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Details | Ode | |

Mother Ocean

Froth and foam, time and tide...
Ah, the motion of the ocean.
‘Tis the source of my heart's longing,
The place of my soul's belonging, 
With it's push and pull...
Ebb and flow.

As time and space go rambling on...
At your shores, the same time and space
Stand halted...
Your maker and mine exalted...
By your push and pull...
Ebb and flow.

At times I find myself longing,
To become one with you,
And your knowing of life's beginnings,
Both old and new...
And the days and years of all your learnings.

To find myself wrapped up, 
In your fathomless embrace,
In all the ways you have kissed me,
With the currents of your passion…
Your endless days, the mystical fashion,
Of your push and pull...
Ebb and flow.

Yet how shall I fathom, 
Your unending endlessness?
And how shall I counter, 
Your impartial fury?
Most certain am I that it will bury,
And erase, 
All that is and leave no trace, 
Of that which is and was to come.

For man who is blind, sees only your wealth, 
And not wholly that, 
But that which he deems
As wealth.

Till you, left naked and raped, rise...
To reprove us, to open our eyes.

Only then do we see, 
T'was meant to be, 
That you, and I and we,
Are made as one.

And as to you, unto us is done.

Thus to us is done for sure, 
Till blindly stumbling we find this cure:

That those who shall possess you, 
Shall do in setting you free.

And to them is your grace, 
To them is your passion, 
The depths of your soul and the endless fashion, 
Of your timeless, enduring mystery.


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Details | Haiku | |

Surf Therapy

Mother Ocean please
Send me waves of such beauty
I need Therapy


Dedicated to my Dad on Father's Day 2013
The man who introduced me to the ocean and educated me about it and gave me reason to love appreciate and respect it.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Heart Of The Sea

The lighthouse shines as she calls her ships home,
as they drift out to sea with high tide they roam.
The moon dances across the majestic sea,
as my soul reaches out longing to be free.
Childhood memories flooding back in my mind,
to a time in my life where I wish I could rewind.
Memories of my mother and I sitting out on the rocks,
as we watched the ships coming in and out of the docks.
A smile on her face with her arm in mine,
mommy's little girl my heart would shine.
Remembering walks with my mother on that golden shore,
as the whole memory captures my essence to it's very core.
Seagulls flying by swooping down on the sand,
digging their claws as if owning the land.
As I close my eyes I can still see my mother as she smiles,
I can still feel her spirit knowmatter how many the miles.
Someday I hope to meet her on those rocks where we'd sit,
with her arm in roped in mine so rightfully fit.


Details | Free verse | |

OH MOTHER AFRICA

Oh mother Africa cradle of civilization
like the great trees of our green oceans
you protect your young from this great gale
from east, north, south, west but mostly west
it comes with a force first gentle then strong then stronger
from leaf to stem it sways the oceans
steering our waters to unright directions
it brings it's sand from far away and takes our leaves to far away.

Oh mother Africa cradle of civilization
land of fruits milk and honey
groom your young in your own way
let them know it's not for sale
our dignity, pride and values
but how do you cushion a dying man
how do you relieve a man running after a setting sun
a drowning man will clench a straw
if this he thinks will stay afloat
young shoots find no space to blossom 
even in this spacy forest
is this our fault or it it's fault
that seedlings readily embrace the gale
they know the wrath it all entails
but this they say is better than the dark.

Oh corner trees of iroko type
give space for the young to grow
their roots will firm their stems will broad
and this ocean green will stay agreen
heed my advice and pave the way
for if these things are not done in time
your young will continue to embrace the gale 
and this ocean green will go brown some day.


Details | Free verse | |

Homesick

There's this girl that I know who misses her home
The place filled with laughter, her joy, and her hope.
This girl, she is sad, and I've seen her heart break.
She just doesn't belong here, and she doesn't want to stay.

When she's at the beach she just sits and she stares
Across the water to who knows where.
The ocean is the one place she has found on this Earth
That fills her with any kind of peace and hope.
Though still she is sad, she's not where she belongs,
But at least at the ocean the fierce homesickness calms.

She'll walk down the beach and look out at the water,
Totally uncaring of those who might watch her.
She knows she's not normal, that she isn't like them.
But she knows that they cold never understand.

