Long Naiad Poems
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The waves crushing her tiny body with striking blows
White creamy wash caresses her golden skin as the wave slows
Moving sluggishly towards the horizon
Because of a recurring vision she hopes she’ll arise in
Her feet digging deep into the sand as it sinks between her toes
Emersed, with arms folded she prepares and off she goes
The cool oceans breeze kisses her beet-red cheeks
It knows what she’s come for and what she seeks
Sunshine drips onto coppery auburn locks shimmering, it lifts
A pale honey-wheat straw sunhat spins away and drifts
Almost completely submerged in salty brazen waters
Compelled at this point with the nauticus mythic plotters
Shut against blaring sunrays are her deep emerald eyes
Her sunburnt face gazing up at vanilla skys
She meditates on what had before appeared, a glimpse
Of the siren with long flowing raven hair and other nymphs
Teeth chattering to tapping sounds like wooden castanets do
Contain her trembling lips she can’t, they turn purplish merlot-blue
Shaking from an Autumn’s cold spell, she imagines she’s a mermaid
But diving in opaque murky silt wasn’t what she had expected
Her bare flesh emerging from impure poisonous rot of green
Blood red ripples dripping from the clouds that are unseen
Neither she nor the fierce Cyrene, Apollos wife the naiad should dread
Numbing overcomes her at last she hears the siren singing in her head
Paralyzing fragments of her hallucination now bestow
A gifted sacrifice her (secret thoughts) needed for soothing waves to flow
In the distance a cranberry sun sets, now streaks of pink implores
A darkened blue-green sea, maroon and sapphire shores
A beautiful mermaid appears and thanks her for her secret thought
That only love for the deep blue sea (the ocean is life) and to all this be taught
A wreath of melancholy clouds sigh
Sigh beneath the boundless sky
The mavis sings upon my heavy head
Of delusion love and memories embed
Ah' distinctly now I remember-
Your cold arms of dure November
Caressed the veins of crocus flower
And the mavis sang upon an odd hour
We forgot an agony in somnolent days
And the coldness in ember blaze
We loitered down the moonlit shadow
Till the edges of brazen meadow
These two hearts throbbed in coyness
In a myriad stars with such loveliness
With such loveliness you adore
But who have known its not evermore-
Whispers the naiad closer the rush of stream
To let go of her who wanders within a dream
But how with such loveliness I adore
Who I have known her forgotten lore
And I have seen her burning blush
With quite cooing of dove in gentle rush
While my breath lure in her hearts within
My dream carols and smelt her jasmine
This weary beats and my dreamy eyes
Remembers the melancholy cloud that sighs
.
she spot'd mine from
'cross creek
thuh
eye'n hern wink'er
so
now confess
i
'tiz not
or
'tweren't
eve
'twere thuh
naiad
thick hypnotic
wet
and i thuh simple
man
*'tiz thuh "dip drip"
<]')
Your hair gathered in creamy layered,
Mirror into style where the wind rose,
With liquid gold comb brightly flared,
Today embraces the color you choose.
Where your beauty goes with the glow,
Flapping in royalty reigns, we can see
The resemblance where the daisies grow,
Fringe smiling on that face many want to be.
You had a different shade a year ago
Tarnished with brush, rain, and snow.
I see your new look cool saturating hue,
Crown in the turbulent perfumed window.
Startling views fill with hairline curves,
Where have the black pearls design gone?
Give yourself dimensions with the magic drapes,
The contour of new chignon catching on.
Nature never needs to ask for change of light
Nor find reasons why the sunset has faded,
With warmth, your personality is shining bright,
Natural beauty and love make the finest grade.
Both Sunrise and sunset are reflected here
Different hairstyle reflects different personality,
As you look at the well-set glow in the mirror,
Braid lengths drift shortly with mesmerizing beauty.
By measure, the aim was uniquely different
The new look has found the place to display
Asymmetric flare, tease and renew temperament,
Of weaken flakes that last year’s texture blew away.
When the Windrush lingers on top of your head
And try to spoil your secret bun of loveliness,
Your naiad airs roam too indelible unfaceted
from the grandeur that your portrait possesses.
The dreadlock which flows down to the seas,
In freedom roll rocking from restraining view,
Tradition and celebration bring the world to its knees,
Crop clean, a fantasy that shall always be you.
.
'bout that fjord in
norway
that naiad
frolic'n 'bout it
who caused mine brief
lure
into thuh forest
tuh think i
jejune
regard wet
raiment
'twere
thuh fairy tale
yup
I mean
yeah it were
"she
lurrred me
with sweet redolence
and
wet linen"
thuh readz
tale
in all candor
Quiritation, quintessence.
Quirister, chime in.
Sickle moon, slivered crescents.
Harvest, glitter grin.
Quickening, quill? Quoth, quotum?
Grapes of wrath, red tide?
Shelter well, velarium!
Vinomadefied!
Viscid, visibilia?
Victrix, vair, vespoid.
Squirrel, thin ice? About me thaw!
Wasp, be paranoid!
Balefire, baetyl, bedaggle.
Ballyhoo bold, bagarre.
Nacre, naiad? Ne'er naggle!
Baisemain? Bizarre!
Blind bandelet? Binausic.
Belie, binaural beat.
Baragouin, barbette brick!
Blind, basiation? Bleat!
Best, bathysphere? Bathysmal.
Batrachian bateleur.
Ailed, apathy? Abysmal!
Bought ticket, took tour!
Abased or abacinate?
What is left to see?
Death and Doom, dread not thy date!
