Best Diving Poems
where the heart leads
adventures follow
daring hearts
geared up to go
enthusiasm soaring
anticipating the challenge
forging ahead with confidence
thriving on the lust for conquest
lay groundwork for elation
swooping in wholeheartedly
eager to launch each escapade
lunge and pounce with conviction
high on the taste of freedom
riding the waves of time
deriving satisfaction
biting into life
measure man against himself
alone in the universe
master of his destiny
owning his achievements
implode with passion
Published in my 24-page photo book ~DIVING IN~ 2019
Read on air by invitation ~ August 25, 2020 'LATE NIGHT POETS'
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Breathe laden islands rise and fall beneath the lap
of crystalline water, a steam graced surface breached,
rosettes crest, their gently risings peaks to cap
mouthfuls of desire whose lower gate's lie unbreached.
Submerged beneath chest's hollow lies a navel fine
the round perfection of its form longs, for pointed tongue.
A sweeter base can't be found 'bove the water line
yet, men would gladly drown to go below hips clung.
Below, down deep, nectar bathes the pristine pearl,
and petals, rose-red gently part in delight.
The heat, the steam the bath, and the lovely girl
perhaps, perhaps, he thinks, we'll make of this a night.
Date: 3/6/13
Kingfishers So Deeply Water Diving
The moon filled nights are now waiting
In a sky filled to its fullest view
As life catches the fish we are baiting
Hope brings love forth once again anew!
Sweet trees are now ripe and bearing
Huge fruit destined to be our gift
Faith and love are both softly caring
For streams flowing with us so very swift!
Future days await our faithful arriving
Hours we spend storing our hopes in dreams
Like Kingfishers so deeply water diving
Sweetest loves flow in the brightest streams!
Forever our hopes hold us in this deep embrace
We that love God and accept his eternal grace!
Robert J. Lindley, 07-23-2015
Note- Forgive me for being on a sonnet blitz and writing so many as of late.
This was written tonight and posted on another forum where I moderate a Creative Writing sub-forum.
For a friend
I rise, on my strong wings
On breezes of summer night
Gales of early morning
Soft breathes of late afternoons
Gliding on this wide kite
Rustling of feathers
My eyes everywhere and nowhere
Seeing it all, observing complexity
Nothing, nothing can bring me down
Make me fall from heights
Highs, my Shangri-La
Euphoric in my invincibility
This cyclone hits startlingly hard
Reduces proud wings to fringes
But never, ever will bring me down
My heart beats its heart every time
***
January 24, 2017
“Pearl Diving” (Part 2)
Angel fish are pretty, but they’re boring that’s they’re lot
the Man O War is far too flashy, frivilous,
Octupi are too touchy feely always begging for the real thing way too early,
the Dolphins always laugh out loud, they’re overly boisterous show-offs
always trying to call the shots;
perhaps she’s best off lying in her Clamshell tight and small
for she is understanding now
the Clamshell has cast a spell o’er her
to stop all creatures in the deep from
hijacking her magic powers.
It’s comfortable and very warm, no need to leave her purse,
how could she leave what’s she’s only ever known behind;
better to sleep forever with the Clamshell as her nurse...
dream her dreams,
keep very still -
it couldn’t get much worse.
She’s shiny and she’s aged just right
the Clamshell protects her from the light,
she’s not a real jewel anymore
she’s a bottled up narcotic bright,
a little white pill zipped up in her hardened purse
to numb out all that sunken hurt.
He swims down to get a deeper look
the sunlight now dappling through the
hottest deepest lure of blue
thrashes his legs much harder now
to get the closest view.
He sees the sharks surrounding her
he checks his dorsal fin
he’s now become a predator
and she his treasure there within,
to somehow prize and shuck her
from her clammy milky mucous shell.
Such a beautiful sin he grinned and thought for a nano-second,
“Maybe I can win”.
Somewhere in the distance from the surface way up above,
he hears a mermaid call down to him, her silky voice enticing him,
her echolocation surrounding him,
through all those other fish making such a blasted bubbly din,
“It’s mine.” the voice whispers mysteriously in his ears, “ I’m playing this, it's mine, a life to win”.
(Lovejoy-Burton/ December 2017)
"Aqualung", Morcheeba
https://youtu.be/xxHL5szgThQ
"Pearl Diving" (Part 1)
He had wondered where to put his Quill
the ink pots were all dry
he lived in his little world
in the mountains somewhere up near the sky;
he was seeking a new story in the Winter of his life
he was done with making any woman
ever again his wife.
