A man and a woman
Dragged Earth into the Titan’s council.
The woman claimed it was hers; Gaia.
The man, Oceanus, said it was his giant clam;
Mother and son duking it out.
The elders, ill-tempered Titans themselves, listened.
Gaia insisted the planet was female.
Oceanus protested and said it was male.
The elders, wise women and men, laughed.
The woman pointed to lava, mist, and valleys
And said, “See? All features of my body!”
The man touched mountain peaks, dark forests, and deep seas
And said, “See? It resembles me more.”
The Titans, half-jokingly, suggested:
Why not cut Earth in half;
Woman gets lava, mist, and valleys
And man, mountain peaks, forests, and seas?
Neither woman nor man wanted that.
They wanted Earth to belong
To only one of them or nothing at all.
One of the blessed-twice souls,
The oldest council member,
Took Earth by the Himalayas
And tossed it far into space
With man and woman
Chained to it and to each other.
Blessing them, she-AND-he said,
“Together you shall survive,
If you can.”
giant hole in the ground
I think of course snake
dragon emerges with barely a sound
frightened, I start to shake
at two a.m. the dragon flies back in
how did he fit into that hole for goodness sakes?
I look down and his giant green eye gives me a grin.
I smell the aroma of a giant clam bake
are you okay down there? I yell to my dragon.
He gives me a wings up, and I settle down.
The next afternoon there are baked clams in my wagon.
And I am bragging about him all over town.
The world is a pearl,
We're all just bits of sand.
Clinging tightly to our shelter,
Inside the giant clam.
There's more to it all,
Much more than what we see.
We all play a part in exposing
The pearl's inner beauty.
While in search of love and laughter.
While searching for your own.
Remember that our pearl is alive,
And it's dreaming on its own
It shelters us from the ocean
It keeps us from plunging down,
Into the abyss of darkness,
That lives all around.
And just like in the ocean,
There's millions of other clams,
And if they open their galaxy,
We might find their,
Pearl within.
R.K.H
The rising sun is as a blazing fire
Casting red on the clouds of dark gray
Clouds rippled as the sands on shore
Or as a giant clam shell in its white and gray
Sailors would take warning on this nippy
Morning for the sun has risen red
The colors constantly change soon demise
Brevity of life soon gone..not like the sun
In one little spot Eagle outline seen
Swiftly he's gone like moving breeze
Life similiar never remains same
For now the color has changed..to gray
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