the right path?
We all take our chances, let fate do the math.
Understanding is key, when things don't seem right.
I know I will see, someday see the light.
Positive I am, no matter what happens.
Sometimes I still cry, could you pass me a napkin?
Nothing is perfect, no, it never will be.
Life is unpredictable, compare life to the sea.
Sometimes it is calm, and other times so rough.
Stay afloat, get over it, swim under it, suck it up!


Details | Acrostic | |

BRIDGE

IF your journey feels so heavy
YOU don't know what to do
NEED someone in the ready
A brother to pull you through
FRIEND dry your tears I'll be steady

I am never going to leave your side
SAILING with you on stormy seas
RIGHT now, and always forever
BEHIND to catch when you need me

LIKE an angel you can count on
A rock to comfort in uncertain times 
BRIDGE of hope I'll cross to rescue
OVER the years when life doesn't rhyme
TROUBLED friend who's down and out
WATERS won't drown, It's time to shine

I will lay it all down to keep you sailing
WILL see you embrace dreams one day
EASE your sails friend your getting closer
YOUR almost there you've found your way
MIND now relax that's success your inhaling

Acrostic Poem

Form: Acrostic
Contest: Bridge over troubled waters
Sponsored by: Roy Jerden


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Lilith Invoking

Winds blowing thru the land. 
Creatures of the night lurking.

Beware as the spirits take flight.
Over there in the ruined church yard.

There lies the cracked bell,  some say,
It can be heard on the nightly breeze.  

Suddenly, I hear the screeching night owls. 
She's going to take you thru the tunnel of night.

I could barely hear a voice whispering my way. 
Just out of the shadows, I see her gazing at me.

She comes from heaven, earth, lives in the underworld.
As the sea ebbed and flowed in honor of it's dark lord.

And you slip naked between my sheets of silk . 
Beware that you do not step and lose your way.

For the night is long, and the sea is deep indeed.
As I drive your sons and daughters into ecstasy .

I love how you forbid your sons and daughters.
To commit the sins that you, yourself committed.

I travel thru mirrors along with the owls of night.
I wed thru adultery , and conceive thru  murder. 

Beware that you do not lose your way this day.
Or your pleasure with life will not last long.

Though you can be sure I will be there, to welcome,
Those who come to me, into the night , eternal !!!  



3/ 13/ 2013    2AM     Lilith is Adams first wife


Details | I do not know? | |

My Wishes are Simple





My Wishes are Simple


My wishes are simple,
my desires few,

to gaze upon an ocean,
and marvel at a solitary drop of dew.



My wishes are simple,
my dreams not too grand,

to feel the waves teasing my tired feet,
with no footprints left in the cool, wet sand.



My wishes are simple,
my thoughts serenely gentle, calm,

my heart resting beneath a swaying palm,

healing my being, caressed by nature's soothing balm.





Details | Free verse | |

Foggy Night

FOGGY NIGHT  ©

The white orb, saturated with 
tidal flows, peers through the 
veil. 

A ghost ship slips up the fog 
laden channel. 

Night gulls. sing with strident cries 

fog seeps in, the tide rolls out, 
day is gone, the night creeps on.

Trees, dressed in ebony, drift by. 
Water glistens, gold and wet.

Edges blurred night is soft and 
tender, damp seeps into cloth, 
hair, bone.
 
Tents of light spread over the 
foggy landing.

Hunters of the sea know not day 
nor night, fishers all, 
white feathers stark against the 
darkest shadows.

Palm trees, silhouetted in 
ochre gauze, black brushes hard 
with paint. 

Pilings sway, their waists cinched 
with rope. 

Matronly sentinels, the craft finds 
the woody bosom. 

Trisha Sugarek
Butterflies and Bullets




Details | Verse | |

A Dance Upon the Sea

We sit at the waters edge comforting a sweet embrace.
It stills our hearts and breaths to see the dolphins play.
Synchronized arches of dance in the air and back down.
Nose first into the sea and back up again breaking surf.
Flair of beauty, impressive moves, pirouetting from the sea.
They're awe-inspiring masters of their water ballet display.


Details | Free verse | |

The Sea Rolls With The Breeze

Seagulls seagulls by the seashore open your eyes and you shall see more of the world's magik in front of your face why oh why would I ever replace the memory of that foamy sea crashing onto the shore while the seagulls are laughing with the children once more who feed them with eyes full of wonder to their curious delight seashells from dead oysters shine of the moon's pale sea light as they mate like the birds and the bees my sea kisses the sky when it rolls with the breeze.


Details | Lyric | |

Drifting Mainly

You belong to me mate 	 ( Intro )
And that be that!
Get on board
And grab your hat!

The ship was aghast at its new passenger	( Verse )
Like disdain for the lives that they now left behind,
Newcomers were scarce 
And they never would last
But I held up my chin nice and high.


The bloke who took me screamed	( Pre-chorus )
“Mop up the deck we’ve got things to do!” 
But I said sir, 
I’m just a boy and don’t know what’s to do.

And he said		( Chorus )
“Drifting mainly
Sailin the shores
Taking what’s mine 
And leaving what’s yours
Cause you know, we ain’t dead yet.”

Taking the seas for more than eight moons
We found islands and loot
That was bigger than most.
The taste of sea air 
With its wind in my hair
Took me away to this new life I lead.

After mopping the deck 
He grabbed my hand and screamed
 “Steer this ship boy!”
But I said sir,
I’m just a lad and don’t know where to go.

So the crew yelled	( Chorus )
“Drifting mainly
Sailin the shore
Taking what’s mine 
And leaving what’s yours
Cause you know, we ain’t dead yet.”