Just move in with me!
Abodement, abnegation?
Bad omens to renounce?
Chaos, cold is creation!
Pound, buy not the ounce....
Written: September 20, 2026, for a contest sponsored by: Constance La France
Quote: Heaven is dawn, light, last waking, and eternal refuge—a permanent peace beyond life cycles.
The dying light dissolves in crimson tears,
gilded gates shimmer through the haze of years.
A life carried afar torment that raged through
still smoulders under my name—a mute scar too.
The soul’s eternity, a star for weary eyes—
A mystery that binds our mortal ties.
What waits, when mortal breath may cease?
Some swear nothing waits—just dreamless peace.
One glimpse alone could set me to my knees
upon circassian ground, where radiance flees.
Face to face with the Source, the soul of all—
a hand that shaped my rise and charted my fall.
The purest water blesses cheek and tongue
and cleanses every stain of all I've swung.
My past, littered with dirt, is fully unseen
In large rooms—hyacinth gems pulse lean.
No honeyed halls, no redeeming grace,
just flesh returned to dust, all souls embrace.
We view majestic xanadu, lilies ablaze in silver hush
where naiad airs tunes drift as starlight, no blush.
Still awestruck, bathed in seraphic light,
I hear creation thunder—dulcet, bright.
No night, no pain—what once was torn souls;
flowers bloom—kindred spirits cleave us whole.
When every wrong is answered at the last,
Our severed spirits join and hold steadfast.
There waits a house for me on golden shore,
Exquisite, undeserved—yet mine evermore.
A methylated river,
Is cursed forevermore
Its waters will forever,
Lap a sulfur shore
A crimson fire river,
Of burning and sulfur,
Forever will be known as,
The Nahar di Nur
Its waters burn and blister,
They tortuously bend
To Tartarus below,
They slavishly descend
The crimson fire river,
Of burning and sulfur,
Forever will be known as,
The Nahar di Nur
I murmured to myself,
“How desolate a sight!
To behold, on this mountain,
On this supernal night!
What demonic Naiad,
Has done this to the land?
Was it Angel, or Watcher,
Nephilim, or Man?”
A Naiad of the forest,
Suddenly appeared
She told me, speaking softly,
(Which pacified my fear)
“I am no Angel, nor Watcher,
Nephilim, or Man
Yet I will surely tell you,
Who did this to the land”
“The crimson fire river,
Was once a lucid stream
It waters had the clearness,
Of a lucid dream
The fragrance of the river,
Perfumed the summer breeze
Its all-surpassing beauty,
Excelled the Pleiades”
“Yet now, the crimson river,
Is cursed forevermore
Its waters will forever,
Lap a sulfur shore
The methylated river,
Contaminates the land
Polluted by the wanton,
Activities of Man”
When the Naiad finished speaking,
She began to gently weep
Tears had starting strolling,
Down her silent cheek
She said, “Oh, in exile -
I must leave this weary land,
I must go and find a place,
Faraway from Man”
“To find waters everlasting,
As the streams within
The waters of Meribah,
The rock of Rephidim
Yea - I must fly away,
To the streams within
The waters of Meribah,
The rock of Rephidim”
Then the Naiad vanished,
And was seen no more
The only sight was current,
That lapped a sulfur shore
And the only sound was silence,
Yet unbeknownst to me
The Naiad still was weeping,
For all eternity
And the methylated river,
Is still crimson to this day
Forever will its waters,
Lap a sulfur bay
A crimson fire river,
Of burning and sulfur
Forever will be known as,
The Nahar di Nur
Triton:
We are here for the gathering,
For the awakening of our nearest stars.
We care little of what the other has to say.
We only want what's best for ourselves.
Nereid:
I've been dust-flexing for many suns now.
I grow weaker with each turn.
My level of solitude in the white realm, though,
Never feels burdensome
Naiad:
These are all things to consider
Loops threading our thoughts,
Like the music, we are waves and
Vibrations.
Thalassa:
Ssshhhhh
I am trying to sleep and
There are no more secrets anymore anyway
We are stuck out here in
Wonder and contentment
I contend to nap!
Despina:
Huusshhhhh...
Because silence is our friend
There's been no meteors,
No blurring debris for ages!
Let us be thankful...
Larissa:
I am thankful that I have you
And me,
And I'm thankful to feel thankful,
Though panels from other realms keep falling--
We are changing!
Proteus:
I will recite something I heard
right before my last collision:
You're going to get hit again and again
And again and you're just gonna have to learn to take it.
(Ahem). That's how I feel, I guess.
Galatea, Shepherd Moon, floated
Akimbo to the Milky Way,
Listening to the noise of the others
Listening to a universe of lovers.
My love is like a corpse
Upon the gothic floor
Where I have wept till soul is dry
With eyes like corpses when they rise
Behold the sun which melts away
Dying daily with no shame
What shone what found I cannot say
But love is cruel in its way
A kiss like vampires delight
To feed so rabidly at night
As lips of tender crimson drip
Strange man should pine to die like this
And low a shadow in the trees
With moon—and sun upon her knees
Tis darkness in its velvet garb
The mother of my morbid heart
For there are shadows like to trees
They grow surplanting us beneath
Their roots are sorrow in our heart
Such is the macabre of their art
As when upon the listlessness of world
I roam or linger and the breeze
Has coughed and spat its mist on me
A kiss oh naiad of the night
Those lips have cursed my mortal plight
A kiss as soft as corpses breath
Imparting unto me
Some faint but mellow memory
Of love-as love is tragically