Long Atlantic Poems
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Guará, the Brazilian Ibis
as our guarana...
from the atlantic forest
what's left for us to
enchant !
Maned, chromatic summary
of beauty...
the passing black
when sprouting with all
shed on its threshold...
White Guara
almost virginal in the morning
youth... as well as
if for life
if you showed...
In the finale, or in maturity,
biological chromatism
again shows...
resembles, reddens
even though it is not the case,
adult now in life...
Guará, free wonder.
majesty in the Serra do Mar.
Gorgeous nature... !
Say what you want to say,
I love this land
From sea to shining sea
Welcoming sinners and saints.
It wasn't the indigenous Indians turning their backs
It wasn't the land that hung and dismembered us
It wasn't these shores that drowned our dreams;
The winds of change never held its breath, while
Alchemist "white supremist" dreamt up injustices to men.
Say what you want to say,
I love this land my ancestors cultivated
Here we stand transparent
Transforming market of our mind, while
Shame stood shameless
Hugged podium carved by the poor.
The silent sound of ancient tears, like
Rivers running from debris of the enemy;
Poseidon would be pissed; drunk with disgust
The "Transpopulantic" passage a graveyard,
The ghost of the innocent took no hostages -
Who would build bridges to reciprocity?
Say what you want to say,
I love this land
Vast as the Atlantic Ocean;
Who will hold garden gates ajar?
Remorse is like a rose, scented or unscented.
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She leaves Southampton
This Titanic ship
Her maiden voyage
New York trip
Channel crossings to Cherbourg, France
To Queenstown in Ireland
Where passengers dance
To some, a new life awaits
The future will seal their fate
Newfoundland waters
Temperature drop
Impending disaster
Without a thought
Lookouts, Fleet and Lee
Spot a large iceberg close to she
Sitting off her starboard bow
Sweat dripping from their brow
Telegraph indicator
In confusion state
This colossus of ice
Sits and waits
Inevitable meet
As natures diamond rips
Starboard side
Of this most wonderful ship
Rivets pop, buckled hull
Atlantic intrusion, in volumes now
Compartments fill, this White Star gem
Will we ever see her likes again
Distress signal sent
As the crew are readied
This ship of ships
Emotionally unsteady
Lifeboats launched
Woman and children first
On this terrible night
Many fear the worst
So many passengers
Few lifeboats
As all around
Bodies float
Stern raised, props showing
Metal talking, funnels choking
Lights flicker off and on
Blackout
There's an island paradise located in the blue Atlantic.
No place on earth is quite as charming and romantic!
A shangri-la where beaches are pink and everyone smiles.
The place whereof I speak are the quaint Bermuda Isles!
There are no streets with mundane names like Elm or Main,
But you will find Shinbone Alley and Old Maid's Lane,
Or Aunt Peggy's Lane and unique Featherbed Alley,
Where quaint shoppes welcome you for a spot o'tea!
Brave tourists straddle motorbikes to go for a spin,
Perhaps stopping for a rum swizzle at famed Swizzle Inn!
Or if it's something delectable they desire to munch,
May stop by the Hog Penny in Hamilton for a leisurely lunch!
If looking for a sheltered beach on which to cavort,
There's no finer than Tobacco Bay nigh St. Catherine's Fort!
Ah, to spend an evening at Ye Olde White Horse Inn,
Slurping Bermuda fish chowder and sipping tonic and gin!
At night the shimmering sea reflects the magnificent moon.
Dulcet calypso music wafts from across the glassy lagoon.
Bermuda is known for its lilies, onions and friendly blokes,
And for the beauty of its sunsets the Master Artist invokes!
Entry for Thvia Shetley's "Foreign Travel" Contest
A SONG THAT WILL ONLY MAKE SENSE
TO EAST COASTERS! (CANADA)
A heritage that we all share, our blood is maritime.
We thrill to see the Bluenose, her picture on a dime.
Emotion for an ocean, gray Atlantic ever by,
Newfoundland, New Brunswick, Nova Scotia, PEI.
We’ve been to L’Anse Meadows, explored the Labrador.
Cruised the Ponds in Gros Morne Park, fished Caplin from the shore.
Raised a glass at Crow’s Nest, saw the sunrise Cape Spear beach.
Sang along with Great Big Sea, kissed the Cod and drank the Screech.
We’ve inner tubed the Nashwaak, fly fished the Miramichi.
Been to Historic Village in the heart of Acadie.
Climbed the Big Bald mountain, walked on Fundy’s floor.
Coasted up Magnetic Hill, scoffed at the Tidal Bore!
A heritage that we all share, our blood is maritime.
We thrill to see the Bluenose, her picture on a dime.
Emotion for an ocean, gray Atlantic ever by,
Newfoundland, New Brunswick, Nova Scotia, PEI.
Sang “Farewell to Nova Scotia|”, drank Rita’s tea as well.
Danced all night at Ceilidhs, been to the Citadel.
Strolled the shore of Baddeck Bay, where the Silver Dart took flight.
Walked the wharf called Fisherman’s, the rocks at Peggy’s Light.
Sang “Bud the Spud!” with Stompin’ Tom, watched splinters fly away.
Ate lobster at church suppers, could hardly walk away.
Picked potatoes for the farmers, back in our childhood years.
Crossed Confederation Bridge, eight miles long me dears!
A heritage that we all share, our blood is maritime.
We thrill to see the Bluenose, her picture on a dime.
Emotion for an ocean, gray Atlantic ever by,
Newfoundland, New Brunswick, Nova Scotia, PEI.
A heritage that we all share, our blood is maritime.
We thrill to see the Bluenose, her picture on a dime.
