Best Seaweed Poems
On one of the myriad bays
along the Maine coast. Keep the holocaust
at bay I said to Dave because
you’ll spend all day gathering
2,000 calories and still be miserable hungry.
An undiminished population of humans is risible.
Black spruce and balsam fir,
you can eat the inner bark
in a starvation emergency.
There’s plenty of Cornus—bunchberry—
each orange pith around the stone
worth maybe a quarter calorie.
Lots of sarsparilla but the fruits
not out yet and to date I have not
savored one. Let’s see—dandelion
of course and huckleberry but
the most important source of sustenance
would be seaweed.
Learn your mushrooms! for the protein.
Accept the situation
come the apocalypse.
I struggle against my insignificance
but it would be better to struggle
against my ignorance.
Less effortlessness, more fishermanliness.
That’s the lesson of this Maine vacation
there’s a lot you can eat when in need—
the hips of roses and the pips of grasses.
And an endless supply of seaweed—
bladderwrack, dulse, kelp and thin green lettuce.
All along the bent and angling coast
seaweed strands in sunken coves
abandon their beached forms
from wave to wave
I always chase after them
their strewn bobbing heads
roll as dead bodies
from wave to wave
What seaweed does not hide
short stories of unknown depths?
submarine worlds where time itself
folds into layered shelves
Under every rubbery leaf
striped then strung to tether in running bands
veins on my father's arm
long long ago
An unseen drift marks the sea's closing line
to leeward straits where I now stand
feet in the sodden growth soil
hand against the shaded bulb
A frothing whirlpool gathers all the seaweed
roped and braided in dulsing patterns
soft crests falling soundless into outstretched arms
then slap against the burying stone
I behold the seagulls
In their graceful flight,
With outstretched wings
What magnificent sight.
I glance over the water
As far as the eye can see,
I feel a peace in my soul;
Complete tranquility.
Some love the mountains,
Others the hot desert sand,
But I'm closest to my God
Where the ocean meets the land.
Surrounded by sea mist,
Seaweed, seagulls and shells,
I commune with my Lord,
His mysteries foretell.
oceans of seaweed
adorn driftwood with green pearls...
gifts from Neptune's queen
*Written February 21, 2012
Sunsets; sky's colored; red, orange, and yellow
I walked by the frozen voices of the birds' songs
A lake accompanied my journey towards a "destination unknown"
The fish had to text their goodbyes, for darkness approached their royal stone
Signals were sent across the sky
To every passing by
Signals were lit by the red, orange, and yellow
Yet the beautiful and deep voices of the mellow...
were gone...
There were still lights in the sky
But, nature's habitants would no longer strive
It was a quarter to seven when...
The birds quickly flew to the tress' den
It was a quarter to seven when...
All nature's sounds came to an end...
It was so quite; a falling pen could have been heard
It was so quite; the lake's flow and company were no longer shared
It was so weird; I looked back to the lake to call it back, but...
A seaweed was thrown to me instead; a track?
I bent to pick it up when... clouds began to rush;
The sky became a black mush...
Quickly, I took the seaweed and ran to a tree's shadow
Hoping to hide from an unpleasant fellow...
Could it be a fellow? A phase of the evening's show?
Or a fiend; a foe?
Suddenly, I felt the seaweed quiver in my hands...
Slowly, I untied its wet strands...
A letter;
The sun has set....
Red, orange, and yellow are its pets
Darkness is what you shall see beyond
the delightful and pleasant painting's wand
Go forth, if you wish, but....but...BEWARE....
For darkness shall use its cards to scare
Those who dare to approach.....
its evil and disastrous coach..
Never let fear defeat you
Gather all your courage
and GO....
And so...
Copyright 2014
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
POETIC LYRICS BY THOMAS LAM HSI (ANDRESS)
Dedicated to ALL WORLDS CREATED BY THE 'TRUEST...FIRST...LAST...
AND ONLY SOURCE OF LIFE---WHO CREATED ALL 'SO-CALLED' Gods!'
