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Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Erratic

          Oh, Poisiden, you disrupt my sea;
                Alter not your color for the likes
                    Of miserable me;
                       Your mouth foams in revelry
                       As I gasp desperately for 
                       One remaining breath;
                     My rosary floats upon your
                Fickle friendship of fury,
         For your whims leave me
      With goose flesh as
    The grapevine wraps itself
    Around my throat ~
    I bear witness to antiquated
      Notes which deceive;
         The tongue of  thy counterpart
            Scorches this bosom...
                Nevermore do I grieve,
                    Yet I swim vainly;
                       The chastity belt on land
                           It does remain,
                              Drowned dreams of delusion ~ 
                                Un- new;
                                     I  lurk within the shadow of
                                        Door number two.


Details | Rhyme | |

Sea Songs

His heart is with the winds
that set his spirit free,
enduring breeze that sets the sails
and guides him out to sea.

Sea rover fair with eyes as blue
as ocean’s deepest depth,
he hails the morning mist
and keenly sets about his quest.

The sea songs call his name again,
and he cannot resist
the feel of sea spray on his face
gentle as a fair maiden’s kiss.

For wanderlust has this young lad,
no port to claim his own,
he stands upon a galleon’s bow
forever meant to roam.

Oh noble buccaneer,
with a poet’s heart to feed,
he leaves behind fair lassie
with eyes of Erin green.

For pieces of eight
and gold doubloons to spare,
he sails into the early fog,
hungry for adventure is our gallant corsair.

So she waits upon the rocks
of far and distant shore,
with faithful heart and purity
sure he’ll sail to her once more.

She keeps a lantern in the window,
it’s flame burning bright,
a lighthouse in the darkness
to guide him on foggy night.

He fancies himself a pirate
sailing under blackened flag,
the skull and cross bones waves above,
a sailor’s nightmare, a soiled rag.

But our mariner sails the briny deep
with dreams of tales to forever pass,
and perhaps a shiny nugget
to bring home to his fair lass.

But oh, the days are salty
with ne’er a puff of breeze to slake
the raging thirst befallen those
with sweet water naught to take.

In the ensuing days ~

the crew went mad,
the captain slain,
and the scuppers ran with blood.
Our handsome sea farer lay face down
in the awful flood.

The boat rocked listless in gentle swells,
the sails lay flat against the main.
The bounteous treasure long forgotten,
glittering heap of ill gotten gains.

As weeks and months and years passed by,
and winters turned to springs,
our once fair lassie, wiser now,
no longer dreams such things

as bonnie lads that set sail home
and take a faithful wife,
as he learned there’s naught to gain
from such a roguish way of life.

Her pretty face is creased now,
lined from worry and age,
her shiny locks tinted
with silver and gray,

She walks along the shoreline
on a bright summer’s day,
shiny rocks and seashells
she gathers from the bay.

The pretty tinkling of glass
on the rocks draws her near
as a bottle lies bobbing
in the shallows so clear.

The cork it is swollen
and waterlogged there,
but what lies inside
she can hardly bear.

A ruby as red as the blood of life,
and a note that simply read . . .

“Lassie, may I take you for my wife.”


Details | Verse | |

A Starfish In Her Hair

The tide rises within me soaked with failure's longing.
The sea siren's reach, out across the land to me.
The moon added its pull and speaks of not belonging.
I am drawn on astral screams to the deep dark sea.

small waves submerge
my pale ankles to my knees --
gulls cry

The weight of clothes so cumbersome impedes,
arching down, I let go, each bit of cloth from me.
Salt sea in, the salt sea out, my life concedes
choosing to leave, this go round, in the deep dark sea.

open eyes stare
into a silty brown brine --
bubbles rise

Sinking-down, passively, sadness abating 
Strands of silvered seaweed, chill, gently beckoning me
my limbs entwined in death's sweet embrace abiding
minnows greet me with a kiss, from the deep dark sea.

starfish 
in her hair --
fog horn
 


Details | Rhyme | |

Plockton - Wester Ross

The greatest holiday gift I ever received  
Goes back so many, many years
Before my life became turmoiled
And before my tears for fears

I was a child like many out there
Torn, strewn and split of kin
Mother and father in differences
Confused at seven, wearing their same skin

For I was one of the lucky ones
To a Highland Estate I would go
It's on the west coast of Scotland
Where my holidays desired me so

Secretly I internally smiled
For a whisper of where I was heading
To live with a movie star hero
No longer my life was in dreading

We were picked up by a man so fine
His manners were an absolute joy
Regimental he was in his approach
To me, just a seven year old boy

We travelled through the village of Plockton
Crystal clear waters edged to it's shore
I knew from this very moment
Being here ebbed previous family sores

On entering his house I was in awe
Movie pictures came to my view
They were images of James Bond
At seven I was totally through

A voice called to me
Hey James! sit down and I'll tell you me
Still in circles in walking awe
This is what he told thee

My name is Patrick Dalzel Job
In the Second World War I served
But this recognition I bestow
Humbles me to it's deserve

This honour that's been given
Was blessed by a colleague in war
What desired Ian Fleming to be so striven
Possibly, what we were fighting for

We served on the same destroyer
Fighting to make the future free
His tribute, in his novels I became
James Bond, it's incredibly me





Not many seven year olds have stayed with James Bond.
This seven year old Scot's boy has, maybe I learnt?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Patrick_Dalzel-Job


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Last memory

Bathed by the ocean blue 
There came a thought…
And it was solely of you.
How you’d dance across the night sky
With palms and the waves, waving good bye
With hopes and lights
All lost and wandering the night
Not at all lost…
But not at all found
I’ve wandered these towns…
I’ve wandered these thoughts,
Where has the time gone by?
No longer you dance…
No longer you play…
Just sit there in the sand
By the oceans nice bay
Dream with me tonight
Dream with me of all the things we once would do
Come back to life…
Just once…
Dance with me one last time
Beside the oceans blue
Come back to life…
Give me one last memory of you


Details | Rhyme | |

Beyond My Mind

Blue or green? The color of the sea, Going up and down the waves, To be my unexpected mood, Sweet or sour the feeling of me. The question of my mind hitting it through the divine, The passion of art inside a deep mind, With full of imaginations, Hitting me through left and right. Perspective comes along with me, Seeing it in my mind, Looking at the blank paper, My emotions run down the pages, Forgetting my visions along, Looking down on paper, Loosing my focus , Is getting hard to draw. Speaking with my wild heart wide open, Thinking of the world we live in today, Standing amongst the people not knowing what to say, Hearing the music flowing into my ears, Beating myself inside these walls of hate, Wanting my eyes to cry with full of tears, Hating to be on this earth, Seeing people fade away, Sinking through lies in my face, Stabbing me in the back when I need them the most, Seeing people with unwanted faith through their eyes, Anger comes my way, Looking down at the world with full of questions in my head, Going crazy with frustration and confusion of me questioning God, Deep inside my heart is burning with poison, Is breaking me apart like glass, At peace without a path in mind, Falling down somewhere here that I never belong, I'm not perfect yet, I like to lead not to follow others. Life is like a tree that grows inside me, Leafs on the tree come and go like people in my life, Taking the road of life, Things can change in a minute, When I look away, My goals would fade away, Going back letting noting stand on my way, Trying harder to focus on my goals, Looking around with a smile on, Reaching my goals slowly without a distraction.


Details | I do not know? | |

Sea of tears

Sea of tears weeping eyes in every tear they are letting go mirror sadness of souls (*) endless hose of heartfelt hidden grief and mourning invisible rocks wrapped behind protective shields the unstoppable flood releases free spaces sailing their sea of tears
Written for "CHOOSE YOUR FAVORITE BODY. . . Free Poetry contest" Date: May 30th 2014 by: Elly Wouterse Earlier - second - line: mirror sadness of a soul Note: the required poetry form is not an option on the list of poetry forms. Since this contest requires anonymous entries.. I ticked the box "I don't know". Hope the sponsor & judge of the contest will take this in consideration..........


Details | Lyric | |

Whale Meat Again

All aboard this ship of fools,
all aboard she's sailing,
all aboard this ship of fools,
for we are going a' whaling.

From the harbour our course we keep,
for the distant Antarctic water,
to find the leviathans of the deep,
and begin our bloody slaughter.

All aboard this ship of fools,
all aboard she's sailing,
all aboard this ship of fools,
for we are going a' whaling.

We say there is a scientific need,
to study these magnificent beings
we harpoon them, and watch them bleed,
as before our ship they're fleeing.

All aboard this ship of fools,
all aboard she's sailing,
all aboard this ship of fools,
for we are going a' whaling.

And still our leaders, they entreat
that we do this for the good of science,
but really it is for their meat,
that we kill these gentle giants

All aboard this ship of fools,
all aboard she's sailing,
all aboard this ship of fools,
for we are going a' whaling.
 


Details | Rhyme | |

A Walk Into Oblivion

I'd hoped the sea remembered me,
accepting me so easily,
as evening peaks and 
the moon draws out the tide.

She wrapped me in her icy shift,
eyes closed shut I'm set adrift,
and through the wash
I'm tossed with every stride.

Caught within her brackish flow
my beating heart begins to slow,
Katrina's won, 
the pain will now subside.


Details | I do not know? | |

VOICES FROM THE DEEP

We once walked along together, 
In the morning, by the sea.  
Two young hearts rejoicing sweetly, 
Hearts as happy as could be.  	

She began to hear strange voices 
Speaking words I could not hear.
Voices from her inner sanctum--
Words not meant for human ear.

Soon her mind began to hearken
To the voices from within,
And a heart that once sang sweetly,
Never sang so sweet again.

I remember, in September,
On a golden, autumn day, 
My true love was not beside me
When I strolled beside the bay.

I had searched, but could not find her
For our early morning stroll,
And my heart was beating slowly--
There was anguish in my soul.

Then they brought the tragic tidings;
That they'd pulled her from the sea.
Unheard voices had seduced her--
And took my very life from me.

Phantom voices in the midnight
Had aroused her from her sleep,
She'd surrendered to their calling,
When they beckoned from the deep.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Mighty Waves

The aching need to be near
The enduring pain no one could bear
Trying to control the mounting fear
As disaster strucked unaware.

Felt so alone, with no one there
Seeing the love ones drifted apart
But they could only see,
As they became the ocean's heart.

Who could express the lost they had?
Who could feel the heart hurting so bad?
Crying over a lost son who is just a little lad
They could do anything but bring him back.

Country shattered and torn
People left homeless
Mighty wave come and gone
Strong but merciless...


Details | Light Poetry | |

Denial

Being in denial is like sitting in an empty house,
with a moonlit forest behind it.

Coming out of denial is the new bird,
that comes and stays a while, with that little 
empty house, but when winter comes, 
he is off on a journey from the heavens above.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Sea of Sorrow

All alone in the middle of pain-
drowning in a sea of sorrow -
a demented asylum of unmerciful distress-
that destroys all hopes of tomorrow-

these dark crashing waters-
that are fueled by the rain-
are destine to swallow me-
in this cold sea called pain-

my heart beats uncontrollably-
as I frantically gasp for air-
but my lungs are filled-
and my cries are silenced- 
by the bitter waves of despair-

where is the sun to dries these waters-
and give long awaited relief-
to a soul that's drowning in a deep sea of sorrow-
pulled under by the currents of grief-


Details | I do not know? | |

Hopeless and Filled With Heartache

Tell me why doe’s the wind blow,
When it seems that almost anything can over power this boat,
The waves rise slowly and surely a storm is on its way,
A day of innocence equating beauty,
For tomorrow may fall,
And today is already gone,
I've decided that tonight is the night,
That I set love aside,
This whole time we're provoking each other in a blinding violence,
The ship rocked and I plummeted into the sea,
And you dove after me,
But now you know that I’m cold,
The mast snaps and the ship floods,
We wash up on a shore and you seek us shelter,
Crying out my name you try to resuscitate me, 
Keep your hands on my chest and wait for a beat,
I'll keep your trust in my arms and pain in my feet
We will all fall in the end.
As the time to rise approaches
No one will take responsibility
So tell me why does the wind blow?


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In this poem i give credit to 4 bands 
for assisting me with the words 
I could not find.

1.Our Last Night
2.As I Lay Dying
3.Dance Gavin Dance
4.As Blood Runs Black

I Hope you enjoyed it


Details | Quatrain | |

In the Sand

He walked down to the sea, lonely and bored
then dips his hand in the warm ocean brine.
Forty years she was the one he adored,
so he kneels to pray for her, one more time.

He spells out her name in the smooth beach sand
then he watches a wave wash it away.
Whispers "Goodbye" just as he starts to stand
he wishes there was more that he could say.

A gentle rumble as breaks a small wave
he can smell her perfume as on the breeze.
He has not the strength to visit her grave
self-pity and pain is all that he sees.

Watches seagulls as they swarm a shrimp boat
as it makes a turn back toward the bay.
Hollow and empty he feels without hope
and wishes a wave would wash it away.


Details | Rhyme | |

Swept Away

Mid afternoon, the sun slams down,
On the shifting sands of a coastal town,
The monument points with a gun to the sky,
The heat haze displaced by a seagull’s cry;
On the quay I sit and look out to sea,
At the distance between the horizon and me.

At a quarter to four I have not moved on,
Wearing haunted looks that I thrive upon,
An ice cream melts in a splitting cone,
Seeping through cracks to a twilight zone.
I take a deep breath and rise to my feet,
So cold and alone in the sweltering heat.

At the closing of day, the sun settles down,
The night muscles in on a coastal town,
I drift to the bar and the sea licks the walls
Of the harbour without where the darkness falls.
I look to the dusk for an answer or two,
But there’s no sign of life, and there’s no sign of you.


Details | Elegy | |

Stranger


My heart egos and my life drained from me
Simple life I live, I act as I know all
But I know not, no, not even a little
I earnestly seek for recognitions
But my life and my heart is a hole.
An empty vessel, soulless, loveless

I have been succumb by the pain of heart aches
I have become a broken man,
Know not what my future holds
I envy those who went before me, who were acknowledge

I hold on to the little shred of hope in me, 
I am being drowned by my own sorrows.
Love, hate, a new beginning and ending of my old self never seems to happen
My wrath against my enemies is nothing for they humor me with insults.
Let not death come to me in misery and despair, 
For life is full of joy and full of sorrows.

Love me, as who would love a stranger from nowhere.
Let my sorrows be taken away by the love of many
But at last, no one would.
Don’t cry for me, for no one knows me
They came before my grave and said “who is this man?”
“Why is the name not written?”
It is not written because I am nothing
Don’t shed a tear for the stranger such as me.

Life is like a dream on a calm sea,
As the captain gracefully steer and gently moves its rudder.
The passenger puts their lives in his hands,
A calm sea is the heaven of any sailor.
“So, where is my captain?”
The wind blows every so gently,
But my heart sinks gently into the sea;
Who will mourn for the stranger?

Drowned from my grief, 
My faith begins to waver like a ship tossed around by the winnowing wind
My heaven, my calm sea turns against me as I sail the Galilean sea
“Where are thy words that calm the raging storm?”
Ay! I have no peace even in my passing.
I have not thy words of command,
For my faith has been tossed away by the hating winds,  
Shallow, empty, and broken I lay here in an unnamed grave.

Only thy mercy will guide me to the third heaven!
Let my sorrows be washed away by the blood of the innocent lamp.
Let thy words be the honey drops for mine, 
As this world knows only lies
Blinded by greed and lust, 
They seek only to destroy of what they fear.
And my sorrows are tossed away by thy promises.
For thy compassion for lost sheep is great.

"Have I found peace?"
I have, for I know my heart is at rest when my body has aged
And my salvation has come
When I died with thy Words of truth


Details | Sestina | |

Patiently Awaiting

Upon the seas there sails a mighty ship
Her hold is weighted down with precious gold
She sails across the wide and surging sea

Alas! so dark and stormy is the sea
The men in fear and quaking grip the ship
The waves have no regard for chests of gold

While sailors try to lift the load of gold
The hull is damaged further by the sea
And rocks of distant shores have crushed the ship

Now lies the ship and gold beneath the sea


 

_ Form is both tritina and iambic pentameter _


Details | Free verse | |

If Old Men Fought

An old man looking out his door,
gaze fixed on a distant shore,
reminiscing to a time, not of happiness,
or, the prospect of a bright future,
to when he was sick to his very core,
to when as a youth, he went to war

A time before infallibility had meaning,
patriotism and bravado the craze,
the future was still unknown,
vigor for life at its all time high,
a time for romance, partying, buying,
no thought of pain, deformity, dying

Too young to understand or question,
ship to foreign shore, medals abound,
will impress the girls next time in town,
sacrifice not temporary,
forever more,
a legacy etched into a wall, few will remember,
flesh shredded, burned, torn,
families mourn

A time, when he willingly went to war,
will happen no more,
all lost in youth, now unrelenting,
no blind obedience,
minimal risk,
long life, his number one ambition

As he turns back from the door,
he thinks of the youth,
here now, soon no more,
lessons never learned,
the call to war,
to common the roar,
complacency the mood,
another generation removed

The old man agonizes
over what was originally not known,
war is preventable,
life too precious to waste,
the solution simple,
his vision, maybe too late

Send old men to the front to fight,
arthritis, heart disease, poor eyesight,
let the youth enjoy their life,
his near over, its only right

Send old men, to the front, to fight
ask them to give up their life,
patriotism and bravado, still alive,
will and desire would not last the night,
old men do not rush to death in their twilight,
failure inevitable, the old man smiles,
knows he's right

Wars not possible,
if old men, are sent to fight


Details | Rhyme | |

The Social Norm

Drink the drink, and take the pills, lay on the medication.
But your soul's forever lost to them without persistent dedication.
There's things we've learned, and things we will, to decide us right from wrong.
But your ears are only open, now, to a techno-logic song.
Social norms have bound you tight, then cut you awf'ly deep.
And still your soul beneath the surface begs of you, relief.
You waded in their welcome waters, thought it nice and cool
But now I'm sure you've figured out you're lost in sorrows pool
So take it from who knows you best
Someone who has passed this test:

Before you drift out in the sea And the shore's no longer in your view, I promise that I'll bring you back And if I can't, I'll follow you. Before your legs and arms grow weak And you've passed your final tier, I promise that I'll hold your hand; I promise you I'll still be here. Before your lungs are filled with water And our souls are parted once again, I promise you that you're forgiven; I promise you I'm still your friend. Before you close your sunken eyes Inviting night to kill the day Know your bright was never slight And soon you'll see your way.


Details | Rhyme | |

Woman of Sorrow

Drink to her whose sorrow
Has aroused a poet's sigh;
A woman who brought tomorrow
What treasure can never buy.
Her words are penned with sadness
And often an empty tone;
Along with all those feelings
In a sea of tears from feeling alone.

Here's to her whose sorrow
Has made many a poet cry;
Her words are read with tears
That rain like love from the sky.
Now the sea will drink her tears
With those we try to hide;
Here's to her whose sorrow
Flows free from deep down inside.

A collaboration with my friend Dan Kearly.


Details | Free verse | |

Glisten in the Moonlight

Your glorious emerald eyes 
Glisten in the moonlight 
Glisten in the moonlight 
Delight dances in the water
I watch it joyfully
You are set free from the cage...
You're like a dove soaring in the sky
You are the rain...
drizzling down in ecstasy 
A hint of ecstasy is shown in your reflection...
When you caress me... I'm relieved... 
From the stress that forced me in chains
I knew we'd be on the brighter side of tomorrow 
We're glistening in the moonlight 
I knew we'd become candles in the heavens above us
We're glistening in the moonlight
For a moment, I felt your presence...your radiant with sympathy 
I saw at first glance the dark side of you
Tonight, we'll be together and fly through the horizon 
We'll watch the sunset say its last goodbye...
We'll wave a greeting at the moon! 
We glisten in the moonlight...
What if I was as handsome as the lion...
Roaring with pride and pure courage
What if we were glistening in the moonlight?
Would it bring health to our bones tonight?
Would it make our heart rejoice and overflow with delight?
Would we be able to survive this horrifying plight?
Would we be shimmering like a candlelight?
We're glistening in the moonlight... (6)
Ohh...yeah...ooh yeah...ooh yeahh...
We reach to the stars and hope we can trace a shooting star
I feel the coolness run down my fingers...
We're glistening in the moonlight
You're the dandelions in the fields
You're the gorgeous view that I marvel at everyday
When you kiss me, I live my dreams
We glisten in the moonlight
In a quick moment, I sense a feeling of endless renewal 
I roam inside of your illuminating maze 
Glow on... sunshine... 
Glow on...sunshine...
Glisten in the moonlight...
Listen to the truth and rub it in
You are ravishing like the sunset
But you're ascending while I'm descending
I feel extremely guilty
I wish I could glisten with you in the moonlight
You're glistening in the moonlight (6) 
Ohhh yeahh... oohhh yeahh... ohh yeahh
You're glistening in the moonlight (4)
We go our own way
I wish we can glisten like the moon
Glisten like the sun 
There's a dream concealed inside of me...
Reveal your light and pour it upon me
You glisten in the appealing moonlight
While I'm subsiding... you're fulfilling your dreams
Of gliding across the horizon 
You're independence... keeps on scorching with satisfaction
While I'm below you... 
Your emerald green eyes
Stared me down like a hawk...
Your emerald eyes
Gaze down at me genuinely...
I wish we could flee together in reality...
That could be a possibility
To glisten in the moonlight in glee
We were glistening in the moonlight (3)
But that was only a dream...
I'll pray that it turns into a reality
We were glistening in the moonlight 
Now, I've misplaced my delight...
Will I ever experience such a brilliant night?


Details | Pantoum | |

Holding on to summer days

Invisible bars on my window sill
Summer breeze set me free
Popping seaweed bubbles on the beach
Screaming out but never heard

Summer breeze set me free
Beach sticks on a shard of glass
Screaming out but never heard
Innocence being swept away

Beach sticks on a shard of glass
My Baby self never was
Innocence being swept away
Holding on to summer days

My Baby self never was
Invisible bars on my window sill
Holding on to summer days
Popping seaweed bubbles on the beach


Details | Rhyme | |

Harmonica


The ghosts come stern to foreshadow
their routes westward to Atlantic,
nautilus trust to sea mantic,
- and ocean deities endow.

Their ancestors were apt sailors,
to serve an equal cause for years,
on compassed routes - funeral tears,
sabled wives shed to sea bailors.

The blue engagement is a spell,
that haunts the island men since birth;
whom sea engulfs is an owing dearth,
to morose depths of mournful well.

The sailors stand on the stern deck,
as dusk turns colors to dark gray,
with a harmonica's sad play,
the long tear shadows and stares beck.