This girl that I speak of, how I know her well. Yet at the same time I hardly know her at all.
It seems to me as I walk down that beach that
I'm never gonna know of who I truly speak.
Because as long as I'm here, so far from my home, my heart, my pain there, my hope,
I am only half here. 
I am only half home.
And all that I want....I just want to go home.


Details | Rhyme | |

Driving a Minivan Into the Ocean

This is a news story stranger than any other. It’s about a suicide attempt by a pregnant mother. She wanted to kill herself and her three children. The thirty-two year old drove her minivan into the ocean. Hours before, the woman called her sister. Police were warned about the mother’s strange behavior. “Demons infest our house” is what the mother would say. She took her three children and speedily drove away. The event happened near the Florida town of Daytona Beach. Fortunately, there were two brave men within their reach. Just as the tide was carrying the floating vehicle away, the men rushed in to rescue the family and save the day. From a news story found on aol.com


Details | Epic | |

Titanic Letters contest

I write this poem from my heart
As I set off on my fresh new start
A woman of the age of nineteen
Leaving her family for this American dream
With just this napkin and worn out ink
I rest this night under Gods eyes and think
Of all that I am leaving behind
To make sure my little boy and I will be just fine
The ticket cost more than we could afford
But while the captain said "all aboard"
I knew it was my last chance to truly live
And have a chance to someday give
These little hands the ability to play
Lord give us strength is what I pray
From nine to two im committed to dine
On deck with musical fingers that chime
Then again at six for dinner time
Seriate this ship while they enjoy evening wine
Though they will make money off me
My only song and melody
Will sound across the ocean floor
Free at last my wings shall finally soar
And when he’s older he will understand
A mother’s love and faithful hands
Directed his destiny to new borders
While voyaging on still waters
When he’s grown he will know no lack
For all his wealth will be in tact
I end this write until part two
My payment now I must pursue,
Day three on this exquisite sea
The people have been quite nice to me
They house me and my angel all for free
While I keep playing so eloquently
I know we will soon be there
A man offered us to stay in his care
All if I will teach his wife
To dance on zebra keys with abundent life
The lavish life I can plainly see
Never again will we feel pity,
Why are people screaming upstairs?
Ill finish my line for down here I’m unaware
This poem I keep sown in his pocket
For my son you will look back and it will be your cherished locket...

I sit here and look at all my land,
I wish for a moment I was still in your hands,
Dear mother you sacrificed your life for me,
That night our ship of dreams lost its identity,
Now grown and wise,
With your gental green eyes,
This piece of you is all I got,
As I write, my stomach is in knots,
Even though I was only two,
I remember all that you went through,
Wrapping me in a little tote,
Slipping me in that safety boat,
For many had to stay on deck,
While the ocean engulfed that wreck,
And only the rich could really survive,
Dear mother I was your wealth that’s how you kept me alive,
You have never left my sleeves,
I keep your words sown as part of me,
I know that you’re playing For God and all his angelic bliss
I end this journal entry with a cherished kiss.

By; Sabina Nicole
Titanic contest


Details | Free verse | |

mother pearl

you lie beautiful
on the bottom 
of the seabed
mother
of the ocean

whispering motions
in shades 
of a rainbow
spray colours
you beautiful

kissed by the sea
upon the sands
waves goodbye
your remains

upon the sand
dead beauty
pleasing
on the naked eye
still so beautiful
a treasure
one can see


Details | Free verse | |

Why in the World

Why in the World?

I asked myself, 
"Why in the world did God create earthquakes and tsunamis?
There is such devastation, tragedy, lost lives, horrific suffering.