Emotion for an ocean, gray Atlantic ever by,
Newfoundland, New Brunswick, Nova Scotia, PEI.
Ellis Pringle Craig, 2024.
You are supposed to stop your car when the light is red.
Drive carefully; there is no exception for it today.
A vulnerable pedestrian can wind up dead.
Injured street crossers have to be taken away.
I cannot express the importance of what I say.
The importance of safe driving is not beyond your comprehension.
An accident is anything but a pleasant scene.
Pedestrians will pay the price if you don’t pay attention.
Courteously yield when a street crosser is seen.
Proceed only when the traffic light is green.
Several years ago, I came close to becoming a fatality crossing Pacific Avenue
in Atlantic City, NJ. Someone in a hurry to get to work tried to beat a red light.
Another Atlantic City hotel-casino is going away.
The once-esteemed Taj Majal closes its doors after Labor Day.
It has a big casino with tables and machines galore.
There are posh restaurants, a state-of-the art theater, and much more.
This place is truly a landmark at the New Jersey Shore.
However, it will be a part of history, and not around anymore.
The hotel still bears a presidential candidate's name.
In recent years, it has fallen into financial shame.
It's been awhile since that man has been at the establishment.
These days, he's too busy running for President.
Not long ago, he had four hotels in the city.
Soon he will have none. Does that seem like a pity?
from a news story found on New York Daily News.com
I searched a thousand dreams
living inside each and every thought
you linking my arm love,
walking along the five fingers golden strand
in my living memory none can compare
free and alive our memories shared
Like blooming flowers
as now they are slowly fading
lovingly pressed deeply
folded inside these pages
with so much love
nothing ever decays
Always warm touching and so soft beautiful
lives inside forever one wonderful dream
as we walked together darling wow breathtaking,
shining forever in the circle of a Claddagh
always was my promise to you darling
on this very special day
Such a fulfilling dream
floating on air took my breath away,
this the most valuable item
my heart I gave to you so special,
caressing winds brush
freely with the spirit of your deep beauty,
divine everlasting angel strolling
were the fingers five of them, in total
sticks out into the deep sea
Sweetly holding hands
if only I could sing to you love
whistling in the breaths of a spirit
enchants inside echoing great ocean waves
believe me I would.
Turning changing all shades of blue to dark green
breaks in front of our visions,
the great Atlantic sprays her foam
within celebration kissing this mind
real love feelings striking
our spirits freely joined as we kissed,
in a cool summers breeze warm and gentle your lips
Looking into your eyes dark shining jewels
drifting away this heart overcome beating for you
each and every time looking at you smiling,
thinking as you smiled,out loud into myself
a gift from God truly amazing beautiful
beyond all words I know,
just how lucky I am
to have found you perfect
Sharing with you everything
internal present of your warmness so special,
sweetly scented softly kisses deeply inside touching
holding embracing your beauty,
this heart only sings in your name
loving you,
heart stopping at first glace,
mind blowing for me
singing inside this mind your praise
What has astounded us most this road trip…what amazes us more and more
Is how every day we’ve been surprised by something we’ve never seen before.
It could come from any place…any what, when, where or who…
but every day we’ve been blessed to see something brand new.
Today we journeyed to the Jordan Pond Restaurant in Acadia National Park .
We were told their popovers are some of the best in all he nation
What we weren’t told, however, was…we needed a reservation.
No reservations meant no popovers…so how did we respond
we took a walk enjoying the beauty that surrounded Jordan Pond.
The beauty of the crystal clear pond, paired with a village of mushrooms
and the greenest, softest moss beneath our feet
helped us quickly to forget the popovers we didn’t eat.
We visited Sand Beach where on the sand surrounded by cliffs
we allowed the Atlantic Ocean to caress our feet….
just as we did on Rialto Beach with the Pacific Ocean
making this coast to coast circle complete.
Since we didn’t get to eat our popovers and we walked 4 miles
around the pond and on the Ocean Path along the shore
we treated ourselves to another Whoopoie Pie…this time the flavor was s’more.
We were in Acadia 12 years ago…so some of these things we’ve done before
but we’ve never touched two oceans in 47 days, or ate a Whoopie Pie S’more.
We never saw a mushroom village or moss so abundant and green beneath our feet
and we never thought losing out on a popover wold ever be so sweet.
I guess when you stop and think about it…every day we’re alive is like a prize
filled with chances to be amazed…filled with moments of surprise…
Because every day we walk along the shore or eat a Whoopie Pie s’more
we’re not the exact same person we were the day before.
How wonderful would it be if we were all astonished more and more?
If every day we were surprised by something we’ve never seen before?
It could come from any place…any what, when, where or who..
If everyday we were blessed to feel…as well as see something brand new.
Perhaps a conspiracy, but the crew only knows, the
Happenings aboard the USS Eldridge, kept hushed
In a ship that sailed from sea port to time portals
Leaves a feeling this test was not ready, but rushed
Amid the Atlantic they were meant to disappear
Despite intentions, not only from sight did they vanish
Ever baffled by a green, eerie glow where the ship was
Last, by naval command all of the records were banished
People say they reappeared in the Norfolk Naval shipyard
Heavily disoriented and fused to the steel hull of the deck
In legend they say these sailors fused were alive
And how did they explain this more than a ship wreck
Each crewman survivor, where are they all now
X-rayed and studied in a black ops facility?
Prying minds still trying to make sense of it all
Ever curious, but maybe beyond my ability
Remaining questions with impossible answers
In theory, could there still be witnesses left
Men or woman who saw a war ship materialize
Each in disbelief of their eyes, their logic bereft
Not knowing if it was paranormal or sanity failing
This gave a new definition, to the term parasailing