© G.V. 07-18-2012, All Rights Reserved


Details | Limerick | |

The young man from Dover

There was a young man lived in Dover
And he was the son of a rover
He fell into the sea
Cause clumsy was he
A shark came and it was all over.


Details | Rhyme | |

Flood

Waters rise, engulf the land and other ruses
we devise to block their flow, to stem the tides.
Anxious, we are left to ride the waves
on fragile barques bereft of sails.
Such flimsy arks (mere barrel staves
and baling wire) float up the sides
of great sea-risers, like defiant snails
awash in slime. In time, seabrine looses
collective holds on congealed excuses
and in salt solution we dissolve.
To silver fishes we soon devolve
while worlds and stars, giants and dwarfs,
fade from mind like boats from wharfs.
And when to darker depths we dive,
will fishes miss us? Shall we survive
apart from sky, from air, from dry?
When at last we gasp and die
will crabs cavort? Can fishes cry?


Details | I do not know? | |

WE ARE INDEPENDENCE!

We are Tausug Nation
Defending independence
Free from the enemies
Stood not to get oppressed

Our Nation ruled
Of the country’s independence
Never conquered from then
We shall develop our land

Our country, nation is known
Home of courageous person
Bound only in one faith
Never care of the death

Tumantangis, Dahu peaks of our land
To Bagsak, Sinumaan
And to all the mountains here
Only one God is aimed

Zamboanga, Basilan, North Borneo, Palawan
Centre is in Sulu land
Ruled by the Sultan
From the early point of time

Our nation is united
In the name of faith is complete
Only God is firm
Determined not to get conquered

Land of the pearl garden
Sulu Sea in the world is famous
From the South and North
And East and West

Blood of Martyrs flowed in the vein of the Sug Nation
Fought to defend
Flag rose like Vinta strip
Eternal pledge appeared


Details | Rhyme | |

Beautiful Profits

Slam entry for contest

Being british through and through, what the hell!
Even here in England I smell the crude slick smell.
British Petroleum, BP, yes I said it!
Feeling to blame for the fat cats messed up S##t!

I’m sure that the story here is only half told 
News dies off fast when all the papers are sold!
£13 billion pounds to “compensate” the damage
That’s ok then?! Let’s relax and have a cheese sandwich!

How sad, Mr BP losing his job, he’ll have to sell his Rolls Royce
Lets be honest, he’s not gonna line up for a job through choice!
13 million barrels leaked, no wonder a gallon is £6
At that price it amazes me how they afford to get a plane off the ground!

Lets go on holiday…not to America though, why though?
Embarrassed to be fair. I shouldn’t be that much I know. 
‘The dead sea’, full of oil, not the one that replenishes skin!
‘Sea of death’, full of hurt,…oh, hello Mr BP, your money is gonna wear thin!


Details | Pantoum | |

Just one More Glass


Just one more glass to quench her thirst thirst of a desert nearer to sea she ordered for another glass she was just on a drinking spree. Thirst of a desert nearer to sea so close to it, yet so far she was just on a drinking spree to forget her pain,to remove her scars. So close to it, yet so far to touch the sea was not easy to forget her pain,to remove her scars again to get that happiness key. To touch the sea was not easy drinking her pain with every glass again to get that happiness key "Another .. g l a s s!",ordered the lass. Drinking her pain with every glass to delete her past as much she could "A n o t h e r ...g l a...!"ordered the lass as glass was only her escape route. To delete her past as much she could at least for this summer night as glass was only her escape route her mind was now a flying kite. At least for this summer night she ordered for another glass her mind was now a flying kite just one more glass to quench her thirst. ========================= Contest:And with a sip Sponsor:Paula Swanson


Details | Rhyme | |

Love Sick

The weight is dark and heavy, Like black waters swirling deep It ebs and flows with selfish tugs As blood-stained tauntings seep. The waves have gone with reason, The mem'ries flood the shore As it touches sand with reaching hands It pulls back, then grasps for more. Deep below, the darkest pits The sharpest rocks will wait so calm; As soon as swimmers brush the edge They'll bleed in natures palm. I've dipped my toes in, felt it cold, Rememb'ring shivers dry; I'll pull my legs back to my chest, With only waves to feel you by.


Details | Lyric | |

Mirrorred Refrain-GOD GAVE US LOVE FREELY

Smell the spring aroma and 
let it delight all your senses...
don't the softest roses bloom
on windless, sunniest days?


Let my slow fingers caress your lustrous hair,
feel the pleasant warmth of a lovely afternoon;
on windless, sunniest days...
don't the softest roses bloom?


Only the truest lovers can set the white moon ablaze,
as the passing stars shed more light on their faces;
don't the softest roses bloom
on windless, sunniest days?


God gave us love freely as the air we breath;
humans have turned it into lust and doom...
on windless, sunniest days
don't the softest roses bloom?

Entered in Jared Pickett's contest,"Mirrored Refrain"


Details | Narrative | |

LISA'S IVORY MUSIC BOX

Many Christmas stories are told every year,
and many songs are sung with pure cheer;
do I have a good story, at least one, I can tell,
or a simple song I can hum and spread good will?


When Lisa's grandmother passed away unexpectedly...
by her dying bed she kept an ivory music box,
and to her lovely granddaughter she gave it
to saying," Take care of it, and smile when you think of me!"


The day after granny died, she went down the dark cellar
to hide the ivory music box in an old dresser's drawer,
and once in a while she would open it and play it and listen to it sadly;
the pretty angel swirled...and Silent Night played as Lisa touched it tenderly.


It was almost Christmas Day and the pine tree wasn't decorated yet,
she rushed outside carrying a red basket with ornaments in it;
how could she had forgotten to adorn it with bulbs and garlands?
" Oh gosh, I feel like the Grinch!"  she displeasingly uttered to herself. 


There was no snow predicted for that evening and the illuminated town
was lacking Nature's magical snowflakes to make it festive and vibrant;
five minutes to midnight the choir from the nearest church gathered outside,
and waited for a miracle...silence...tranquility...every heart felt so alone.


But Lisa with an indomitable spirit ordered them to sing, 
and they began singing looking up the clearest, starriest sky;
everyone seemed sad and some of them wanted to cry,
but before sadness set in...snowflakes began falling.


Lisa knew that it was the miracle she had been waiting for,
but something was missing from the snowy scenery...
she remembered her ivory music box she had put away,
and running, with awe in her bright eyes, she opened the cellar's door...


Clutched in her caring, careful hands, she carried the ivory music box,
laid it gently underneath the twinkling, scented Christmas Tree;
Lisa kissed it tenderly...until the golden angel started to swirl at midnight,
as that divine music filled the nippy air...making all cheeks so peachy.        


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Rhyme | |

Watch Her Fall

A somber landscape outside her window
She looks at those amber leaves full of sorrow
Watching them fall from time to time
Like reading a poetry away from sublime

Her scarlet lips turned ghostly white
Bald trees and dying ones are always on her sight
She looks at a man sweeping the fading beauty
and when the day falls the night was dreary

A somber landscape painted with fears
She looks at those dry amber leaves in tears
Waiting for the sun to be sealed in an envelope
as she stopped breathing, she smiled full of hope


Details | Lanterne | |

Boats

Boats
Sail by
Leaving me
Waving goodbye
Off


Details | Rhyme | |

Woman Of Sorrow-Collab

Drink to her whose sorrow Has aroused a poet's sigh; A woman who brought tomorrow What treasure can never buy. Her words are penned with sadness And often an empty tone; Along with all those feelings In a sea of tears from feeling alone. Here's to her whose sorrow Has made many a poet cry; Her words are read with tears That rain like love from the sky. Now the sea will drink her tears With those we try to hide; Here's to her whose sorrow Flows free from deep down inside.
11-28-11 A beautiful collaboration with my friend Elizabeth Wesley Who intertwined her thoughts with mine


Details | Free verse | |

The Blue Ballad

Burdened waves slow motioned,gently lift tired eyelids-whispers.
Speaks an incomprehensible raspy language to subconscious;
Mind unaware,eyes chained to where blue meets azure.
Mourning waves wailing past sorrows unforgettable.

Scorching sun above witness, time's healing ointment
Calms sloshing, turns to gurgling, frothing & silence.
Waves' heights mark decibels, joy & pain quantified,expressed.
Wisened serene waters meditate,singing soothing hymns
To lone hearts seeking life's meanings in the abstract.

Descending  blanket of darkness muffles frolicking surf.
Agony laden screams, writhing to escape clutch of terrors
Unknown. The blue deepens, murky black leaves sea affected.
Penance of shouting, weeping & sobbing at the altar
Of solitude, fruits into return of pristine innocence.Rebooted.

Burdened waves slow motioned,gently lift tired eyelids-whispers,
Carriers of secret messages,unheard stories & salty tears.
Caressing sleeping ears, rise,rise to the sounds of the sea.
Rise...rise soon for a new Blue Ballad lies in wait.
                                  -©Viraj Shah 30.11.2013


Details | Haiku | |

Tragedy Abroad

Japans painful wounds
Shakes the world and floods our eyes
Our prayers go out


Details | Haiku | |

An Untitled Triad of Haikus

As the tide rushes
Forward, brown black seaweed strands 
Wrap the graceless leg
 
Silver scaly fish 
Catch the light of the sun as
Silken drops of sea

Slide off the pale hand 
Lifting to wave to those on
the retreating shore


Details | Rhyme | |

In the Meadow

Dark Moon

The twilight sky 
encircles me
As I stand in
morbid reverie.
My mood so dark 
the tears won’t flow,
Choked inside 
they wayward row.

I stand before
the windswept sea
Their mournful voices 
haunting me.
I can’t forget 
their cries of horror;
Unsanctified 
remains of war.

© Connie Marcum Wong

 For Dana'lynn Smith's "In the Meadow Contest" 


Details | Free verse | |

If We Were Back

Where once we laughed, bent over our middles,
pounding the table, or just smirking with a rueful
“Oh, my God”, sort of way, could I forget the silent beach?

Rustles of sand at my window as you walk off
hands in your pockets after our gazes met one last time
as you checked I remained alive and you had no duty

to fill any more. How could the sand slither so
beneath our feet, like an upturned timer wiping clean
wiping, wiping away our faces, our moisture,

until only the rollers were brave enough to face
me and the sand and the laughter and the quiet
and what had passed away never to return again.

Never the same river or ocean or hands awaiting
the clock of our unmaking until your rueful smile 
no longer smirks at the me that was never there
in your dreaming, and I am made who I am again. Real.

Sheri Fresonke Harper


Details | Free verse | |

Perfectly you

You say you aren't perfect,
but look again and behold yourself; perfectly you.
Your tears be heavy-laden with guilt;
also remember, they glisten with remorse.
The sea water of the eye cleanses wounds old
and leads life to the good vulnerability
that teaches humility and belief.

Singing; your voice awakens the dawn
and dancing you set the moon.
Entrancing, you smile
and for a moment I glimpse forever.
Joy's child is your way
and grace is in your name.

Awake in the watches of the night
He watches your panic weeping;
wanting your day to soar 
and set twilight leaping.
Stars twinkle in sympathy,
and meteors lead sight to the other.
Come away with me my love and wink at suns.


Details | Triolet | |

On Cliff's Edge

upon the cliffs I tarry ~ still as sunset bids adieu to day I feel so cold, a deadly chill upon the cliffs I tarry ~ still so desolate, bereft of will with trepidation, feet of clay upon the cliffs I tarry ~ still as sunset bids adieu to day. whose evil spell did weave such pain that took this heart, and bled my soul I've lost too much, and can't remain whose evil spell did weave such pain my morrow's hopes all died in vain for death I know the bell doth toll whose evil spell did weave such pain that took this heart, and bled my soul. the sea sings dirges of my fate my skirts form wings, blown by the wind the waves collide on rocks that wait the sea sings dirges of my fate a voice begs 'no', but it's past late I brace and leap; soul's suff'ring's end the sea sings dirges of my fate my skirts form wings, blown by the wind.
© 11/10/2011 Lucretia Crouse Triolet is an eight line poem where the first line is repeated for line four and the first two lines are repeated as a refrain for lines seven and eight. Triolet Rhyme Scheme: A B a A a b A B Written in iambic tetrameter (8-syllable lines)


Details | Ballade | |

She the Ship

Her bow breacks the waves,
her sails catch the wind.

She's sailed the seven seas,
been through several storms.

Her crew is young and strong,
They tug her rigging, raise her sails.

Her brow breacks the waves,
Her sails catch the wind.

Her mast is thick and strong,
Her rudders thin and sure.

She sails the seas until one day,
when her bottem brushes the ground.

Finally shes trapped,
Even though the seas around.

Slowly she dies,
there on the reef.

All thats left of a proud sailing ship,
is a bow thet once broke the waves
            and 
a sail that once caught the wind.


Details | Sedoka | |

PLASTIC




moon river  thins out
     crawling on muddy waters
         …like black honey thick with phlegm

grandeur of tides breaks
     her frail song choking for breath…
        sea creatures huff for clear wafts


life is shortened now
      bearing trash of man’s neglect…
               to nurture pure ocean beds



crests wither with age
        a garbage of waves fleeting
               … swallowed  by lethal plastic


                     
                      ©
                  sedoka---5/7/7/, 5/7/7

                         ''' '''   '' ' 

Susan Burch’s Paper or Plastic


Details | Blank verse | |

Naturacide

The crying ocean weeps fresh tears
The vacant beach so moist is gone
The sea swells like a throbbing cry
Caught in the throat of loneliness
 
Nature, tormented by time
Erodes herself and ebbs and flows
With the emotional tides of the moon
As the dawn breaks, fragments, scatters and is gone
The lone nascent emotion sparked within the soul
Embraces the new, the unpredictable
With all sense of time and order lost to the waves
Man falls into new nothingness
And finds sanity among the seasoned sighs of the tide
The warning whispers of the sea
 
The crying ocean weeps fresh tears
The nascent horizon is swallowed
The sea swells in a throbbing cry
Caught in the throat of despair

It is beautiful


Details | Couplet | |

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.


Details | Lyric | |

tHE gRAVE yARD Of LoVe






                                



                                         Long love day's has past.
                                 My mind felt with howling storms,
                                 grasping to hold on to vanishing love.
                                 Rape and abandon my weary soul
                                 transpires, poring with instant fires.
                                 Oh this dark secret love does thy life
                                 destroy.
                                 Like amorous birds of pray,
                                 Once ways, and known devoured
                                 Your beauty no more to befound
                                 nor shall the sound of your voice.
                                 Love to dust, love to ashes.
                                 Our love has now gone to a private place.
                                        The grave yard of love.


Details | Imagism | |

I'm Always Around

I'm Always Around
by BJ Welsh

I'm not near, but I'm really not so far
If you look up I'll be the brightest star
Looking down upon God's project earth
Watching and waiting for a rebirth
When you speak I will always listen
My points will seem to shine and glisten
Giving you guidance when things seem tough
Steady now it may be rough
When we meet again someday
Be it there or far away

I'm here for now and always will
Never escaping, did you feel that chill?
My spirit wind brushed by your side
Or the soft, gentle wave pushed by the sea tide
When we meet again someday
Be it there or far away

You've given me hope and reason to breath
It's not yet time for me to leave
I'm that fluttering seagull upon the sands
Maybe I'm the reason for you to dance
When we meet again someday
Be it near or far away






Details | I do not know? | |

Yonder Setting Sun

I have taken my final arrow,
My race has now been run
I’ll depart from here and go in peace
Into yonder setting sun

I will climb aboard the ship of death 
And cross the chilling tide
I will go to yonder setting sun
As on this ship I will ride

I will not fear what lies ahead,
Or what I cannot tell
I’ll stand upon the bough and wave
To this life farewell

I will now close my eyes in death,
Weary from the race I’ve run
As upon the bough of death’s ship I will ride
To yonder setting sun


Details | Villanelle | |

Tell me Again


Tell me again, and take hold of my hand. 
I hear, but the words mean nothing to me, 
Speak to me softly, till I understand.

Harsh winds are wounding; they whip up the sand, 
So it stings my eyes and I cannot see. 
Tell me again, and take hold of my hand. 

 A bewildered  traveler, lost in a strange land.
The doors are all locked and I don’t have a key
Speak to me softly, till I understand. 

And walk with me now, along the seastrand 
Where the water is trapped and fights to be free 
Tell me again, and take hold of my hand. 

I don't belong to the life I had planned, 
And I've left behind my old used-to-be, 
Speak to me softly, till I understand. 

I see your words clearly drawn in the sand 
And watch them slowly erased by the sea. 
Tell me again, and take hold of my hand. 
Speak to me softly, till I understand.


Details | Free verse | |

A Blue Boy's Death Wish

A fragile mind breaks 
Wake upon the rock laden shores
A muffled heart begs to echo
Whispers lost among a velvet chamber

Dusk comes premature time and again
Dropping the curtain on an optimistic sunrise
If you never witness dawn
There is no tomorrow

Always the dreamer aches
Never awake to make real what he desires
The restless corpse walks blind
Dead ends seem fitting for one of the kind

Lost in the labyrinth of strangling vines
Love is the motive and the weapon
Taking root in throats dry from weeping
Sprouts of amnesia in place of smiles
A garden called heartbreak holds onlookers captive
The comfort takes hold, sets in the bones weary of searching
A plea for rest lands on deaf ears

The hollow boy tires of himself
The last request he will ever make
"End me"
Lost and tired
He wishes to be weak no more


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

THE DEVIL'S THIEF

     THE DEVIL'S THIEF
Arranged in paradise, by suffering's fate,
to have no end, to be alone and wait,
it was her love, acceptance came so fast
she had no time to think it might not last,
as he, the sailor left, she loved too late;

He'd waited on the dock so long he grew
to be inspired by something she won't do,
'twas just a recognizing love is there
the reaching out for what is everywhere,
but love for her was something all so new;

the chart well planned, and ties that bound the ship
were heaved away, and thus began the trip,
upon the sea, past U-Boats ev'ry one,
yet feared he not, his ship was let to run.
their course away from where the moon would dip.

She on the shore, he on the watch at three,
both dreaming dreams not ever let to be
but absence makes the heart more fonder yet,
and out of sight means not they will forget;
the ship sailed on, and peaceful was the sea;

the gale that came and sank him to the reef,
took from the shore the lady in her grief,
and they were thus to marry, in the sea,
united 'neath the waves, eternally,
depriving love from time, the devil's thief.


Details | Narrative | |

My Father Gone These Forty Years

My father gone these forty years,
my mother gone twenty, I remember...
the acrid smell of tobacco
on my mother’s rough fingers,
as she sat, silently,
in a predawn Texas coastal town,
my head in her lap, the short-wave
radio crackling with static.
She strained to hear the chatter of
shrimpers in the Gulf of Mexico,
yelling out to each other
in Cajun patois French,
Mexican Spanish, accented English;
she stroked my nine-year-old hair,
her middle-aged body aching,
hungry, worried, sleepless,
far from her roots, stranded
in this strange, dry,
totally foreign place.
Her imaginings of my father’s
struggles with the sea
and its weathers filled her mind,
and she knew, all the while, that
even if he were safe, earning money,
he (and she) would fail
and we would still suffer
the poverty of the hopeless
and desperate doomed
whose minor, occasional comforts
were only, onshore, the cold beers
and noisy camaraderie of the others
like him, like her,
like us.


Details | Lyric | |

away with the sun

Its getting late
but you already came 
and while you were here
things never change 
you lay with me
and tell me your words
then you leave 
and I feel hurt.
Its not you that hurts me 
but the sound of the door
closing behind you 
I know for sure 
you'd like to stay 
but you never do
I'm left alone 
missing you. 
These days its more frequent 
you leave so much
that you're gone more hours 
than the day brings sun
and I have begun 
to feel so numb
when the door closes 
another night I run
far away from the thoughts I have 
because its killing me to look
at my empty hands
I remember when we were on the sand 
you told me you loved me
but you weren't my man 
and so I walked, feeling okay
but too many months 
now I want you to stay
Am I selfish?
asking too much?
You only visit me an hour
after dusk
and I must go on
but should I stay?
when you see me sometimes
but its always too late.


Details | Free verse | |

My heart will go on and on

My bags are all packed and ready to go, Goodbye my love, you know I hate to leave For it’s the only way to escape from the pain that you had gave. I’m stepping on a board of a ship trying to hold back the tears, I used to think that I have an answer to everything, To my worried mind that is full of fears. Sailing into the ocean of North Atlantic As I embrace the wind that twirling above the sky Standing beneath the silence, Watching the passengers chatting, laughing Enjoying the night, sipping their wine Others are not, just sitting beside the ship Maybe they are just like me Carrying a heavy heart that are drowning In sadness and graving for a love that had gone Some are smiling saying hi Clanging on the arms of their love ones. Still, I’m standing beside this ship Holding the locket that you had gave, As I heard the screams that echo in my ear Children’s crying craving for help, lovers clanging in their arms The titanic where I pass is about to sink Collide with an iceberg, this voyage Would be the end of my life? I run as fast trying to escape, But it’s too late; I thrown into the deep ocean My body shaking, I begun to sleep Tried to open my eyes, I see your face Holding the locket closes to my heart The memory of you I will bring Unto the last minute of my breath. That my heart will go on and on, Like a water from the sea that flow. Written By: Cheryl Aldea My heart will go on and on Contest Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver


Details | Ballad | |

Siren's Song

She’s alone under beach lights, she’s screaming at air
wishing someone would notice, could anyone hear,
feel the anguish, the loss, losing battle of one?
She’s at war with the world and she’s comming undone.
‘It’s all wrong,’ left her lips, ‘it’s alright,’ said the tides,
‘sometimes we all need a safe place to hide,
to wait inside shadows, return with new light
cause we change and we change till the patterns are right.’
‘But this pounding resounding inside of my head,
I fear is the only thing tangible left.
I can hear it and feel it consuming my head,
eats me up from the inside, lays nothing to rest.’
But the water just turned and it crashed upon rocks,
became angry, determined, climbed onto the dock,
said, ‘Listen to me, I am old and I am wise,
what reason have I to fill you with lies?
I’m a part of your body, a piece of your world,
have I not kept you living since you were a girl?’
But her feet kept on forward at a steady pace
“I’m sick and I'm tired, I'm leaving this place.
I can wait no longer for the turning of time.
I'm the only one left and I’ve been left behind.”
‘But they’re here! Someone’s coming! It won’t be long yet.”
but her mind was as certain as certain could get
and the rushing of water had drown out the sound
as the pounding inside became heavy and loud
and the water, though angry, then grew very still
whispered ‘There is nothing if nothing is fueling a will.
I cannot instill a desire to live, eventual peace is all I could give.’
So she sank and she sang all the air from her lungs,
she breathed in the waves awaited silence to come.
“As I have in you, you may now flow through me,”
and the tides changed again as they dragged her to sea.


