Long Coral Poems
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Lightning strikes colossal oak, bronze armor split like firewood by God’s electric axe, soft pithy interior exposed in winter air.
Walking through the meadow, knee high grass quivering under the wind’s judgmental eye; grouse fly disjointedly into the coral sunset as I wade through the verdant ocean.
A warm clap on the back as you walk through the door into the familiar living room, dust dancing in the golden sunlight pouring through a bay window.
The gait of a man recently in love, thinking of soft hands suddenly adored, folding fresh linen as static electricity crackles in the dry, lavender air.
Her slow walk down velvet stairs, patiently descended with lithe, slow steps draped in mystery and blood-red silk.
It’s the feeling of walking into an underground gambling den, uninvited and alone.
Sol ascends, yet there's no brass band,
merely some shouts from drunks by the pool.
And it's one more day of sun and sand,
here upon this tropical jewel.
As I scan the sea for more cruise ships,
waves tickle my feet in frothy foam.
And salty droplets sting crackling lips,
as sunrise blankets the reef in chrome.
On a beach of coral and limestone,
happiness is purchased every day.
Coming from regions unknown, folks flock
to this island paradise to play.
The air's heated by a ball of flame,
an energizing force; no man owns.
And yet, each day, it's more of the same,
I crave the wind, rain, and wild cyclones.
Tourists wake to their dream in the sun,
and it's time to don my happy face.
For they remind me my day's begun,
as I crack a smile and pimp this place.
(Quatrain)
8/30/2017
Dedicated to one I respect, enjoy, fear for and pray for as he faces violence each day in a part of Africa that was once his peaceful, nature adorned idyllic home. I wish him to run, he won't. God Keep Ye, Jannie Breedt
Ocean-born wave rhythms rock their roll
just as motions my own soul does extol
since first we seascaped soul to soul.
From your African, violent, dust bowl
straight to my United States’ role,
joy surfs the tides making us whole.
Your expanse is constant inside my coral mind
as though our ebb and flow were cast entwined.
An ocean sees our coastlines combined.
Though our shared depths are confined,
our seawaters’ yang is surely aligned.
I sail my authentic towards your motion’s drift,
feel its sincere floatage dip down and high-lift.
Never do I rue an anchor of sea-worn shrift
turning shallow the depth of my sailed gift.
Our vibration rides the same sea of mapped calm.
You soothe my torrid zones as a salt-healing balm
might whip storms into the tranquility of a psalm.
Your grace and kindness of steady waves
fill my otherwise deep-sunken sea graves.
Bright life vests secure notes you sincerely toss afloat.
Our waters churn beyond human means of control -
they plunge and sweep as independently designed,
leaving us with merely sand’s feel to finger sift.
Yet my endless depths harbor no sinking qualm
for my intangible drownings, your tangible saves.
I am a better me with each beached, ocean note.
The planet's changing right before our eyes,
for global warming’s melting the ice caps;
observing this shift, we feign our surprise.
Coral reefs are in danger of collapse,
while high waters threaten coastal cities;
for global warming’s melting the ice caps.
It is too late for government committees
assessing this threat to do anything,
though high waters threaten coastal cities.
We're robbing our children of their future;
climate change is here, no time left for folks
assessing this threat to do anything.
Labeling climate change a Chinese hoax,
lies fueled a conspiracy, and now,
climate change is here, no time left for folks.
And despite all the pooh-poohing, somehow
the planet's changing right before our eyes.
Lies fueled a conspiracy, and now,
observing this shift, we feign our surprise.
Today captured souls sail on a Titanic-like ship
over a new Middle Passage journey on a turbulent sea,
whose waves undulate and froth with viciousness;
The captain and crew play ping-pong
with the chartered course—the crew often loosing—
abandoning ship or otherwise simply thrown overboard;
A strange manifest has this ship--shackled minds--
coral reefed like red mackerel packed in a tin;
Caught in a Bermuda Triangle-like whirlwind,
its destiny is beyond its strained confines
and its chaotic disorientation a vastness rivaling
the depth of the awe of a Grand Canyon;
As fate would have it, an unsecured ill-steered ship
is like a misguided nation in a political python sea,
hissing with trashing waves frothing with corruption:
both caught in off-course hurricane winds of change.
As dawn chases away the night, in slow motion
Imperial red appears upon the horizon
Then softly turns into light coral radiant light
In these moments of beauty my thoughts turn to you
You're in a place of glorious light
Where there is no coming night
There's no need of the sun or moon
For Jesus and God are the pure light
There is a river running there
As pure as any water can be
A tree grows on each side
Bearing 12 different kinds of fruit to eat
That tree has leaves that can heal
All the nations of the earth can eat
Provided that they confess Jesus as Lord
He will provide leaves of the tree to heal
I know you are resting in God's love
I am assured you are healed
You are living in and feeling that perfect love
That only our God can give
I used color charts from the internet, I selected a picture from the internet, I used dawn here at my home, The Living Bible translation of Revelations 22, my brain, The Holy Spirit, and my grief..
