I'm face down in the river
And drowning from my old sins
I've shaken my last shiver
As the silent night begins
Chorus:
I'll sing my sea song
Pounded by the weather
Heading into nether
Come along
I'll sing my sea song
Angels in the heather
Frightened by the weather
Bang a gong
I'm drifting in the river
That washes me out to sea
I'm tug boat delivered
To the only place I should be
Chorus:
I'll sing my sea song
I couldn't catch the weather
I'm drowning in the nether
Broke the gong
I'll sing my sea song
I'm never saying never
I'm living here forever
Right or wrong
Out of the murky mist
Amidst the mistral winds
The tempest tips the mast
A crippled ship descends
Pain-fated Captain's crew
Rain ravaged by degrees
The cox would steer the crow
Below the savage seas
To dare the darkened depth
Untethered fathoms feared
As harkened angels wept
A weathered wraith appeared
To cast the mastless craft
Amidst the rocky realm
The staff, now pointed aft
While the cox, held the helm
New Captain's crew was calmed
By current, ruby red
A salty sea embalmed
The sunken, drunken, dead
An albatross had mourned
Poseidon's wounded pride
Thrust-trusted trident scorned
Calypso raised the tide
Welcome Aboard
America’s Vintage
Bus of all times in years
Through winding bends and open roads
Endless miles
Distance through the horizon
Rest Stops along the way
Journey a getaway
Acquaintance with America’s People
Friendly open hands at the door
Hound bus wheels accelerate
Cities after Cities
Towns after Towns
Boarding and Departing
Daylight skies
Nighttime sleep
A Hound Dog always knows the way
One Step Ahead
Recline and relax
Unleashed feel from perplexed
Greyhoundder
Through time and back
On Schedule at that
America’s wonder and wise
Greyhoundder front and Center being no surprise.
Grey-green waves are crashing;
Cold south winds whip through the twisted coastal tea-trees—
foam lashing.
Dune grasses sigh;
bare beaches cool under grey skies,
sea high.
Kelp drifts;
tide pulling free—
still.
Grey-green waves are crashing;
bare beaches cool under grey skies,
still.
Where South China waters churn heavy and wide,
A widow rose up with the ocean's own tide.
No emperor’s decree could govern her hand,
She ruled forty thousand across sea and land.
Her laws were of iron, her word absolute—
No plunder unshared, and no thief with his loot.
With hundreds of junks bearing canvas of red,
The empires of Europe beheld her with dread.
The Qing and the Portuguese launched their attack,
Yet her fleet in the bay drove the battle-line back.
She outfought the crown and she outmaneuvered the state,
Till they offered her peace at the emperor's gate.
She surrendered her sails, but retained all her gold,
A pirate supreme who grew peaceful and old.
Though dynasties crumbled and admirals fell,
The terror of Canton lives on in the swell.
Her three tall masts pierce through the gray,
Where swells of sapphire rise and fall;
She rides the deep in grand display,
Answering the high sea's wild, cold call.
Her canvas full, each sail blown tight,
Stretched firm beneath a heavy breeze,
She carves her way with graceful might,
Across the rolling, restless seas.
With rhythmic ease, the waters swell,
And lift her dark frame toward the sky,
While white-capped crests surrounding tell
Of rolling deeps as she glides by.
From high atop the crow’s nest railing,
A lookout spots gray shadows near—
A pod of whales, majestic, sailing
Beside the hull without a fear.
At helm stands Captain Jack, steadfast,
His weathered hand upon the wheel,
Reflecting on her storied past
And every seam of iron and steel.
Born in the fires of sea-bound lore,
Rebuilt from ash, reclaimed from fate,
The Black Pearl haunts the coast once more,
A ghost of legend, proud and great.
The Journey
Exploring thy purpose
Understanding testimony
Miracle encountered
Assurance in believe
Heaven’s Vibe
Analyzing capability
Having no Doubt
The world wouldn’t understand
Beyond the world’s conscious
Created through excellence
Faith within
Seas pure and true
Walking in pursue
Distance seen
Miles to gain
Preparation derived
Waters reflect
Destiny a waits
Spoken Voice
Heaven’s words.
In the shadow of the colossal sphere, where ancient echoes sleep,
Vaeloria fades into the dark, a secret it must keep.
The watchers put their scopes away, the screens fade out to grey,
As morning calls the busy streets to meet another day.
No scholar marks the turning tide, no profit in the view,
For men forget the distant stars to chase what is brand new.
They walk through cities built of glass, untroubled, blind, and proud,
Unknowing that the selfsame veil is gathering like a cloud.
The rot that choked the Aethel Sea now crawls along their strand,
An unremembered resonance that slips across the land.
As silent as the giant orb that hid the world before,
The shadow comes to take their home, and lock them in its lore.
In its special serpentine style too deep to fathom
while submersed beneath I was surprised to see
the world's second most venomous reptile
a striped Dubois' sea snake swim by me
when forewarned of dangers quirky lurking in the deep
altho' arriving suitably attired with fins mask and snorkel
it was sufficient to almost scare me out of my diving skin
so severe as to make my heart skip flip or turn turtle
but being bold brave of heart and fleet of flippered-foot
swiftly did I surely doggy-paddle safely away
tho' no harm was done to me a close call or so it seemed to be
which I survived to recount alive here on this another day
Sail away with me, my darling, to distant lands
leave the past behind us while we still can
Dare it to catch us, ever onward sail
this small vessel ~ our everlasting jail
I journey through love
on the most beautiful voyage—
into the boundless blue,
into the wildest wave,
into the whitest foam.
My body, the sturdiest hull;
my soul, the tallest mast;
my thought—this
most beautiful voyage—
a wave to batter the hull,
and as a reward,
the mast touching the sky.
I was out at sea in a fishing boat,
fishing in calm waters;
standing, I held a rod,
longing for the tug on the line
at the baited hook.
And as I stood there,
I saw everything around me suspended
like an image within a frame;
the white flight of a gull in the air,
the sun’s bright reflection on the water,
the boat’s intoxicating sway upon the foam—
all within the same frame.
At one point, the line was pulled taut,
and the world changed in an instant:
the seagull vanished into the northerly wind,
the sun hid behind the clouds,
the sea turned turbulent,
the fishing boat tossed like a walnut shell on the waves,
and—with such stubbornness—
I struggled to stay upright, clutching my rod.
And as I battled the wild waves,
holding the rod with all my might
against the pull of the line,
suddenly the boat soared like a seagull—
a white sail fluttering where wings should be—
yet, with such stubbornness,
I still held fast to the rod,
fishing for dreams
in the open sea of the frame.
Sailing home to England
o'er the bounding main
oh to see those white cliffs
fields of green and feel the rain again
sailed away for a year and a day
an albatross following t'was a good sign
with wings wide-spread overhead
'tween tropics weather was fair all was fine
sailors know where the trade winds blow
and trust their compass true
but my days a'roving the briny deep are now done
I'm rolling down a rhumb line arc to you
I was incased
in an igneous abode
you could not discern
my watermint sense
but catadromous
unwind
their pantograph
linearize
crookedly bladed link
rosinweed and spoonflower
outgrow technobabble
stratification
calcedony bicolor translucent
zymogen expectantly
diffract southwest
we were burdened
mammalian carrier
through telescope
transparency
never
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 31–September 6, 2026)
Sea Shell, Sea Shell,
Sing me a song, ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
A song of ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ tropical trees,
Of islands ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
Of fishes and corals ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
And seahorses ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
Sea Shell, Sea Shell,
Sing of the things you know so well.
(Blackout of Sea Shell by Amy Lowell)
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