Take...an-orig-inal...RECIPE-FOR-SUC-CESS...an-what/you-get
IS-A/SLAUGH-TER...OF-LAUGHS!
Take...an-orig-inal...RECIPE-FOR-SUC-CESS...an-what/you-get
IS-A/SLAUGH-TER...OF-LAUGHS!
From-the/EAST...to-the/WEST...IS-A/PURE-MIXING/BOWL!
And...from-the/WEST...to-the/EAST...IS-A/CO-MING-LING
OF-DING-A-LINGS!
From-the/EAST...to-the/WEST...IS-A/PURE-MIXING/BOWL!
And...from-the/WEST...to-the/EAST...IS-A/CO-MING-LING
OF-DING-A-LINGS!
IT'S-A/PURE...JUG-GLING...OF/POI-BOWLS-'n-SWEET-SEA/WEED!
IT'S-A/PURE...JUG-GLING...OF/POI-BOWLS-'n-SWEET-SEA/WEED!
A Tropical Storming...UNDER-HOT/FLASHES-AND/ROYAL-TEAS!
A Tropical Storming...UNDER-HOT/FLASHES-AND/ROYAL-TEAS!
It's...ARTHUR/AND-HIS/WHITE-NIGHTS...and/PRINCE-and-PRINCESSES!
It's...ARTHUR/AND-HIS/WHITE-NIGHTS...and/PRINCE-and-PRINCESSES!
FROM-AN/ISLE-OF/TROPICS...TO-A/EUROPEAN/MIXING-BOWL!
FROM-AN/ISLE-OF/TROPICS...TO-A/EUROPEAN/MIXING-BOWL!
A-European/comedy...OF-FIRST/CLASS-ASSES...
THAT'S...A-EUROPEAN/COMEDY...OF-FIRST/CLASS-ASSES!
A-European/comedy...OF-FIRST/CLASS-ASSES...
THAT'S...A-EUROPEAN/COMEDY...OF-FIRST/CLASS-ASSES!
A-European/comedy...OF-FIRST/CLASS-ASSES...
THAT'S...A-EUROPEAN/COMEDY...OF-FIRST/CLASS-ASSES!
Poet's Own Note:
Title songs to an original screenplay by Thomas Lam Hsi (Andress)!
Washed by tides, tangle inevitable,
Lurking licking tongues, tiger whisker weed
Undercurrent gritty slippery tendrils -
Barb trusting toes with camouflaged cat creed
Wet predator paws apply pressure
Leeching life from faithful feet, farcical
Undulating grass, salty claws sever
Blades gash slices, cut soles grow barnacles
February silk ribbon Valentine
Loch Ness of Labrador's fatal lagoon
Spiralled willing limbs in sanguine brown twine
Infatuated padlocked throat caused swoon
Hapless lass captured by Amoretto
Dapper lethal lech Don Juan Otto
Second of February
- Seaweed Secures -
Here,
take time to admire
this tangled clump
of seaweed,
its knotted form,
how it becomes
almost a poem
in the way it folds
around a secret
hidden deep within,
how it tumbles
along the beach
carrying off a mystery
wrapped in the breath
of a wind.
… A strong blast of wind blew near…
The tree, no longer capable to hold on, flew with a tear
I tumbled onto the ground
Holding the seaweed close to my heartbeat’s bounds
I tried to open my eyes to see what has approached
But the severe flow of dust had my eyelids blocked
I stood still beside the humble earth
Where, in fact, I had it in my arm’s warmth
Suddenly, footsteps were heard
But, those weren’t of the normal and common herd
~ Four steps at the same time
A slithering sound was added to the rhyme
Roars exploded with every clock’s chime
A monstrous figure advanced the sublime ~
A legendary soldier of darkness’ end
A legendary monster of Greek mythology’s trend
A chimera stood; a fiend having a lion’s head, a goat’s body, and serpent’s tail
The seaweed’s “BEWARE” echoed
For what it had was to be displayed
Just behind the unpleasant creature
Rolled the “disastrous coach” of the featured
Yes, darkness lured into nature’s soul
As fear’s shadow began to call
An attack towards “those who dare to approach”
And so, with all the courage I had
I stood against the bad
Suddenly rays of light and darkness enlightened the sky
Fighting to reach an end; even if it meant to die!