So many enchanting colours created by lord
He painted the earth with masterstrokes of varied hues
aquamarine, crimson, chartreuse, coral,
lavender, lemon, lilac,
saffron, tangerine, watermelon...
Aquamarine water reflects sky
Sun changes hues from crimson to saffron to lemon
Green leaves of varied hues have colourful flowers like lavender, lilac, rose
Eatables like watermelon, mango, pomegranate, lemon, broccoli
spinach, carrot, tomato
are not just tasty but bright and colourful too
Do we ever discriminate between vegetables on grounds of color
Or against flowers on grounds of color
Or between moon and sun on grounds of color
Do we hate our black hair? Our black eyebrows?
Would we hate our children if they were dark skinned?
We wear black dresses for their beauty
We buy black car for its sheer magnificence
Black valets, ties, shoes, handbag and accessories all are an essential part of our life
We simply adore walking at night,
Shining stars and moon get their enchanting look on the backdrop of black sky
We love and use everything black but hate black skinned people
Our fair skin gives us a sense of superiority
We like fools forget skin is a mere covering,
inside all are same
Blood is red for all.
18.04.2021
Inspired by
Changing Colors contest by Emile Pinet
Life was never boring,
Selling roses from my shop,
You were invited to visit and
You’d learn men’s secret affections.
The first to arrive was the usual fare
A well-built hunk of a man.
Tall, dark and handsome that women adore.
Twelve orange ones, he asked.
Amazed I wondered what he had in mind,
Must be a new fling no doubt.
For orange means enthusiasm and desire.
He knew well the language of sweet buds.
A newbie arrived, so shapely and cordial
A lady I knew not I was sure of it,
As she asked for a bunch of yellow blossoms.
This feeling was so hard to explain
For yellow stands for many things
Joy, gladness, friendship, Welcome Back,
Remember me, or ”I care".
Tommy, the shy one, tip toped inside,
As usual he chose the lovely pink.
It was his way to say thanks and hope
That she will always believe in him.
A couple of coral ones, how abrupt Peter was.
He knew they meant desire never lasting love.
I’d rather he never entered my oasis
For all he deserved was arid sand not bliss.
Martin was next, and how he beamed.
It was love at first sight, said he.
So I suggested as I knew,
That a lavender rose would please her most.
My friend Elise had made a coup.
So I gave her a bunch of mixed flowerets.
Peach for appreciation and white for purity.
Wasn’t Elise delighted that day?
It was almost time, needed to close shop.
When the outside door opened for the last time.
The lady I had seen early that day returned.
“You did not like my flowers?” I asked.
She nodded and then stuttering said:
“My mum has died. Just one black rose please.”
I don’t know why a tear trickled down my face.
THE OCEAN
Alluring Amazing Ocean
Boundless Charming, Dynamic
Endless Energy in Free Frolic Foamy Flow.
Gorgeous, Loud Lovely, Marvellous, Musterious.
Noble or Outrageous.
Pearly, Pristine : Quite or Rowdy.
Unique: Vibrant, Valorous.
Wide, Wonderful with Youthful Vigorous
in zest and zeal.
Ocean flows thrashing waves beyond breakers,
sometimes turbulent, sometimes calm tranquil.
Liners, Vessels, Ships on voyage.
Passenger sinking in dreams of vastness.
Millions of sea creature struggling to survive,
floating, swimming, clinging to seaweeds,
crawling or settling in the abyss.
Preys and Predators thriving simultaneous.
Coral displaying floral garden spectacular beyond human vision.
Icebergs huge or small to float showing one portion,
nine times being submerged deceiving onlookers.
Aquanauts to venture expeditions under the ocean.
Ocean carrying immense treasures without any measure.
Ocean flows calling land dwellers to explore.
Come for me my sweetheart true
Let me go away with you
To someplace warm with climate fair
Pink coral sand, fresh ocean air
Where music plays all day and night
Where sunset's rays are colored bright
And last for hours while you and me
On a yellow blanket by the sea
Drink a toast of Veuve Clicquot
While somewhere far away there's snow
Should I care? Would you? Not I
I'll be looking at the sky
And getting lost inside the thought
We're here! My dream's no longer sought
This wanting heart received its cure
I'll pinch myself just to be sure
For every teardrop that I cried
For every glimpse of you espied
For every love song that I heard
For every time unspoken word
Recordings for you I had done
Telling you that you're the one
I love, and have for many years
I'll cry again, but happy tears