Details | Ballad | |

O MYSTERIOUS SEA...

O mysterious sea...as light
as the eyes of my faithful sweet-heart,
inspire the distant soul
of this poet in distraught...
whose poem is still unfinished;
give him the rhythm and flow
to embellish his heart-felt verse
with sentiment and thoughtfulness!

Beyond the rolling waves,
ships carry secret lovers
who deride and defy their fate 
and set their souls on fire...
without feeling a need in dire,
or admitting an awful mistake!

O mysterious sea...
take their ship away
to a shore where nobody will see,
and let their fornication be 
as crude as the awakening
of everyone who's not afraid of indulging;   
I will take no part or joy
in their pleasure so openly and willingly! 

Could I forget that she ever existed, or
ever loved me with trust and sweetness?
Wouldn't it be unforgivable and wrong...
to waste what was blessed by holiness?
In this era of unfaithfulness,
many choose to do harm to someone else...
thinking only of self-gratification,
breaking the vows of dedication!

O mysterious sea as deep as the love
of my changeless woman,
who contemplates every sunset and dawn
with the purity of a dove:
let no beautiful eyes deceive me,
and sadly erase the innocence of her memory!



Details | Free verse | |

The Spark

It was overwhelming, it was lovely
It was my definition of forever, it was empowering
I spread it into the sea
Into space, time, and everything in between or beyond
I spread it into their souls
I spread it throughout the forgotten dimensions

Betrayal, a curve ball
Unexpectedly knocking me from this universe
I floated, away from everything i had seen
I was spread, beyond the city
I was spread, further from the seas

Closer to the bottom
The light became dim
The light became an illusion
The truth had been unfolded beneath
Like a trench, eager to sub duct innocence of loyalty
For I had traveled so far...

The spark, what is now a burden
What now burns
For once, it lit the way
It guided the way that the mind created
The illusion we were eager to find

Now all that is left
And of course,
Only the foolish search for the spark


Details | Rhyme | |

Amour Interdit

Like a ship that docks at night
From treacherous waters you flee
Calm comes with mornings dawn
You head back out to sea  

While hoisting up your anchor
Once again I must resign
I can not tether you my love
Because you are not mine

So in the shadows I remain
To all the world I’m hidden
Clenching onto something wrong
A love that is forbidden

I know that I should step aside
Say goodbye to mon amore
Set your sails sweet Captain
Leave this outlawed shore

Stormy seas will come and go
Times of comfort and distress
Man your sails Sailor boy
Your crew you must address

Should you ever grow weary
Of the sea and the sand
Hand over the wheel
And relinquish your command

Cast that anchor one last time
Sing your farewell song
Then come to me Sailor boy
This time it won’t be wrong


Details | Prose | |

Yesterday's Summer

Summer

A lovely day that brought for series of endearing moments -

From the boat ride on the sea shore to the horizon of wide blue-green ocean
His eyes wander- like a fisherman’s hope-
Waiting, counting, and watching in close detail every scene to observe
The waves touched the wooden paddle with astray -strong hump.
His hand grips mine, a careful touch of comfort 
I guess he was scared from the uncertain buoyancy of water waves to balance.
Then he gazed up as if trying to catch the approaching sunlight beam 
and inhale in deep gratitude for the next tides were about to catch.
My Heart stops—and beats aloud.
I was astonished for a moment, captive by the boy, 
How he become someone new- Someone who attracts vulnerability of natures beauty and deceitful threads on fear of the unknown.
Should I smile dearly to hide my amusement? 
Or let the clear blue waves mirror the admiration of my heart?
I let be.
Reaching an island of hopes and wishes,
We walked to discover what lies beneath.
I found the lovely pebbles by the sand then collectively picked each purely form corals
He told me- These could mean more than the Jewelry I have to treasure.
He- then, found a solid rock formation from the mountain floors- 
I told him, this shelter can make you feel haunted and home 
And we laugh with ambivalent for our mischief.
By noon we swim with the fishes 
And patiently waits for the sunset to kiss his lovely sea, 
just like how it kissed our skinned to tanned.
He leaned and gave me embraces as the sky slowly turned 
to a beautifully lighted darkness- 
I felt warmed, and secured by his unexplained gestures.
He lie next to me, as He count my wishes as a cursed
To the stars that have to sacrifice and die. 
I told him- not to worry about the dying stars instead  live gazing up to thank them every night, and he smiled forcefully.
And we slept together through the calm sea sand bed..
He was all with me in an island of yesterday’s summer  
He was completely there, before I close my eyes,
Before the wind blows cold, before the sunsets turned grey-
And my ashes returned to seas. 

--km


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Once Promising Youth

Like you are caught in a highway 
Heavy traffic in a sunny morning 
Waiting and hoping and dreaming
You’ll reach the seashore soon enough 
See the light shimmering on the Sea waves.
Like a person hoping for good news
Dreams give the Sloth hour two wings.

No, not like the feeling of that 
Being surrounded by fellow men
With understanding.

No, no hope, no dream, no nothing.

Rather like being caught in a highway 
Under the will of someone you cannot see
Under the whim of someone you cannot ask
Under the wish of someone who understands
What you don’t understand and that you understand not.
Too many question you ask I see.
Questions makes you bleak-heart

Yes you are Caught in a highway 
Under the scorching sun. 
Shining on the highway  
Highway endless like a tongue of an unknown giant 
Whose wistfulness only makes you move
And may be if He wishes when He wishes
You are signaled to move.

You’ll reach the sea at last may be,
To watch it with your bleak heart.
Only to find the sea that you can
See no more 
Because the dreamless waiting has made you blind
Only darkness mingle with Death of the Sky 
And Sun and Time and You, the Once Promising Youth.


Details | Free verse | |

Mind And Then The Body (Christmas 2009)

Christmas Day 2009,
I went to see my grandma for what I'm sure will be the last time,
I enter the code and into the door,
Into the lift to the second floor,
Past the T.V room and an eerie feeling tilted and odd,
The folks in Christmas hats are all on the nod,
The smell of a cheap roast n the stench of getting old,
And my grandma mumbles that the rooms too cold,
She wants to go for a walk but she doesn't know where,
She doesn't remember who I am...
It doesn't seem fair that she was once smart, feisty and bold,
Ive never, not once, thought I'll get that old..
Cant take it, Don't want to see it, the guilt, my grandma all alone,
She lost her mind, her bodies going and it all stated in an old peoples home.


Details | Free verse | |

Innocence Lost

Can innocence lost
Be ever returned
Or a heart, tainted and broken
Be cleansed, made whole once more?

Can a tree, longing for summer's warmth
Summon its leaves from cold autumn grounds
To return to naked branches
That it may feel joyful and alive again?

Can a child, disillusioned
Relive broken dream
Changing fate
To find naivety return?

Can joy be had in innocence lost
Or beauty be discovered, resting in sadness?
When birth of spring and warmth of summer pass by
Till all that remains is the still and quiet of winter
Will warmth be rekindled?


Details | Rhyme | |

Drowning

A worthy sea in which to drown,
A crowd to chase me out of town,
A compromise that makes you frown,
A solution as you push me down,

The struggle as my organs roar,
The shouting as they reach the shore,
The one somehow I still adore
That pushes me below once more,

No panic at the numbing pain,
No screaming though the crowd remain,
No point my heavy lungs to strain,
No chance of coming up again.


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 | I do not know? | |

ONE DAY ON HOLLYWOOD BEACH

     ONE DAY ON HOLLYWOOD BEACH
My destination's inner space.
Erasing things not meant to chase.
I'm holding dreams of you, but then,
when I must die, I'll live again.

You were the bait. Your daddy laughed.
Six hundred smiles and I was trapped.
Your photographs got tired of me,
but I still love each one I see.

There was a day I couldn't swim.
I drowned a while, my hope was slim.
At football games as I recall
I drowned one day in early Fall.

My tears are hidden in the sea,
mistakes I made were constantly.
Not being more than how I seem,
The day I died it killed a dream.

I've loved you on the beach down here,
It's Hollywood, in Floridear.
From Canada come all the lame
To live part of my sunshine game.

As seagulls dipped, I saw a girl
her name I cannot breath nor slur,
an rv killed her in her head,
she looks out windows like she's dead.

Now I must cry for her again,
And then I'll cry for you, my friend.
if life has anything to lose,
I'll lose it twice, so what's the use?
© ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet


Details | Cinquain | |

Seashell

Seashell
I thought so strong,
broken beneath the waves,
will whisper of its ocean realm
no more.


Details | Rhyme | |

Poetry About Poetry

Shades of color bounce within
Singing their hues dancing in place
Vivid lines colored outside
Rules broken with empty space
A midnights dream heard and seen
Gleaming from the twinkle of a eye
Wings touched flown and plucked
Gliding like a bird up in the sky
Wishes from pennies thrown into tears
The reservoir over flowing with pigments of pain
Drowning from the shadows 
The flood paints the day
Words speak volumes of silence hidden
Their sounds blind to what they see
Mirrors of nouns and verbs 
Their meaning and secrets lost at sea
Emotions ruled by laws of language
Spelled in boxes of glass
Melted from sands inside
That voices strangle to grasp


Details | Lyric | |

Amazing Grace Wash Over Me

A prayer for those who are in dispair along the Gulf Coast due to the BP Deepwater Horizon 
oil rig explosion. A prayer for those who waited and their loved ones did not return, Amazing 
Grace Wash Over Thee.



Amazing grace wash over me.
My tears are a river to the sea.
Lord above, we know you know,
the oil that is washing upon our coast.
Amazing grace wash over me,
and lift my soul up to Thee.
Lord above, hear my prayer,
for those who are in dispair.
Amazing grace wash over me.
I lift my hands to God you see.
My prayer for those who were hurt,
and those who will never return to earth.
Amazing grace wash over thee,
families were left in disbelief.
Empty hands, their loved ones gone,
Lord Jesus, guide them safely Home.
Amazing grace wash over me, 
the oil is filling up the sea, 
from Louisiana to Mississippi.
Animals are dying,
and people are crying.
Amazing grace wash over me.





Details | Couplet | |

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!


Cynthia


Details | Rhyme | |

The Widow's Walk

The sea captain's weathered house still stands above the shore.
'Tis said that the old place is a century old or more.
Its long-shuttered windows face out t'ward the restless sea.
From the widow's walk his bride yet makes her mournful plea!

On dark and stormy nights 'tis said she can still be seen,
As she haunts the widow's walk acting out a spectral scene.
Her plaintive plea is heard e'en above the shrieking gale:
"Hurry home to me my love!" as she espies a distant sail!

'Tis said she lights a lantern to guide her lover home,
As he steers 'mongst the treacherous shoals and roiling foam.
Her heart is aflutter anticipating his arms and tender kiss,
Praying that this be his final cruise to e'er enjoy eternal bliss.

A phantom ship is seen to founder, according to local lore!
A sorrowful moan is heard e'en above the ocean's roar!
Alas, the ship sank 'neath the waves in the tempest tossed!
When ecstacy seemed within her grasp, all the souls were lost.

And e'en today in this supposed enlightened age,
The widows walk is transformed into an eerie stage,
Where, e'er young, faithful still, sobbing soft and low,
A sorrowful wraith awaits his coming, her true love to bestow!

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


Details | Lyric | |

In Your Love

Every time you kiss my lips 
I am drowning, I'm drowning
Like a never ending abyss
I am drowning, I'm drowning
Every time you whisper I miss you
I am drowning, I'm drowning
In your love,  in your love.

Life doesn't seem dangerous
When I'm drowning, yeah I'm drowning
Don't take it so serious
Cause I'm drowning, yeah I'm drowning
I don't care what they think of us
Cause I'm drowning, yeah I'm drowning
In your love, in your love

~ Leonard Napierskie


Details | Free verse | |

The Tidal Wave

The Tidal Wave

I saw a tidal wave come in,
Raging winds and fierce water
Rushed,
Took the houses, cars, trees,
Street signs, park benches,
Pictures of loved ones
(Poor baby Louie, 3 years old washed away)
And along with all the power
It tore my heart out of my cage
And swept it out to the 
Endless seas,
And the great white sharks
Have their way with my heart.

Now bleeding and dying,
Pain follows me,
And I close my eyes,
And wish it all to be done.
Pray for me, I want pain no more.
See tears fall from the corners of my eyes,
As I breathe in and feel no heartbeat.
And they all look at me,
Faces of nomads and they snicker
At me,
I hang my head and cry tears,
But the tears were washed
Away in the tidal wave,
So I sit there,
Eyes closed
And I sleep the night away.

-10/2/2013-


Details | Lyric | |

Chancy thinks its soo fancy

Is it you ? is it me?
Stuck in a world of a fantasy 
Heart beats, unceasingly 
Is this what they call ecstasy?
 Some say “the heart wants ,what the heart wants”
Yet the fire is oh! So enticing! Tranquilizing!
I adore it! I fear it!
Chancy foot stands transfixed in front
The petrified foot it taunts 
As it takes one step back, 
Chancy stands there and laughs
Torn between the two…my heart weeps
What path to take? My heart! Guidance it seeks
The fear of falling
Holds me back
The want for love
Pushes me back
The shackles of scary bounds me tight
Chancy is there, never to give up with out a fight

 Arising a hurricane is what they doo
My poor feeble heart, knows not what to do
The heart is pure. It seeks it strives to find who proves to be true
The ultimate winner..is still unknown
For here my heart still stand in the sea of unknown
Cupid I beg you do guide me
And dare not strike me and leave me
With your arrows of blind love
Guidance is what I need 
Give me that and I shall heed
Leave me not in the dark of misery
Leave me not in the sea of mystery
But guide me to that ever shinning light
Scary or chancy
With what do I side?
Shall forever remain a secrecy….



                                                                ~M.M.M


Details | Free verse | |

Fly Home, Little Angel

“Come fluttering words, come drifting to me...” A Rambling Poet

A gentle breeze brings me the soft smell
So familiar it calms my tear-filled eyes instantaneously.
I venture closer to the source.
Two ebony, round vases resting atop a sill.
The scent of the roses and carnations flit about me,
As they did about her so little ago.
Yet we have laid her softly
After she was slain
Into the moist, soft soil from which her scent derived.
Always like a butterfly did flora float about her.
So small, and pale, with mahogany hair
When we found her lay flared about her delicate head
Like the halo our Father gifted her.
For it came about in such a gentle flow
And jade eyes, calm as the sea
In which we found her
They sparkled like the sun dancing off the waves.
Her eyes were open, and matched the swirling surf.
The tears flow silver from my own emerald orbs
I peer into mucky puddles lying about 
And see her face in my own.
I bore her from my womb
Yet our Lord has called her home
To save her from the world's cruelty
An Angel to watch this land
I stopped to smell the flowers
Not rushing bust taking life in time
The wind blew by my ear
And I heard the whisper of a little Angel
“I love you, Mommy”

Erika Raiken
Contest: What is she thinking... - Constance La France ~A Rambling Poet~
7.27.2011


Details | Ballad | |

Stranded

Sitting in the dark,
Waiting for a spark.
Alone lost on an island,
No one, no familiar hand.
Sorrow sinking in,
Watching the storm begin.
Alone far away
For far longer than a day.

Sitting on the sand,
Observing sea and land.
Alone near the ocean,
Rain the only potion.
Gazing at the moon,
Hoping night may pass soon.
Alone in a place so far,
Home feeling as distant as a star.


Details | Free verse | |

Mindful of Minutes Unused

Footprints
       yet to be made
       undo a pristine winter shore.
Nothing for neap tide to make undone
       in a lorn quarter moon.
Do not dance me in shimmers off
       moonlit incoming wake.
My hands are empty and yours
      undrawn.
My feet are numb with tardy
and 
Time
has shown itself
      without pity.
Heartbeats are counted and written
in the Book.
Dear God, let them be mine.
Not yours.


Details | Rhyme | |

Acid Dawn


Let us rest our heads upon the pillow of denial, turn twilight in the last clear reflection of the silent moon. Where vile droppings fell the freshness of the morning sea, turn to graveyards, lest we be; 
...swimming in an acid dawn.

The corpse of shellings, scales a strewn, where once transparent was so blue,
this morning features scarlet hue, as skin is shredded in the burning morn. 
Where vile droppings fell the freshness of the morning sea, turn to graveyards, 
lest we be;
...swimming in an acid dawn.

...And come mid sun up, we shall bathe; 
within sulfuric, petrol waves and drink our lemon juice until we choke. 
Till our teeth rot and our tears evoke, the pandora’s box which we awoke. 

An orange bright, our arid plight, and we the specks of dust behind;
lurching a dehydrated, evaporated existence. Famine on our minds.
Walking footsteps which no longer walk, dreaming of the past to escape the future as the present seeps our blood and marrow, the desert sun, a piercing arrow, stabbing at our hearts.

We hobble, oh we hobble and we hobble through the wasted years, through bones and makeshift graves, we’ll hobble into the final age;
where vile droppings fell the freshness of the morning sea, turn to graveyards,
lest we be;
...swimming in an acid dawn.

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It is estimated that within the next decade or two that the ocean will become so acidic as to dissolve the shells of mollusks and shellfish.  This in addition to the already dwindling supply of precious fresh water which we must share with our animal friends.  A supply by the way that we contaminate regularly, a supply that simply cannot be renewed. 

Desalination was looked upon as the next great solution to water shortage despite it's expense. However considering how the oceans are becoming increasingly polluted due to oil spill after oil spill and Fukushima's constant radioactive leaks, in addition to the acidification of the ocean itself, it appears that we will have no viable water to look forward to in the future. 

This is life.  Forget profit, it doesn't exist.  Nature has no concept of wealth, only of survival. If we all die, everything that we've accomplished will be forgotten, nature has no use for it. Currency will return to being simply paper and stone, and nothing else.

We need to stop thinking about ourselves and think of our children and all the other species that live upon the earth.


Details | Romanticism | |

Buried At Sea

Thunder rolling in my head
Waves crashing against my mind
Falling asleep on knees again
From praying that you'd be mine
Seagulls crying me a song
A black sun sinks into the ocean
Metronome voices tell me my love is wrong
For feeling this grave emotion
The sea caged in my mind
Pulls you away from me
Farther away you go
Buried at sea.


Details | Free verse | |

LISTENING TO THE PELICAN'S PLIGHT

What brought me to this sullen shore...
is not sheer curiousity at all,
but an equivocal question too hard to be answered
even by those whose minds are so cultured! 

Pelicans swarm the February's frigid sky over the bay...
like clumsy butterflies greeting a spring's day;
it's past sunrise, and all clouds catch on fire,
fleeting to the western sky to avoid the infernal dire!

I take a brisk walk adventuring in the gelid wind's blows...
as the agitated waves  indicate an imminent storm;
unafraid , I lean over the fortress's  stones with hands so cold,
to feel the vengefulness of a sea frightening all humans!

It's Saturday mid-morning, I hear a shrill filled with emotion, 
and a shivering pelican comes close to where I stand;
he doesn't want the crumbs in my generous hand,
but understanding and much more compassion!

If he could talk and tell of his plight so unspeakable...
I'd listen and make a promise for his survival...
where  once limpid waters rolled so brightly,
painted in gold by the solar glow, now they look too murky!      

Does he feel great animosity toward us...
we, who build and destroy, kill and terrorize?
And what made him turn to me  so fearlessly;
and will we, rulers of this earth, show hiim some mercy?      


Details | I do not know? | |

A Bloody Sea

Across the cool, blue ocean,
a love will wait, but maybe not.

Two halves that make a whole,
impossibly perfect, or so they thought.

For she found another half
that fits like they were made to be together.

But the deserted half still whispers,
"I'm yours", as the tears fall.
Broken. Cracked. Fragile.
Never to be whole again.

And as she thinks about who she left,
She regrets it, because the sea
calls to her, lamenting her choice
and speaking of his broken heart.

She goes to the water and stands waist deep.
The sea shows her his agony, and it makes her heart bleed,
soon she will breathe her last.
Blood dripping into the sea to fix his shattered being.
Drop by drop he will be renewed,
but she must cease to exist.
Blood falling into the sea until the last drop has left her body.
Her reward for breaking him, is breaking herself.


Details | Lyric | |

Let Your Rains Fall Down

let your rains 
fall down
let your rains fall
let your tears run to the ocean
hold none of them tight within
let the earth send them far away
send them far away
far, far away
far away from here


© Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
(November 10, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)


Details | I do not know? | |

Emotional Tide

The sky is clouded over with the imminent rain
The world is dissolving as the water is pain
My soul is rebuilt, but it washes away
The emotional tide blotting out the new day

How many times must I lose my soul?
How many times must I lose control?
How many times will death take its toll?
How many times must I not be whole?

Tidal wave of loneliness crashes on my shore
Sandcastles imagined once are gone forever more
Looking for the answer where the books have all been burnt
Relapse into nothingness, the one thing left that hurts

How many times must I lose my soul?
How many times must I lose control?
How many times will death take its toll?
How many times? Will I never be whole?

Silver light shines down upon the blank and moonlit beach
Ashes of my soul are almost left within my reach
Pressure of emotion crushing down upon my life
Diamonds come from burning ruin. Diamonds come from strife.

How many times have I lost my soul?
How many times did I lose control?
How many times did death take its toll?
How many times?
How many times?
How many times have I almost been whole?


Details | Lyric | |

Black

Pitter-patter rain drops fall on me,
I hear a  cute little bird chirp on the tree,
The winds pass by and they ruffle my hair,
I enjoy all this seated on my chair.

Is the sky blue or angry and dark?
Will the clouds fight and cause a spark?
Are the children out with paper boats?
Monsoon is here , the weather denotes.

Lush green is grass everywhere,
Children run and raincoats they wear,
I can feel and enjoy this lovely feeling,
Treasures of nature,I feeling like stealing.

How I wish I could see,
Alas! "Blind" is the word for me,
Colourfull world it must be I guess,
But Oh! Black is the only colour with which I am blessed.


Details | Free verse | |

Barnacles on Bones

  Sirens call
       And tempests toss
      
        The Dutchman asks his due.

 Scythed by moonlight
        the dark crystal sea beckons
 To the romantic, the foolhardy
          The adventurous and unwise.
 
   The sea is a wicked lover
 Every seven years
           You’ll threaten her yoke
                   Tempted by the land
            

   But Lorelei will not be idle.
   Your song she will yet sing

sinewy seaweed snakes
round your limbs
pulling you

Under
Under
Under
 
As bubbles like drowned pearls
Leave your lips like a kiss


Details | Ode | |

To a Mermaid

At the end of the day
All your tears fade away;
All the stars come to rest,
The horizon now crest.

