Long Atolls Poems
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"How beautiful you are, so vast and deep; how vital to us all: Magellan’s Mar Pacífico, the 'Peaceful Sea,' so magical to me." by poet
I was named for my peacefulness
though at times I batter shores with angry typhoons.
So large am I that I cover a third of the globe!
No other ocean compares to me in
volume or in number of islands and atolls
whose various beaches I touch upon.
Thirty-thousand islands claim me as their waters,
and my barrier reefs shield people from storms.
Encompassing vast regions north, south, east and west -
such as my basin's volcanic “Ring of Fire”
and the Challenge Deep of my Mariana Trench,
I am home to most of the world’s sea creatures,
but please keep me clean. Protect me!
Your plastics accumulate in the “Garbage Patch”
off San Francisco’s coast, extending to Japan.
Precious fish are dying from the mess humans make.
Generally warm, I welcome you to my shores.
Surf my waves, ride my currents, and explore my depths.
Just remember; without me and my sister seas,
your vital ecosystems cannot be sustained.
He gave us everything,
The sandy beaches, innocent,
The azure to write our thoughts,
He gave us everything,
Volcanoes that project ash
On any thing or animal,
The ocean from which everything was born,
He gave us everything,
The limits of our intelligence,
Those of the squaring of the circle,
Mathematics to understand the universe,
To seek the truth of the stars,
He gave us everything,
The rain that makes rivers grow,
The rice paddies to grow rice,
Oxygen so that the sheep can breathe,
Dinosaurs and swordfish,
Continents to build cities,
He gave us everything, whales,
Eagles to fly over the mountains,
Baobabs, and giant sequoias,
The music of Wagner and Sibelius,
A spirit to dream at night,
To build pyramids in Egypt,
He gave us everything, fertile plains
Women so that we never get bored,
Churches for us to pray,
Rhinos and elephants,
Emeralds and sapphires, diamonds,
The light from which all life is born,
Sunflowers and rhododendrons,
The atolls of the Pacific, California,
The sun that holds nine beautiful planets, in a vacuum,
He gave us everything,
Billions of galaxies,
The complex nature of time and cords,
Why don’t we name him,
God or otherwise, Zeus or Buddha,
To name is to give hope to the rhododendrons,
to the smallest of ants,
It’s giving honey to the buzzing bees,
to enlighten the unfortunate and the mad. It is to admit that
Whatever we do, he will have the last WORD.
Haven is a safe harbor to shelter from a storm.
A castle with a moat, a gate, a gangway— it's safe and warm;
a pause between exposures, not some prison fortress,
a place to lower your guard, to undress your distress.
Crossing its threshold, outside laws lose their reach.
The storm rages on, smashing into rock walls along the beach.
The longer you linger, the harder it is to leave.
Sanctuary breeds dependence; its reprieve can deceive.
Stay long enough, and the anchors learn to bind.
Safe walls grow inward, closing around the mind.
A haven keeps both entrance and escape unconfined.
A sanctuary locks the exit, when leaving is declined.
Four walls and even headphones can make a room.
A garden shed, a studio retreat, lets stolen hours bloom.
Even a kind shoulder, a hug, or an empty chair—
can be small atolls where, we briefly taste fresh air.
A haven needs the storm raging beyond its door.
The harbor never stills the troubled sea offshore.
We sleep because we have briefly quieted our fear—
Yet even in our dreams, we know what brought us here.
The safest anchor can still chain us to the bay.
The shelter becomes a prison when we linger overstay.
A haven earns its name by sending us restored.
Back across the gangplank we once fled aboard.
“Just because you are soft doesn't mean you are not a force. Honey and wildfire are both the colour gold.” ~Victoria Erickson
Tonight the moon sanctioned
her golden halo
to unfurl butterfly wings
rinsed with honey
and champagne ribbons,
as feathers of lunar crust rise,
to embellish the sky
with silver sequins,
drizzling second chances
upon fickle hearted dragonflies,
gifted as weapons of
deception to the sweltering breeze,
that wrapped my weakened knees.
I’ve always known trusting
is a losing game with no winners,
but why do I always feel
like an intruder sinking deep
into the depths of spiteful seas~
where planktons and stinging marine
nettles prick my untouched skin?
Yet I am still searching for
a singing star that wouldn’t
need written renderings of
how my black tinted glass
heart was left to drown.
