Long Diving Poems
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You’re starving and craving a pizza. The topping you want is ground beef.
But they've only got what you hate: pepperoni! Good grief!
You cannot agree with your newest friend’s crazy belief.
She screams at you, causing a big scene in public: Good grief!
You went on a cruise. Now your group’s at a popular reef.
Under water, you’re diving. The boat leaves without you! Good grief!
You have to go meet with your workplace department’s new chief.
Then you find out the guy is the neighbor that hates you. Good grief.
You’re told that the wait for your doctor is sure to be brief.
At last it’s your turn, but he’s called out for surgery. Good grief!
There’s only one pill on the market that gives you relief.
It’s the one your insurance won’t cover at all. Good grief!
There’s trouble a plenty that robs you of time like a thief.
However, be glad if the worst that you get is GOOD grief!
REGAINING SANITY
I wake up to the waft of a warm sea breeze,
The rock and roll of waves entice and tease,
The thunderous African sea crashes down,
But beyond this crashing and prancing,
There is calm,
Where surfers pattern the ocean forming
A majestic human crown!
We go down to the beach, it is early morn,
Sight two whales and a large
Pod of dolphins
Which leap up and dive, repeating this action,
Within a fraction of a fraction
Of a second, until they
Reach their destination.
A wild paradise where seagulls fly above,
Squawking diving and looking eagerly
For their next meal,
Even if they have to steal,
From their comrades!
The tide goes out with a forceful current,
I saw a fin lurking close to shore,
Perhaps two sharks a formidable pair.
But several dolphins narrow their path,
The sharks disappear!
We spend the morning lying on golden sand,
The sea was inviting but the waves
Still crashing, dancing, frothing
And churning.
The suns gentle rays,
Tickled the ocean,
As if they have swallowed
A love potion!
And the water sparkled
Resembling little diamonds
As they bobbed up and down,
The sea looked like a dance ball and
Ladies wearing brilliant ball gowns.
We go back to our flat and sit on our
Spacious balcony,
Watching the ocean and relaxing,
And regaining, redefining our sanity!
Ordered sushi from downstairs and with
A glass of wine,
It’s definitely now siesta time!
"Two doves in white flying, feathers glow beneath the morning's rainbow colors." ... Quote by Charles Messina
A flock of doves flying and diving,
only to rise over mountain's crest.
A flash of silver they form, surviving
echoes of rain, as they fly abreast.
Behind, two white doves that fly alone
I wonder why--surely they're not outcast.
They appear as alabaster--Heaven's stone,
Perhaps angelic doves, their purpose vast.
Roused from slumber, zephyr: morning's guest
gently blows raindrops from cloud's face;
as rainbow will soon begin her after-shower quest:
of veiling skies in mists of multi-colored lace.
Toward edge of sky, clouds begin to flow
pause to gaze at sight unlike any others:
Two doves in white, flying, feathers glow
beneath the morning's rainbow colors.
November30, 2022
for "Colors in the Sky Poetry Contest
by Mystic Rose Rose
There is more warmth here
Curled beneath
The sickly, flickering halo
Of the streetlamp outside your house
Than I ever managed
To pull
From your skin
The heavy, reckless snow
Tangling in my eyelashes
Melts softer than your voice ever did
Evaporating with every blink
Until I can feel the stinging flush of blood
Creeping back into my face
A reluctant reminder
Of what a pulse
Is actually supposed to feel like
You were colder
Than the unmade mattress
On my side of the bed
You slept huddled up
Safe and cocooned
Like your mother still tucked you in
While my goosebumps
Became permanent fixtures
In the draft
“You should see him in my dreams,”
I confessed to your ceiling
In the hollow hours that chewed me alive
While my fingers traced
The little black curl
At the nape of your neck
“One touch of him
In that faded
Band shirt
Was like a swarm
Of manic butterflies
Diving headfirst into electric barbed wire”
But really an intimacy
Flatlining
Into rigor mortis
An ache so violently heavy
It calcified against my ribs
Like the residue of gin and bad decisions
So was it me?
Was I just a rough draft
Of someone else you wanted?
Did the quiet crush you enough
To play house
Only to want to lock the front door?
Did you just
Want to sleepwalk
through my lifetime?
Now I know
why your ceiling
never said anything back
But hey, at least it’s warmer here
Industrious buzz of solo bee search jackpots
Unashamedly trial diving in each lurid shell
Stickier with every trumpet he giddily accosts
Finds further stupor in fluted sweet compel
Ruffled taffeta petals burn, vibrant five
Three wiggle flame fingered fringe
Other two tatooed with burgundy stripes
From lettuce pincushion, stigma begins
Sunray stamen sprawl in honey encomber
Moonstone luminous stems prop soft discs
Trajectory of butterfly nimbly discovers
Floating foliage furtively stows gifts
Dragon green bud shyly pokes firey tongue
Slender tailed specimen, paisley tadpoles
Wrinkled brain seed pod trio, stem strung
drop to dappled damp below leaf parasols
Peppery nutrients for permaculture novice
Exolosion rockets across neglected plots
Blue hued leaves store vitamins various
Simmering subdues mustard sting hot
Cultivator pleased by brazen ease of transplant
Straight on dirt section masts round flags raised
Twine's gems invite insect activity, gaity radiant
Vein laced faces sway atop secret paper blaze
26th July 2020
Written for Contest: 'Petal, buds, blossomd, bees,
birds, butterflies!'
