Best Sea Coast Poems
I'm intrigued by what there may be
'neath great depths of ocean and sea
Treasures lost from life's history
A mystery A mystery
What's buried under ocean sands
Pirate's plunder and wedding bands
I dream of finding pearls in strands
With my two hands With my two hands
Ancient vessels, sunken for years
found off the sea coast of Algiers
admired by Mesdames and Messieurs
Toasted with cheers Toasted with cheers
I'd drain one mile of a river
just one briny little sliver
What will its waters deliver?
Would I shiver? Would I shiver?
What secrets do the oceans keep?
Do monsters swim or do they creep?
I long to execute a sweep
In fathoms deep In fathoms deep
Curiosity in me wakes
To dive within uncharted lakes
and sea beds risen from earthquakes
How high the stakes How high the stakes
But sunken relics from the past
remain interred in oceans, vast
Bounty from ships with broken mast
My dream downcast My dream downcast
June 1st, 2022
Fascination and Awe Contest
Sponsored by Jeff Kyser
Poetry Form - Monotetra
‘Sankofa’ In 'Safranbolu'
This bird from Ghana’s legends flies forward looking backward
In the Twi language twinned with indigenous souls and wisdom
the feathered friend suggests to go back and get it and I suppose
some fly backwards while looking ahead but then life is not only
Chronos but 'Kairos' with the meter entwined and composed
At this precise moment not alone in this moving instant it waves
and oscillates conjoining what was and will be when the present
is the past in a flash and one cannot step into the same river again
yet the future is shaped by the past the here and now a 'Kairometer'
transcending artefacts and boundaries into ‘truths’ and reality
The bird flies and time flows back and beyond near and far
further on wings and pinions with roots at heart
In ‘Safranbolu’ the ancient Ottoman town on the Black Sea Coast
and thus close to Ghana in real time place and connection
the old man had been tending the clock in the tower both man and
the turret free standing and wise still present and one
‘Seventy years’ as he explained pendulum hands and the wheels
What memories pride mechanics precision preserved aspiration and
dignity flying into the face of the clock and the distortions of time
Mustafa had climbed those steps so often had rung the bell
oiled the time keeper had not forgotten a day of his duties
had become one with the time piece and stood still many times
in awe of monument and pacing the sleepy old town yet
he flew forward so peacefully looking back in retrospect and respect
He has watched birds history duration impermanence imprinting the
meaning of a life worthy of living in honour of what is the present
20th November in all past and future revisited
continued
The Phantom Vampire’s ritual on the foggy nights of the
“Cold Dark Yellow Unhallowed Moon” is to drink the blood
Of as many young innocent people as he can all the while
Destroying their lives and tormenting their souls in an
Unending Existence of evil and debauchery as minions of
The Undead . . . .
As a servant of Lucifer himself, the Phantom Vampire’s
Principal charge is that of a “Soul Seeker”— and seeking
Them he does quite successfully while destroying lives
This unending process is interrupted only by the dawn of
The next day’s morning as the bright rays of sunlight warm
The Earth and purify and sanctify the power and purpose of
The Almighty Lord God . . . .
As a priest . . . a man of the cloth in this bucolic Irish village
Along the sea coast, I hold my head in shame and revulsion
At the evil escapades rendered by the Phantom Vampire
During his nocturnal visits to feed on the blood and souls
Of our innocent people . . . .
I always turn and talk to God while earnestly praying for their
Blind souls through their gossamer eyelids and seeking the
Lord’s divine protection and delivery from this most dark and
Wretched evil . . . May the bright sunlight show them the
Road to true happiness during the Feast of All Souls and to the
Gates of Salvation . . . .
With no fear and with most clear purpose in mind and the divine
Support of our Almighty Lord God in Heaven . . . I shall be the
One fulfilling God’s charge in driving that long wooden stake—
Blessed with Holy Water and Angel’s Dust—through that
Evil dead putrid heart of the Phantom Vampire!
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (November 6, 2014)
The cloud blinks yellow
ripples of waves dance on sea
the cool breeze lingers...
hawk shines at its blaze...
branches of trees move slowly
along the sea coast.
Light house tower's light
twinkles like a star at night
from distant places
Sailor takes due care
to reach the sea coast safely
light house blesses all
(tongue-in-cheek humor)
I understand there is a lawsuit, doc # 666, Neptune vs. Jersey. Apparently, windmills being put in the ocean off the Jersey coast was all done without consultation and approval by the Sea Council – who clam (ocean slang for claim) guardians of the sea coast, Loan Sharks, were paid by politicians to keep usually open mouths shut, and therefore the project went forward without public digest (a form of shoreline debate). Salacia, Poseidon, Neptune, and other overlords have their fins in a tizzy, equally upset about gender changing surgery being suggested to school fish pupils by gender fluid teachers also causing quite an uproar within the shallows and depths – stay tuned to the Splashy, your Prime Time Ocean News Network. This is written tongue-in-cheek, and any resemblance to real people or places is accidental and unintended. No truth in any of this to my knowledge.
To watch the dark, and twinkling skies,
Brings joy and love, to my curious eyes.
To think of where we are today,
It sends my interested mind away.
To a place where thoughts and dreams come true,
To a place where all the planets are blue,
And green and round and full of beings,
An alien planet, that’s full of meanings.
You ask yourself questions, when so engrossed,
On what it is like, on the sea coast,
Of an alien planet, so far away,
To make you want, to run away
To catch a flight, to the nearest rocket,
Sail up to the stars, to go into orbit.