In the inner most
Deepest depths,
you tortured me
until there was no beauty left
A vile monster
with lying tongues
In my ocean deep
You became slimy
You attacked me
without a heart
Hurting me
In the depths
Creeping like seaweed
all around me
Covering your lies
Disguised as truth,
leaving a horrible stench
In my ocean
Piece by piece
In tearing through the crack
Reaching for the light of truth
Barely able
To breathe
You will not drown me
With your loveless heart
The tide is turning
You no longer smell sweet
I see a monster
Buried deep
You left your scar
Your vile treatment
In the stench of hurt
Looking to the heaven's
I bled for you
you chose
To put me in hell
CLAM SHELLS, SEAWEED AND A WHOLE OTHER BUNCH OF JUNK
I looked through the ocean
I searched through the sea
But I never found me
She always said that we were different
I’d ask how and she would always say
“only in every definitive way”
So I set a course to change those things
I bought her little trinkets, bracelet and rings
Yet the thought of her “we are different” still sorrowfully stings
My beloved loved all creatures one and all
So i purchased her a tiny little rabbit
That was the same year I first developed a heroin habit
The difference was tangible, perennial, and hurt
Exactly how different we were I would come to know
i.e. to cross a stream she would wade and I would row
I’m going out but I’ll be right back
“no, you’re just going out to score”
And that’s when I watched her fetchingly fly out the door
But I liked dope so much more
And her dirty looks quickly got old
Then dirty looks turn into dirty words, or so I have been told
On that beach I found clams, mussels but no answers to be
I wanted her back but old Neptune didn’t agree with me
And that which I wanted to trade couldn’t be given away for free
I strolled into Neptune’s not knowing that which I might incur
I thought of where I am and where we once were
Now I search the sea but I never find me and surely not her
© 2011.…Phreepoetry
T he Almighty stood still
H eedful eyes watching the defeated lie with no will
E xcelling no more was the defeated, to stand up and fight!
C ourses of light emerged
H ailing the Almighty’s Win
I nstruments played during a march towards the woods
M elodies of happiness hailed the twin
E ager to shake the hands of their country’s brave soldier
R aising their head up high
A cknowledging their marvelous Win
‘ twas a magnificent day
S alute thy Courage and Light
D enying the fact of wining was the wood’s deep thought
E nding in a glorious Win was their resurrection of hope
A s they cheered do lively
D ancing and yelling: “The Chimera’s dead”
Can you hear the echoes of the ocean -
The screams of the cooking pipi shells,
The sadness of 52 hertz whale,
The craziness of the king tides,
The eternal love of the cute little crabs?
A little piece of seaweed wants to scream
And yell
And tell the world it is happy.
It wants to push
And pull the tides of life;
Let itself melt into a luscious green.
It wants to fight,
Fly and swim- detaching from the sandy soils,
Letting the ocean currents lead it to paradise.
It wants to dominate,
Feel how it must be like to be a precious pearl,
Living in its exclusive, own shell
And warm itself in the ultimate happiness that is slumber.
Today I went fishing
I didn't catch not one
good thing I was only
fishing to have fun
I baited up my hook
casted out my line
I'm gonna catch a big one
was running through my mind
I zipped up my jacket
as day turned to night
sat down in my chair
that's when I felt a bite
I jumped to my feet
and started reeling in
it's got to be a big one
I thought with a grin
up from the water
I couldn't believe my eyes
was the biggest wad of seaweed
unfortunatley to my surprise
I'll never forget the day
of this story being told
I came home with nothing
but an awful winter cold.
Tangled seaweed shore
sharp in salt and sweet decay
Crab claws still clenched shut
in defense of losing prey
Sun, to bleach, is on it's way...