Sponsored by:
Silent One
senses
it is about now knowing what you know except in certain circumstances
when fractures appear; when the past and the future merge.
The authorities were looking for a sunken U-boat using underwater drones
they found many things
A brig, sunk in a storm a luminosity of a lone figure looking up and smiling
before turning into unseen dust.
A German U-boat surrendered, waving a white cloth but such was the hatred
the boat was sunk anyway
They found the submarine had a design flaw when diving too steep an angle
the sub could not rectify itself but kept going down.
They heard and didn’t hear the scream of a young realizing he should never know
the sweetest love.
The fifth dimension is the moment when the past and the present merge and
everything is understood clearly but never spoken of
A cacophony of sounds, all jumbled together
Random notes, dissonance everywhere
Violin bows saw the air lazily, effortlessly
Then furiously, chins pressed hard to instruments
Flautists' lips wistfully poised above the holes
In a flash, diving deep into spritely melodies
Trombonists' brass bars sliding outward, then back inward
Deep tones scale upward, peak, descend again
Trumpeters' cheeks bulge outward, double-chins aflame
Beet-red faces, fingers marching, horns tootling
Cymbals clang and clash! Drums beat and boom!
Clarinets clamor... A cello... An oboe... The conductor's in slow-mo.
All this, prelude to a performance quite grand
To the concert forthcoming -- Strike up the band!
Here is how poets
And writers will use
Blues to hold interest,
Uplift and amuse...
One may describe
A pair of crystal eyes as
Sparkling like diamonds
In the Sapphire skies.
Or express how diving in to the
Deep Blue ocean heart of another
Is part of the magic involved
In getting to know each other.
They may rejoice with song
How a Baby Blue sky on a sunny day
Brightens their outlook, energises
And chases the blues away.
A persons spirit may be
As refreshing as Aqua
The qualities of a good friend
To cherish forever after.
A special someone of value
May be considered Royal Blue,
A treasure, a gem
True and loyal too.
Turquoise and Teal
May reflect beauty and zeal.
Ice Blue may suggest
Intensity and strength of steel
A person sincere and
Keeping it real.
When writing from their
Depressive zones,
Feelings are shaded
In Dark Blue tones.
In humour,
Blue can exaggerate
The colour of a person
In a very cold state.
Blue can be romanticised to woo.
Blue can convey deepest thoughts too.
Symbolism, reflection, meditation...
Blue can feature in many written creations.
Yes, this is how poets
And writers use Blues
To share their depth
Understanding and amuse.
Diving and dodging Halloween’s trick-or-treating brigade
Is something Witch Heldabeth could pretty much do in the shade.
She had plenty of experience, and her light steps were keen.
Her gymnastics well known in the Coven’s Pure Glade.
She did a few dives, to show off her well-honed skills.
Sent some children screaming back home to the hills.
Her cat shrieked with delight, and her owl rolled his eyes.
As she experimented with tricks that would truly surprise.
Heldabeth had some other stuff up her sleeve now for sure.
She was a Halloween marvel, in the Coven Glade Pure.
She did some dance moves that were extremely clever.
Realizing she would be known throughout, maybe forever.
What lies within these walls
I hear the siren calls…
I hear them in the midst of affliction
I hear them in the shadows of lies
Listen and you might find direction
Within these woods of misty lullabies
What lies within these tall towers
I hear the siren calls for hours
I hear them plucking silver soul flowers
I hear them resurrecting precious powers
Delighted to hear them calling…they blossom so beautiful
I hear them silently falling…colliding into their own black hole
What lies within those unstoppable eyes
Of unfathomable bliss, nestled in lullabies
What lies within those unbearable halls of hopefulness
What lies within those wretched walls of endlessness
I’m longing to go home in the rivers of dimensions
I’m longing to be at home with the oceanic missions
I’m ascending vigilantly in the waters of meandering woe and mere ecstasy
Then, I’m diving courageously and drowning in my gladness and misery
Mirror my pain and seek happiness from afar and all
Fervor rainfall is showering over me as I hear them call
What lies within these walls
I hear the siren calls…
I hear them gently echoing a tide of empathy my way
I hear them serenely call my name a million miles away
They remain in the lagoon of long-lost lamentation
The loneliness in their soul, longing for happy habitation
They are whirling and spiralling in the wind above and water below
Underneath the flowy surface, they bestow benevolence aglow