Surprising to me 
Was my unshaven face
The captain looked on 
And smiled with grace,
We stopped at a place 
Where the women were loose and didn’t mind
If we took a peak.

He said “Now you’re a man so let’s get on that boat,
We got places to be and some people to rope,
So grab that sword and drop that mop
Cause you’re no longer a boy in my eyes.”

I practiced the duel with the men in the crew
The captain took eye to my devilish pride,
And he took me aside and said 
 “Even in death I’m gonna miss you boy 
But don’t let it strike you 
Or kill your spirits
Cause even time can beat out the Grim.”

Then in the darkness came fire and screams,
Our vessel had stopped after fourteen years,
The crew fought hard and beat most of the men
But now, my Captain was dead.

We took the new ship watching ours sink deep
Saying goodbye to our drowning escape,
The crew turned towards me and asked
“What do we do?” and I smiled,
And they did to.

And we yelled    ( Chorus )
“Drifting mainly
Sailin the shores
Takin what’s mine
And leaving what’s yours
Cause you know, we ain’t dead yet.”


Details | I do not know? | |

For Bruce Springsteen

for bruce springsteen...


it was a rain-swept monsoon day

way back then, so many moons away

when i felt the music strumming in my veins

setting me free like a runaway horse without any reins

you sang of simple truths, 

your verse spoke to people just like me

in my lonely, wasted, and desolately quiet night

as you screamed out tragic human wrongs, and of everyone's plight

'bobby jean' spoke to me

of that girl down the street

glimpses of whom, we as innocents would furtively meet

and 'the river' that flowed through my ever-barren heart

led me down further roads of thunder

when slowly i finally learnt that the hardest part was fighting on

and never to surrender

to the hard-luck dreams that were born to run

while i danced in the dark 

with memories vivid and stark

even as i whined like that dog who for forever lost his howling bark

and then a 'human touch' came along

and 'better days' seemed real, not just words in a song

and still you sang and swayed and spoke straight into my unseeing eyes

as gardens of secrets were opened, and as your fist punched the skies

in an anger that i too felt and in whose cauldron i too burned

as we saw murder get incorporated, while on its wobbly axis, our fragile world apathetically turned

and then suddenly i was told that i was all grown up

working on a highway of scattered ideals

and absolving myself by sprinkling some coins in a waiting cup

well, after all these years of walking along so many a thorny road

with an armour of your verse covering me, even as i hear them taunt me and even as they continue to goad

but now i can feel myself fading away, into the bleakness of this coming night

just like the ghost of that old tom joad...


Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Rising Son

                                      Son of the Sea Trilogy Part 2 (copyright 1989)
                                      by:Allen Hacket
                            

                                      The Rising Son 
                                      Dedicated to: The Slauson Village


On a hot summers night lovers lay along the beachfront
Caressing each other so gently as the amber coals in the sandpits slowly melt away
The waves rise and tumult with such majestic force and beauty splashing against the shoreline relentlessly
Infinite as time itself and ever constant.
The pulsation of the conga drum permeates every pebble and grain of sand on the beach
The tinkle and the rat-a-tat-tat of empty bottles and discarded tin cans are transformed into precise percussion instruments
The melodic shrills of the magic flute weave it's translucent web encompassing the gritty growls and riffs that emanate from the golden mouth of the improvisational sounding sax

The dance has begun...slender black bodies glisten in the soft moonlight...jerking and gyrating in perfect rhythm to the beat of the drum
The sweet aroma of herbs fills the night air and wine flows freely
Emotions are high and love abounds
The music reaches a crescendo and comes to a gradual halt
A long awaited sigh of relief can be heard then solitude follows...
Dawn ushers in the distant light 
Destined to radiate its warmth and shine in the new day of the rising son.


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Details | Quatrain | |

Pride and Prejudice

Roots of brothers’ enmity


Days of thunder rise
When skin and classes
Did society divide
Into angry masses.

Disabilitating pride
Of prejudice impasses
Bursting into fire
Erasing crevasses.

A powerful dynamite
Abolishing classes
In fatal crossings like
Those of sea lasses*.

Fire raced worldwide
In tragic menaces
Destroying empires
For their trespasses.

World yet divided
Historical enmity clashes
Rooting in the first crime
Abel and Cain’s buried ashes.

By CarolineCécile
March 2007.

* Sea Lasses is a metaphor for cruise ships like the Titanic.


Details | Rhyme | |

THE RUSH OF EBBING WAVES

back and forth, boxsliding.
tossing and turning on the ocean waves;
the rush of ebbing tides moving,
similar to the unsaved lives of our days,
mixture of emotions gathering,
trying not to get sucked in the undertow,
our own deception that doesn't flow.
trembling in the fear of it's coolness,
the depths so limitless.
it's force unmeasurable,
only fit for the able.
it's nature can not be contained,
but it's characteristics can surely be attained.
soaking in it can acquire you different benefits,
a threat for the flow of living.
tides of waves so chaotic;
in a world so exotic,
the rush to coming back to it is so dramatic.


Details | Free verse | |

L'AUTRE MOI

I am the metronome
mover of measures
wide . . . . . . . . wide . . . . . . . . . . . . swings my pendulum
tracing the tempos of time

Tick-tock
my hands
a poco a presto
strum
staccato
the strings of my mind

I am the hollow
hourglass
Trickle my tunes
to the tilt of the times

The see-sawing sea
paces my sands—
murmurs ageless songs
in major
and minor

Sharp waves
crack my still mirror—
capture the startled sun
in splintered rays

I am the pulse of the wordless deep
Somehow
constant my cadence
Somehow
the play of my tides
echoes
the gravity of the moon


– Harley White 

< 1972 >