Best Leviathans Poems
In the heart of the blackest abyss, down,
Down, in fathoms deep crypt, where light
Does not penetrate, and the structured protective hauls,
Of men, are crushed beneath pressures massive
Weight, of the oceans deepest depth.
This is truly inner spaces aquatic zone of the
Unknown, a realm of stilled silence frozen
In the icy currents of the barren straights.
Where prehistoric giants dwell, amongst the
Tidal flow, ambush predators, forgotten beasts,
From long ago, living krakens whom devour
All life, hidden within their dark domain.
In Poseidon's mighty anger, the waves answer,
To his fists of fury, hurricanes wrath of vengeance,
Gives birth to the perfect storms rage,
Vessels rise and than fall in the tidal surging
Waters.
Nay do the sailors cry out to the Lord God on high,
For redemption's salvation, but the sacrificial altars must
Be appeased, by flesh and bloods sacred offerings.
Summons does the mighty lord of the seven seas,
To release the last of the ancient Leviathans.
Two thousand hands, of a thousand dead men,
Heave and pull at the tethering heavy chains,
To this devil of the depths cage.
From within interments vaulted keep,
Captivities living spawn from hell, is
Unshackled and released, to reek havocs
Devastation above.
An aquatic spider, a maritime widow maker,
Flexing and in-flexing, its body’s motions,
Towards the surface, in pulsations rhythmic
Orchestrations, the gray giant is ready to strike,
With its killing arms extended wide, to grapple
At its unprotected prey, to engorge itself with
All living matter that it surveys, within its icy reach.
As bubbles shoot upwards breaking the waters
Surface, suction cups and talon claws are drawn
Outwards, aligning his eight legged tentacles of bone
Crushing death, behold the Giant Squid, instrument of
Lethal torture, a living killing machine from the fathoms
Deepest depths.
For it is the beast, the true essence of evil
Incarnate, and none survive its destructive wrath.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Categories:
leviathans, boat, fantasy, halloween, history,
Form:
Free verse
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.
Categories:
leviathans, food, sad, satire, science,
Form:
Lyric
Those walls of my captured annals falling
By steel leviathans devouring my solitude
Capped blasts dropping the once proud structure
No longer is a mans home his palace
Histories cowboys are the future’s vagabonds
Their ranges of ranches a dying lot
Borders now shrinking as the rooms collapse
Giving into the fear of the outside world
No one is really who they appear to be
Stowing and stealing all for a free ride
The trust in humanity a long extinct idealism
Falling in flames from the final battles bullet
Yesterday’s judgment is the hope of tomorrow
If the sun may ascend to the songbirds cry
No promises of integrity to hold onto justice
While the carrions crawl the balances edge
Holding within that which disaster has taught
Building upon the hangman’s piety
To breathe for a moment the sweet water of utopia
With every falling grain of the hourglass
…Time slows in the winds of obscurity
Categories:
leviathans, history, introspection, life, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
Prisoners of Time
There is nothing secret
nothing sacred from man
He reaches beyond the
infinite to scatter dreams
He will employ
extraordinary means
Alone or in the company
of those with like heart
he can stream to
undiscovered places
Which brings, the opening
of a tale of how he
exploited the mighty whales
and in the process, cruelly
used, the giant turtles
of the Galapagos. Yes!
they were collateral damage
for the no less serious but
vaster sin of killing the
Leviathans.
Fresh food for the crew, they
endured layers of
imprisonment, stacked alive
on their backs in the holds of ships,
helpless in their giant shells for
a year at a time
Prisoners of the depths
of man's ignorance- such
sacrilege.
We can only pray, that
in that living death-
they entered a much
altered time state- that
became like fragrance;
an elusive, wafting
and that bliss flooded
their being
In praying this
we whisper an apology
Suzanne Delaney
Sunday, March 21, 2004
Categories:
leviathans, abuse, animal, boat, sad,
Form:
Free verse
oh, sweet old vine that calms me down at the safe port in the warm sea
let me drink youth and hopes from the same bottle that the fishes swim
the hot sun burns my skin and dries my throat
but i dream about what the green lawns will bring me
as soon as I get out of this boat
red roses symbolizes the blood in the pacific waters
sharks are fighting swordfishes and shoals are frightened for their sons and daughters
the only thing that reminds the ocean to clean up all the stains and remains
it’s the expectation for the new battles that the great ships wage with the leviathans inside the captain’s veins
tell him that it’s to late now
cause the mermaid seeks passion from another sailor’s vow
poor man longing in the sea
his kids and wife can’t remember the sound of his arriving
with his footsteps filled with sand flea
Categories:
leviathans, beach, beautiful, river, romance,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
THE EMPRESS OF IRELAND
Two mighty workhorses, colliding Titans,
Leviathans of the Saint Lawrence river.
Devastation’s maritime wrecking balls,
Slamming head on, even after the warnings
Sounding, had been given, by Captain Kendall.