At the sea, the tide fades
As the sum of these days
Takes its toll on the ground,
Ripped and torn, tattered down.

And I'm here, by your side,
Torn away by the tide,
Trying still not to drown,
Not to fade in the sound of the sea.

But I see you, your eyes
Are the tide of the sea.
As they ebb, so they rise.
Still, they wash into me.

I can cry now no more.
Struck yet speechless, I cease.
In your eye, the tides roar;
I have found my release.

Lost in beauty, in that sea,
Lost in time, I'm lost to me.
Your face has aspect, fearful symmetry.
I find I'm lost for words. I cease to breathe.

And as the tide now tears me down,
It matters not.
My soul has found its rest within these ceaseless tides
That once contained my empty cries.

Captivated by your lips,
My breath is water.
'Neath the whips and scorns of time,
I find my peace.
My soul, content, has found release.

Lost in my emotion,
I found what I could be.
Drowned within that ocean,
My soul's absolved to me.

So have I drowned inside the sea,
Inside your tears, inside of me.
I know now what it is to be
Free.


Details | Free verse | |

Sailor's Warning- 5

-For the broken sailor-

Alone:
ship's tattered,
sail's worn,
how I'm torn.
Stolen
was the sea from
the boat.
Immovable 
is the boat
from this spot.
How hurt I remain.


Details | Lyric | |

Soak My Tears Into The Sea


" Soak My Tears Into The Sea ... "
(A Poem-Song Lyric)


Soak My Tears Into The Sea
As They Sail Into Sunsets
Merging With Fluid Memories
In Floods of Love - I Can't Forget ...

Soak My Tears Into The Sea
As My Face Is Washed With Spray
Will  It Dip & Drain Onto My Cheeks?
Find Dry Ground Or Drown This Day? ...

Soak My Tears Into The Sea
Like The Anchor That Was My Heart
That Dropped & Tangled In Thick Seaweed
& Pressured 'Til Lungs Burst-Part ...

Soak My Tears Into The Sea
On Rising Crests of Fathomless Foam
Dispersed; Disolved - In Shameless-Streaks
In The Wake of Ships Now Gone ...

Soak My Tears Into The Sea
Let Them Meet The Teeth of Sharks
Where We Once Played Fearless & Free
... In Waters Now Cold & Dark ...

Soak My Tears Into The Sea
To Surf On Waves of Waxed-Moonlight
Then Let Them Softly Fall To The Deep
Salty-Brine, Yet Shimmering Bright ...

* * * * * * * * * *

... O' Soak My Tears Into The Sea
... Soak My Tears Into The Sea
Soak My Tears Into The Sea
'Til All Tears - Sank Into The Seas ...

                                            
   Written & Copyrighted © :  5/27/2014 
                 by:  MoonBee Canady


Details | ABC | |

Dance

Take your hand and put it out forward,
Than swing out out to the side, c'mon don't be a coward. 
This is fun, now swing your hips from side to side,
Remember all the times you couldnt express yourself and you cried.

But now your can swing your legs and feet any way you want,
Look for that new move that you looked for your whole life like a hunt. 
Grab someone by the hand and let them join you in that awesome moment,
I promise you, you will love this feeling you are about to feel.

Turn up the music and dance your heart out,
Move to the beat and go wild and feel like your out of sight. 
This is your moment, don't let anyone take that away for you,
This is not happening too slow and i tell you that that's the truth.

Put some head phones on and go to your own world of greatness,
Bust a move like you never did before, I promise it's harmless.
Make your heart feel what I am feling right now and take my hand,
I promise that I will make you smile and scream with joy and stand.


Details | Elegy | |

Elegy for Heidi

Elegy for Heidi 
            I
The clock ticks away.
But there is no layer of time 
and no decision to make. 
            II
I have been jaywalking 
on the edge of the roof
for the last few weekends;

down below the grass looks
already dark, depressed,
as if death has made it.

then a bird, a simple 
blackbird sits on the bough.
It cries out and a hand

rises from the green earth
like a bride waking from
her bridal night, gleaming.

I know, I know, I know, 
we are all life’s disciples.
             III
“Come on, wake up!”
“My God, you are from East.
It is
Still night here.” She said.
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


Details | Free verse | |

Watery Coffin

I look into my child’s eyes
Brown pools of innocence
And I see my reflection
A silhouette of heartbreak
I want to go back in time
I want to hold her tighter
I need to tell her I love her
And I’ll never let her go

But I did that fateful day
Repeatedly I screamed her name
My movements were slow
Everyone else was frozen in time
The water felt like quicksand
My enemy in my time of need
Waves crashing, distancing me
With each fall, they laugh at me

Another soul they are about to steal
Adding to their marine collection
My cries, fearful, they go unheard
The seagulls fly past, mocking me
I keep running in slow motion
Like I’m sloshing through molasses
The unbearable pain in my chest
My heart gone by ocean’s erosion

The salt fills my lungs, burning with fire
Panicking in despair, I see her body
Downturned, arms outstretched
Flying with the ones that took her from me
I beg her to breathe, I demand that she listens
I call her name in frustration
But she never responds to me
Her silence torments my ears

I hold her in my tight embrace
I tell her I love her…baby, I love you
I want to see her smile at me
I try to rewind time but it refuses
The twinkle in her eyes, darkened by death,
Reflects overwhelming heartbreak
A paralyzing sadness turned into numbness
The water took two lives that day.


Details | Tanka | |

The soul that lies within

Mine lonely tears fell,
into that sea of sadness.
The sea in which I've drowned.
till the day I saw thine eyes,
and the soul that lies within.


Details | Free verse | |

Sea Of Pretties

When I look at him,
It's like the warmest of summer days 
with the harshness of winter.
He's plastic, it seems.

He's like an immortal,
free of all mortal blemish 
behind his gleaming screen
or the camera lens.

I wish to be closer, I feel it in my bones,
But the sea parts us 
Unmercifully.
The damned natural barrier.

But when he sees me, he sees the gorgeous picture,
Oh, blasted lucky picture that graces my image.
The photo that looks nothing like me.
The charming picture.

I look thin and beautiful.
The typical man's idea of beauty.
The one that shows me with daring rebellion,
But portrays what I see as vulnerability.

So if he sees me, he won't know me.
I'll just be a passing body in the crowd.
Another sillhouette
in the sea of Pretties.


Details | Quatrain | |

Love Forlorn

The sea and mist
Have lightly kissed
The shore again
And all points when

I take my bow
To heed the stern
The sea again
By ocean yearn

And rain my face
In transient place
To sea again
An algae lace

I turn to see
The rain is gone
Forever now
My love forlorn

She tells me not
Like storm before
When we began
Or when it tore

Surprise to me
Upon its end
Do I refresh
Or never mend


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tides are risen from tears of love

when oceans rise beyond
the beaches, and 
it seems like the 
sky is leaking
water that fills 
the sea
above its very limits
and when those
tears stop falling
from the sky
where they fell 
the only place
that is the waters
edge is the mountain
that you land on.


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The Sea Blue Eyes I

Once in a while I meet a person whose eyes tell their story
The story is like the sky reflection on the seas of glory
The eyes are all the wonder of the world
It sees the future, past, and present
The eyes give us knowledge of the world and reflection
The reflection of sadness and weakness of each creature
The wonder of each individual being has a present
To the world who has lots of false images
To arise the moment of that one glance
To follow the heart in romance
Just the reflection that gather in your eyes of blue
What a man and a woman should view
Life is such a pain without stopping to see each eyes
Its like roses you have to enjoy each passion in side
When that moment collides with mind and heart
Nothing in your soul can keep your love apart
Join in the fun look in every eyes of a person beside
With passion and romance I bet you, you would cry
The luster of all the things to come
A bounty of life long needs to be given by just the wonders of the eyes
The blue seas reflects the different depths of our feelings
And it should become revealing
Come to your senses with ravaging hormones of lust
The sea can take you and even the reflection in the eyes of the person
The beauty is not held by one it is held by everyone
Such looks with fear for no relief
Is almost a dreadful part in our human nature
Beware of what can happen when emotions are held
Held to the core of an individual
No such thing is kindness when you find yourself in the Sea Blue Eyes
Calling in your soul by just looking
With ignorance you play around with such futile emotion
Gush away the fear and do not go insane with life so dear
The grasp of the titans comes to reveal
The evil within your heart is so obscenely noticed
You want the sea and you want those eyes to look at you with wishes
The rage in the heart are waves that cannot stop 
It pushes and pushes with no regret
The heart falters and there is only one thing in your mind
The idea of one soul to be with is the ocean 
The rifts that is trying to break to end the wants of desire
Cannot be trusted in a human lier
The beauty of man is destruction 
The beauty of women are commands
The eyes of each does not matter in the sea
Because all emotion and desire is given to those who are true
Command of a person is just one thing 
The desire to destroy is another
The Sea Blue Eyes will see no bother cause it bares it all
Even the utmost desire
To be continue.


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On the Harbour She Stands

In her silk evening dress
On the harbour she stands
Looking out to the waters
That claimed her man

The sea was his life
Ever since he was a boy
To be a sailor
Was to be his pride and joy

He made the grade
Through naval school
He was brought up to understand
That the sea can be cruel

Then one night
In the Pentland Firth
The sea was about to show
Its almighty worth

A force nine storm
From the North Sea heads
As his ship was cast
Onto Dunnett Head

No prisoners were taken
This November night
Smashed to smithereens
As she disappeared from sight

The very next morning
The sea was calm and quiet
A difference of hours
From the previous nights riot

Along the rocky shoreline
Bodies were washed up
Bruised and battered
In deathly abrupt

In twisted grace
Her man was found
Amongst the ship he adored
In wreckage surround

On the anniversary of her loss
On the harbour she stands
Looking out to the waters
That claimed her man




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss-4.php


Details | Free verse | |

Hallucination Heartbreak

Tip, tap,
toes rowing
across the blue
surface of the sea-
breezes play with my hair,
tangly messes of blond rope
form for the salty air to climb-
Sun shining bright on his throne of Noon
[The moon in her brig, in chains, wrought with stars]
My skin, dry with erosion from
wind blowing to my white gown; Sails-
In blue hallucinations,
In southwest oceans,
I come to you,
I see you,
In dreams.


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SARA'S SONG

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Like a skein of softly woven silk
She moves silently across ocean waves 
Exquisite in her ethereal beuty 
Dancing effortlessly across moonlit bay

Her soul knows no boundaries 
As it moves silently in the night 
Her beauty in midnight glowing 
Like a bird soaring in graceful flight 

Gliding in misty moonlight
In a gleaming white moon blaze
Her face glowing among the stars 
She glides elegantly amongst the waves 

Her heart cries to the seamen 
Bereft, longing to be found 
In the misty ebullient sea 
In which her poor body drowned 

The whales sing her lonely song
Their cries ring strangely thru' the night 
Their voices sing without words 
Grieving of Sara's rueful plight 

Sara's voice cries out in vain
Hertears salty- with ocean air 
Crying out in quiet depths 
Endlessly in her despair 

Glimmering and vast is the sea 
The tide rages full- the moon shines bright 
As this sad maiden cries out in despair
In the darkness of the lonely night... 
Her sorrowful notes of sadness -
Linger eternal ...in the ocean air
________________________________________________________________________

c/r & written by anne p murray...2012


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Rolling Back To Moss

It is a peculiarity of Love’s mossy light
that once, hapless rocks drowning in their days
would be overthrown by Love’s destructive plight
and smooth-whiskered words its song to soothe
in the belly of the whale its secrets brew.

In the aftermath of glow the pilgrims kneel
counting the bars of its serenading calm
as fire, trapped by beauty, mistakes its zeal
for something more than willing victims choose
and fans condemn themselves to breeze.

It’s nothing, but its something, and tired hope
endures, cradling every Cupid with a wish.
The vapours thin exposing every dusty mote
and pretend or not, all hearts will sometimes need
the mercy of their first and final love, never dimmed.

A visit, spectral angels cavaliering through the night
bringing blessings not condemned to wane,
flowers falling in love with their own petalled sight
bearing fragrance not descriptive like a name,
all that’s true would only call itself “Increase”.

The spring is fine as nectar to the flower brings
though all condensed and jealous of the Fall,
epic time is taken so all Eternity can sing
and clip the butterfly into shapes more lovely -
what delicate work! When love begins it’s sigh

far from where it once stood burning, a lush
constraint remains where freedom’s glove is lost
walking down its harbour, past the moveless thrush
and the crow all dead from drought, the rain will cease
and Love will change to tear, rolling back to moss.

The painter wild, the poet crazed all beyond his grasp,
what jealous combination, what charisma!
That together in a different stage marriage would outlast
the spikes and needles of despairing dim machinery
driving metal into hearts of soft enigma.

Seasons turn and all that makes us sober stays
safely tucked inside Betrayal’s chamber;
Reason roots itself in the soil of Love’s eternal fun.
Its sharp and pearly fingers, shaded from all danger,
can grant us mooned medallions to reflect the Sun.

The devil goes, the angel stays around in secret
ringed in haloed words of beauty’s whispered tale.
The two, not permitted by circumstantial thrall
to enter communion’s sweet redeeming place…. 
Love supports itself to fail, just to rise above it all.

Copyright. 2009. JLM.


Details | I do not know? | |

beauty that kills

i see an ocean wave crashing with no mercy
destroying everything in its path
i see an ocean wave killing other people
swallowing their houses and their life
all of what they worked for 
is now gone,
nobody can save what under the water now
this one wave took everything
killed all of their dreams and hopes
but still it did it so gracefully
that it made me hope
it made me think of flowers
in an open field
flowers so colorful
that even when their asleep
they take your breath away
from the beauty they unleash
a beauty so disastrous
that it kills everything in their path?!!
wow, this beauty's like a curse on earth
it serves as well
but at the same time it kills are hearts
the hearts of people filled with dreams
well, none of that matters now
because their dead and so is their dream
some may have thought of college
after a four year high school degree
they all had hopes just like you and i
well now they dont even have a home 
to look out of the window on a long dreadful night
but those who made it out alive 
they can still dream 
in fact they can make it happen
build a knew hope far away from the water far away from the light
they may even escape the cold dreadful nights
but its useless because even in the desert will they live
a hurricane will start the grief again
so you keep building, keep achieving
going nowhere with your life 
just remember you can never run enough
to hide from the wrath of God



Details | I do not know? | |

My Lost Love And The Seashore

Walkig on the seashore at noon 
Watching the sun that will set soon 
Everything reminds me of you 
Every step i take, everything i do 
Like my thoughts, the sky is cloudy 
Like my feelings, so blue is the sea 
I look at the horizone, so calm and clear 
Remids me of our happy days when we were near
 I look at the waves and i get upset 
'Cause it reminds me of the fight we had
 And tears roll down of my cheek 
I lost you, will i find you if i seek?
 I feel the water beneath my feet 
Reminds me of your cold lips 
Then my foot drowns into the sand 
Like i drowned in you when you first held my hand 
The wind blows and i feel your touch 
My whole body shivers, oh i miss you so much 
I see your smile as i look at the sun
 Embraces me with love, makes me want to to you run 
The sun is finally setting 
And my desperate soul dying 
I rest myself on a rock, so flexible like your body 
Grab some sand and see how they are apart like me 
Still tears rolling down from my cheek into the water 
The time you find that teardrop, you'll be forgotten forever
 Every teardrop into the sea 
Is how much you mean to me 
Finally i see your face as i look at the moon 
And the stars is so shiny like your eyes at noon 
I still sited there, watching your face and eyes 
And i'll wait to see your smile at sunrise 
Yes, i lost you baby 
but you're never far from me 
For you're the sunset, the sea and its waves 
And in my heart you'll forever remain engraved. 


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Night of the Ghost Knight...

Tender Rose! watch tonight
I reach thee there, in a wondrous flight
Sighs, storms not any more
as wanton winds soften the roar.
Tearing apart the paths I 'll be
trotting triumph through the untamed sea
hold unto thy dreams for a while
as riding I come charging the vile.
Queen of hearts, my charming bride!
shining I near over the tide
Danger, Death my old delight
truest promise tonight, must see the light.
Dogs, savages of the dark
Come an' they shall be ripped apart
Guides me truly...heavenly a spark
never let Fear rule thy heart.
The moment I kiss this castle enchanted
my silver armor in crimson painted
four or forty heads...I need not know
though fiery monsters shall be lying low
Moonlit sword shall drink the sun
the fire of my breast shall make them burn
Fear not faerie queen then, my faerie dove!
witnesses every move...the angel of love.
Softly like rain...fall into my arms
O' Heavens! Thy countless ethereal charms!
I shall fly thee...through kind the flashes of the moonbeams
away from tempests...to mid summer's night's dreams.!
Unpin the braid...we'll sail in the wind
hoofs won't touch the hard roads blind
into the sea of love...where no chains can bind
as mortal fear, mundane terrains...we leave behind...


Note-As the sailors enter the Thorde sea...they can hear a faint voice singing. As they 
move further deep into the waters...the wind all of a sudden hums low an' the voice grows 
distinct. A clear ringing voice...pain or ecstasy, they cannot make out. It sings of a deathly 
night...of a Knight an' his beloved...the rescue an' an almost successful escape. That 
night..as the two approach the sea...the knight finds his ship...set ablaze by some 
treacherous spirit...gone unbeaten. At this moment of great fix...ten arrows strike the knight 
from the back...poison tipped. The beloved princess is speechless in ecstasy...an' she 
knows nothing of this immediate dreadful strike. As a knight ...never falls or fails...he looks 
above, at the gleaming heaven in earnest pray...an' with his beloved holding him close; he 
storms into the sea with the horse. The waves this moonlit night...remind you the tale once 
more....as in above...


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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.


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THE DREARINESS OF THIS FRIGID SEASON

Goodbye Fall with all the auburn leaves of the reddest sunset,
goodbye crackling path where I met the last songbirds,
whose melody accompained me to winter's doors;
and with deep sadness I kept on looking back.


Welcome gloomy winter with short afternoons and long evenings;
watching the advancing shadows and loudly hearing
the furious sound of the squall rampaging the stately trees,
and making them weep when the icy rain comes down with lightining. 


Sitting in a rattling, rocking chair, I peruse through pages of sunny places afar,
forgetting the dreariness of this frigid season and be consoled by a warm fire;  
and still nostalgia abounds...thinking of the pleasant strolls of a past season,
which thrilled me with its colors, and through delight I justified my reason. 


O winter, don't linger as you always have...shorten your stay, avoid foul play; 
and could I ever stand a pale sun, hardly giving off with its luminiscence,
in this house hidden among the maples and the pines of a squalid valley?
Old winter, don't mislead me with days without snow...that's utter pretense!


Goodbye explorer fedora hat keeping my dreamer's head cool, 
sparing my skin another ugly wrinkle, allowing late beauty to rule;   
goodbye iced coffee sipped from my Big Apple plastic cup,
which I bought along Fifth Avenue in a crowded, variety shop. 


Ummerciful winter, pity the desperate state I am in,
reduce the wrath of your devastation, step inside and to tell me your amazing tales...
hoping that I will write them down for everyone to read and enjoy for immortal ages;
relentless winter, reduce the dreariness of this frigid season.


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | I do not know? | |

i returned to the sea

I can smell the wind in my face 
Salt air in my mouth-my skin
I become the other world I am in;
Walking against the breeze as it 
grows
But  nobody knows or gives two 
crows..
That's OK self conceit is in faded 
retreat.
Birds dive, their calls reaching my 
ears
An orange sphere eclipses all that is 
near
Blindingly bright~ on the edge of 
night
I walk west~sun setting as if in jest
I  smell lush salty wind invade my 
chest
I chase the reality to bask in 
finality...
I look at this beautiful place
A saving grace~what a beautiful 
face~
How I  distaste what's left of the 
race,
Leaving in its trace a waste..an 
infertile 
place. 
I feel salty air tickle  my  nose~
Feel the sand slip through my toes~
Walking against the ocean breeze
One last pose before god only 
knows;
I go to my knees, look out at the 
seas
Birds dives and weave, sit upon the 
trees.
I sit awhile and contemplate as I 
smile
At oceans edge I take in all that I 
hear
The orange sphere eclipsing all that 
is 
near
 I walk due west, sun setting as if in 
jest
Feet and mind  never stopping to 
think or 
rest
Quiet determination defeating loud 
lethargy
I slip into liquid effigy

Oops too late, I am not here to see
Dark vertigo becomes the wet indigo of me
The 
deep blue
sea.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Air

Surging in the water with nothing in our hands
Searching for air and hoping somehwere that there's land
Cause I don't see anything in sight
And I don't feel the need to continue on this plight
Air
Somehow, somewhere
Can't quite compare
How we once shared
Air
It seems like such a neverending game
Swimming the ocean but I still can't see your face
I'm sinking down and can't float
I'm sinking down with no hope
Air
Somehow, somewhere
Can't quite compare
How much you cared
Air
I'm going down, you're going up
I'm praying hard you'll make it stop
You're all the oxygen I need
Take hold and help me breathe
Help me breathe
I'm lost at sea
It's just me
There's no air


Details | Light Poetry | |

Heart Beat

Sleepless and confused, my mind wonders around like a lost child,
all this gray and rain makes me think suicidal. 
Having to do the same stuff over and over again is pissing me off,
so i lay away to this sound of the beat i got playing so soft. 

My only escape is and every will be is this beat,
trust me it can put on a good show so have your self a seat. 
It will rock your world from the wonders it can do to you,
cause this sound is from the heart and soul and that is true.

Most people don't believe me that music can change a persons life,
it's only cause they have never experienced a good fight.
A fight for there own life, and the only thing that brought them back was music,
but they still refuse to admit that it's not magic.

So go put on a set of headphones and tell listen to a beat or two,
cause by the time you are done i will be asking you if it aint true.
So that's what i am about to go do is put on a set of headphones and listen through,
cause it's not what i can do but what the music can do to you.


Details | Free verse | |

Little Refuge

Little girl goes down to the water.
Little girl climbs up the hill.
Little girl wanders in the woods.
Little girl collects little things.

Creatures and curiosities.

Puts them in her pockets.

Skipping and running and playing at hunting.

Now and then she stops, and rests.

Her every heartbeat,
her every breath,
conspires with the fragrant moist air,
the rocks and the trees,
to forget her home.

There she waits before the sunset.

She waits as long as she can.

Oh, how precious is this place.

Her refuge.

To the sea and the hills. . .
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

A HAUNTED FISHER

                                       A HAUNTED FISHER

	A hawk - sighted and decided young fisher;
          Traps skillfully, fishes for his wisher;
	Waving and sliding water - hills over;
	With howls of 'hurray', grows ever.

		Now a wisher, decrees vessels;
		And fishes millions of dreams and pearls;
		Blunts swords of sun and might of whirls;
		The spheres of storms and lightening, hurls.
		
