Must have had
A head like a seive!
What seems so mad
She'd take me l'd give
Now the sorry looking lad
Or perhaps a bit of a dive
One might say yeah a tad!
But don't see how you live
At times seems a little sad
As l have so much to give
Should l though be glad
Her l'm nolonger with?
Bits taken from so good just play on words
Written 2020
I pour my trust in you wholeheartedly.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
your chances of being attacked by a shark are three million to one
so dive into those dark waters,
confidently, and without fear
swim with happy abandon
Unless you are near the Indian Ocean
the great whites there dine on forty people annually
Between the silent waves of time, I dive into a sea of dreams,
where the sensations of being are like drops scattered in the vastness of water.
In each drop of pain, I find a warm image, a balm for the soul,
an infinite bath that embraces the whole, soothing with its gentle touch.
Pain, like a shadow dancing on the edge of a mysterious light,
is lost in the vastness of the ocean, where each wave whispers forgetfulness.
With every passing moment, comfort becomes a subtle call,
a recognition of separation that persists but dissolves in water.
There must be a deeper comfort, a truth hidden beneath the waves,
perhaps it is the understanding that the water of the sea and the water of the wave are one and the same.
In this sea of tranquility, where everything merges into unity,
I find peace that transcends words, in the simple essence of Water.
DIVE
jack knife
somersaults
teenage aquatics
daredevil manoeuvres
outrageous tricks just for kicks
"having a laugh making a splash"
8 / 20 / 2025.
peregrine nosedive
swooping in whirlwind spiral
~ lark's last aria
AP: 2nd place 2026
Dive in
Baby there's sharks in the water,
I need to get in the waters,
You know where not getting younger,
Well sink or we'll swim,
Baby are you with me?
Invincible, until you cut me open,
We are strangers, bound by love's cruel illusion...
Would you dive down, plunge into the abyss?
Tread through the wreckage of my shattered bliss?
Could you swim against the current of my fears?
Guide me back to surface, end my watery years?
For I am drowning, sinking fast and free,
Lost in the undertow of memories...
Beneath the waves, I reach for your hand,
Desperate fingers brushing yours like sand slipping through an hourglass.
I strain to hear your voice above the din,
Echoing fades of love left unsaid, swimming in sin.
Sin of how my heart become broken and lost in this dark abyss
Could you dive in and save me before the end..?
Shades of blue and black
Creatures that remain unseen
Dance around strangely
Various colors
Patterns and textures seen
Deep sea new to me
Flying crazed into the summer night
Diving, crashing — what a sight!
The people, they shriek;
Cover they seek,
Slapped in the face by one’s flight.
Count your fingers and toes!
It's five that drives betides!
For our minds can't juggle
More than five at once.
Can't grip, grasp sense - six.
How we sense and perceive,
Also comes in five flavors.
Touch, sight, smell, taste, hearing,
Which constrains, contorts our thoughts,
Into believing we know what's
Right, true, all so insightful!
But, why or why five?
Has ego, fear, doubt, desire
Succumbed to fingers and toes?
So we can't go further
Than a high fivefold dive?
When I was a terrorized, tortured, petrified child,
I would look up-
into the vast, clear blue, empty space,
and wish I were a bird.
To spread my wings, rise beyond reach,
dip through clouds like whispers,
ride the blustery winds,
and after the rain-
chase the ribbons of color
that arc across the sky,
just out of curiosity.
By night, I would perch
on treetops unknown,
watching the silver moon grin
as stars winked their silent promises.
Now, as an adult,
I wish I were a fish.
Not to witness the wicked antics of madmen.
Not to hear the echoes of cruelty.
I would swim deep,
where the sea cradles its secrets,
among coral cathedrals,
through forests of drifting light.
I would not need gills,
I would not need breath—
I would hold it,
until men learn to be kind.
And at night, I would rest
on the ocean bed,
where even the waves whisper softly,
where silence is sacred,
where the world above
cannot follow.
and in my dream I plunge deep
into a magic cauldron
it is not a pot, vat, or tank
not a vessel of any kind
but a turquois ocean
where blue waves crash over me
I plummet and vanish
down, down to swim with pretty fish
swallowing a sweet elixir
a powerful liquid and potion
magically warming my body
I feel enchantment and fascination
rising to the surface I float
on the vastness of the ocean
under a wide azure sky
I notice sea birds gliding
land must be close
and it is . . .
an island lush and green appears
swimming to the sandy shore
I am struck by singing bird
a thousand voices loud
filled with an illusion of peace
and tranquility
I submerge myself into a jungle
and the sounds and scents
the flower blooms and hues of greens
and oh, those birds, divine
I linger there
until ... I wake in my bed
to dawn birds chirping
Soon festive time will arrive
To remind us that Christ’s alive
Celebrate the birth
With much joy and mirth
Praise the miraculous sky dive.
Such the serendipitous dive bar,
a man walked in who was almost missed;
“You are destined” he said “for ‘Rockstar
on tour.’ Go and dust off that setlist.”
“Throw out all those decrepit covers.
I’ve got your back let’s send you soaring!
You may have some with those makeovers
sharing your soul they’ll ALL come running!
Twenty five thousand people will stand
waiting for you under the limelight;
No need for that tip jar understand?
You’re already so clean.. stay airtight.”
“Who are you what’s this all about?”
“I saw you play last night.” he replied
Call me a scout caught up in your shout,
with it’s sucker punch my tears you cried.”
Drifting, drifting we float, in azure abysses aglow
Drifting, drifting we glide, amidst aquatic artistry's flow
Drifting, drifting we go, where coral constellations grow
Swimming, swimming we surge, through sapphire seas serene
Swimming, swimming we swirl, where silent symphonies convene
Swimming, swimming we soar, as shimmering schools careen
Deeper, deeper we dive, discovering diverse domains
Deeper, deeper we delve, dreaming in diaphanous depths
Deeper, deeper we descend, dazzled by dappled daylight
Floating, floating we flit, through fragments of fantasies
Floating, floating we flow, as bubbles burst and breathe
Floating, floating we fly, transcending terrestrial ties
Marvelling, marvelling we move, in liquid labyrinths vast
Marvelling, marvelling we muse, on unity unsurpassed
Marvelling, marvelling we merge, with mysteries unsurpassed
Surfacing, surfacing we rise, souls saturated, serene
Surfacing, surfacing we return, beauty-filled, breathless, keen
Surfacing, surfacing we emerge, coral's call echoing between
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