Who would have thought,
there’d be more to the
onyx glittered
ripples that stream,
in teal blue waves?
If only they’d hear
every unspoken tale
of shipwrecked ruins
resting amongst graphite
motions of frozen intuitions,
forgotten through forsaken
lagoons amidst
fleeting monsoons,
left as memoirs along
soft coral mists swiftly
passing through patch
reefs in abandoned atolls.
So let me take my splintered
spheres to a realm of no return,
forgiving sinful anthems
that lured me to believe
that friends were more
than enemies in sweet disguise.
I am soft, not fragile,
neither am I a
shrunken blossom.
I am a tiger lily,
fragrant yet fierce,
ready to face whatever~
hypocritical fangs of fate
may serve in merlot wine chalices.
Where upon the earth do I acquaint new life?
A Spirit who scampers upon a banshee breeze,
Unsure—anxious thoughts taking aim, rife, unmoored
Focus unsharp—a fog on a mountain freeze—trees
Seek hope, its landing unannounced, high and lofty:
A child, clay-borne, raised by morning’s star,
and bearing the velocity of love
Untainted, untrodden, undaunted, unstifled—
What nurtures freedom in a nature made for freedom
Time clicks; a moment slips, forgotten.
Hallowed, sought, bought, fraught—a chiefdom
Berean, listening without ears of cotton
Whispering, churning, turning, burning—wind
A persiflage ingested as thunder rumbles, grumbles
Persistence, resistance—conscripted in sin
There, a cry for wisdom, yet stuck—fumbled
Who? A father, mother, sister, brother—kin?
Progeny, cacophony—perhaps fools on atolls
All, forgotten tenets in interplanetary space
The medicament—far-reaching, teaching bleeding souls
Contrary to prevailing belief: to show no grace
Yet responsible life-stewards, a virtuous gift extols
Greater, higher—hope, faith, and love proclaim the Ancient Scrolls
Thunderstruck
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Thank you O sea,
For the untiring music of your waves,
For the rolling of your rollers,
Thank you O sea
for your music so refined,
This music softens the soul,
His sight soothes the poet
Console the painter ,
Thank you O sea
For your music,
For your mighty storms,
Merci Debussy
For your symphonic poem,
Thank youO sea
For your overflowing imagination,
For your writers, generous
Homer to Baudelaire, to Hugo,
Thank you O sea,
For all your colors,
For horizons surrounded by foam
For the sunny south of ancient Greece,
For your date palms,
Thank you O sea, for your example,
For the exemplary flight of seagulls,
For the frigate, white terns
For the quiet schooners,
Who anchor in the atolls
Thank you the sea,
For your illuminated ships
In the port of Brest,
For each oysters savored,
Thank you O sea, for your gifts
Your travels to America
You are the soul of the world
the source of my thoughts.
After the party on the boat,
I fell into a deep slumber;
I knew not what had happened.
I woke up on a tropical island,
my hands and legs tied with ropes.
Carrying out CPR on me,
the people there saved my life
almost from the jaws of death.
Serving all the delicacies they had,
they made me a guest of theirs.
Though their huts are so small,
they had their hearts so large.
And they welcomed me into their clan.
With stunning coral atolls,
crystal-clear lagoons
and diverse landscapes...
I found the island so idyllic,
and I made it my home
to be among the people
who are so pure at heart,
renouncing the place of deceit,
where I came from!
Tigers in the tall grass.
Bruins in the buckwheat.
Sirens, sing of sassafras!
Eagles, time to eat...
Linger, O my looking-glass...
Red run in reply.
Languid liquor, poison gas!
Death, glance at me sly...
Frankincense burned on the tomb?
Ashes, coat the walls.
Belladonna, how you bloom!
Funeral, how ye palls!
Pyramid, best to get rid?
Gold on rim, crater?
Hell and Heaven, hid or bid?
Only if you're sure!
Wind, over the atolls fly!
Cold as coffee fields!
O my Spartans, don't be shy!
Win or on thy shields!
Forbidden City, thy birth?
Life, what are you worth?
Decency, dismay, thy dearth!
Estuary? Firth!
Honed like blades of iron!
Shining in the air!
O chessmasters, sac the pawn!
Tortoise, eat the hare!
Heaven and Hell, apply. When?
Beginning again!
Coyote, doth fear the hen?
One day out of ten...