Best Triton Poems
----Ad for a Siren----
job hunting siren
swims from cove to cove--
shark bosses need not apply
**Sept.16, 2010
Siren, send my check in the mail ;)
----Ad for a Siren 2----
tired of zim dollars,
siren's on the prowl~
oops wrong habitat
**King Triton must be**
thirty to forty-five--
loaded
with laughter ;)
must pass through
Sunlight first--
stingrays need not apply
Ms. Siren -- sorry no more ham sandwich, I ate it all,
sorry this is the best I could do on a full stomach *burp*
In the land titled the Gift of the Nile,
where pharaohs rode in gilded chariots,
149 feet she elegantly stands,
in the sandy plains of Giza
For decades long gone,
shes taken the crown;
"the tallest master piece of man's hand"
a Triton amongst Minnows yes indeed,
if thou not believe,the Falcons do
for centuries gone they scaled her sculpture
high enough to see the land of the saints
years and years casing stones were lain,
limestone blocks coalesced in myriads
to form a triangular figure,
firm enough to outlive lake Superior
senile she may be,
she proves that old is gold!
for even the blind behold her in wonder
she dwarfs her surrounding like,
a queen she's always been
casing stones still encircle her
like nestlings before their mother,
and when the moon rises,
she shines like a figure
from wonderland
and hail to the ancient mathematicians
for designing a figure,
that is food to ones soul
Oh son of Saturn
still holding true
to your father's law
of limitation.
Will Neptune capture you
as Triton?
Expose your simian line!
Celebrate your difference!
Embrace your darkness!
For only in its depth
will the seed of any living thing
become fertile.
Yet you hide behind
a distorted window
of frozen atmosphere.
Still, the truth is revealed
in your eccentric orbit;
in your rebellious rotation.
But until you find courage,
until you take solitude,
until Charon views the fullness
of your unmasked face,
Who will pay his fee?
Who will journey Styx?
Over three thousand-five hundred years ago
There was a story that was always told
How a man fought wars and defeated foes
And traveled for twenty years. How strong, how bold?
Many miles that hero went
Going to Troy and the Aegean Sea
Sleeping in hulls of ships and war tents
Fighting by Achilles. How scared were thee?
He tested the gods like Apollo and Poseidon
He only wanted a voyage home again
But the sun-god’s heat, the sea-god’s triton
Made it hard for him. How to win?
He built a mighty Trojan Horse
And put thick wax on his ears
The journey was long and coarse
It cost many friends. How many tears?
He returned home with happiness hidden
Only recognized by man’s best friend
And his wife blocked suitors and had them forbidden
He returned to his wife. How did it end?
Living in the ocean is not easy.
Sometimes the water gets so greasy.
During those times I dive very deep
where beautiful sights and delicious food I reap.
For you see, I am a merman named Triton.
I am the son of Amphitrite and Poseidon.
I am known as the Trumpeter of the Sea
because I use a conch shell, blowing it regularly.
My parents are not merfolk, but normal like you
However they are both able to live under water like I do.
I am handsome, strong, and brave,
and many a beautiful woman has become my slave.
Because of the beautiful songs I sing,
both women and mermaids, themselves to me bring.
I have powers as Ancient Mythology reads.
I have summoned storms to sink ships because of their greed.
Be it known, I am a very wise teacher.
Many have learned great lessons from this sea creature.
Do not despair if you're caught in a storm.
Just look on the ocean surface and you'll see my form!
*For The Deep Sea Contest by Gautami Phookan
A parody of Wordsworth's "The World Is Too Much with Us,” which appears under the parody
The mall is too much with us, spring and fall.
Getting and spending, we lay waste each pay check.
There's little in nature we won't someday wreck.
We've given our hearts away to cholesterol.
Beach beauties bare too much to one and all.
The howling dopeheads raise all kinds of heck.
Pollution worldwide makes me say, "Oh, yecch!"
Hey, wary youth, we'll leave this all to y'all!
I'm moved to yell, "Great God, we're out of tune!"
Had I the choice, I swear I'd rather be
A lone coyote howling at the moon
Or a jabbering monkey swinging from tree to tree
And sharing branch room with a shrieking loon.