And then, I knew.
Long ago, before man populated the earth,
Before men developed metropolitan areas upon the ocean shore,
When mother earth was free to ebb and flow, free to grow.
There were seasons and tides, rotations and revolutions.
Her face was painted in different shades as time progressed.
Upheavals and uplifting, subuctions and cooling took place.
Eons saw her crust and mantel strengthened, altered…recycled.
The ocean waters rinsed the shores rhythmically.
The moon reined its beauty upon the nights and sands drifted.
Pulsating waves washed the shore…cleansing and eroding.
Crushes of elements sank to her ocean floor.
The shore rejoiced in its newness…for a while.
But balance is a key to restoration, a function of recycling.
She quivers; the earth quakes; the ocean regurgitates upon the shore.
Tsunamis return upon the land that which had been washed away.
Regaining equilibrium within the earth’s core.
Forcefully, volatile, crushing, engulfing, and renewing.
Long ago, before man populated the earth, it served her well.
Earthquakes and tsunamis were a blessing to the planet.
A natural renewal process maintaining balances purposefully.
Fulfilling a function…like a hurricane or a tornado.
Perspectives changed when man spread around the earth.
Civilizations developed; populations increased.  
Man built upon Mother Nature’s shores to enjoy her beauty.
But the moon still reined her forces.
And the need for balance amid life cycles remained.
Freely we are given that which can be quickly removed.
Our souls cry out for understanding of that which must be.
Balance amid all things: atoms, cells, bodies, systems, planets,
And universes…

© March 13, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen




 





Details | Narrative | |

Freedom before my lost brother

Freedom before my lost brother

They march before the rising sun with guns at six
We stand before sun down with signs of freedom

Who really marches to the same drum? 
When my hand have been blown off for beat
The beat, the beat, the beat

As he races from the explosion of freedom in his chest
For freedom
To escape this tide of hate
That swept us slaves of red, white and blue

And he is nothing like before when hate took him away
He is a man at six and we are still children as adult
War took my hands and feet I am no solider
I fight for freedom not money
You fight so this tide will not cross-oceans and sands

We fight here for food and light
And light, to breathe, to die for family
Across the ocean hand my son an ak-47
And he will march and kneel before God for forgiveness

Hand my brother a ruger and he will stand in the shadows for American greed
Greed in the land of freedom and hope, black in the shadows
And mother can mend wounds here across the oceans she can only dial 
Extensions..... 
Of relief
Mother over there must know how to be doctor and surgeon, and warrior for the 
Next 
Generation to survive, to live

We cannot procreate; we are the ends of mankind
With bombs in the hands of babies
To extend our left hand of hate across the ocean, across towers of hope

We must all be the same here a million mile from each other
My skin dictates that I hate, be hated, I rape, be raped
I bleed red, white and blue
Watching in shock, disbelief as red, white and blue goes up in flames in the 
Ashes of the wind just like you

Freedom can never come to me here before her with that torch 
My mother across  the ocean must be sending me a package of death to kill my 
four father
Your four father because my complexion means that no one can see me
 I am a lost brother, forgotten sister 
 Hated child with no hands, no hands in freedom

March me before television cameras, signs of peace, and words of love
I am still a lost brother............ before truth
But you knoe me so well..
From the the same box that caused my cousins in your land to be hung
Money means nothing here, Money means every thing beside her with the torch
Pass it to me so I may freedom---the truth


Details | Rhyme | |

RUNNING TOWARDS THE WIDEST OCEAN

I was barely nine or ten beginning to feel emotion 
when I started to run as if chasing a balloon
flying towards the widest ocean
of deep blue with clouds drifting by too impossible to reach...
while my memory recalled another, peaceful noon
spent on the quitest, prettiest beach.
 

I walked and stomped on jellyfish
thinking they would sting me first;
mama constantly warned me to keep away from them,
and ignoring it, I kept on burying then in the hot sand,
but mom yelled, " Son, you are a cruel boy...you think they don't hurt,
these are creatures of the sea surviving in tough waters since birth."   


I nodded with that expression of boyish innocence suffocating a scream,
making believe to obey and defiantly planning a scheme 
that would have made her cring and running towards the widest ocean,
I fell into the prestine sand I screamed as if I were in extreme pain.
" Mom, they have stung me! Take them back into the water! 
Poor mama, she fell for my scheme getting up from her confortable chair!  


Enered in Francine Robert's contest,
" Blue On Blue On Blue "
Topic: Beach


Details | Haiku | |

The Ocean Foam

The Ocean Foam

Wayfaring sailor.
When mother and seas are one,
The ocean's foam cries.