He was adamant now, that all must be “unconditional”,
he was weary,”I’m over it”, he thought with sleep,
“Why must Love always comes with a price?”.
So, he took to taking Chocolat and a book to bed, this was now his keep.
“Better this habit than be dead”, he mused,
underneath his burning sheets.
When a man whispers, “Diamonds”
all the honeybees draw near
but there are jewels far more precious
than what’s shipped in little sharp boxes clear;
he needs to go mining with his Deep Sea Diving gear
and dive into an ocean fathomless
dive deeper, drown all his Winter fears.
The Ocean was his first big love
and it was calling clear.
At the bottom of that ocean
under dark and heavy brine
there lies underneath all the sand somewhere
a clamshell lying tight, sublime;
It’s captured treasure lies in sleep
dreaming in her salty milky mucus purse
she wriggles around occasionally
when she is seeking dirt.
The clamshell spits dirt out when found
and lets the fishes flirt,
but it keeps it’s treasure tight within
safe from all that dirt.
This jewel it keeps, is shiny, luminescent still, is hard, no diamond crystal clear
she’s aging beautifully and keeping herself sub-octave in the blue
for a shark with virtue true.
This is what she misses when she dreams alone so pert -
Sharks if never, are mostly seldom, ever true
and what would they do with a Pearl?
They most probably, wouldn’t have a clue?
(Lovejoy-Burton/ December 2017)
"Au Dela", Morcheeba
https://youtu.be/Uw9sduiOn5I
LYRICS. Translation
https://lyricstranslate.com/en/au-del%C3%A0-beyond.html-0
Scuba Diving
Heavy SCUBA tanks
As if flying in water
Everywhere blue
Dry mouth icky salt
Regulator gets knocked out
Can't breathe in water
See a shark hiding
Marveling in its stealth
Hope it's not hungry
Running our of air
Better get to boat fast
Stupid lungs why why?
Brightly colored fish
And coral everywhere
I wish I could stay
Our trip is planned. There's no going back.
Plane has taken off to the destination.
We arrive. Palm tree, beautiful flowers and
amazing scenery. We drive to the reason we
came.
All suited up and ready. The magnificent
ocean just ahead. We arrive and dive in.
Beautiful colors surround us. Many different
fish all around, colors of blue, yellow, red and
so on. We see sharks and rays. Amazing reefs.
Such a sight.
Scuba diving. What an experience..
When I am looking at the end of the board, my world shrinks down to that one foot at the end of the board. My hands swing gently back and forth, and back again. My mind tries to focus letting all the noises from outside of it fade into the background. Because when is it truly ever quiet? The noise almost becomes something, calming, and normal, very reassuring.A song runs through my head keeping all the fragile bits of you together. Do the hurdle first. Is all I can think, do the hurdle then the dive. My arms swing forward once again, but this time you take my first step perfectly in time with the rhythm of my movement. I take a second step, covering ground, quickly, but not rushed. And then my third step, a powerful lunge that caries my other foot high as my arms rise to the celling I put all of my power into the final jump, landing squarely on the end of the board crouching down, letting my arms circle around, then reach towards the heights I wish to achieve and feeling the board spring me into the sky, where I hang suspended in time waiting the one precious second, letting myself reach my full height. Then I throw your arms down with the accumulated power and momentum that have been waiting for this very moment. I touch my toes as they touch the sky, the wind ruffles my already wet hair, and the feeling of flight has never been so close the world flashes past and I dimly realize that the celling has come around again, and it is time to extend. I am in full control as my body straightens and my toes point down to the water once again. This time though I am falling, not flying, yet it does not seem any worse. My arms stay close to my side and my body stays perfectly straight as my first toe touches the water, which then engulfs me. I sink slowly down staying straight, until my feet touch the bottom of the thirteen foot pool and I am once again pushing up towards the light. My head breaks the surface and it seems as if I catch up with time again. Somewhere an announcer is calling out the judges’ scores, but all I can notice in this bewildering moment is the smiles and congratulating high fives of the people I know the best, my team. I did it. I think, allowing a small moment of pride.I mingle and wait, counting the seconds, until I can fly again.
I made a big mistake when I decided to scuba dive.
I'm caught on some rocks and I may not survive.
It was very foolish of me to risk my neck.
