Best Whales Poems
Underwater where sound
carries much farther
the bustling of fish feeding
awakens the whales
tis morning above
frigates are moving
their noise like fright rising
all the sea's creatures
suffer it's passage
from shore into deep water
filling the oceans and seas
noise pollution is deafening
the whales by nature
swim towards the quietus
mass strandings before them
dolphins lead the way
facing an unheard of escape
frigates grow larger
and the new are born to it
the bewailing
that ear splitting deprivation
our cloud of disquiet
at sea level up on it
above the drone of ships
onboard under Cetus
no hue or cry is made of it
the devastating consequences
of 1087 feet per second
beating soundly to extinction
all that lives below
while humans draw power from it.
~Whales~
(Acrostic)
W hales are one of the largest an most beautiful magnificent marine mamals in the world
H ave been hunted for centuries for oil, meat, other raw materials.
A nd some of the species are endangered, and they're going extinct
L ife span varies among all the different species that
E xist, it be, blue whale, Orcas or killer whale, bowhead, humpback, gray or sperm whale, and they
S wim by moving their muscular tails(flukes) up and down, and not like fish left to right.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011
November.2.2015
Black is the oceans of the heavens, gleaming with the coral reef of
Stars, serenity amongst the voids abyss, it is fathomless, a
Universal sea eternal, beauty set upon the heights divides.
A rushing torrent of vastness ever flowing, always changing
Uncharitable by navigation or mechanical device, it is the
Infinite masterpiece of the almighty's master craftsman’s ship,
Too which the yardmen cast their sails of discovery, following
The farthest northern star.
Shimmer does the cosmic sand dust, aligning the distant
Planetary shores, splashing with the rippling waves
Beyond time and space.
This is the cradle of life’s essence, the tidal pool of our emergence,
Suspended above, lit by the burning sun on the horizon’s hardened
Edge of survival, without a ports harbor for safeties sheltering cove.
Captain am I, of my own destiny, first mate of mine divine soul,
I’m an elliptical voyager, seeking the unknown passage,
Beyond the outer limits of spaces tidal rift.
Floating islands of motions asteroids, bumping as frozen ice bergs,
Shattering in the gravitational pull of these space continental giants,
Melting within their grasping heated touch.
But I am a hunter by trade and necessity, looking for the prey in
These lunar waters of blackness, call me Ahab, seeking the great
White whale, slick is this leviathan, a chameleon blending, diving into
The rippling surf of this black hole of this universe.
Nay call me neither mad, nor insane for I've seen this space whale,
Lined with crystal diamonds, sparkling beneath the solar array,
Breathing liquid air and spitting it outwardly full steam ahead.
Mockingly at me, he winks with those sea foam blue eyes,
I'm not set to kill the beast, but to instead marvel at his realism,
And to prove the unidleness of my mental mind.
So I will tread this galaxy in search of him, forever to ramble
Along these distant planetary shores, until another soul beholds
This creature of divine beauty, call me then Ahab, seeking
To find his great white whale.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Red ants march militantly through the streets
Under the brutal sun a pig's corpse heats and a thousand flies have made their church inside
In the tower a raven stands alone in a cell
A futile stay, his wings have long been broken
Further along under the clear sky, upon one of many dead buildings and boarded view hotels stands a stick thin man, almost naked and dripping crimson
He stands on the edge, looks across the town and begins to shout
“I am The King of Whales, I do not rest, I cannot be defeated. One day I shall return to the sea and my scars and troubles will wash away.”
The words fall upon his ghost audience
If people heard they would only disregard them as the ramblings of a mad man
On silk draped horses the guards arrive, two toothless men so fat with sin they will never be reborn again with a chance
Yet they hold a speck of power so for the moment they can laugh
They are only here to check upon the raven
To make sure he remains mute
To make sure he keeps breathing until his punishment is through
The bulls storm through the town and disappear as quickly as they arrive
Everything shakes
The people wake,
they remain in their rooms
Each room contains a soul that fear stole
and a body not yet wise enough to die
Hope barely breathes beneath the sheets
aware and already missing the safety net of dreams that promised tomorrow would be different
She woke and it’s all the same
The only voice brave enough to speak
The stick man continues his speech
He knows he’s never been silenced because they decided long ago he was insane
“follow me, follow me
We can return to the sea together,
run away
Run! or stay and remain broken”
Stopping inside his mind he remembers
How he used to wear a crown
How he used to float above the clouds upon a whale of blue
He sits
He sighs and wonders when the worms will turn
The raven who once sang so sweetly
turns away and closes his eyes
A hundred miles away the sea waits
cool
calm and patient
to be used as a home,
a stage
It’s been a long time,
the wait will go on
all that is needed is an open mind, courage
and for you to be ready
The sea glistens and remains patient
winter stills the sea
in ancient berths of dark ice
blue kujira sleep
" O' Whale ... A Fish Story ... "
The Biggest, Exclamatory Interjection, Used In The Ocean
The Phrase That Holds Many A Gigantic Wave's Commotion
It's Often Spoken In: Hurricanes, Monsoons or Tsunamis
But Its Not: Oh My! Look Out! or See! or Ooou-Weee!
It's " Well! " - Says Every Little Fish of The Sea ...
(Just Ask: Finding Nemo - he he he)
Written & Copyrighted ©: 9/18/2013
by: MoonBee Canady
today
we don't think
therefore we are not
descartes is dead and gone
machines and computers work and think for us
our minds are shrinking, withering and decaying from lack of exercise
windswept windsurfing wallabies warbling whales wailing................................................................................