			A god of holdings turns all to gold;
			Life to moving circular fold;
			Time to scarce diamonds mould;
			And occasions to sudden perches for hold.

                    	Possess a paradise with Hedden;
		Breaks brutally into the forbidden;
		Inflows and outflows hidden;		
		Landslides and gullies end Aden. 

			Fast after flying dreams, unheard, till; 
			Fast typhoon tosses, waves, spill; 
			Quacks and wrecks whiflashing castle, fill;
			Wakes of the storms died and waters calm still.

		Now where is the floating tower? 
		Flying dreams and manifold power;
		Where is the longed Hedden and Aden’s lover?
		Isn't the ocean calm blue and tempting ever???   
 
																   											
													JOSE PUDUSSERY
																


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SOFT ORANGE BLOSSOMS

These soft orange blossoms
are more colorful and fragrant
than the velvety, wild roses...
hastily clinging to sturdy sunflowers' stems,
fretting a danger too real and so imminent.


His manly hands attacked her in an orchard of beautiful roses, 
and she left blood stains on those delicate, scattered petals...
who did hear the young virgin's painful cry,
subdued by the quails' loud twitter in the shady elms' branches? 
Some did, but continued to walk and let her die!


Her mother wailed under the weeping, embracing elms... 
they saw her child struggle and despair, but they couldn't help;
why did that brutal man raped her and beat her to death?
And what kind of punishment he deserves for that cruel act?
Wouldn't a just judge be furious and imprison him for life?


A light wind detached the soft orange blossoms from the branches,
and let them gently fall on her violated body to cover with dignity 
the purest and youngest blood spilled in the meadow of clovers;
God Himself cried from His throne, and sent His angel of mercy
to the sorrowful and lamenting earth, which had seen the eyes of innocence.  


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | I do not know? | |

Lo sea end-o

Alas my love my dying day
Will bring sweet whispers to my grave
Recumbent in your evil snare
Snakes will tempt you, strip you bare
Careful now with tender lips
They will persuade those dormant hips
To move in places dark unknown
And when let go, will be alone

Alas my love my will dissolves 
In oceans built on dire resolve
Swept away in winds disguised
Then crushed in waves, drift and died
Venom ruins your perfect veins
Skin retracts, reminds disdain
Then mirror with its clever eye
Reclaims its sympathy, yours and mine


Details | Elegy | |

Beyond Darkness

Although you are gone,
Dearest Blue Eyes,
You are everywhere
In every breath of wind
I hear your mournful sighs
In every ocean wave
The lonely tears you cried
Your sadness
Clings heavy in sea air
Among grains of sand
lies every shattered dream

As anguish rendered your blue eyes
Heavy with slumber eternal
the sea stole you away
Swallowed you up in its depths
To lie in the hollows of desolation
And my heart
Followed you in the waves 
Beyond the darkness

Although you are gone
My dearest Blue Eyes
You are everywhere; in everything.


Details | Haiku | |

I WAS BORN IN THE OCEAN WILD AND FREE!!!!

Written by Ann Wilson on

October 31 st  2006

I WAS BORN IN THE OCEAN WILD AND FREE LEAVE ME ALONE AND` LET ME 
BE ME.THE OCEAN IS WHERE MAMALS WERE  MEANT TO STAY AND MEANT 
TO BE. THE OCEAN IS WHERE I WAS MEANT TO BE. FREE TO BE ME.AS THE 
WATERS I SWIM EACH AND EVERY DAY.I WAS NOT MEANT TO BE PUT ON 
DISPLAY TOO LOOK AT AND DO TRICKS FOR THE CROWD THE OCEAN IS 
WHERE I WANT TO PLAY.YOU ARE ALL FOOLS TO THINK THIS IS TRUE WHY 
MUST YOU BE VERY  CRUEL.THE OCEAN IS WHERE I AM THE HAPPIEST YOU 
SEE. YOU MAY NOT SEE IT MY WAY AND YOU MIGHT DISAGREE.THE OCEAN 
WITH THE SALT WATERS IS MEANT FOR ALL OF THE DOLPHINS AND ME IT 
NEEEDS `TO BE MY WAY AND THATS OK.I DON'T WANT TO DO TRICKS YOU 
NEED TO SEE IT MY WAY. SAVE ME TODAY LET ME BE BACK IN THE OCEAN. 
THE FACTS ARE CLEAR I CAN LIVE A  LONGER LIVE HERE.CAN YOU HAVE A 
HEART SO  LISTEN TO ME YOU KNOW WHERE I WAS MEAN TO BE. OR IS 
YOUR HEART SO COLD AND MEAN. I AM DEEPLY SAD PLEASE GIVE ME A 
CHANCE. I KNOW I AM NOT WRONG I KNOW WHERE I BELONG. WITH THE 
WAVES I GO SPLASHING JUMPING UP AND DIVING SO HIGH. LADIES AND 
GENTLEMEN BOYS AND GIRLS I WANT TO BE HAPPY AGAIN. LET ME GO 
HOME IS WHERE I BELONG IN THE CLEAR WATERS YOU KNOW THATS 
TRUE. I AM GLAD YOU HAVE LISTEN TO WHAT I HAD TO SAY.NO I AM HAPPY 
NOT SAD AND BLUE I AM .HAPPY NOW TODAY .GOODBYE TO ALL. I THANK 
YOU SO FOR LETTING ME BE FREE BEING BORN IN THE OCEAN AND 
REMAINING THERE MEANS ALOT TO ME. SPLISH SPLASH I AM MAKING MY 
DASH NOW I AM AS HAPPY AS CAN BE. THANK YOU ALL FOR LISTENING TO 
THIS MAMMAL THAT I AM. DEEP DOWN WE ALL KNOW ITS TRUE I WAS BORN 
IN THE OCEAN WILD AND FREE




Details | Free verse | |

The Demise of Pangaea -part 2-

You don’t know how parted we are
Uncharted we are
The piano keys sooth the turbulent sea and music melts the burning icebergs
Pride sinking a ship…giving into nature
Hands severed and torn, pressing lightly on the stained ivory
The creatures are mourning for the death of loved ones
While men in white laugh, masked by the ghosts of their own insanity  
Stained with foreign blood
People speak out against it while many others follow me to the grave
Like the single stone in the chalk piece scrapes against the black board
We feel the pain with our empathetic minds without having to hear the chalky cries 
Subconscious we are transformed…informed
Knowing that once parted, no earthquake can make us whole again
We couldn’t visit her today…he was forced to go
The mercy found in these crevices is buried in the snow
I hate it when I can’t find words to describe the way I feel
I would like to tell him how I feel…but the air
Is too thick here… 
And the sea parts us…blue eyes are merely brown…
The grass is greener there
We’re all the same…we fear…we cry
The web still weaves us together but dew tears stick to the strands
And flies that we feed on destroy the unity of the intricate network
Reassuring words mend temporarily…but you leave again
Hairs grow gray and the black stickiness is fresh once more 
Light pours in canyons of crayons…the flower is a scam
The smell of childhood lighting up our lives with the little fuel we have
Jealously thrives through…and they won’t stop touching them
Some look into the mirror and cry everyday…
Bruises turn to gold and they sell artifacts already sold
The buzzing vibration of my phone is ignored tonight…
I’m on my last bar…
I’m dying…I really am
Dying to know WHY. Dying to give life 
Parting the lands to flood obscurity…
Pangaea, what can make you whole again? 


Details | Alliteration | |

Salmon

Frothing, frigid fjords
Fling forth fine stippled
Salmon, streaking upstream.
Roe-rich fish, flashing
Fat and fulgent:
Spurred to spawn, to spurt
Then sputter -- spasmodic.
Spectral. Unspared.


Details | Rhyme | |

Lost Hope

I’m riding along on this massive ship.
Titanic is the most fitting name for it.
Bold in grandeur and timeless beauty,
Downstairs neighbor to the rich and snooty.
Treated like cargo and feeling unimportant
By those who feel they are most important.
I escape my tiny quarters to go upon deck
As I feel the cold piercing the nape of my neck.
My breath creates steam as hot meets the cold.
I look into the night air, to the mysteries untold,
This journey to a place where life promises better.
I love her already and I never even met her.
Oh, America, the land of opportunities!
So excited to prosper within her communities.
Daydreams of hope are quickly interrupted
As the ship’s journey is violently disrupted.
I lean overboard to see what’s the confusion
And I hope what my eyes see is all an illusion.
Large and white, cold-hearted in the night,
An iceberg passes by invading my sight.
Shock has stopped my brain from reacting…
An unusual sound of water becomes distracting…
The water quickly covers the floor I stand on…
And all my hopes and dreams are soon to be gone.
The important don’t care about us at the bottom,
“Don’t try saving them; the water’s already got ‘em.”
I stare at the night and I don’t fight for my life.
The important has slashed my hopes with a knife.
Got us down here, alone, with no way out,
Stealing our hope only to replace it with doubt.
The water is to my stomach; I can’t feel my toes,
I find absolutely no comfort within my wet clothes.
The screams are haunting and so full of fear.
We at the bottom know our time is near.
The important at least have some kind of a chance
While we at the bottom catch a watery slow dance.
The water is to my chin and I’m frozen stiff.
My nose is too cold for me to take a sniff.
The water is to my nose and now I can’t breathe.
I can’t even stop to think how this is happening.
It all ends here in this dark, freezing ocean.
I’m too numb to feel any real emotion.
The water engulfs me as I float inside my grave,
Wishing I was somewhat important enough to save.
I’ve never met you but America, I say good-bye.
The middle of the ocean is where I am fated to die. 


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Feeling Never

Freedom to the left
freedom to the right
free to live all day
free to suffer in the night

sail forever
on and on
feeling never
gone and gone

see to the left 
see to the right
see the sun all day
see your bloody night

chance is clever
one on one
long endevor
long so long

empty to the left
empty to the right
empty ship all day
empty heart all night

sail forever
on and on
feeling never 
gone and gone


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AN UNPLEASANT DAY

The fog thickens over the waters,
making every island vanish
into the misty sea rolling by;
but the lonely and trembling gull
stands on a skaky lamp-post, 
and his loud,distant cry
is revealed by a deep anguish
adding to an unpleasant day...

Mindless and shameless lovers,
take advantage of the pelting rain
to satisfy their urge with passionate eyes; 
these lovers came to this marine 
with the intent to cheat without concern,
not honoring their promise
to those who are eternally faithful:
isn't instant gratification a foolish game?  

The steady raindrops turn into a tempest,
causing the eere wind to whistle wildly
and as they pelt on my windshied and dance,
the music of my melody,so lively,
changes to a tune played with melancholy;
winter effects my mood so dramatically...

I look out of the driver's window twice
and the same bird sits still where he was,
I'm wondering if he waits for his mate,
to take a plunge into the water and bathe;
it's not only humans who experience loneliness:
it is seen in the wilderness as well...

Amid the fury of the relentless storm,
I'm caught between land and air, 
and does anybody feel the awesome force 
that makes us look so insignificant and small!
Our works are temporary and frail,
like the empires that were great and invincible,
they may seem perfect and beautiful,
but they will lose luster and suddenly fall
and crumble into a dust of oblivion:
only this Universe was made to last forever...

My wish for serenity is swept away
by the wind's fierce currents above,
and the frenzy waves carry it along
to follow that ship that left a while ago;
and still there's no visible sky
over the prestine, white beach
where I would lie down and sleep,
hidden away from anything and anybody...

In this treacherous month of March,
I can't lay back or be faint of heart;
somehow, with willingness and brit,
I must start being realistic
and take in consideration an unpleasant day
and make the best of it anyway... 


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The Sea Blue Eyes II

There she is the false image standing quietly
She is just standing looking at a beautiful flower
She notices her passion of earthy desire
Something is happening she burst into the sun
I look up as her hands grasp my face
Her sea blue eyes gazed at me
Her warm hand and then a bright light blinded me
I went down on my knees and cried
The salty water dropped on to the ground 
I live by the ocean so deep
I do not know how to swim
By the thought of a beautiful look 
That made me shake
With fear in my head I saw those Sea Blue Eyes
I cannot restrain myself she burst into the sun
What is going on is it just the feeling of being left behind
She was a desire and now I have none
Driving nuts and insane what will I do
Believing such a image is a dream
I walk on the sand by the ocean with flowers in my hand
Raising it to the sky and trying my best to lure her
The image came close 
It pulled me into the ocean I was soaked
What a lonely human being I am
I grope the sky with such desire
I look pitiful and look anguished
What horrible feeling I have to pull the beauty that is nature down
The wind blew one day the image once more appeared
A young woman standing beside a flower with deep Sea Blue Eyes
Looked at me a glance of hope and happiness came
I reached for her and all of a sudden I fell into a deep sleep
Months past they had told me that I jump off a cliff 
They explained that the flower patch was by it
I realize heaven and earth cannot be reached with out a sacrifice
With meaningless thoughts I would wonder of to the cliff area
To see the ocean were it meets and ends
I was told a story long ago that the feelings of the ocean can seep into your soul
The trend of this story came shortly after some deaths
I was fooled the lady with the Sea Blue Eyes can manipulate anyone
Ladies and men, she is an illusion of the utmost desire
Blaming everyone human kind knowing they are lyres
The ghostly images that creeps everyone is oneself
Desire falls upon those who are lonely 
Believe of the unnatural becomes science
The Sea Blue Eyes is no lie cause they have been taking souls
Through century they have been taking souls for tolls
I stood once again near the ocean reaching to the sky
Lonely I was ready to disappear 
One day she not the lady of the sea it was the one I knew
I was blessed that day she embrace me 
I then fell into a slumber of bliss and desire
Now I just hear voices and I am paralyze down
A disappointment I was fooled once more by the Sea Blue Eyes 

To be continue.


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How Could You Do This To Me

You'd think I know to take it slow-
(The empty contents of my Soul!)
How fierce the Wind may howl and Blow,
And send my ship to rapid row
O'er seas too sad for me
That rock me none too gently
Oh, it makes for quite a show
When my head hangs so very low...


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SUNRISE,COME QUICKLY

As my tripping footsteps
enter deeper into the path of intense darkness,
I start feeling the trance of trepidation
and much despised misery 
seaps through me with a sense of admonition;
the night owls cold eyes immovably glare
to confine me into their scary stare...
until I dash off rapidly!

Sunrise,come quickly
to subdue my forethoughts of dreadfulness
into this night without stars!
I look up to a dark and unwinkling Universe...
exposing me to an enormous unrest:
will it be a deluge or a tempest
to end all traquillity?

Whatever threatens me invisibly,
or compels me to fret...
won't cause my courage to lessen:
contrarily, it will increase it even more...
'till I find another path;
its a risk worth-taking to befuddle any enemy! 

Sunrise,come quickly
to bring radiance and harmonious sounds
over this tempestous sea,
which keeps away all the discontented gulls;
sunrise, come quickly...
my entrapped spirit longs for liberty!


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Quiet Vicissitudes

Quiet vicissitudes on a lonely shore. 

Memories fading with age as the family home crumbles.

It sits alone, abandoned, on it's now private island as the ocean continually encroaches with time.

Nothing left but photographs to prove to the world it was here as a storm crashes overhead.

With one final gulp a once happy home relinquishes itself to the watery abyss.


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Sometimes...

Sometimes,

I close my eyes

and I see

the sky and the sea,

the shore

and you,

walk lonely...



Late remembers

from a forget summer.


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His Window by the Sea

Sitting by a window
That looks out on to the sea
Gray haired maestro plays
A violin so passionately
 
On his chair he sits
As he done for many years
For the sea that sits beside him
He plays instead of tears
 
He looks out to the waters
As to the reason why
The sea had taken his family
While fate had left him dry
 
For on that tragic day
To their island they would sail
A squall out of nowhere
High seas and forceful gales
 
Tossed from side to side
Battered by the waves
His daughter and two children
Distraught at who to save
 
An ageing man of 70
Weak from years of life
To be in this position
Trying to save so many lives
 
A large wave hits them
And throws him to the deck
Where upon he bangs his head
Unknowingly he broke his neck
 
He awakens in the hospital
Crying, for his family to be safe
Not knowing of their outcome
That they were taken by that wave
 
The years go passing by
But the memories of that day
As he gazes through the window
You can hear his violin play



 http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss2.php


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Save Our Wetlands

My home state loses a football field, 
Of coastal land each day of the year.
I’m no cheerleader about this,
It fills my heart with fear.

I wish I had funds to donate to the cause.
Maybe if I expressed my thoughts of the situation,
It would cause others to pause.
As the pelicans swim to the beat,
 Of their inward drum,
And contribute to the state,
That many other states of the union,
Were carved from.

Way back before humans existed,
Our dear state Louisiana was merely sea floor.
If we humans that exist today,
Don’t get serious about this erosion problem,
The state where jazz was born,
Will be sea floor once more.

Our coastal industries, beautiful magnolia trees,
And the capital of the Old South,
Will no longer exist.
We won’t be able to reminisce about anything,
If our hindrance persists.

Like bacteria attacks a cell,
Our precious land is being attacked as well.
Like our educated out migrants,
Land is leaving without being replaced.
Saving this land helps us ecologically:
This includes the human race.

Please fellow residents and people who once,
Or never lived here before.
Fill Louisiana’s heart with cheer,
By contributing to this worthy cause.
If one can’t give monetarily, 
 He or she should then take a pause.
Be creative and think of other ways,
That one is able to help this wonderful state.

We would certainly appreciate anything you do,
To help us out.
I know the pain of the land will be eased,
Without a doubt.

Our state has faith in us as we have faith in it.
Let us not only be cheerleaders, but star players.
So that our precious land can stay strong,
Throughout its layers.
This erosion problem can be very costly:
Climatic changes, loss of land, animal and plant species,
And human lives are just a few.
Please help save our wetlands,
Because it is part of the old and of the new.


Wrote November 2003 almost exactly 2 years before Hurricane Katrina,
while student @ ULM and concerned about the issue, as a student and scientist the topic of 
New Orleans going under and the Mississippi River flow and creation of Louisiana  was talked 
about since  I was in elementary school in the mid '80s was a main topic of concern for the 
gubernatorial election held that year, and during that political official's term as governor, 
Hurrican Katrina hit, Louisiana politics I tell you- they simply tell people what they want to 
hear!


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Message in a Bottle

"For the moments we spent, and the memories we found

For the life that we dreamt in the love that we drowned.

Tonight i am silent, i am lost out at sea,

or the day that i found you, was the day i lost me.

Here is my hearts , amongst the tide and the waves

here is our history, floating with the memories i saved"


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How How How...

How beautiful the rain is 
For no one can see
Me tears…

How comforting the snow is
For no one can find
Traces of my feet
When it melts away…

How curious the sea is
For it roars and then 
Resides to silence…

How free the sun is
For no one can claim
To own its rays…

How delicate the moon is
For it hides behind the clouds
Lest some shadow steals
Its silver beams…

How magical the night is
For you whisper your fears and worries
And it listens, calms you down
With dreamy lullabies…


How secretive the life is
For you cannot know its secrets
Unless you unfold yours…


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Nightmare

Reality screams, but I'm stuck in between the walls of my own dreams.
My eyes can't be opened, my body is frozen.
It forces me into a paralyzing trap called sleep.

Stuck in dreamland. Going nowhere.
In a never-ending nightmare.
Monsters chase me and rip me at my seams.
The world is never as it seems in the midst of the scheme of things.
I burn as my mind reigns supreme.


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Voices Rose Beyond the Sea

A song she carries in black locks,
Her treasure brings their ship to dock.
Transparent to the deafened mute,
To eloquent a note to loot.
Set to mesmerize the men,
Fixed upon this maiden gem.
So caught up in her melody,
Forgot a cast beyond the sea.

A drink to her!
Another round!
To satisfy,
A lustful hound.
So beautiful,
A girl so fair;
Like mermaids,
In a water’s lair.

Tonight they’ll empty Davy’s fears,
And bask in heaven’s light and tears.
To smell the lavender and blooms,
A rare treasure sure to lift the gloom.
To drink and sing their past regrets,
tomorrow’s day brings toil and sweat.
For death awaits in lines and sails,
Their true mistress - the sea-bound trails.

Another drink!
And fare thee well…
A tale of wonder,
Sure to tell.
About this night,
Her song will swell -
Above the open sky,
And dwell.

They sailed from Nova Scotia‘s Pier.
The jealous ocean soon brought fear,
As waves as tall as mighty oaks;
Did crash into their fishing boats.
The mast did crack and slam her deck,
The men all struggled soaking wet.
Then voices rose “Farewell to thee,
Our maiden…” then sunk into the sea.


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Bitter Sea Spirit

A sea made up of a million tears...
Drowning whatever comes near
The forgotten and broken soul.
Bitter spirit
Pushing away
The ships of friendship and love
With waves of rage.
Erasing history
And throwing those into a cage,
To make them see how it feels
Being in such inner pain.
High tides flood the land
Never has the bitter sea spirit felt so grand
In destroying all those who had a hard time
Trying to understand.


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Under The Waves

Never quite in my grasp,
just a little out of my reach.
The sweet relief from life,
it lapses away at my feet,
pulling and pushing.
An irresistible tide,
waiting to drag me under.
To a world inside.

Impossible becomes reality.
In this new world under the waves.
A world that evades me,
even as I dive under the waves.
I plunge deeper and deeper.
The very world I craved,
turning into a nightmare.
No longer evading me.
impossible becomes reality,
as i struggle beneath the waves.
now the world of light,
to far from my reach.
The fears of the world,
now the tide around my feet.
Pulling me farther into the deep.
Creatures once pure and alive,
pull me to an impossible grave.
I struggle as if all of it was real,
desperate to escape.
Such an impossible reality.
The light fades from the surface,
reality now impossible. 
in such a mad world,
lying beneath the waves. 
I lose the game,
as the world is just inches from my reach.
I let go of hopes of the world,
of the pure world,
that lies somewhere beneath the waves.

I awoke on the beach.
Peaceful sleep,
still a stranger to me. 
I gaze into my mind and know,
That that night,
I'll not again,
dive beneath the waves. 


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Little White Light

I walk outside and am 
surrounded
By water.
Not by blue, happy water,
But by a black horizon.
A little white light,
Way out in the distance,
It was looking at me,
Looked like the pathway to 
heaven,
It was telling me it was my 
time,
To go,
And die.
I listened to that little light,
That was out in sight.
I took that moment, 
Said sorry to everyone,
Grabbed my blade
And met up with that light.