Emerging on the starboard side, a distant light
Did shine, from the masthead on high.
The tramper steamer, S.S. Storstad,
Heavily loaded by coals freight,
Didn't hear the captain's hailing.
Lost within an eerie, thickened fog bank,
All hands struggled in full reverse,
But the wheels of fate, had been set,
In motions wake, and it was
Coming straight towards them, at
Rapid speeds full velocity.
Horns rang out, life boats were lowered
Broad side, voices yelled abandon ship,
Captured unaware, shaken from their beds.
Passengers scrabbled to the higher
Decks elevation, as the chilling waters
Slashed through the torn apart,
And breached forward hull.
Death's black ghost ship, lies moored
Near by, ready to take on board, it's
Newest crew members, the grim
Reapers flag, flies at half mast.
Until the full compliments roll call, has
Been filled, by the dead's unwilling
Volunteers.
Clinging to the life raft of spiritualism,
The living pray, for a last reprieves
Salvation, a miracle to save them,
But hell's vessel awaits and it's
Master has no mercy.
Histories stretches a gray shroud,
Across the debris field, as their
Voices grow silent, beneath the
brimey deep.
A lone, cold, monument does stand,
At Rimouski St-Germain cemetery , in Quebec, Canada.
Expressing the details of this misfortune.
But it will never satisfy the sorrows felt,
By the survivors or family members
Whom were lost that early May morning.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Categories:
leviathans, boat, death, imagination, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
Watching the horizons
as the waves crash…
The sun dies its elegant death
of golden blood
upon the distant shores.
It washes jade green and aquamarine
upon creations seam, the edge of the earth.
Sand cools under tired feet
Head held low
A cry high overhead rises
into the sky on silhouetted Wings.
Watching wonders of wraiths
and washing wishes away…
Along the leviathans streams.
A splash in elegant Crimson and golden light
The Blood of a dying sun, seeps into the sea…
as a finger traces the ancient chambers
of the mystic nautilus.
Categories:
leviathans, adventure, age, allegory, angst,
Form:
Free verse
3:35 p.m., Thursday afternoon
school’s just let out, and everyone’s joyful for the long weekend.
Here I pause, outside the vocational building at the summit of the hill
where I have been many times before, but never in the past three years.
Giant yellow leviathans still roar by, spewing dust
and carrying cargoes of lost souls, just as they did when I rode one of them to
school
on my first day of sixth grade. Now I’m a senior in high school, and
soon I will leave all of this behind physically, though spiritually I be gone already
perched high above, I feel as if I have transcended my peers,
each the consummation of some love long since past,
who even now laugh, smile, and carry on as they scurry into their cars and drive
off.
How happy they seem! How full of life! How innocent!
But they are so far
away!
Right now my soul is closer to the blue, blue sky, through which I am soaring, far
across
the distant hills that roll out to the horizon like an enormous sheet of Astroturf
casing the falling sun, far, far above any mortal strife,
carried on the backs of sunbeams, past where clouds would sit were the day not
perfect
my face is kissing that enormous yellow ball of love
…no! No!
No!
No!
No!
But I have stayed too long!
Ah, my eyes have strayed too far!
Even now they are drawn to that tan pickup truck
belonging to my lost Love!
Even now they are scanning through the ants in the parking lot
to find that pink backpack, that flowery dress!
Even now She is passing through the calamity unscathed,
accompanied by two friends and another man!
Even now they are tossing their bookbags into the back,
piling into the cab, and slipping away!
Oh, the world is so deep and so wide! and amid the heartless rubble
I have already found for myself a flawless Jewel!
but now She is falling away,
out of my heart,
out of my grasp,
out of my sight,
into the arms of the sweet hereafter.
Categories:
leviathans, childhood, life, loss, lost
Form:
Free verse
All I have left are words for you
A poetic palette of love lost in blue
Thoughts echo thru decaying dreams
Sapphire sounds of my silent screams
My cries cascade into waters deep
Where lachrymal leviathans gently weep
And breaths held until the sacred shore
Love abandoned upon the ocean floor
Where sailing ships cast their anchor
To rescue love with winds of levanter
Lost in a blue dream trying to find you
Searching for love with a skeleton crew.
.levanter -noun: an easterly wind in the western Mediterranean area
.leviathan -a very large aquatic creature
.love -something we all deeply want...but then we let it go
Jan.30.2019
Pithy Pants Poetry
Sponsored by:
Maureen McGreavy
N/A for contest
Categories:
leviathans, blue, deep, lost love,
Form:
Rhyme
Memories as sharp as diamonds,
keen as knives, the smell of
train smoke burns their nostrils still.
Chilly mornings, misty, magic,
gleaming rails so full of promise,
lumbering Leviathans,
wheezing, roaring, bound for Scotland
or the local seaside towns,
vacationers anticipating.
Dewdrops glisten, hush and listen
for the storied 8:09,
ready with their pens and journals.