Of earth's abominations these are free.
“The World Is Too Much with Us” Italian sonnet by William Wordsworth (1770- 1850) The sonnet is one of his responses to the Industrial Revolution.
The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;—
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not. Great God! I’d rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn.
June 21, 2021
Contemporary Sonnet Contest
Sponsor: Charlote Puddifoot
The ice is melting
on my moon
while I am waiting my round-trip ticket
on the earth.
The spring is coming
in my icy homeland
and life is reborn.
TNT and Nitro
in the fastest blast in the universe.
Helium atoms are broken
into thousands of pages
of the book War and Peace
while on the edge of the galactic haze
Messiah has appeared.
The planet Neptune for god of the sea
was titled from Roman mythology.
His wife Salacia three sons Neptune bore
with Triton most celebrated in lore
both Greek and Roman as merman, then famed
as the largest moon of Neptune so named.
While three decades back faint rings were spotted
though merely a few of those allotted,
by dint of the James Webb telescope view
recently captured along with bright blue
of Triton that’s spied in the upper left,
we gain clear look through its camera deft.
Neptune is the planet eighth from the Sun,
ice giant, with Triton the largest one
of satellites natural going round
about its dense mass although duty-bound
to cruise in an orbit that’s retrograde,
quite rare in the Solar System parade.
One hundred sixty-five years is the span
of tour in Neptune’s empyreal plan
for making rotation sidereal
in journey around star imperial
compared to earthly year passage of time
from new year to the old year’s midnight chime.
In visible light Neptune blue appears
as normally pictured in solar spheres
but cannot be glimpsed by unaided eyes
due to its distance related to size,
albeit Webb’s Cam in Near-Infrared
rendered it through its glass darkly instead.
What further marvels that planet may grace
‘midst myriad wonders in heavens’ space
awaiting disclosure for humans’ sight,
if e’er their reality’s brought to light,
remain to be seen provided Man can
prove to be more than a ‘flash in the pan’.
~ Harley White
Tides in motion beneath my crust
of water-ice and planet dust,
heat a hidden salty ocean.
Beneath my crust tides in motion.
My fertile womb so ripe with seeds,
with nutrients that new life needs.
Deep in the darkness, in the gloom,
so ripe with seeds my fertile womb.
We’re not alone, there’s quite a few,
Europa, Triton, Titan too.
We’re moons with a life-friendly zone.
There’s quite a few, we’re not alone.
In dreadful dreams I saw peril:
aliens that are not sterile,
importing deadly survey teams.
I saw peril in dreadful dreams.
From Earth arrives a prying probe,
now transiting past Saturn’s globe,
to learn if life in my womb thrives.
A prying probe from Earth arrives …
From Earth arrives a prying probe,
Now transiting past Saturn’s globe,
To learn if life in my womb thrives,
A prying probe from Earth arrives …
October 16, 2022
Swap Quatrain
For information about amazing Enceladus, see: solarsystem.nasa.gov/moons/saturn-moons/enceladus/in-depth/
or: www.newscientist.com/article/2339020-enceladus-shown-to-have-all-six-of-the-essential-elements-for-life/#:~:text=Saturn's%20moon%20Enceladus%20is%20producing,%2C%20oxygen%2C%20phosphorus%20and%20sulphur.
My name is Gundar
Bey School of Gladiators
Trained me for the arena
I chose my weapon
I picked the net and triton
Best, as I’m agile and fast
Tomorrow I fight
I live without any friends
Never know who I must kill
They serve me a feast
The women will come tonight
They try to make me happy
No desire to fight
Either I fight or I die
Can I out last the others?
It makes no matter
If I’m the last one standing
The lions will still be waiting
A thumb’s down and I die
As they unleash the Lions
Thumbs up, fight another day
You know how the little mermaid wanted
To be human and live on land
Well I was constantly saying in a loud voice
King Triton by your command
Please, wave your magic staff that you
Hold in your hand
At me a child who has always wanted to
Be a mermaid
And live at sea.
I know you can help me.
Please, listen to my plea.
On land
I have practiced holding my
Breath until I am blue in the face.