©  Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
    1/ 5/ 2008


Details | Lyric | |

Sweet mother

Mama! Mama! Mama! Oh mama!
In love you clothed me. 
In hunger you feed me.
When rain fall you cover me.
In sun you shade me.
Your song of life inspires my feeling. 
I grew in your deep sense of feelings for me, 
and sung in your well of affection.
I slept in your prayers. 
And wake everyday in your love.
With love your rainfall,
causing a deep ocean of encouragement.
I am lost in your love for me,
and found in your desires for my excellence. 
Mama! I know your wish for me. 
And what you want me become.
I believe in your ocean full of encouragement,
and sunk by your showers of motivations.
What more do I need from you Mama?
What more? Thank you Mama. Thank you.
But just wait! Wait! Just wait!
And see what you have made me become.







Details | Verse | |

To my mother

When I was youthfull…young
I had peers that are wayward…wrong
but her wealthy words made me steady… strong
Now I’m old… not tempted by the tales of throng

My mom told me to stay and never sway
Even if I am worldly, weary … wicked way;
In the sun and rain…naughty night or darling day
She taught me to know the time to play and pray

She has taught me never to fear or frown
Even if the scorching sun makes me dry… down
In the ocean of life, I feel I am going to drown
But I come out as pure gold…the talk of the town

My mother, my tender home when I was fragile
Thy balm and boobs blessed me till I was agile
You gave everything you’ve got…going the extra mile
Now I live a life that’s worthwhile…I sail and smile

When I was youthfull…young
I had peers that are wayward…wrong
but her wealthy words made me steady… strong
Now I’m old… not tempted by the tales of throng

My mom told me to stay and never sway
Even if I am worldly, weary … wicked way;
In the sun and rain…naughty night or darling day
She taught me to know the time to play and pray

She has taught me never to fear or frown
Even if the scorching sun makes me dry… down
In the ocean of life, I feel I am going to drown
But I come out as pure gold…the talk of the town

My mother, my tender home when I was fragile
Thy balm and boobs blessed me till I was agile
You gave everything you’ve got…going the extra mile
Now I live a life that’s worthwhile…I sail and smile


Details | Rhyme | |

my mother ocean

 A nice sunny day,the oceans calling me away to drift with her rhytmic motions as she
purifies my soul.
    I can feel the filth flow out of me replaced with living Qi.I feel at one with her
were syncted in harmony.
The cool refreashing feeling of her rejuvinating force.the power of her gentleness sets me
on her corse.
So softly like a gentle breeze she wispers in my ears drawing  me inside her where she
strips away my fears.
Totally emerserd in her she seems to breath for me.and i get this secure peaceful sense of
total serenity.
Its like being in a loving embrace of which you never want to leave.
No words could ever describe it, you must feel it to believe.
Revitalizing my mind body spirit like some kind of magic potion.
I was born of her i`m her loving son and shes my mother ocean.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Mother Ocean

As I ride on her rolling back,
  Her pitch it sings to me...

She rocks me like my mothers arms,
  And whispers tenderly....


Come see what yet has not been seen,
  Come see the world anew...

Come find yourself, that inner peace,
  That dwell the depth of you....


And I will smooth your weathered brow,
  And put your all at ease...

For we shall sail until the end,
  Of every endless sea....


Details | Senryu | |

Ocean Dance

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                           She held my tiny fingers
                      And we jumped each salty wave
                          Dancing with an angel


Details | Free verse | |

Mother Ocean

my children lived inside of me
so young they were inside the sea
they were so tiny and hard to see

they had many hands so they could hold
no mouths were needed for I kept them fed
eyes were useless for each book I read

my children lived inside of me
and they would grow inside the sea
they've gotten bigger to compete

there fins were used to help them swim
once they had eyes it was hard to make friends
each mouth was hungry and hard to feed

my children lived inside of me
so large they were inside the sea
they swam furiously and caused many waves

some have gotten to stay to small
the big ones would eat too many of them
then the big ones would fall for there was nothing left

my children lived inside of me 
but then one day they came to leave
they grew some arms which came with legs

they forgot to swim and walked instead
they were given great minds and there talking spread
they destroyed life to build a living

my children lived inside of me
and they forgot that they were free
but hopefully they will one day 

come to there mother to see if she's okay
for I have gotten sick and so have your brothers that stayed
remember we are one in many different ways