To glide by all of the shining diamonds,
To ponder and watch, at endless horizons
How much I would love, to visit the stars,
The velvet of night, the orange of Mars.
The blue of Neptune, the rays of sun,
The awe of earth, held by a gun.
The gun being held, by mankind themselves,
With pollution, mass production, and everything else.
A world gone to waste, our spot in the space,
A fact that no one, can seem to face.
I look up at the stars, whenever I see,
Through the polluted clouds, and satellite debris,
I see some worlds, untouched by mankind,
And think to myself, I hope we don’t find,
I hope we don’t find, a world to destroy,
We’ve already destroyed one, a child with a toy.
We can save the planet, we aren’t done yet,
We need to work, forget about debt.
We need to get rid, of toxic material,
It’s like man kind, is something bacterial,
A virus to the world, so beautiful and pure,
We don’t deserve it, and that is for sure.
To work together, is the only way,
To save the earth, from a gloomy fate,
Reduce the plastic, cycle to work,
Stop the cars roaming, we need to rework,
To come together, man woman and child,
To save the earth, before we’re exiled,
And end up doing what I first said,
And move to worlds, to break their bread
copper burns across an endless sky
competing caws claim salt, surf and sand
sailing high above slowly sagging carcasses
long forgotten at the edge of the world
buckled rails swim over a shimmering shingle sea
the largest of its kind, hinting at some other time;
engines once chugged to billingsgate from this beach
herring bound for the cinque ports
and they say women dragged each boat -
pulled them down to that shore’s faithless embrace;
the muttered prayers of mothers and daughters
casting their men out on fortune’s dark waters
now nets, set for a tide that came and went, lay
mouldering among those collapsing clinkers
as if the fisherfolk just left one night, fled
granting the gulls sole control of that desolate dominion
their toil and trade, the legacy of our fathers’ fathers
still lays there on that beach; haunts that huge cove
rich history, like in so many places, fading away
rotting, rusting, ruined
HALLOWEEN NIGHT Mono Rhyme
I was not at all scared but brave to boast
arranging Halloween party being the host,
offering chocolate cake and butter-toast
whisky, beer with chicken and turkey roast,
to flying vampire, venomous snake, scary ghost,
wicked witch, crucked and cunning most,
Nocturnal owl screaming sitting on post
on a Halloween Night at remote sea-coast
10/12/17
Edited on 10/23/21
'Halloween Monorhyme' Contest
by Caren Krutsinger
HALLOWEEN PARTY
Charcoal turquoise Halloween night
Deep dark as Moon absolute absent
Half-Full or Crescent, each is descent.
Nocturnal owl and Vampire to fight.
Me, not at all scared but brave to boast
arranging party in dark haunted log house.
Emerald-eyed black cat chased macro mouse
on Halloween night at stormy sea coast.
Being hostess, I offered bread toast
Wicked witch danced in guise of fairy.
Suddenly showed her face weird scary.
Groaning ghost tasted beer, chicken roast
Kids of Ghost carve sweet swollen pumpkin
Octopus spread tentacles twisted slight
Black widow holding octopus tight.
Valorous vampire, howling wolf jumped in.
Hawks came in flocks ringing jingle bells
Unicorn washed horn in blood with soap
Tug of war played with python as rope.
Me in haunted house trembling: Heart fails.
10/26/18
'Halloween Fright' Contest by Carolyn Devonshire
Bikinis and Speedos
worn with glee
exposing more
than some want to see
but hey, those people
look just like me
it all hangs out
on the Black Sea coast
Saint-Tropez... not for most
so pack your bags
I'll meet you there
we can tan the fat
without a care
Ceylon it was
Sea land to mean
As my guess going
Sri Lanka the name
Ceylon gone a long
Around Sea coast
A pearl like of course
PARTY AT HALLOWEEN NIGHT
I was not at all scared
but brave to boast
arranging Halloween party
being the host,
offering chocolate cake
and butter-toast,
whisky, beer with chicken
and turkey roast,
to vampire, venomous snake,
scary ghost,
witty wicked witch,
also cunning most.
Nocturnal owl screaming
sitting on post.
on Halloween Night
at remote sea-coast.
Ghost
Sightings are hard to ignore
Especially since they cause such
An uproar
Along the sea coast.
Where old sailors start to boast
About how their beings with unfinished
Business as they're bringing up stories
Of forgotten captains, mates, and sea lore.
Ghost
Sightings are hard to ignore
Undermost
Normal circumstances throw in love,
Treasure, and gore
Naturally people will want to hear more.
They'll even go online and read every post.
Ghost
Sightings are hard to ignore.
Sailors from a sinking ship not one shall survive
For mermaids grasp them by the hips
and to the bottom dive.
Both young and old sailors gasp and drown
into the deep.
The ocean is a sea of tears in dying they weep.
So beautiful the mermaids are with faces young
red lips and slender necks were strings of pearls hung.
Their hair is long and flowing in every hue a man could desire
their eyes are deep and dreamy set one's heart afire
Their breast are full and perky every red blooded boy would peek
their skin smooth their hands soft make the strongest man weak
But below the waist a fish tail large and ever strong
powerful in the mermaids grasp, no escape forever you belong
She is fast is the Marlin swims with a shark's bite
and the death of drowning sailors brings her an odd delight.
So beware ye mates and sail on never listen to the sirens song
for if you sail to close to the rocky sea coast your ship and life be gone
The mermaid such seductive beauty, tempts a lonely man at sea
but she is the devil fish, your life and soul a pearl on her necklace to bead.