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Somewhere Between Fall and Falsehood

Her chin was resting between her knees
Her fingers were running smoothly through the sand
She didn’t notice my arrival
She just sat, staring out at the ocean

I could hear the drop of the hallowed cave
It echoed and faded at the foot of the fissure
The natural awning shielded us from the sun
As the waves lapped slowly at her feet and not much further from mine

“What a view,” I said, resting my weight against the rocky walls
She looked up at me as if coming from a dream
For a minute, she just sat there looking wretched 
Heavy-handed, droopy mouth, bags under her eyes
But then she managed a smile; a weary smile
I returned it, then looked off at the ocean
The waves disappeared behind the horizon
And the sun fixed its reflection across the seascape

“Why are you here?” she asked with the effort of true curiosity
Squinting her eyes and pressing her face above her mouth
She’d been staring at the sun again
She could probably scarcely see me

I forced a smile and sat down close beside her
“The sun’s not going to help you, you know,” I said matter-of-factly
I continued to look at her as she buried her face in her legs again
Her dirty blonde hair wafting with the wind like meteor showers

“I know,” she said, muffling her speech
Looking away for a minute, I turned back to see her with tears in her eyes
“But what else will?” she genuinely asked, and softly sobbed
My mouth hung loose at her irregular directness 
Eventually catching myself, I put my arm around her shoulder
“I will.  We all will,” I said and smiled once again
In doing so she then relaxed her head on my shoulder
And for those few minutes, believed me fully

Somewhere deep within, she knew the truth though
And it would remain there, no matter how comforting my lies got


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Woman Down

The ocean cringed
Its body being violated
Over and over again
Nobody stopped it, only watched
With eyes filled with a disgusting lust
The ocean closed her eyes
And endured the pain
It was necessary
In trade, she'll go back to paradise
Every day, looking at her sky
The sky with curious brown eyes
And wonderful blonde hair
One violator fills her with trash
The next extinguishes a cigarette
On her already bruised body
But she endures it
Knowing better days are coming


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A kid Raising A kid

Well it happened
It’s all over now
I got to get up and raise a kid some how
I mean I still get up watching cartoons 
Now I get up changing diapers all afternoon
Running around being grown
Is what I did? 
Now god has rewarded me with a kid
The absence of sex 
I just could'in have
Yet and still when I go to school I'm failing in math
This is not how I want life to be
My mom, me, and a ba-by
I'm still young 
Therefore I don't know what to do
I guess its up to my mother to tell me what to do
Will I be able to raise you?
You’re looking at me with your beautiful little eyes
But I'm just a kid in a mother in disguise
If only I knew that I would be stuck in the house
Left with no friends 
With just my baby and me to the end
I would'in has done it 
Not one bit
Now this is the way it is 
A Kid "Raisin" A kid


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Perfection in the Sky

Some days you see perfection in the sky
and it can bother you that that perfection
is not within you

Some days you look up to see dirty buildings and filthy air
and you wonder where the beauty is 
and if it really still exists
and you realize the outside does not match the beauty 
desired inside

Some days the sky is gray and rain falls in relief
And its in these days that you are in peace
because whatever hindrance that you keep pent up
is somehow comforted by the sky's release
And that part of melancholy
can just be

...And it is in these days
when you are wrecked and cloudy,
that particles of hope condense
ready to rain joy upon you,
because you know that in the morning
bright blue will once again gleam in your eyes
and the air will breath of relief
and rainbows will speak of the promise of life
and the perfection you see in the sky
will spill straight into your soul


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Happier Place

Standing alone 
On that cliff top 
In the pouring rain 
Alone with my thoughts 
Watching the sea 
Jump up at me 
Its waving hands 
Seeming to grasp for me 
I walk and lean over the edge 
Only for the hands to grow longer 
Yearning 
Calling for me 
And as I step away 
A mournful howl 
And cries of how much better it would be 
If I were dead 
No cares no worries 
No friends no pain 
Everyone peaceful 
Resting alone 
And I stop and turn 
Run fast towards the edge 
and the mournful calls 
Turn into gleeful yells 
Encouraging me 
To fly
Spread out my wings and fly 
Insurances of you can do it 
And I do it 
I fly away 
Away forever and the dark swallows me 
The grasping hands now hold me down 
I can see the light 
The day and the sun shines 
Now that I’m gone it shines 
Brighter that any other day 
And I smile in myself 
No longer struggling 
Being cradled in the arms of the sea 
Held under and carried away 
Knowing I’ve left home 
A happier place. 


Note: I wrote this a very long time ago now...


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engulfing oil

a mirror , vanished...

unclear the fate of mankind...

black clouds suffocate!!...


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FLY ME TO TITAN

Fly me to the Titan
Let me walk among the stars
Let me see what spring is like
On Venus, Jupiter and Saturn
In other words, hold my hand
In other words, Honey  kiss me
now and then

Fill my heart with peace
Let me smile  for ever more
You are all I long for
All I desire

In other words, please be loyal
In other words, I love you so 
Please come here!


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VERSES VIBRANT WITH LIFE

Read me verses
vibrant with life,
not sad epitaphs;
paint me my portrait
with a lustrous light...
be a Cavaraggio, or Rembrandt,
and my replicas sell in the market
for a price that suits any wallet.


I was given a name,
and with gilt I embellished it;
gladsome to glitter and giggle,
blooming as a rose bud caressed
by the wind's soft breath;
and its seed will be transported 
far-away, to germinate by a godly temple,
and there I will meet a favorable, clement fate. 


A tombstone is the place
for the soul's eternal rest,
my bones will lie within it...these brittle bones
once covered by flesh, but its spirit
will depart to ascend from the realm of mortals;
and sleep it will...until a mighty voice will awaken it,
there with the angels of Paradise I will write my praises,
and seeing the sorrow of the living, I will act upon their behalf.


Read me verses
vibrant with life;
epistles that the New Testament's
devoted scribes wrote.
Sing me odes of the glory to come, put aside
the longest elegy, don't trifle
with my final wish, everything else is trivial;
look into the Heavens, I will smile... 
 

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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Tarnishing Woe




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Wrapped in woe
Here is a gash to sow
Pierced by bow

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Struck in woe
Here is a boat to row
Sunk by blow

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Scorched in woe
Here's a soul to mend
Seared by woe

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Slashed by woe
Here is a wound to sow
Bruised by woe...









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ENNUI OF THE LOST

Ennui conspires insipid moods
infringing human awareness,
ruled by a lunatic vision,
not controlled by insight and lucidity;
and desires of a Dolce Vita
mollify a false illusion
to appear on an intaglio, to gradually
become a shining insignia.


To steer a ship, takes effort and patience,
and if its course is guided by favorable winds,
all is well for the adventurous captain;
and should he lose focus, lured by lunacy and nihilism,
his enthusiasm wears out and failure sets in...
and his ship will lurch on unfriendly waves,
and his ennui lessens courage to deviate
from the safe route when nocturnal vision is lost indeed.


Ennui insinuates myopia,
muzzling the voice and halting 
the mind's performance,
thus forging the promise of  utopia; 
and the hunch is to pursue intuition
whenever it may lead...being
the holster controlling the steed,
getting rid of the humdrum and huff,
humming and ignoring the hourglass,
which trickles sand to infuse fear.
    


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Good Morning To Betrayal -2-

5...4...3...2......1..GO! 
Get ready to release yourself from deep waters
Land on high grounds
Thrills surrounding your awed temptations

3...2...1.. 
You are ready to take your first flight!!!    
To a wondrous
Space of wonders

Good morning to a space glimpse!

Luminous happiness sweltering
From a secure, sincere sunshine 
Peeking from scarless sun
Careless of the background

Space of wonders
You'll be always remembered 
In my photographing memory
Cherished as my own child
Remain mild...control the ship in a sprinkled space

Space of wonders
How could you mutter those
Floating inspirations?

Tripping on every verse
Keeping track of space life
Full of energy and renewal 

The commotion from Earth
Has been on the duelist 
It's inspired for awhile 
Replaced with a remarkable universe
 
Space of wonders
How could you burn our hearts with threatening passion?
Hugging us in compassion
How could you mutter those
Floating aspirations? 
Cherished as my own 
favorite memory 

Good morning to space life
Devious and uncontrollable
As slick as many criminals
Working as a one big team
To circulate around
The main sequence of trouble

Glisten as the star-filled sky
Along with warm, heartening rain

Good morning...
To you, oh glorious soul!

Your vision shown in space
Rolling in your circular face
Thrilling and tripping unsteadily
With an unstable way of living 

Close the scene for a lightyear moment
Feel our diversity

Watch the stars roam about like syrup rubbing against a soft, puffy 
pancake 

Take your flight, you sunlit fairy
On a cloudless, scarlet sky

Shining as the sun
Swiftly diving down as a surfing dude
Open as the driven waves,
trusting the possible tasks

Put your task aside for now 
Save it for leftovers
We are arriving in our zoo-like cage
Suitable for excitement and ominous worries

Welcome royal destiny!
Arriving on the doorstep of your front door

Along with a letter saying:

"Goodbye to midnight bliss!
Good morning to a kiss of gleaming space of wonder!"


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Stranger at Halloween

On this Halloween night
A stranger came to my home
My parents invited him in
From his cold nightly roam
 
I hear them talking
As he comes every year
My father distraught
My mother in tears
 
He stays for a while
As they chat away
Sometimes they laugh
But, mostly it's grey
 
Its hours later
As i hear the front door
This stranger has gone
Just like the years before
 
I'm older now
And as curious as can be
As i follow the stranger
Down a dark local alley
 
In the distance i see him
To the cemetery he heads
This night of all nights
To the place of the dead
 
Brave as i am
To follow him there
Its as far as i go
From a distance I'll stare
 
He disappears
Into the mist
As i head off home
My question is wished
 
Mum and dad
Who was that man
He comes every year
For a chat and a dram
 
Son, the man who left
Died so long ago
During World War II
At Scapa Flow
 
He can never rest
For his soul is forsaken
The loss of his colleagues
In the war were taken
 
On October 14
1939
The crew of his ship
In torpedo assign
 
A German U-Boat 
The U47
Delivered it's load
And sent them to heaven
 
He's a lost lonely soul
Who stayed in this house
For he always returns
To his loving young spouse
 
That's the story
On this Halloween eve
Of this tragic young man
And his roaming grieve




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-5.php


Details | Rhyme | |

She's a Runaway

While on patrol Down by the beach A shadow in the water Just out of my reach It's off a young girl About sixteen years old What would have troubled her For her life to fold We report it in And await the coroners van To unscramble this enigma As to why this all began Down at the morgue Through her belongings we look A bracelet we find And her diary book We check on the computer Under the missing persons file This girl so young Still a juvenile We sit and ponder At her watery stray This girl so young She's a runaway We head back to the patrol car For we have sad news to tell How do you tell her parents For inside me it dwells We knock on the door And her mother appears May we please come in As her smile disappears On the beach front tonight A young girl was found In the shallows by the pier I'm so very sorry, she drowned On the way back to the precinct I'm thinking of home Of my own young daughter Pray-fully, she'll never roam A week has passed Since they laid her to rest They said, look after your daughter I sure will mam, I'll do my best http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss-4.php


Details | I do not know? | |

No

Our middle of the night conversations
they get me through a day
and I can't let my heart break
unless yours is breaking too

I make tears that beg
I make a fool of myself

And in the middle of the night
You're warm and sensible
not allowing my heartbreak
But I need that around me

In the morning
it will be more ok

still

I can't help wondering
Can one be too sensible?
About our son?

You're just too damn right
And I am just too Momma
I'll think on this
then we'll fight....







Details | Elegy | |

Sea of Despair

I'm a ship lost at sea, I have no way to navigate,
no compass to give me direction,
a cloudy sky at night and no stars to guide me.

For I am in the doldrums of a relationship,
recirculated in endless circles never to find my way.

When will the sky clear?
When will the seas calm?
When will the stars shine?

For I'm at the mercy of the sea who is my wife,
and told by others are sea stories of peril and woe,
for who knows where the sea will send you when you think you have control.

Pushing on with my sails ripped,
rudder broken and current driven.

I am the captain on the ship of my life,
lost in the sea of despair and don't know where to go.


Details | I do not know? | |

Time

The cadence swells in the starlit sky
The light still dwells when night is nigh
That one last ray that lingers long
Fades with majesty; is gone.
One last kiss goodnight
One more dawn tonight
One more time

How can I resist my nature
How can I give in to sorrow
How can I rejoice
Be sure that all that I have felt
Will be beautiful tomorrow

In time, all fades to gray
In time, lost to the wave
In time, distilled and saved
Salved by the mists of time
Perfection comes to time
One moment, stretched into eternity
One moment, 'fore the day is gone
Will last, will linger on my tongue
As I see

That there is nothing left to say
That there is nothing left to do
But to observe
But to perceive
That ray, falling deep into the starlit few

Cast into the colors of the night
Falling on forever out of sight

How?

Do I dare to taint the moment?
With one thought, my heart is rent
Forever from the prism of my tears
The night reflects into the ancient years
By perfection sent
Into eternity
By a crystal cry
A moment
   meant
       in me

The thrill of beauty in the wave
The sea that swells, the sea that saves
The waves that lap against the shore
The waves that, depthless, are no more

The moon that rises casts a light
And in the water is a sight
A billion, billion nothings that appear to me the sky
A shadow of reality that would but be a lie

To see the points of light
My eyes rejoice the night
But in that shadow, in that plane
So phantomed once, I see again
And a moment now is shattered
Into a thousand fragments at my feet
As I see
   the end in it all

Ah, the night will be the night
And the sea will be the sea
Until the question bears
   and drowns in me


Details | Quatrain | |

THE DARK SEA KISSED BY THE RADIANT MOONBEAMS

It's awfully quite at the end of August, placid fireflies
come out before the appearance of stars;
how tender, how beautiful are the rolling waves
in the dark sea kissed by the radiant moonbeams!



Absorbed in deep thought, I welcome another evening of solitude
with a peace that is more perplexing and intriguing than silence;
calmness stupefies, even more than the serenity inside...
do I need friends, if I have the company of the entire universe? 



Crystalline, clear water splashing and bubbling,
reaching the spot where I am profoundly thinking, 
bringing a soothing feeling after a very hot afternoon...
hoping not to lose the brilliance of the dotted moon!



Tired mind, rest and refresh yourself at sunrise,
detach yourself from the constant habit of searching and creating;
release the worries and rest, let fantasy spice up your fabulous stories...
thoughts that lead to pen, to finally become liberating!



On the glistening rocks, owls hoot in hunger and start attacking their preys...
the defenseless oysters try to get back into the salty water and be safe in the seaweeds,
but  they are caught by their claws, and with no strength left and blood in their eyes...
they die and their carcasses will be ripped apart and consumed by the ravens!   



Stop! Enough of this ugly spectacle! Let me turn the eyes to something truly delightful;
see the dark sea kissed by the radiant moonbeams to make this August' night really indelible!
A ship, with its thousands lights reflecting in the steady flow of the waves, is approaching;
the lighthouse's guard announces its arrival...oh, this scene is so fascinating! 


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Light Poetry | |

QUICK TRIGGER NIGGER

there life in stain
so they complain
some or just plain
some or like drit
out to hurt
you too
they or gold digger
QUICK TRIGGER NIGGER


Details | Rhyme | |

Generations of Valor


          They stand together
          Soldiers young and old
          As we sit down beside them
          Their stories unfold

Tell me son
What happened to you
Please take your time
I wish to hear you through

    I was out on patrol
    Looking for improvised devices
    Their made of plastic now
    For modern sacrifices

    But this one was different
    It was set on remote
    Triggered at distance
    As the enemy gloat

    Catapulted, bleeding
    As i land on the sand
    My face lacerated
    As are my hands

    My left hand has gone
    As are my eyes
    My emotions are drained
    I can no longer cry

    I am flown home
    To Edwards Air Base
    Not the way i left
    A new tomorrow i face

My brave young son
I shall cry for you
Yes tomorrow is new
But we will see it through

    As he wipes his tears
    His son says to his father
    Tell me your story again
    So my thoughts again gather

Well it was so long ago
And although i am old
The horrors of wars
Should always be told

It was the 6th of June
1944
The day the war had turned
And what we fought for

I was one of thousands
As we hit the beaches
Under heavy fire
Bodies bleeding, bodies bleached

After being pinned down for hours
We finally made a breakthrough
Their lines broken
Our determination pursued

Our objective, Bayeux
To cut off the road to Caen
Re-assemble and group
As we mean to go on

We were on the outskirts
As a 109E attacked
My platoon was strafed
As its bullets impact

I was hit three times
In my legs and chest
Shipped back home
Asking why i was blessed

After the war
In the Army i stayed
As an injury councillor
For other wars have been played

          Father and son stood together
          Hugged for tomorrow
          Yes, there will be more wars
          And what they bring is sorrow




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-6.php


Details | Free verse | |

Silence

After millions of seconds,
every second seeming,
much longer than the other.
All we wanted was good news, 
all we wanted was you...

 A night with little excitement 
only listening to the music, 
and watching stars make lame jokes,
 my sister and I heard a ring,
only faint cause the phone was outside.

Praying that everything was all right
we only wanted you safe,
we hear a sob from my mom.
As the moment my life fell apart
the good news never came.
 
You ran,
you jumped,
you swam, 
you quit.
Why?
I don't understand.

We still haven't stopped asking questions,
Why you? Why us? Why then?
Those questions will never be answered.
It's been almost five years
Why?!

When you left you took a part of us with you,
My mom says hello, 
Can you say hello to Ashley for me? 
I hope you take her camping, and watch the stars at in the sky.
I hope everything's alright.

I know your dad came to join you,
Does it make you happy when people join you,
maybe that's what was going through my sisters mind,
maybe we all miss you more than you'd expect

Ever since you've been gone,
there has been a silence,
never questioned cause we don't want to face the truth
I wonder if you had more time if you wouldn't have done it,
do you regret it, or do you like the silence in the clouds.

We will never understand why you ran.
Life hasn't been the same since,
it's gone done hill from there,
you will always be in my thoughts.


Details | I do not know? | |

Echoes in the Mist

i follow forever along the forgotten shore 
searching for someone
 
that I once knew before
 
images of misty vivid blue
are only shadows 
of what once was me 
and what once was you
 
searching in sentimental sands
strolling along the sea-kissed beach
 
holding hands
that are now out of reach
 
images of cherry red
are now only love stories
playing over and over inside of my head
 
i chase seagulls into the breeze
i remember days like these
when you were here taking me to my sandy knees
and we were more
than salty shadows dancing to the music of the open seas
 
familiar footprints
follow echoes into the mist
longing for luscious lips
that I once kissed
 
waves crash and seagulls fly
footprints fade and run away
shadows splash as lovers wonder why
echoes in the mist are the only things here to stay


Details | Rhyme | |

When?

When shall we meet again
To share a stolen hour?
When shall we meet again 
In our own secret bower?
When shall we meet again
To shower kiss after kiss?
When shall we meet again
For our sweet moments of bliss?
When shall we meet again
To embrace with caress and sighs?
When shall we meet again
To claim love's richest prize?

The sea may stand in our way,
The sea may flow without end,
Time may be our enemy,
Time may be our friend.

Time and tide may keep us far apart,
But we both live on in the other's heart.


Details | I do not know? | |

Vessels

Though the crease begins to crumble
These old pages still run blue
Currents pulse beneath the surface
Pen-leaked ink that bled your truths
Pen-spun words that writhe like veins
Under skin and paper skies
Cold to touch, crept through your core
Settled clear in frozen eyes

So I’ll read you like a book
And I’ll write you pretty lies
Just to fill the empty space 
That’s revealed between the lines
Won’t you move a little closer?
Let it spill into your ear
The tide of breath that harboured
All the words you want to hear

Well I tried to kiss it better
Blood and bones to fuse the cleft
Bruised and broken, lips split open
From the effort, nothing’s left
So you say that I’m a sinner
Preach of hearts and ribs and fists
Well I may have made the plunge 
But you revelled in the twist

Now you’re tearing at your wounds
Sanctimonious with pain
Because it helps you ‘hear the music’
Yeah, it helps you play the game
If I pour a little salt
Will you smear it in your eyes?
Feel its grain twist round your lids
As you soliloquise

About the blame you tried to forge 
All the nights you wept and claimed
‘You can’t comprehend the world
Balanced firm between these blades’
No one told you it’s a lie 
And the story really goes
Constellations, superstitions
Are that Ancient’s only load

All the pretty rhymes and perfect crimes
You try to hide behind
Well they just serve to remind me
How you once spoke those old lines – 
‘Your tongue is as a rudder
Guiding vessels safe through storms
Moving mountains with inflections
Making ripples in reflections
Hollowed hull meets hallowed shores’


Details | Senryu | |

ship wrecked

  Waves break on your shore
tred the shells of shattered dreams
 dashed on shoals of grief


Details | I do not know? | |

Hate the Rain

I hate the rain, hate the rain
How it always rains on me
And when it's raining
I wish for sunny days
Drowning in puddles of forbidden dreams
Showers that drench my only means
To feel you once again

I hate the rain, hate the rain
How it never seems to quit
And when it's flooding
I wish my life to float away
Sinking to the bottom of an endless void
Ocean that crushes the only means
To reach you once again

When the ominous clouds won't blow away
And the only thing left is sunless shade 
The only thing left that still remains
Is the rain, rain that won't go away


Details | Lanterne | |

SIGNS OF FALL

Sky
too tense
and furtive;
a storm forming:
clouds...


Trees
stooping,
to reach grass;
loudly cracking:
trunks...


Sea
pounding 
the frail boats
that fight wild surfs:
waves...


Gulls
and geese 
flee from sky
to earth below:
wings...



Mind
distant
and pensive;
bored by notions:   
thougths...


Entered in Brian's Strand " Light My Fire"  lanterne contest

Copyright 2009 by Andrew crisci


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

No Bravery

Gone fishin' in a pool of bloody limbs,

With a skipping boat made of salmon's jello,

Unable to hold, I've been washed down a chute of ooze.

Springing into a mattress of milk-flavored syrup,

I like to imagine myself beveraged between fish as I ride the waves.

It seems the sea was whipped into foaming bubbles,

Like a firefighter's thick chemical shaving cream.

Above the tears, I've become so loud and so queery-eyed,

Scared of every bothersome creature beneath the Poseidon with a soft drink's 
lemony-sour taste,

Thinking to wash away the flavor before it becomes more of a peephole

And to see what to devour quickly in a race.


 

Hoping that the old curmudgeon's pet grass didn't sit out a dance,

So I'm able to cycle on land instead of a tidal wave of tears.

A fantasy with nice dreams mounded with earth piled around over a capital hill.

Sloping down a planet's telex,

Signaling for a tore-up sidewalk to add a drain to sink the ocean.

A bulletproof monk, I wish I was.

Emphasizing a solitary dinner with stab wounds that only get bigger,

The more lonely I become. 

