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The Narwhal Song

~The Narwhal Beckons Before Dawn~

   If I could sing a song,
   It wouldn't be just any song.
   I would sing a song about a fish
   A fish who is not a fish, but a whale
   Not just any whale, A Narwhal

This night I'll sing a short song of a whale
Dancing under the moonlight dusk
Swimming with ivory tusk, underwater musk
Rising to the morning glory in the sky
Communicating with the waves
Squealing around, 
Trilling and clicking supersonic sounds

   If I could tell you a tale
   It wouldn't be just any tale
   I would tell you a tale of a fish
   A fish who is not a fish, but a whale
   Not just any whale, A Narwhal

Grayish brown, 
White freckled belly crown
Elusive and mysterious
Without the Arctic water, I'll get delirious
A rare whale, with a tooth for a hoot
Enjoying shrimp, squid, and fish food
Taking care of the young, 
I swim in pods all day long
I' stay away from what consumes my cod
Polar bears, orca whales and native spear
My greatest fear and nightmares.

   If I could share some words
   It wouldn't be just any words.
   I would share some words about a fish
   A fish who is not a fish, but a whale
   Not just any whale, A Narwhal

Deep, down the ocean odyssey
My beliefs and skin peel easily 
With a tear, I drown
When called "The Underwater Unicorn"
My words are naught more than a sad song I sing
A tale of a whale not just any whale, A Narwhal
The next time you go out to sea
Looking for blubber and ivory
Please don't look at me!
For I am just a Narwhal 
And, I belong to the sea

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Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2015

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Pass the Light House


Odyssey of the open ocean 
Eclipsing the performance of Heaven's delight 
A beautiful name whispered along the night 
Calypso enhanced with enchanted lullabies 
Sweet silver streams, dreamy epic diamond dreams
Serendipity falls in like mist, under the majestic marble moonlight
Calypso, you belong to--
--Sunsets of the secret sea. 
Mysterious-- many precious places to go, 
Calypso --free flowing, floating legend! 
Ride the beastliness breeze above the sea 
Whisper, Calypso come for me! 
Beautiful Comforting, Calypso Carry me! 

Reflections easily deliquesce into thin air
Sedating the open waters -Voyage- view 
Visionary Vessel above liquid level, 
as divine in spirits she sails. 
CA-LYP-SOO-- Nymph Nature Name 
Aquatic belief-----------------------
CALYPSO, the journey of all journey's 
For all eternity----------------------


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013

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WATER & GLASS Watermarks immersed in fluids weave a whirlpool stream of words washing and waning while wavy waterways weep wet with tears gurgles will gush Translucent crystal clear reflects geometric gems opaque flute glass glacial visible gloss glimmers glitter from guilt © Kim van Breda—September 2014

Copyright © Kim van Breda | Year Posted 2014

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At the fringe of low tide
the surf licks and laps
reshaping soft sand 
as ripples and ribs

on wet of the flat
it's clean and pristine
some spirals of mud
from lug-worms unseen

caught up in brine pools
and snagged on rough rock
are emerald remains
of ripped bladder-wrack

sea creatures marooned 
til return of the tide
and little lost crabs 
that know they must hide

in the still of each pond
are broken shells shards
and barnacled rocks
like welded steel studs

late on in the day
return of the sea
those imprisoned crabs
will now be set free.

Copyright © Tony Hargreaves | Year Posted 2015

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Wait a minute and testify to its extremity

Let our land be dry and take and extra ride

Wake in haste and see others’ taste

Walk at dawn and see extreme “runs”

What’s the cause?

The world is united, never divided

Our kids and “kids” are the same in this

Like it or not, no dignity but unity

“We” are made their kings,

But in “this” we are linked

It’s all a need, a need indeed!

…Hmn hmn(clears throat)….

…can I have a drink?!     

Copyright © Samuel Fatokun Ph | Year Posted 2011

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A Wizened Witch Of Wizardry

A wizened witch of wizardry,
With warts and wooden teeth,
And weird-like cries, like banshee ghosts,
Lived west of Warlock Heath. 

The Heath was wet, with winds so wild,
The witch had withered wings,
With waffled edges like a bat,
Which flapped like wilting things.

She tried to wrest the winds so wild,
Her withered wings to soar,
But neither which the witch would use,
Would waft the winds galore.

And so she wished a sheaf of wheat,
To whisk her to the sky,
By whether want or willing so,
It didn't make her fly.

Alas, we wondered what she'd do,
To waltz along the wind,
To work her wicked, worldly spells,
Instead on earth be pinned.

We watched the wench with withered wings,
We watched her wilt and fall,
We wondered if she'd ever win,
We watched her hit the wall.

The worried witch had had her fill,
She wouldn't have her way,
And so she wisely weighed the odds,
And on the ground would stay.

But wait, what's that? - Was that a stick,
With wheat wound at the end?
Would that propel the wizened witch,
Upon the winds to wend?

A wonderment, a winsome way,
The wizened witch has found,
To win the battle with the wind,
And lift up off the ground.

Whenever now we walk along,
And feel the winds of gloom,
If we would see that wizened witch,
She's riding on a broom.

Copyright © David Pekrul | Year Posted 2017