I was looking for a treasure from a shipwreck.
This may be the end, I have very little air.
I'm too young to die, this isn't fair.
I can see my entire life flashing before my eyes.
How will my family cope with my horrible demise?
I only have about two minutes of air left.
I'm struggling as hard as I can to free myself.
I just freed myself and I'm heading for the surface.
I came pretty damn close to biting the dust.
Thank God that I was able to save my skin.
I swear that I'll never go scuba diving again.
(This is a fictional poem.)
Immerse in a deep blue sentimental waters
The fall has no hole, beginning or ending.
Losing all morning glows somewhere in time.
Flights over night, desires are the bird wings,
Made in dream of the night as a satin nest.
Fly over brightness circus, without fear to die.
Desert places painted by the white light in the sky.
Starry circus denuded in colors of the soul.
Illusion worlds reveal the secret of divine creation.
Lives under the roofs, seam the canvas to care us.
Night falls over an iceberg sailing without rote.
From the silent room, a sight takes away to the sea.
Look in a cold glass of window, nights seem eternal.
Distant worlds built by the water and glass slides,
Flow under galleries, lives of desire eager to reborn.
High above the parade ground
Our four groups of three
Lined up in a helicopter
Hovering over the trees
With parachutes heavy on our backs
The jump master checks for any slack
Chutes tightly packed, closed with twine
Fastened by cord to the static line
No one wants to be the first
Though we all willingly volunteered
After several hours of training
Our first time was finally here
Hooked into the floor
Inching closer to the open door
One by one... we jump
Our hearts in our throats... thump
Whoosh... we are floating
Slowly toward the ground
Open parachutes above us
Friends watching from the ground
In my day summer fun was crazy!
Malta comes to mind, vivid memories.
Playing water polo in the roughest sea!
Crazy!
Snorkelling on my own, two minutes down,
looking up, fifty foot, gagging!
Worth it, the wonders seen, amazing!
Crazy!
Three times rescued, suffering cramp,
swimming, the worse, with a friend,
we'd swam a bay one k., halfway back, it struck!
Crazy!
Diving off a thirty-foot cliff,
swimming up the cliffs water spout,
on rough days could be seen for miles!
Crazy!
Oh! I could do it all again, sadly now not even a maybe!
We, the wife and me, still enjoy the summer sun,
on our patio with family and friends, fun, but never
Crazy!
All true, the friends who saved my life, Alan Hobbs
Captain Ian Spence, then a bunch of mates,
who noticed I was being battered by the heavy seashore surf.
Crazy!
Summer Fun Poetry Contest - Sponsored by Nayda Ivette Negron
06/15/2018
Gathering odd bits and scattered pieces
I lay on silken sheets of pristine white,
a soft, lavender scent, aired, releases ...
daily sorrows and fears of painful night.
Rising on an astral cord, I hover
all smiling at my earthly nascent self,
wandering, wondering, fractals a glow
we light beings uncover
a unifying geometry ourselves.
Do come, come and join our playful tableau.
Dark interiors pale, as outside I rise
peeking but briefly within where I lay
and I nod to self, then up to the sky
with spirit animals along to play.
The wolves howl with joy, the owls soar high
we stitch herringbone patterns gray on blue
as we loft like birds above forest tall
giving bedside good byes.
High above the earth, we have quite a view
as with rainbows of lights we're enthralled.
From space earth's sphere seems an implausible dream
continents and oceans blue, brown and white
as refreshed we gleam, streaming home on beams
fired solar flares of brilliant delight.
Down, down, we go to just outside the pane
and giggling, I peek through the window shade
myself wound in, on umbilical thin,
whole without a complaint.
Four guardians, I hug and thank for their aide
and slip beneath the silk sheets, all tucked in.
Once the police began to ban
all social gatherings, we decided
to reignite the ritual of barbarism
crucial at the core of survival
without compassion or cause of
duty, simply to have something
destructive to do that didn't land
us behind the grid to be silenced.
Cruelty gets harnessed in fists
compressing the void like the
nothings we were always deemed
to be on our side of normalcy,
just parallel to every other street
named after a plague or society-
collapsing fire or market tumble,
running ramshackle into destiny.
As the lines of communication get
tossed aside by fearful minds raiding,
even the act of standing firm becomes
a challenge to the status of plenty.
Each sting rebuilds my structure
anew in memory and scar tissue
to capture the element not boxed
for barter or sale: my immortality.