Alone, wishing for loads of land,

Grieving tears for the zebra's dress to stop all the world.

Before fish get more advanced in chess,

I have faith that I will see.

They say that there is nothing to fear,

No dandruff like cocaine in the sea to inhale and tremor,

without a bite from the flesh.


Details | Narrative | |

RAIN FALLING IN OCTOBER

It's so mild in the quite suburbs
with rain falling in October,
and unable to sleep, I face 
insomnia for certain;
rain, keep on falling and let me hear
that steady, pelting sound on
the closed windows....a melody for
the saddest song should be written.


I must choose the right mood,
a minor scale to match this melancholy,
and a slow tempo growing into a crescendo,
and I could even throw in a scherzo;
and transport it with a C Major to smooth
some sadness out of the melody,
which tomorrow somebody
will hum, or whistle by learning the easy tune.


Hoping this song will be a hit,
thanks to the falling rain 
in October for the sudden inspiration...
when I couldn't think of anything else!
Wishing the rain would stop at six,
so I could see the rising sun across
the eastern sky and listen to the lark
that built his nest under my windowsill.


It's past sunrise, and the shimmering clouds hesitate to leave,
and with nothing to look forward to... I must believe
that the rain falling in October, 
can teach me the game of solitaire;
and pinned against my warm pillow,
I don't have anything to share but sorrow!
Flap your wide wings, friendly lark and repeat my song,
note by note; and without a lead sheet, I can't play it for very long...


Copyright by Andrew Crisci


Details | Free verse | |

To Sea

To Sea

I would like to think that
The big, white birds soaring
Over choppy waters
Or the way my camera captures
A straight, bold beam of light
Is a vision of sorts –
A gift from you,
To me.
This vision would say:
	“Hey!
		I’m still around,
Right here –
I linger where our bodies first touched on
Warm summer ground”
I would like to think that
You are watching us,
Now –
The strips of bark have become
Sea worthy vessels;
The children, captains of 
Sticks-and-Sand,
They run amok, marvelously
On this jutting peninsula
Just as, once, you and I.
I would like to think that
We haven’t lost touch –
Not really;
You are merely seeking solace in
Strong, biting winds as they
Blow by the dockside;
That you are merely warming
Wings yet too weak to
Fly.
I would like to believe that 
The caress of breath on my
Shoulder is you.
I turn.
You are gone.


Details | Sestina | |

MY NOSTALGIC MOOD

Abundant rains pelt
on the window's foggy glass
with a rhythm too sad;
mist, raindrops and dreariness
deepen my nostalgic mood:
when sunshine was felt at noon....


The orchard's petals 
adorn the small cupid's head
over the fountain:
an oasis for robins;
today, they don't warble,
but sip water from their well...
 

From this window-sill,
daisies, dangling from their vase,
struggle on their stems  
only to commiserate, 
with their sympathetic glance,  
my nostalgic mood of brighter days...


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Free verse | |

It's Magic!

It’s Magic!

FOR MY NEXT TRICK,
I’ll take away what is making
Everyone sick around here.

I’ve been hired by BP to
make the oil spill magically disappear.

Hocus pocus! Abracadabra!
Here take this pill,
wear this amulet spelling
ABRACADABRA to ward off this disease,
and put on these rose-colored glasses.

That black splat out
there is just whack!

According to BP,
It’s really just a
big blob of bird crap!


CATCH PHRASE POEM ENTRY


Details | Haiku | |

Clear And Present Danger

clear present danger
what is one to do but - then
to submerge great depths


Details | Rhyme | |

As i Sit Here on This Rock

My Dear,
 
As i sit here on this rock, and look out at the sea
These waters now grey and calm, that took you away from me
 
Another stormy night, down the Californian coast
Your ship lies torn and twisted, while the reaper quietly toasts
 
Tomorrow i will start, a new day in my life
For on this note i write, to have been proud to be your wife
 
My darling i give to you, this letter on the waves
While my words are flowing true, my heart for you still craves


My entry for Brian Strand's contest " My Dear "



http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/poetry-soup-2.php


Details | Free verse | |

God's Little Critters

vast wilderderness she lays her head 
moss strewn rock beds and nil vegetation 
in the distant the lone wolf begins to howl 
no sun to call her own   
just gotten entangled in a predators sneer 
shes begins gnawing frantically
blood soaked coating
and one less hoof to stand with
this tiny deer finally had gotten freed
just as I was picking up the phone to
call animal control to help out
one of God's own little critters  




Tribute To
God's Critters

Also Entry For
Laura Mckenzie's
Beyond Nightfall Contest


Details | Blank verse | |

welcome onboard

Welcome onboard
 
I don’t care to read of other people dreams it has nothing to do with 
me, so I will tell you a real story. The day after my anniversary I walked 
along the docks of Faro saw a sign, a cargo ship needed a chief steward. 
I walked up the gangway, spoke to the captain and got the job.  
 On deck when the provision arrived; I was in charge just like before.  
The captain came he looked baffled; according to my passport I was 73 
and far too old to join a ship. The master thanked me, getting victuals 
onboard signing for them and getting the  food stuff safely stored. 
The ship left without me but her captain saluted me, it was raining no 
one saw my tears. Whatever I do these days even driving a car there are 
people telling me I’m too old. Yet in Japan their oldest porno star, a man 
of 77 and still working, so why will they not let me go back to sea again? 


Details | Free verse | |

The Ocean.

A big black ocean 
Filled with sorrow, pain and thoughts of death 
Swallows me whole 
The waves smother me 
So i cant breath 
I try to swim to the top 
To breath 
To live 
To be me again 
But its to overwhelming 
To painful to care 
I want to stay at the bottom 
Of this hurtful ocean 
To be numb 
And not feel 
The hurt inside 
The pain I have 
The pain I have caused 
The pain Ill always carry with me 
Forever.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Gone with the wind

Gone with the wind..... When I walk along on the ocean shore my old memories swirling in my mind Recollect my days when I was with you We held our hands and walked together while your head rest on my shoulder While cool sea breeze touches on us While the splashing waves wash our feet While the rushing water roll over the rocks While the fishermen with sail boat fishing in the sea While the ships and trawlers sail in the deep sea While the sea gulls wheeled and shrieked in the sky While the hawks hover on the wind While the sun slowly disappear in the sky On those days everything made me beautiful because you were near to me But today I see everything remains same as it is except your love and soul that's gone with the wind. Your sudden death brought me shock and tears Today, you made me alone and I miss you so much Let me pray for your soul to rest in peace. Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka Copyright @ 2004 Ravi Sathasivam


Details | Elegy | |

A Dying Whisper

A ruddy tide strained
silting a dying whisper
salty knotted hair swirled
tainting the sweetness of november 

A dark elegy, a classic
of true love betrayed 
selfless love perpetrated
an agonizing malaise

Consumed by grief
lost to the lovemaking of june
ebullient eyes now stoic
fixed by the calling of the moon

Holy vows broken 
scattered upon the ebb and flow of the sea
whose lies silenced autumn's resurrection
the listless Lorelei 


Details | Free verse | |

Last sighting

Still searching we walk to edge of tide
To where waters tickle the toes 
At different edge each night
Here you were last seen
That dreadful night
Disappearing

Washed away with tidal sands and seas
Your mind tormented with unease
Released by natures blessing
As each wave comes over
Fleeting moments lost
As older things
remembered

Your footprints gone only whispers remain
Your life we shared and loved, we cared
Left to us are solemn memories
Of many days gone by
And still we try 
To find your
Lonely soul
Lost

And so the seaside weathers gently call
And seagulls cry around rocky shore
Last sighting of you was walking
In the sand one misty morning
And although not one print 
Was  left for us to find
There is some peace
From knowing that
You were smiling


Details | I do not know? | |

My lonely Call

My call 
My ravine call 
I noise it, but couldn't go pass me 
though the thief pass me by 
Carting away the whiteness of my eyes 
My view of pride 
I used to be, the cedar tree, 
cornea of the eyes, 
mellow in the cluster of fruit 
floating in the deep blue sea 
stem around me like a cluster of flower on a branch 
feeding mouth to mouth just like the caring bird to the nestling 
not until my hidden was uncovered 
cedar tree, not by my lips 
lost its chlorophyll 
the cornea the lachrymal-glands 
My fir, clover for the cattle 
sinking in the other side of the sea 
tongue-in tongue-out 
As if the weasel cares 
never cares 
the mimic of the tortoise pronounce its 
handful of destruction 
Hum! 
Judas of this world, web of evil tenacity
their beam is just like the morning star 
once the cloud open it goes 
subsiding for the next prey to devour


Details | Quatrain | |

A BON VIVANT LIFESTYLE

A bon vivant lyfestyle 
of the Bohemians de Paris,
has always saddened and deluded me...
by seeing it in someone's happy smile.


Mademoiselles and jeunne hommes, 
exchanging artistic and poetical ideas
at the Cafe' de Flore, or at the Les Deux Magots...
with coffee aroma on their breaths.


Living in legendary and vibrant Hollywood 
is an honor to be seen with the admired and respected wealthy;
and whoever struggles, can't keep up with any of them...
whose only desire is the glitter of money.   


And steadily dreaming of a bon vivant lifestyle with an aloft
imagination, I let this want often disrupt my peaceful sleep...
not being able to accumulate, quickly enough,
fortunes and stand on that pedestal of greed.


So snap out of fantasy and don't peruse into La Dolce Vita
of Hollywood! Stay away from those extravagant fashion shows!
And at the Cannes, Capri or Venice Film Festival, avoid contact with movie stars,
stare at them from far...they are as contagious as influenza.


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Couplet | |

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.


Details | Free verse | |

THE ENNUI OF THE LOST

Ennui conspires insipid moods
infringing human awareness,
ruled by a lunatic vision,
not controlled by insight and lucidity;
and a desire for a Dolce Vita
mollifies a false illusion
to appear on an intaglio, to gradually
become a shining insignia.


To steer a ship, takes effort and patience,
and if its course is guided by favorable winds,
all is well for the adventurous captain;
and should he lose focus, lured by lunacy and nihilism,
his enthusiasm wears off and failure sets in...
and his ship will lurch on unfriendly waves,
and his ennui deprives him of courage to deviate
from the safe route when nocturnal vision is lost indeed.


Ennui insinuates myopia,
muzzling the voice and halting 
the mind's performance,
thus forging the promise of utopia; 
and the hunch is to pursue intuition
whenever it may lead...being
the holster controlling the steed,
getting rid of the humdrum and huff,
humming and ignoring the hourglass,
which trickles the sand to infuse fear.
    


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Counting Down

5 - I try to rise above
4 - I think I see your love
3 - I feel it pull me down
2 - I lower my head and frown
1 - I don't want to drown


Details | Elegy | |

Ocean cries!

Oh wailing oceans on melancholy days 
Your wisps of salt that fill the air
 Above your clouds that set ablaze 
Of purple passion and looming haze
Where seagulls take flight on gallant 
breezes                                                                                  
How taunting memories tear lonely eyes 
Whose tide rhythms move with wonder
With heavy soles that grip from under
 Oh sadness sits with she, and blunder 
Should lifeless thoughts come to heart?  
When oceans calling for her to part 


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Discarded Love

amidst sandy shore
withered rose lays discarded
from the sea of love


Details | I do not know? | |

My Mercurial Soul

Silver washes through the sea
Veins trace life deep into me
White transpires, falling free
From this Tree of Mercury

Thus have I seen love's bright sheen
Shining forth the last sunbeams
One white light 'midst all the sea
This crying Tree of Mercury

Orbs of sunlight drip to dirt
Where veins of life spread through the earth
Searching, blindly, for the rain
That seeps up to drip down again

These silver veins stretch through the sea
In search of sunlight as it fades
And all across the crimson waves
Is falling rain, sorrow to sea
Tears of the Tree
Of Mercury

A sunset slips so slowly to
A garnet rain with silver strewn
These crimson tears of love for you
Fall as the sunset fades.
The moon
Now rises, shines so pale upon
A night that never will know dawn

So still, alone, I'll always be
This crying Tree of Mercury


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Breaking Waves

Softly listen to breaking waves
Crashing ceaselessly o'er your shore
Heaven's gate surrounded by ocean light
Childlike voices echoing in the wind

Life's pace slows quietly
Time begins as time ends without notice
Screaming gulls wheeling overhead
Reverberating our sorrow endlessly

Softly listen before time slips past
Whirling faster and ever faster still
Children become grown before tomorrow goes
Loving and creating children of their own

What once was yours shall be gone forever
Cherish the gifts that have been given you
Wrap your arms around your chosen fates
Follow the path that brings you joy

Softly listen to the soulless wind
Empty heartbeats echoing your own
Lonely flowers shall lie at your feet
Grown children turn and walk away



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To the Liquid Edge

She went into the dipping gold
rising the liquid dream
A medallion of innocent heritage
in the fluid of dusk, serene

I skimmed to the water's edge in haste
to capture this moment of peace
In a turmoil second this capsizing life
brought in bones of my loved one, 
and memories deceased.


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THE WORD NIGGER

 its uese all the time
it don't shine
its sad and its bad
to say   stop it today
its not right  its a theme
thats mean
stand foe low life
some it will nigger
THE WORD NIGGER


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REMEMBER US...WHEN YOU'LL GAZE AT THE SEA!

Love us as if we were there,unforgettable friend;
love us indefinitely: like a real mother would!
And we promise to keep your affection in amorous care,
because the same sea you look at and adore...
still separating us, is not different
from the one you are staring at!

Remember us...when you'll gaze at the sea;
those undying words and smiles are alive as much
as they were yesterday; and we will not forget!
No darkest sky,with sullen clouds,can ever match
the inner sadness that this sea brings upon us!
No bluest sky,with striking beauty,
can ever be as lovely as your thought;
when a good heart cries: it seek out sympathy!

Remember us...when you'll gaze at the sea;
your many embraces and your last kiss
did leave such an unbearable pain,not felt silently,
as our tearful faces leaned upon yours!
Remember us...when you'll gaze at the sea;
don't be grieved,or helpless:
unsepareble fried,love comforts even the lonely!


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Momenta

I.


Silver apple of the moon
Laying prostrate on the lake

Silver apple of the moon
Smooth, un-moved, unmarred by wake

Lean down, finger
The bright skin –
It peels. Linger,
A flicker of flocking moths congeals within.


II.


An old maternal willow
With rheumatic roots
Leans low

Over the water, tilts
Its fretting yellow
Mane, covers the deep 	& heart-shaped 	hollow

III


The ocean is dark
And settles like onyx iron

These are the hardest surfaces
In a ship’s journey:

A starless sky, an engine
	Sobbing in a distant room,
		Thoughts, objects without shape;

A nauseated heart leaning over
Memory’s rail


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Vision of the World

... I look but i can't see, what's this you see in me. It covers your face with joy when I
Look into your eyes my pure motives shown to you as if you could see right through me; I
understand now... you are as clear as me. But why is it I don't know how you feel, is it
something new something I have never known you to be...?
...something i can look forword to?
...just something you don't yet want to share with me...
None the less I don't need to know don't tell me yet. This is something to keep to 
Yourself until the time is right. If the tide rises because of the moon, then you would
have to be the moon for I am sure that I am the tide...
...Show me something better something I can keep to myself...
...I don't push you to know your limits for I do not yet know...
...tell me your limits, tell me your limits...
...For I stand in the darkness which makes me blind to anything but...
Something has changed in me forcing me to believe in the light forcing me to leave my
veil of darkness behind me. 
Yet the darkness is strong and overpowers many things and even
eventually it over powers the light.
But only durring the night for when morning comes the light will over power all darkness
as you have done to me so...
Shall we do for others...?
I give my heart to you do you return the gesture of my kindness with yours...?


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Without You

Memories of you grab my heart and tear me apart
I can't keep living in the sea of acid
It burns me from skin all the way to bone

I am good without you
I am living without you

But, years of our memories hunt me down and killing inside of me
I can't keep living in the sea of sorrow
It suffocate my heart and mind
Just cut out my heart  or kill me with pains

I am good without you
I am living without you

The game of life I must play


Details | Elegy | |

my love for him

I lay in his arms
sleep but aware of his presence
I dream of blue oceans
I dream of blue seas
each warm kiss I feel from him
the water becomes wetter in my dreams
I dream of  a shipwreck
we're deserted out at sea
so I sing of my love for him in the sweetest melody
and I sing of my love for him hoping he'll swim along
I sing of my love for him as he slowly becomes the sea
the love I sing for him carries on through decades eternally
now I sing to collect souls
I cursed the sea to stir the waters and wreck the sailors boats
I sing of my love for him in the sweetest melody
to lure in and claim the lives as sacrifices 
for my love I lost at sea


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APRIL DECORATES NATURE

April decorates Nature
with snowy festivity...
to resemble a season so wintry;
will the unwelcome snow head for the shore?

The very disappointed skies gleam unpleasantly,
and the saturated earth weeps in agony;
who commanded the wrath of the tempest...
when winter supposed to be laid to rest?

The snow's showers cover the budding hills
quicker than the gelid rain of winter;
far and away...hope is illusory and brief,
and the questioning mind deflects its early coming!
Does this season have a late beginning,
or is it caused by an unknown factor?

April has smothered winter and hasn't protected
the trees, flowers and plants from frost;
almost everything has perished in its ferocious course,
and the desperate farmer deplores an harvest so scarce!

Inside is so cozy and warm, the gusty wind
is heard through the fireplace that retains the heat
of the crackling logs underneath;
some folks cherish moments like these!

April decorates Nature
quite beautifully and impressively;
brutally or unfairly...
it becomes an inevitable rapture!


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Lost At Sea

I am drowning
I can’t breathe, I can’t see
The sea is swallowing me

I’m fighting,
Kicking and screaming,
Struggling to stay afloat

My limbs grow weary
My body wants to call it quits
My mind is not for it

Panic sets in cause land is not in sight
Nothing to hold on to
Just a sea of blue

Eyelids grow heavy
Breathing becomes ragged
I am tired

The waves wash away my tears
But the feelings are all still there
Is this it?

No boat in the distance
No raft to cling to
No driftwood at all

I begin to sink into the briny deep
The fish lay waiting
Eyes open

As are mine and I look back
Losing air as I hit the floor
I lay down

As I choke out the last breath
Two words in mind
Good night


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THE SEA, MY LOVE

I can still feel the sea and the first time my eyes met you,
And when they were first charmed and caressed by your loveliness.
It was when we were young and the sea enjoined us as two.
And all we ever had...were arms to hold and lips to kiss!

Then sometime later I captured you, and you became mine.
And your restless arms and sweet lips were all I ever knew!
And though darkness often came and the sun would seldom shine,
Even when the sea waned...I knew I would always love you.

For seldom did I tell you and few were the times you heard
All the meaning you gave my life--all the joy you still give!--
There, in your eyes, my love, and in every unspoken word,
Even when there were unkind words no lover should forgive!

Ah, that the sea created me for you, and you for me,
And enjoined a perfection no poet’s words ever said,
Proves I love you more than the passionate waves love the sea!
And always will, my love, though the sea has left you for dead.


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MESSAGE LOST

This internal conflict 
I cannot fight 
This is not black and white 
This unreasoned spite 

I cannot get through 
I have tried 
This message lost too, 
lost in the deep wide 

Two forces collide, 
the pieces scattered 
far and wide 
Years to track down what mattered 

This restless angry sea 
throws its might at me 
Waves of emotion 
Seething ocean 

What can I repair? 
This loss of tranquillity 
It is so unfair! 
Am I losing my sensibility? 

Is this damage done? 
Have I lost a son? 
Has the restless angry sea won? 

The lost message, 
floating on angry restless sea 
It must be me 
The things I might have done, 
to make me think 
Before I sink 
Before my son 

I cannot get through 
He wont let me too 
Rising sea, 
beating its waves on me 

This storm must stop 
I am ready to drop 
Seething sea, 
throwing its'self at me 
Waves of emotion 
Restless ocean 

This conflict, I cannot fight, 
peace is a right 
This restless angry sea, 
upon storm tossed message 
that is me 


Details | I do not know? | |

tsunami

AMONGST THE RIDING OF THE WINDS
AND METOPHORIC CLOUDS
NATURE'S OWN HAS BROUGHT TO HER
CALAMITY PROFOUND!
THIS DARK DESPAIR ON HUMAN RACE
FROM RAGING TIDAL WAVES
A MOURNING MOTHER'S HANDS THAT BEAR 
THE SADNESS OF HER FACE
tHE EARTH STANDS STILL FOR JUST A WHILE
THE BIRDS THEY TAKE TO FLIGHT
NO LONGER CAN THIS ISLAND SMILE
FOR THEM THERE IS NO LIGHT
OH! SOLITUDE HAS COME TO THEM
IN JUST ONE MOMENT FEAR!
WHO KNOWS THE FUTURE OF THEIR SOULS AMONGST A POOL OF TEARS.


Details | Ballad | |

MESSAGE LOST

This internal conflict 
I cannot fight 
This is not black and white 
This unreasoned spite 

I cannot get through 
I have tried 
This message lost too, 
lost in the deep wide 

Two forces collide, 
the pieces scattered 
far and wide 
Years to track down what mattered 

This restless angry sea 
throws its might at me 
Waves of emotion 
Seething ocean 

What can I repair? 
This loss of tranquillity 
It is so unfair! 
Am I losing my sensibility? 

Is this damage done? 
Have I lost a son? 
Has the restless angry sea won? 

The lost message, 
floating on angry restless sea 
It must be me 
The things I might have done, 
to make me think 
Before I sink 
Before my son 

I cannot get through 
He wont let me too 
Rising sea, 
beating its waves on me 

This storm must stop 
I am ready to drop 
Seething sea, 
throwing its'self at me 
Waves of emotion 
Restless ocean 

This conflict I cannot fight, 
peace is a right 
This restless angry sea, 
upon storm tossed message 
that is me 


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Red Tide

Fishes puffed and stiff
Seaweed froth as beds for them
Red tide dreams tonight...


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DRAWING vs. WRITING

Times impenetrability halts me choosing how to articulate
The outlook winter that blows though my dark hair
My art and writing won’t terminate their daily debate
For writting is drifting my mind so the crayon I must adhere

Art I stand under with writing, for crafts pushes me to its side
A green smog corrupts the minds forcing to cut the link
To add drawing to my expressions though I can’t abide
For I have no eyes of the mind to express it in sight than in ink


Details | Quatrain | |

AN ICE STORM

Winter is slamming my lovely town with an ice storm,
giving it a resemblance of an alpine village
not nestled in pines, but with bigtooth aspens so tall; 
I should be at work today, not wallowing in rage.


The backyard trees are weighed down 
by the icy snow, and they are about to break;
using caution is to avoid a death-trap...
even a red-breasted blackbird uses intuition.