I am fast when we have a relay race.
I have learned how to empty my lungs
So I can sit on the bottom of my pool
Without having to surface.
I took swimming and skin diving lessons
To learn all your tricks.
One of the hardest things was mastering
The dolphin kick.
In all of my widest dreams I did finally
Become a mermaid.
I live in a beautiful lagoon where I get
Paid, I love it when I hear that other
Little girls have said King Triton by your
Command
Please, wave your magic staff that you
Hold in your hand.
Who knows they may turn out to be like
Me to live in the sea
As well as on land
By working at a water resort which is a
Better plan.
Triton:
We are here for the gathering,
For the awakening of our nearest stars.
We care little of what the other has to say.
We only want what's best for ourselves.
Nereid:
I've been dust-flexing for many suns now.
I grow weaker with each turn.
My level of solitude in the white realm, though,
Never feels burdensome
Naiad:
These are all things to consider
Loops threading our thoughts,
Like the music, we are waves and
Vibrations.
Thalassa:
Ssshhhhh
I am trying to sleep and
There are no more secrets anymore anyway
We are stuck out here in
Wonder and contentment
I contend to nap!
Despina:
Huusshhhhh...
Because silence is our friend
There's been no meteors,
No blurring debris for ages!
Let us be thankful...
Larissa:
I am thankful that I have you
And me,
And I'm thankful to feel thankful,
Though panels from other realms keep falling--
We are changing!
Proteus:
I will recite something I heard
right before my last collision:
You're going to get hit again and again
And again and you're just gonna have to learn to take it.
(Ahem). That's how I feel, I guess.
Galatea, Shepherd Moon, floated
Akimbo to the Milky Way,
Listening to the noise of the others
Listening to a universe of lovers.
Petroleum’s careless pollution
Eroding Poseidon’s Triton
By Robb A. Kopp
Damage
03/03/2018
I left that morning like any other ,
At work before dawn.
Hope in my heart as always,
I was seeing my 2nd born.
Early to start, eager to finish,
Not a care in the world.
Light rain falling on ground,
When suddenly I was hurled.
For braking time, or evasive action,
Neither could be taken.
Body smashed on bull bar,
My life it seemed foresaken
Helmet smashed to pieces,
Now Through the air I glided,
Away from the treacherous Triton
With Which my bones collided
Not a care in the world
I woke up on the hard concrete
Stunning silence all around
My crumpled legs my eyes to greet
Not a care in the world
The pain had not yet hit
But soon might thoughts had gathered
And all I thought was ****
I don’t want to be in hospital,
I hope its one night only!
But then the pain was overwhelming
I felt so lost and lonely.
The pain is indescribable,
Legs shattered, hip broken, dislocated.
The pain is unimaginable,
I couldn’t be placated.
In agony I lay there prone,
20 minutes for help to arrive
The ambulance with siren on
Would make sure that I’d survive.
One night in hospital but a dream,
Almost 3 months was my sentence
Operations, infections, more than I can mention
In my mind Id surely paid my penance.
In and out of Hospitals for years
My true suffering had just begun
Pain my new constant companion
Alone abusing drugs for fun
Many years in pity city
Wishing I died at the Tritons hand
Drinking, drugging alone and mad
On my own I’d have to stand
Aambergris
is what it was
that washed up on the dunes ,
Aabalone
in the hands of children
'neath the moon.
Sstarfish
fallen from the sky ,
and Sseaweed for our heads
we fell asleep along the reef
upon our sandy Bbeds .
the Ddreams
that came
were Neptunes' own,
He held a triton on his throne,
he bade us ride a steed below
a spritely Sseahorse all aglow
we wondered why he even cared
to show us , but we gawked and stared
at Ttreasures measureless by man
he said he had a clever plan,
if we should want to breathe the air
we'd have to bring a Ttreasure there
or stay forever down below,
we begged him just to let us go,
he said just one could rise above
and prove an everlasting Llove
by casting Ggold into the sea
and then the other would go Ffree
I went ashore
and straight to bed,
I still hear voices in my head
they say .......
"'where have you gone my dear?"
when I hold Sseashells to my ear.