Now steam and smoke are gone
along with locomotives' potent majesty,
would-be engineers who once were young,
with memories as keen and sharp as diamonds.
Categories:
leviathans, adventure,
Form:
Verse
A new time, enveloped inside mine
Keeps ticking aloft besides
And slides the locket of her mother
Beyond the socket of the wayside
Opens diversity into plain view
Where others place their often misguided
Open-faced mindless guffaw over
The mantle of deceit, where she sits
Like she is the queen of eternity
But she can’t keep that locket
If it means that time eludes the father
Of all the worlds money, which opens
When she befalls the worship of the uncanny
Where leviathans keep their beck
And over the side of Egypt, the call
Bellows below the falling of the wayside
Where a locket grows eternal questions
Where her mother, that of nature cries
And beneath all factions that crawl
Those that think they are right
Mistake the ruling of the supremacy
Of the father
Tick tock, tick tock, tick
Tock
Russell Sivey
Categories:
leviathans, father, mother, time,
Form:
Free verse
Clicks, whistles and pulsed calls
coming from whales you can't see
Within the compounds, no walls
only ocean water and Captain Lee
Sonograms and ultrasounds, its a joy
when whale voices are heard !
Binoculars views, soon they deploy
leviathans swim without a word
The echo returns not for they do run free
always returning to their summer grounds
Into the womb of the deep blue sea
they go, to a place where they can't be found.
Categories:
leviathans, analogy, fish, sea,
Form:
Rhyme
Montauk Point
Ridge sides slope amidst the ancient seas
grass sown seed from storm winded shores
lighthouse beacons light the shores
laden seaweeds on ragged rocks meet the crashing seas
driftwood grey smoothed lines in withered age
lay barren on sheltered coves
Ochre sand dunes Waves of gold green beach grass
sway against the winded tides
sand pipers dance on rushing surf and leave their
footprints on moistened sand
amidst nesting shells do perch
where sea sand meets the rhythm of the tides
The morning break and nights that fall upon the earthly shores
lights of misted spray of ocean winds that wake the day
eons of ages through forces of time
spontaneous movement it rides
have shaped its shores through storms
and ebbs and flows of time
Where ripples wash and spray it clean
the lineless lines castaway in the sediments of endless days
the chorus sounds to life
bubbling froths from shinning rocks
multitude mosaics of algae left by tide
The sound of rhythms of breaking waves
the silent voice of whispering beach grass on the wind
the smells of briny salt and wildflower air
that wakes the senses
Pristine clean fresh alive
draws us back to where all began
seagulls wail and tremble in the air
through wind that moves like breath
Looking out seaward bound
blue gray leviathans breed amidst the blue green sea
water gushes from their spouts and belly flops in cheerful play
on a summers day
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Categories:
leviathans, nature,
Form:
ABC
Those yelling voices from various tenements
Sounded like the sad treble of girls
In cellars where leviathans
In a spree flourished forced libidos:
The lasses trembling in rude arms!
Sir –
Still in their yellow bloom
Pig-watchers of the wider forest
Clad in the swords of midnight warriors
Performed the vicar’s rituals.
A blue hour lamented the gloom!
In the morning more skulls lie
A trash of real weavers!
(Prof, a sad lad heard the tales told!)
Categories:
leviathans, parodysad,
Form:
Sonnet
VERSE ONE
Heavenly father
Grant me safe passage to Elysium
For each time I think I have reached the end of the race
I am back to the start
Deliver me Oh Lord
From blood sucking demons
That derails one’s progress
And grant me hope
Grant me life
And grant me success
VERSE TWO
Heavenly father hearken to my cries
I have fallen into deep waters
And I have seen many a man die
Protect me Oh Lord
From the wrath of my enemies
And make me as strong as a rock
Give me victory over my enemies
As you have given Zion over her foes
So that I may smash the heads of the Leviathans with massive blows
Your covenant with my fathers is to defend and protect my seeds and I
Make me immortal Oh Lord so that I can live and never die
And as long as the sun endures and the universe exist
And in war transform me to a warring monster or the king of beasts
Send me manna Oh Lord from your heavenly abode
And command your angels to meet me half way across the road
Deliver me Oh Lord
When my foes mock me with their lashing tongue
And I become an object of derision
Or insulted in their abusive song
I am but a man
And a mere mortal
An infinitesimal being
I am nothing
But by your amazing grace
I will be something
I have seen many a great man fall from the skies like stars to zero
I have seen many a useless slave become a king and a hero
Oh Lord but if you bring science and wonders into the life of this unworthy servant
I ll worship you
Praise you
Glorify you
And serve you until all my hairs becomes gray
And until my days on earth will expire
And when this body becomes an empty shell
Soon it will be swallowed by the mouth of the grave
Where it will retire
My voyage on earth will end
And so will us all
Categories:
leviathans, god, life, prayer, universe,
Form:
Lyric