A pink fish travelling with a tea towel is neither in a rush or dirty. Gridlocked gorillas getting grapes gracefully glide. Seafront mystery in windswept hair carrying a carrot, a jar of mustard, and ten grains of multicoloured rocks. A tambourine on a sponge cake can be beating but not beaten. And a lamb cawl is not a call nor a front crawl so place the gate and door at a sixty degree angle. Many custard cups play hockey with wildebeests in tutus. In a fingerless glove place nine toes, and in a pocket watch place a turning tubular pin. The frost from a llamas horn is neither stagnant or perfumed, it is merely a tidal wave of porridge. Hahaha magniloquent magnolia magnitude making monkfish moussaka. Hahaha equality equals equipment eveningwear xxxxxxx hospitalities Z z Z z Z
Both of us share, within the mortal coil,
a bright sentient light.
We mindlessly slaughtered you for your oil
to light our lamps at night.
We ceased when we found oil buried in soil,
not because it was right.
With the new oil, we realized our goal,
plastic always in sight.
You swallowed plastic, your lives again stole,
on the ocean a blight.
Perhaps not the lamps, but our guilty soul
keeps us awake at night.
A breath I have ached to suck in.
Happens only when I am able to
stare out across the endless ocean
at my special spot waiting for their arrival.
The Humongous Beasts of the blue water.
Performing with entertainment
of splashes and spout-blowing
for all who come and watch.
What they cannot see,
is the sadness that is taking place
way down in the heart of
this hugest animal of the world.
Their souls crying out to anyone who hears-
our loved ones are continuing to die.
There are not many of us left.
The same animals that
are robbing them of life,
anxiously await
to enjoy their presence.
They do not understand, they do not understand.
Hear the song of humpback whales
Gathering in Hawaiian waters,
Gathering for Cetacean opera,
Male exclusive grand recital;
On the brink of epic journey
To Alaska’s icy waters.
Off the West coast of Alaska
Shoals of herring feed off plankton.
Humpbacks fresh from far Hawaii
Gather at their leader’s signal.
Thus begins the “A-team’s” mission,
Brilliant modus operandi.
Giants of the Arctic ocean,
Diving ever deeper, deeper.
Round and round the bubbles spiral
To the surface of the ocean.
Net of bubbles in a circle
Traps the shoal of startled herring.
Mouths a-gaping, rise together,
Burst the surface, prey engulfing.
What a maelstrom – whales and herring;
Seagulls join the feeding frenzy,
Till, at last, all satiated,
Calm returns to freezing waters.
WAITING FOR THE WHALES
with the Yupik
On icy shores the Yupik women grab their down-wrapped kids--
Muscled men push-slide long boats from old white plastic skids.
Squinting grey horizons -- snow-fog blurs keenest sight--
Wondering which hunter fickle gods will take tonight.
Seal skin gear repels the wet while ice finds nervous hands,
Hunters --cheerful-- brave the cold that rules in Arctic lands.
Suddenly a burst of water spits above their heads--
Spears flash—too late—whale disappears--but not a soul is dead.
Note:
Yupik people are one of the Native American tribes
of Eskimos in Northern Alaska whose traditional life included whale, polar bear and seal hunting.
The U.S. government allows them to hunt one whale per season to fulfill their religious
and cultural tradition. This hunt was near Barrow, Alaska spring 2012.
Victoria Anderson-Throop ©
Jan 11 2013
Aquatic colossus breaches with elation,
crystalline baubles spray towards
periwinkle skies as casting flukes sway.
In expanse of brine play the descendants
of millennia old warriors; their songs
eco among the macrophyte gardens.
They know the secrets of ancient sailors,
these Balaenoptera musculus in their clan-pods
carry the wisdom of unknown worlds within Gaia’s
womb. A harmonic constitutional for these
hearts of compassion, the annual migration
will glean offspring to carry on the tradition
and guardianship of esoterica; this star
has come far and whispered her secrets
only to the wise ones.
4-22-2021
ALL YOURS (Apr 23) Poetry Contest
Brian Strand
What are the ocean like?
How do you traverse them?
Are they as vast as we imagine?
Long and deep are your travels
Everything you do is massive
Sometimes I even long to join you
" Orca Whales and African Elephants ... "
(From The Solomon Studies Series)
(Eccl. 3: 11 / Prov. 6: 6 / Matt. 6: 26, 28, 29)
Orca Whales and African Elephants
Both Creatures Demand Giant Respect
Orca Whales and African Elephants
Both, Make Music of Deep-Song Depth
Orca Whales and African Elephants
Both, Seems To Have Their Memories Well-Kept
Orca Whales and African Elephants
Both, Tower Over Man In Physical Measurements
Orca Whales and African Elephants
Both, Are A Fashion Sight One Won't Forget
Orca Whales and African Elephants
Both, Mammals - Their Offspring, They Protect
Orca Whales and African Elephants
Both, Thru Their Domains, Their Kingly Form Has Swept
Orca Whales and African Elephants
Both, Are Massive Beasts of A Mighty Project
Tho' One Is Two-Tone-Hued & One - Tusked-Set
One - Huge & Dry-Hide / One - Slick, Large & Wet
Yet, Both - From The Majestic Mind of GOD
They Loomed Magnificent and Leapt ...
Tho' One Swims and One Is Heavily-Stepped
Both, Move In The Circle - Great GOD Has Mapped
Those Orca Whales & African Elephants
Written & Copyrighted ©: 1/4/2014
by: MoonBee Canady