Pacific beauty, garland of shimmering pastels
Textures and colors astound, deep in your ocean heart
Your court is larger than any kingdom on Earth
And hosts grand balls and parties,
Shimmering schools of fish dance in unison
Anemones gather by the thousands
Each more vibrant than the next
Grand plumes of algae sway like great banners
In the streets of your endless coral cities,
Lost happily in orange towers
All fathoms deep, cradled by warm currents
Erupting and tumbling and breathing,
The jealous coast watches, the winds bow down
Salt and scales glitter like stars in your sky
Oh magnificent belle of Queensland!
All Hail The Great Barrier Reef!
For PD's "7 wonders of the ancient or new world" contest
Copyright © Jeremy Martin | Year Posted 2013
Ode To A Wave
Traveling around the world
Pushed by tropical winds
You grow and fall
Only to grow ever stronger
Carrying ships and jetsam
Even moving lands before you
You are as destructive as you are beautiful
Yet, after your travels
At the end of your life
A child laughs and dances
As you tickle their feet as you roll across the sand
And then you are gone
Except in that child’s smile
Copyright © R. e. taylor | Year Posted 2016
My heart sleeps by the Ocean.. Give me beach therapy please..
When all this world's troubles come upon me.. just let me dip my feet in the sea..
I don't ask for much just a little sand between my toes
Enough to make this ole girl go ooohhh lala and away she goes..
When it's time for me to return back to reality..
I'll just stay here a little longer living in Peace you see..
Because the sand, the waves, the pure blue, green water is where I long to be..
Nothing can take place of living at the beach in splendid harmony..
Walking with Jesus is where I'll be living in serenity..
Talking to him about all the things I see..
Just pouring out my heart to him makes me feel free..
I want look back at all the things I left behind
because they want matter to me this time..
I'm on the beach you see where life is happy as can be..
Just to feel the wind upon my face as those waves come in it makes my heart race..
Ahh the feeling is so grand all the stress of life there's not a strand..
Ohh my see that beach over there that's it that's the place God gave to me,
My my look at it glow.. More beautiful than a diamond in a bridal show..
I found my home where I belong..
Now I can finally sing my greatest song..
Copyright © Rose Stephens | Year Posted 2015
Froth and foam, time and tide...
Ah, the motion of the ocean.
‘Tis the source of my heart's longing,
The place of my soul's belonging,
With it's push and pull...
Ebb and flow.
As time and space go rambling on...
At your shores, the same time and space
Your maker and mine exalted...
By your push and pull...
Ebb and flow.
At times I find myself longing,
To become one with you,
And your knowing of life's beginnings,
Both old and new...
And the days and years of all your learnings.
To find myself wrapped up,
In your fathomless embrace,
In all the ways you have kissed me,
With the currents of your passion…
Your endless days, the mystical fashion,
Of your push and pull...
Ebb and flow.
Yet how shall I fathom,
Your unending endlessness?
And how shall I counter,
Your impartial fury?
Most certain am I that it will bury,
All that is and leave no trace,
Of that which is and was to come.
For man who is blind, sees only your wealth,
And not wholly that,
But that which he deems
Till you, left naked and raped, rise...
To reprove us, to open our eyes.
Only then do we see,
T'was meant to be,
That you, and I and we,
Are made as one.
And as to you, unto us is done.
Thus to us is done for sure,
Till blindly stumbling we find this cure:
That those who shall possess you,
Shall do in setting you free.
And to them is your grace,
To them is your passion,
The depths of your soul and the endless fashion,
Of your timeless, enduring mystery.
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Copyright © Kenneth Kirkpatrick | Year Posted 2014
Under the depths below the deep
of this Atlantic Ocean
live the lobsters that crawl and creep
with an articulated motion.
They thrive on the ocean’s sea floor,
from the sloping shoreline
to beyond the Great Shelf and more
where the sea reeks of brine.
They live and hide in crevices
and burrows under rocks,
snug amidst the interstices,
safe like a shepherd’s flocks.
Their diet is omnivorous:
live prey such as fish, worms,
crustaceans, mollusks, and…us!
(Ughh!! that last one makes us squirm.)
Stories of their longevity
are passed on more often than not;
some live to be seventy
years old when finally caught.
Long-bodied, with muscular tails,
ten walking legs (three pairs
of which are claws), framed in hard shells,
they can look like bugbears
and weigh as much as forty pounds
or more! A lobster this huge
naturally dumbfounds and astounds
like some hoax or a subterfuge.
Believe it or not, back before
the mid-nineteenth century
lobster was a food for the poor--
a mark of want and penury.
Indeed, inmates disliked lobster
so much they ate it with distaste;
even a dignified mobster
could not eat it with a straight face!
It seems our ancestor’s distaste
for this invertebrate
was in error and was misplaced--
much to their discredit.
People today enjoy this beast
in several, delicious ways
alone or together in a feast
as part of festive holidays.
When boiled or steamed live, they change
color within minutes
of cooking from blue to deep-orange--
ah!...the meat’s now exquisite!!