Winter is slamming my lovely town with an ice storm;
it once was so sunny with kids ridings on rolling skates,
before this dreadful wheather stepped in to punish them all,
taking charge and bringing, with its wrath, drastic changes.


Plenty of snow to shovel, until late night with a will so reluctant; 
my head hurts and my nose runs and sneezing is frequent...
I have a cold, and the remedy is tea with lemon and honey,
do you have any suggestions how to end my misery?


Winter is slamming my lovely town with an ice storm, repulsing spring's advances,
and February is a reputed villain conspiring, not making concessions;
impassive and imposing on a love-sick's kindness, worsening his stress.... 
to deny him empathy, embattling itself and not restoring calmness.


Details | I do not know? | |

Nature's Fury

It hurls it's fury

With a force gale strong

It unleashes in volume

Destruction all along

It tempts all fate

Making no room for debate

Fury blew open hell's door

A pathway of debris

As far as the eye could see

You poured out miserable grief

To the unsuspected, 

You preyed on the weak

Volumes of water so high

Ravaging the land

No match was beast or man

Helpless to do anything they can.


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Mexican Waves

The waves crash and I feel lost
you might not see a connection
but somehow, there it is.
In a world so wide and full
I don’t imagine how I,
insignificant as I am,
matter all that much.
Though I may be
the center of my universe
as the ocean takes its
daily route from one shore
to the other,
I feel amazingly small
and lost in a world
that will keep on turning
no matter what I do
or how long I stay
and after I’m gone
lives will be affected
but nothing will change
for I am really of no consequence
to life.
I am alone.
Life is nothing but
a perpetual state of loneliness.
Even within
the circle of your arms
there are times
when I feel that signature chill
creep over me.
And even in this Mexican heat
I feel cold
utterly alone in the world
as everyone
always
truly
is.


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A SKY WITHOUT THE CONSTELLATIONS?

Who would stare at a sky
without the constellations?
Its immense void would only be
filled by the gruesome darkness;
and the obscured earth would have no luminous
moon to gaze upon those mountains and seas!


Times past I used to stare at my murkiness,
and found the coldest depth unlit by tenderness;
and there all feelings were non-existent...a quasi death!
I tried everything imaginable from idealism to mirth,     
to bring some genuine, genial contentment,
but they would not comply with my request!


Quiescent Universe, where have you sent your stars?
Obscurity prevails, all the owls, sparrow hawks and loons
tremble;  their quietude has been replaced by fear and droopiness! 
Even this poet can't possibly quench his ardent spirit and relentless ego...
by not finding that quintessence for another quid pro quo;
every thing seems hushed and conquered by gloom! 


Who would stare at a sky without the constellations,
to become voiceless and quaver?
Why did our Creator think of luminaries
as a source of light that wouldn't conceal  
the marvelous planets spinning together, 
with their perfect balance and sheen? 


An astray ship would lurch on a dark and perilous ocean,
and the assiduous captain would be completely afraid without
the astrological guidance;  and from any diverging direction,
an unexpected and invisible vessel could cause collision!
He must assume the attitude of confidence:  to steer it 
from an eventual disaster by invoking God again! 


Details | Haiku | |

Sated Salt

Salt are you worth it?
Salt of the earth are you then?
Salt old and seasoned


Details | Rhyme | |

The Child Within

I’m all grown up Daddy and all I can do is keep looking back.
I’ve traveled a long road just to be standing here dead on this track.
Many of my tears have been laid to rest and my smile I now seek.
Bruised and battered I cover the little girl that grows inside.
Yellow blankets and satin pink pillows to comfort her when she’s weak!
She seeks to hide.

I’m all grown up Mama and all I can do is keep looking ahead.
I’ve rode the Oceans waves just to be alive and not feel so dead.
Many of my laughs have been put to a test and my smile I have never found.
She’s lost, but sound.

The child within, they all attack.
The child within, they are all meek.
The child within, they all fed.
The child within, they are all bound.

In a world so far away,
Treasures and castles were her path.
It is where she always went to play.
Beautiful gardens and flowing rivers is where she took her very first bath.
Like watering a tree, that little girl just grew and grew and grew.
Finally, she broke free and was clear from every single one of you.

® Registered: Ann Rich   2007


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Honesty

Honestly when I speak do I sound just like an air head? 

Honestly when you see me do you look at me and think about how strange I look? 

Honestly when i'm not around do you say mean things about how I am?
 
Honestly when I smile do you feel completely grossed out? 

Honestly when I read on the train do you think geek or some pretty cute smart girl? 

Honeslty when I get a little tantrum do you feel like calling it quits, do you tell your 
friends when i'm not around?

 Honestly how honest are you? 

I'm a big girl I can take the truth don't hide it from me. 

If it's bad then I will cry but baby know that I am not weak I will learn from this and I 
will get stronger with every hit so please don't spare my feelings be honest when I ask 
you. 

Honesty when I look like a fool don't tell me that I look pretty just because I might get 
insecure. 

Honestly if you think I look fat tell me right now but that you can't take back because I 
will take it to heart and work out everyday in the gym just to look hot for you because 
you told me.

 Honestly if I dye my hair and the color glares in the sun and makes me look like a clown 
tell me to my face that I look a mess and I promise I won't get mad I will get happy. 

Honestly baby be honest with me our love will grow each day if you do and I will be as 
perfect as I can be and you will be happy with me as a whole.


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The Heavy Sea

The heavy sea trembles as

I stand with my back to the

Whistling cold wind

In the air spaces the smiles

That hide the pain..

From the sunset as it, glisten

Leaving a calmness over the

Open sea..

As the light fades…

I find myself comforted amid

The sea..

I bury my feet in the cool damp

Seashore…

As the cold wind whistles and

The sunset glistens.. 


Details | Light Poetry | |

BIG TOE

as i walk and talk
its on my feet
as i stroll the beat
began to feel weak
down be low
hurting is my
BIG TOE


Details | I do not know? | |

Ships at Sea

 Ships at sea the moonlight gray,
  As I ponder and I pray.
 Three lost souls forever gone,
  As I weap so very very long.
 Show my sorrow to the dead,
  As I join them in my head.
 Though the holy prey for me,
  As I cry and as I bleed.
 Ships at sea the moonlight gray,
  As I perch upon my grave.


Details | Free verse | |

Untitled #15 / Nowhere to go

Nowhere to go, nobody to sea
cut off your anchors, unfurl the sails
and drift.
Why fight fate?


Details | I do not know? | |

.. Ashes On The Tide

The rocks they receive you, contain you, believe you
The wind to surprise you that suffers and sighs you
It's easy for you to just crash on the shore
but what about me?  I can't swim anymore.
Shall I be the cliffs that applaud every wave?
The wind would be stronger and wilder and brave
We should have discussed it, made some kind of motion
before you became a big thing like the ocean
If you will be there through the day and the night
shall I be the sky or the sun shining bright?
The wind or the rocks or the shells on the shore?
The caverns below or the dark oceans' floor?
We always decided our future together
no matter the wind or the rain or the weather-
You shouldn't have chosen and left me to stand,
high and dry on a cliff - all alone on the land...


Details | Free verse | |

From Lonesome Shore

Enclosed within a shroud
of misery and hopes blown awry;
Silent and still I stand listening
to a selkies lonesome cry.

''While away your lifetime
wandering woebegone shores.
Midst the changing of the wind,
come to me, cling to me.
---Desert your vacant vessle of dreams fast vanishing.''

''Abandone life,
hear my song,
and join my dreary solitude.'' 


Details | Free verse | |

Flipflops in the Sand

Walk with me
don’t say a word
walk in these footprints
until you feel
my wobbly heartbeat

Flip flop tracks in the sand
I see yours ahead, nearly washed away
I am just a bit late

Hold my empty hand
these fingers that search for your face
in the mist of nightdreams

This fraying thread that joins
such a poignant catastrophe
glimmers and shivers
flickers and fades with anticipation
that possibly
someday may come

My needs are slight
your offerings less

Days become formless
nights without substance

. . . washing away.


Details | Ballad | |

CHARIOT OF FIRE

Timeless roar of sea.......... 
Races to run........... 
Running with the sun 
This could be me 

I hear my heart beating, 
loudly in my chest 
Smooth flow 
This running show 
No time for rest 

So many miles to run 
This race not yet won 
Not in reach........... 
The dying sun, 
on this lonely beach 

Breathe this sea, 
running free 
Lonely beach, 
the running me, 
not in reach 

Running sea, 
wind lull 
Flying gull 
finding me, 

Relentless roar of sea, 
running me 
Hearts desire 
Chariot of fire 
Running sea 

The heart inside, 
the chariot of fire 
Running far and wide, 
lifts me higher 

Rhythmic roaring, 
gulls soaring, 
flying higher, 
chariots of fire 

My chariot of fire, 
sound of the sea 
Paternal flier 
The gentle me 

The running heart 
The running sea 
Takes part............... 
part of me............ 


Details | I do not know? | |

A Dream

Some day I hope to fly away to some distant land
all covered in water and sand

I would love to wake up to nature's beauty
whether its the birds in the tree 
or the fish in the sea

It doesn't matter what I do or say
this dream will never come some day

Every night I pray that I am wrong 
for some day I hope to hear nature's song


Details | I do not know? | |

NEW AGE

All that is living,
What once was strong
Has now all faded
Their days come and gone
The trees that once stood proud
Now appear so weak
The crystal clear waters,
Now so dingy and meek
An eagle soars by
Through the icy wind
Letting out a mighty cry
As if time has passed again
The sound gives to some
Hope and purpose
For the dawn of a new age
Has now begun


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Seashore Thoughts

She walks along the shoreline at dusk
Alone, save for the sea and the seagulls
Wrapped in thought, serious thought
How could things have gone so wrong,
So quickly?

Where's the man of her dreams,?
He should be walking next to her,
Holding hands....
Silent communications of Love

It appears the mighty ocean
Swallows the blazing reddish sun
Giving way to the hordes of stars
And the mystical moon

They had vacationed here before
Their favorite spot
Those golden days
Weighing heavy on her heart

Oh, to just have an hour with him
She needs him to comfort her
Fear replaced security when he left
Alone after all those years
Oh my God, how many tears?
Unsure of each step
Only sure of her fears

Wide ocean, deep, mighty
Even that will someday succumb
To evaporation...

God's ways unfathomable
She takes another step
Leaving a footprint
Pointing at her unknown future.


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The Night's Reflection

                                                The night has come,
                                                 And the land is dark
                                       The sea reflects the moonlight,
                                                  As the darkness
                                                  Reflects my heart...
 


Details | I do not know? | |

The Sea

If the sea could hear
What would it hear
Would it hear young children crying in fear
Or would it hear the songs
Of migrating whales year after year
What would the sea hear

If the sea could smell 
What would it smell
Would it smell oil not cleaned up well
Or would it smell the faint scent 
Of a sea slug's jell
What would the sea smell

If the sea could see 
What would it see
Would it see trapped sea turtles calling "help me"
Or would it see dolphins
Swimming wild and free
What would the sea see

If the sea could speak
What would it say 
Would it say please don't treat me that way
Or would it say
Look at the seals as they swim and they play
We all know what the sea would say


Details | Ballad | |

The Sea

The calming of the sea
The very palms
In which 
every man wishes to be
No boundaries, free
Where men fought for hollow trees
With branches, limbs
Bare arms, no sleeves 
Buried 
With the fragrance of fallen leaves
Upon these times we wish
We dream of molecules
Endless mercury to kiss 
Lain for now and tomorrow
My life, 
The melody,
You have all come to miss
Welcome to the calming of the sea
The very palms 
Inwhich every man wishes to be


Details | Quatrain | |

Atmospheric Disturbance

The world is at stake on a whim and a break
of the bow that supports all the stars
A crack of the joints right at gravity's points
and we slip like mere dust straight to Mars
A taste of the red just goes straight to our heads
now as dry as the parched sun at noon
Spinning blue orbit - take a moment, absorb it
for delirium will set in quite soon
The lunar light glow that we all love and know
is now but a glint off the sea
Echo explosion, a torrential implosion
of the atmosphere where we used to be...


Details | Couplet | |

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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Drowning

I know that it’s good
Most of the time
My heads above water
Most of the time
But sometimes I go under
And I’m really not fine
I’m gasping for breath
It’s a really thin line
I’m trying so hard to swim
But sometimes I sink
I’m trying hard not to hurt
But sometimes I think
I remember painful things
A wave crashing over me
The more that I remember
I’m getting drown at sea


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Ocean's Incursions

Stinging breadth of vast expanse
with the haze on the water heavy and dense
Blue birds litter the ocean ways
with tail feathers no longer needed
Barges float a weightless wonder
under the breath of the rolling thunder
Grey steel bolts with rusted tears
staining the hull with visions
Flags rising out to declare bright hope
as the cold graves settle on a final note
The pride of the crew still mystifies monsters
which hum under depths with their vibrating sonar 
allowing the shadows to block out their sunlight
and bleed oil blood crack of doom
Shoulders of mankind heavy with guilt
settled in ocean's souring silt
Egos will break into egg shells and boil
as the depths vomit out all the ocean's incursions.
                                                                                         
                                                                                         
                                                       


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BUFFER

BUFFER
All of us have feelings all of us have love but all of us build a buffer in-between 
the real world and the occurrences’ the bad news and the disturbances and the 
wars. It is not the ostrich neck bowed down with the head inside the egg hole it is 
not the hair the dog tosses up on back of all the issues. It could be the reason 
we can live when it seems all hope is lost it is the reason a man keeps hoping 
that his lost love will come home.
We simply make a buffer a buffer zone if you will of many different feelings and 
many different ills. The news is very bad today but supper was so nice the 
cheese and bagels and the onions made me feel like eye ate twice but several 
people died in ASIA and there eye have some friends and when eye read it eye 
let it hit my buffer so eye can live. When the story becomes the MONOLITH of 
headlines and even videos then the BUFFER will absorb the thing and keep me 
from the suffer of a world in turmoil and my supper sets inside my stomach 
becoming something else a different form of matter to be discarded and avoided 
by the others of my kind. The buffer is my ZONE the buffer helps me on the long 
walk home it does not meant that eye do not care or even love it is just the 
BUFFER sets in place to keep mye heart.
The prayers and tears pass through the buffer zone and yet eye rise for one more 
day a little jaded a little green around my eyes and search for one more answer 
at life in the buffer zone.


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Riding The Eye

Never felt such trepidation
Lost in black mountains
Crashing over the port house
Suddenly underneath
Blasting through the surface
Into the maelstroms wrath
In power tossing the little craft
Of sticks and tack and glue
Coming apart the brine leaking
Away the hope of six men
Fighting the seas head on 
Ranges of breakers smashing
Glass giving way to the Atlantic
Oceans of souls lost within
A watery grave beckoning
Softly fighting for breath 
Heaving for a chest full
Of wind with rain rolling
Over the trawler on her side
Racked and stressed moaning
In terror begging to any god
Forgive the ignorance made
Calculating the way home
Where she is standing on the point
Of desperation looking beyond
The edge boiling over 
Capsized and taking on water
Filling each compartment
Where I lock my wishes away
From the coast of the Cape
Covering me as a death shroud
Over the eyes of the onlookers
Of the mast lights 
Going out the in the final trip
To the bottom descending
From heaven...
I shall protect you


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Sea me

Every day, after everything's done I come home…
To a room where the walls hear me cry alone…
They breathe with me; they hear my pain…
They shelter me, and keep out the rain…
But outside my room, it’s so ugly and bleak…
Outside I try to be strong, but inside I’m so weak…
The rules of love have beaten my heart senseless…
Nothing is clear anymore; my soul is so restless…
I'm hollow in a sea of hurt; it feels me up…
A sea full of people down on their luck…
My arms are tied above my head, my feet tied below…
And on I sink into a sea with waters of sorrow…
If things are so clear, why can't I see?
If things are so simple, how are they supposed be?
People are so petty, with their mindless games…
People who lie, kill, hurt all with no shame…
What do I look upon to ease the sting?
How do I know what my life will bring?
Why couldn't that same sea that is so miserably deep…
Tell me where to find some happiness or some peace…
For once I would like to know who holds my fate…
For once I would like to not know love, not know hate…
Ignorance would be my ultimate bliss…
If there's no feelings, there is nothing to miss…


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Your Other Side

Too much fire, with the lies and your pain
Could bring death, life will slowly wane

Could the truth really quench the flame
Not quite saving your soul from blame

Not even crying could carry you 
Whatever you say, whatever you do 

Whatever love brings, life, your past
Innocence never quite did last

Innocence wading your guilt, the sea
But darkness exists, light is never free



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Unwelcomed Beauty

She moves northward steady and strong.
Her winds increase with each passing second.
Her devastation amasses above the currents.
Yet, she has a name of beauty, Katrina.

Her body, though powerful, moves slowly,
while her outward punches move increasingly faster.
Her arrival is not one that the recipients welcome
as they drive off in haste for their escape and safety.

But, with sadness, I say that others do remain
ready to fight or they have nowhere else to go.
It is for them I pray on this day, to the Lord
to grant them safe harbor and shelter from the storm.


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Eerie Waves

You seem ill at spirit
Yes I can feel it.


Thorn apart by grieve
Trapped in your own coral reeve.


A mermaid which has lost her way.
Whispers words of worship.
I heard her pray.
In the depth of my soul
In which she lay.


Melancholy tears swept by the merciless tide,
the sadness making all the creatures of the depth hide.


I sung her a lullaby which told her to no longer cry.


I told her weep no more sweet maiden,
You'll be safe in this heaven.
No longer shall your cheeks be stained with tears,
As i will silence and fight your fears.
Swap your disturbing dreams with chains of pearls.
So that your head is no linger in a whirl.


I'll buy you a smile,
I know it will take while,
There is no sense in denial.


She looked up at me
making me see
Two dark pools of eyes which seemed so wise.


Look at my heart which has been thorn Apart,
With promises made from the heart.
My spirit sings no more.
Cast away dying on a darkened shore
Forever banished in old folklore,
My very essence no more.


A piece of drift wood cast away
burned at the stake
Never again to see the light of day.


Just give me one reason,
Before I weaken,
And my hearts stops beating.
Of way i should stop from leaving.


You still have your soul as bright as day
Willing to carry you the way.


Memories long gone rotten.
Ancient knowledge long forgotten.


On this day and in this hour
An end to stories long gone sour.


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Lost In Your Landslide

Lost in your landslide
Unable to control
What comes next
Or what has passed
I gave in
As the water trickled
Calling for more loss
Of balance
Of knowledge
Of life


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Yesterday

I remember the days of youth. Sitting on the golden sand watching the waves come and go 
as they please. Feeling the ocean breeze wash over my skin.
I remember the days when we were so carefree. Building sandcastles with motes flowing 
around the mounds of sand. Listening to the seagulls fly overhead.
I remember the nights when i would lay next to you and we would count the stars in the 
lightly lit sky. Smelling that saltly ocean scent in the air.
I remember the late hours we spent just paddling our feet in the chilled water. Watching 
the sun slowly fade below the horizon. 
I remember all those moments we use to share there on that beach. Feeling as if time was 
all that we had.
I remember now what i remembered then as if it were only yesterday again.


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I'll Just Dangle In The Distance

I’ll just dangle in the distance
And melt into
My ocean of salty tears
As you swim out to sea
To rescue me from
My momentary demise


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The Storm

It comes without warning
Like a fierce tidal wave
Rushing to swallow me up
And send me to my grave.

The anquish, the despair
Flood into my mind
I never see them coming
And no help can I find.

There is no safety net
Life jacket, or raft
To keep me from drowning
In it's destructive path.

There's a fight on inside
A battle I'll try to win
God, make my strength last
To fight the demons within.

For now it is dark
I'm all alone out here
Can't see what's coming
I'm blinded by my tears.

I'm treading water though
No drowning tonight
I'm exhausted from battle
But for now I've won the fight.

No one is ever aware
Of the huge, ugly storm
 I set sail thru so often
Always in perfect form.

I wish I could tell all 
The stories of my seas
But to speak them aloud
Would bring me to my knees.

The haunting memories
Always sailing so near
Come crash into me hard
Leaving me broken from fear.

But I do weather the storm
For a day, a week, or more
I may be weak and weary
But I've made it to shore.

My reprieve is temporary
I must repair the damage
For I fear another may come
Just as brutal and as savage.

Until then I'll fill each moment
Sharing all the love within me
For one day comes a shipwreck
That will vanish me in the sea.

~ passionpoet4u


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Her Love is Strong

Upon the eerie shores of night
As waves come crashing on the sand
She stands there waiting, hoping, strong
For her one true love, her seafaring man

With shawl there wrapped around her tight
With eyes so staring, wandering the sea
She prays he return to her and her heart
For his was love, so meant to be

She’ll wait there for an eternity
For an eternity

As breaths so time her nightly wait
She whispers softly on the breeze
With hopes he’ll come, with open arms
When he hears her voice on the sea

Alas, she waits, her love is strong
For him, whose mistress is the sea
She’ll stand to greet him upon return
Upon the shore is where she’ll be

She’ll wait there for an eternity
For an eternity


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Beach Notes

Sand erodes beneath my feet
as the waves again retreat
seaweed and dead jellyfish
are left upon the beach

I think of you this moment
the memory stings and bites
didn’t mean to hurt you
forgive me
I would try to make it right

I heard you in my head
when you did not say goodbye
all those hurtful words
I heard in no reply

The endless ocean rolls and breaks
upon this empty stretch of sand
As I turn to leave, I didn’t hear you say
come here and take my hand 



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Fishes in the Sea

Into my hands she commended her heart;
The altar raised on sandy shores with promise
Cradled her tender flesh warmed by her spirit.
So priceless and fragile, I handled it with care
To preserve and protect it from falling and breaking;
Yet, that precious heart would not beat for me,
And the life closed within it only gave me unsure reservations
Through time and chance and much circumstance-
It became callous and cold by that same spirit,
So worthles.  So hard!  So...!  Gripped in my hand!
The altar raised on sandy shores with deferment
Handled the uncertain object jealously!  Carelessly!
To release and forget the heartache and disappointment,
As the stone I cast upon the still, enchanted sea
With resentment and much regret skipped... skipped... skipped...
Along the surface of the tide until it finally submerged.
And there, awhile, grievously, I watched where it sank
And began to reminisce of surging billows and crashing waves,
Found to be mine alone, until a hand rested upon my shoulder
And a voice like many waters told me not too worry because
"There are still plenty more fishes in the seas;"
Yet, as I cast out my line with calloused palms,
I can't help but to wander if the catch on my string
Are only stones ready to be thrown in again.


Reflections in 1994 after a major breakup