If you get too far down in the sea you will miss
the beautiful colors that swim by like this.
There is a school of flame angel fish, orange and bright.
If you get too far down, you will not see them or any light.
The mandarin fish are coming by to say hello now.
Some are fluorescent red and green, a real wow.
oh, my oh my It is a group of purple fin fish I think.
Their posh purple fuchsia color borders on dark pink.
Watch out for the corals, they are devastatingly dangerous you know.
With a gorgeous orange, yellow and peachy like look, glistening so.
The ocean has a delightful combination of blues and greens today.
Unsure if it is pacific teal or aquamarine, but it is joyful and gay.
Butterfly princess landed in the garden on a warm May day
She isn’t local, must be from an ever land far far away
Her gown was refined, with corals, lavenders and sky blue
She had dainty features, and wore a silver bell on each shoe.
Tinkling while she walked, she approached the lilies first.
They needed a drink, so she stopped and quenched their thirst.
The tomatoes needed weeding, so butterfly princess did that too
She impressed the radishes and carrots. How about you?
The sky looked so high,
How did cloud reach it?
The sea is too deep,
How come corals go there?
Does birds sleep on clouds?
They always go near them.
Does fishes plays between corals?
They always swim near them.
Why can’t I jump so high?
Just wanna feel the clouds.
Why can’t i swim too deep?
Just wanna play between the corals.
My mouth salivates when I see her
She is perfectly round, with a small dent
Her outer covering is soft and fuzzy
A gorgeous combination of yellows and corals
I see peach cobbler in my future with vanilla ice cream
The sky scatters pixie dust~
across orchards of dragonflies;
while in sunflowers, the stars do trust,
tracing tales through kohl-lit eyes.
A fairy cloaked in soft florals~
fragranced moon-mists and rhinestone rust.
But within veins of golden corals,
she weaves hope with saffron crust.
This natural sandbank stretches
For hundreds of meters into the sea
Allowing visitors to walk on the water
Like in a biblical story
As you go along, you can remain
Fascinated by the vibrant marine life
In the crystal-clear waters
Where multicolored fish and corals
Create a breathtaking spectacle
The panoramic view is extraordinary:
The blue horizon merges with the sky
Giving a feeling of endless peace and tranquility.
The price of over fishing
Is illegal and bad to nature
Fishing with net and drag net
Is very harmful to corals and sea beds form
Fishing on spawning season is prohibited by law
Fishing too much for business is greediness
Fishing endangered species is self sanctimonious
Over fishing is sad fishing
Over fishing kills generation
Someday, we will catch nothing.
Donning splendiferous landscapes stretching for miles,
A culture that aptly prides, in bold, welcoming smiles;
A thriving land of islands~ an archipelago evincing awe,
A resplendence of nature, an exclamation of hurrah.
Sandy beaches embrace realms of pristine coastline,
Harboring lush foliage, embodying sublimity divine,
Of marine life, corals, reveling warmth of idyllic clime,
Reminiscent of paradise, of placidity, stilled in time.
Fun loving, amiable, proud tradition extolling grace,
Quaint, yet modern, is the vibrant vibe of this place;
Of museums, antiques, art galleries, buzzing cafe,
Of hotels, casinos, of famed sunsets on Manila Bay.
Luzon, the Visayas, Mindanao~ gems of the blue sea,
Living in tranquility, projecting utter beauty and glee;
Islands of hospitality, homeland of a privileged few,
A magnificent portrait, upon sea-canvas nature drew.
Philippines~ an acclaimed, lauded, pearl of the Orient,
Rich in diverse culture, her allure citizens augment,
Pulsating rhythms of hearts and souls, worthy of praise;
A treasure preserved, revered since the ancient days.
That inexplicable moment, when like a weak seedling
Or like a bundle of miracles with flesh, blood, and vein
Or like a newly hatched birdling with no sign of a wing.
Wasn't I, just as a beast foetus, feeling any pain?
Life in me, like a sunray, lit by the divine spirit
Amidst storms of trials, troubles, and tribulations, flickered
There was ever, between conscience and consciousness, a split.
Within physique and psyche, millions of puzzles triggered.
Philosophies and theologies grew into queries.
Didn't I, together with corals, collect wisdom too?
Existence, with questions and answers, formed newer theories.
Didn't, within tentativeness of times, gain truth's view?
Each journey that halted told me that there's one that's haltless.
Could I absolutely assure, that mine has been faultless?
collecting corals
child feels rich in their richness ---
waves snatch them away
"landscapes"
skies of day or night shine with illumination
see such suns and moons light up the world
hear stars speak as they whisper wishes and
feel the presence of light beyond its surface
seas of corals or mighty grays reflect wonder
see alluring beauty within their magical sphere
hear the seducing sound of crashing tides and
feel the emotions of being completely alive
earth will never disappoint with her seasons
see all four of winter spring summer and fall
hear winds birds symphonies and flying leaves
and let each bring glorious light to a new day
whether over or under rainbows of happiness
be part of the world for your soul to witness
with every landscape there is a divine
expressing that love above is genuine
SkyWatcher
10-19-23
She has fire breathing hair
I did not know what he meant
Until a bonfire began popping and flaring toward me
Her hair looked like an inferno
Tangerines, corals, oranges,
Moving like snakes, enticing me
Mesmerizing me.
I will never forget her hair.
It was the wildest I had ever seen.
I truly wished I had hair like this.
the tiny mermaid lived in a world within a world without a world
knowing of the ocean, however, feeling secure and safe
loving the rainbow corals who guarded her innocence
On an early morning walk along the shore
I pondered thoughts about the ocean floor
What treasures are buried beneath its sands
Amid corals, anemones, orange sea fans
I wanted a key to unlock the seabed's door
On the crest of a wave, what had been carried
bobbled and lobbed, back and forth parried
from shore and blown across windswept seas
Miles traveled by storms or a tropical breeze
on ocean currents, their journey never tarried
In a shallow tidal pool, a conch was stranded
A gift from Poseidon's hand, I'd been handed
I held the shell to my ear and then listened
awed by the sound while the sun glistened
Waves crested until on the beach they landed
With perfect rhythmic cadence they swelled
on a high tide until its last ripples were felled
Another always followed, close upon its wake
constantly flowing as if it had a thirst to slake
quenched by rushing ashore as if compelled
Buoyantly, bottles drift on the crest of a wave
Directed by the whims of tides, as if a slave
No ebbing waters have ever ferried one to me
I ponder how many notes drowned in the sea,
bottles speared by Neptune. Forsooth, a knave!
Cozy crimson sky highlighted
Clouds, in corners, gold ignited
Cranes and cuckoos fly exited
Wherefrom is this ringdove?
Compassion in thoughts, words, and deeds
Complying with kind nature's needs
Cosmos cultivates complex seeds...
Is there, midst, a foxglove?
Calmness carves the clandestine cores
Cardinals commence carefree tours
Calcites and corals hug in scores
Cool breeze is on the move
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