Enjoy it as “Lobster Newberg,”
a seafood dish du jour
cooked up by Captain Ben Wenberg!
Or as “Lobster Thermidor,”
a French seafood dish of creamy
blend of cooked lobster meat,
egg yolks, (often) cognac, brandy,
and Gruyére—a culinary feat!
Then there’s lobster soup and rolls,
a thick cream soup of bisque,
or Capòn magro--salad bowls
for your gastric pleasure and risk!
Lobster du jour or lobster you want,
whatever your palate requires
any New England restaurant
can fulfill your dining desires!
Lobsters are indeed a great food;
we fish, sell, buy and eat to such
large amounts: but we’d be unshrewd
if we eat and fish them too much.
Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen | Year Posted 2015
To Home by the Sea
On a day where the blue sky is all I see above,
By the sea I stand on the waves boarded by the Horizon;
fish they burble and entice the waters and sandy shore.
Below the waters rippled surface be the bottom,
Lobsters pander on the mussels and naive crab.
Salt crystals bud and flourish as the harbor is shaken with boated
Buoys of red tails wobble and bob in the salty breeze. Fisherman
cast their nets out into the open ocean, hoping to make profit on
Poseidon's ancient sea creatures.
The men pull and heave on the rope's anchored at the bottom, caught in
blue lipped being that outstretched to the bay and harbor,
There the men part the bushels of sun scathed Jonas and Chesapeake crabs.
But along the docks by the Harbor a fisherman's gaze catches my eye..
His hazel green eyes mesmerize me,
He winks and the Ocean herself beams a glowing light,
to guide the ships and little rowboats home.
But me.. well all I can say is
You can never compare nor forget the Wink or the beam
of the Ocean.
Copyright © Madison Demetros | Year Posted 2016
Beautiful day, sun full beam upon
my face. A fresh brilliance as I Inhale,
this world is truly indescribable. I
certainly cannot comprehend the
depths of the deepest oceans to the
highest mountain peaks. I could ponder
till the grave the vastness of the landscapes,
every creature God has made. A world
teeming with life every corner far and wide.
I have let the barrier down. In this world
God's love is beyond our understanding. Its
unconditional and forever lasting
Copyright © Andy Craig | Year Posted 2013
How 'bout that recent zephyr?
Scouring her formidable claws
like a circular saw
That thirsty condor vampiric
for considerable moisture for sure
While with your gentle indulation
'twas riding your form in Pacific
cleansed warm n' terrific
You ladeled me like a lentil
made me feel one of your own
Oh what secrets lie 'neath your surface?
Delving into your murky depths
Landlubberers still so inept
with their mad science n'equipment
n' so many myths
Still only shake their heads n' confess.
10-17-2016 Duncan R.M.Ferguson
Copyright © Duncan R. M. Ferguson | Year Posted 2016
You are an enchanting cynosure
Beyond my naked eyes could see;
An unbounded briny exposure
Where tiny drops assemble sea;
Unpretentious blustery waves
Evolve from phenomenal ripples;
Flowing endless murmur cripples
Heart deep embedded peeves.
Tuneless prayers by lonely seamen
Resonate in salty humid air;
Buried history at fathom unknown
Sleeps among tussocks somewhere;
Wonder world beneath farthest reef
Inhibited clams and cockles;
Heedfully shape pure white pearls
For jewels to bride in brief.
Though you could not appease
Thirst of a weary sailor;
Every curious eye, you please
By your incessant glamour;
Don't mislead fishermen's sojourns
Bring them soon home safe back;
To vanquish massive ships on wreck
Don't turn gales to hurricanes.
You agitate poet's serene mind
With your uncanny beauty at sunset;
Heavy down pour along monsoon wind,
Roaring thunders echo from south west.
Furious currents push to ashore
Rolling upwelling rummages the floor
Provoking flash sends terrible blow
You,potent queen! Where is your glow?
Copyright © Swarnapali Liyanage | Year Posted 2011
Neverending majesty stretching to the ends of the Earth.
Waters surround lone bodies
No one is lonely at the sea
How can you be lonely at the end of the world, where the ground gives into the weight of the sky
Waves crashing at the shore create the steady heartbeat of the world
With your moods, the waves unrest
are the answer to your whim.
Beneath the foaming waters,
is a world as yet unknown,
holding trash and treasures,
the resting place of bones,
The map of stories of ages past
etched into sand
and carved with the storms hand
take me away.
Copyright © Zakia Elazami | Year Posted 2017
Here we are on a huge hunk of rock-
The most inorganic of matters
Yet somehow we've managed to matter enough
So here we live in the cracks and the valleys
Enveloped in our own velocity
We found our way out of the age of velociraptors
to this age where we have evidence
For our existence.
Our vitality must charm this rock;
The ocean will swallowed us up,
the sky will strike us senseless,
but we've managed to keep
Our heads out of the sand faced up
To the stars
Copyright © Val Selektor | Year Posted 2017