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Strange Unicorn of the Sea,
we solved your mystery.
Of Arctic Ocean fame
you are Narwhal
as named.
Unicorn
of Sea,
our fascination
crept for secrets
you had kept about
tusk's outside nerves;
what uses do they serve?
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Allows you to communicate.
A great aid to seek a mate.
The perfect sword to joust;
the feared enemies to oust.
Safest water space ensures
by measuring temperatures
and the water pressure too,
gauges spaces to get thru.
Long pick to break the ice;
an excellent, sharp device.
Pinpoint your hidden prey-
use a sensory-based way.
You measure out at sea;
saline levels guarantee.
Survival tools evolved,
so the puzzle's solved.
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Deep ocean mystery
our Unicorn of Sea,
you are Narwhal
by name with
firm Arctic
Ocean
fame.
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THE ONE WHO FOLLOWED THE STORM
A postlude to The Tenth Wave
And I felt helpless, as I could do nothing
But watch them sway in the wind out to sea
Hush, hush!
There, yes, right there, if you squint you can see it
Among the debris, there, yes, right there! can't you see?
There was one, yes, indeed, listen to me, says I,
Right there!
Where?
Over there...
...He seemed to come right from nowhere
When it was thought that all breaths had been taken,
Came a salty puff of water, and then
Like a little ship, a living ship, with a bow and a stern,
And most importantly, a pointy little mast at the tip
The small twisty horn which took a spot of the moon
One narwhal, young and carelessly breaching
Like any child would, split for a moment from his tribe
To watch the ghostly stillness of the ocean with soft wet eyes
Before he bobbed back with mothers, fathers, sons, daughters
To discover new lands, new lives and loves..
Under an orange sky and giant rainbow, Mestor, the free spirited son
of Poseidon, God of the sea, earthquakes, storms, and tamer of horses, climbs upon
his Narwhal, the unicorn of the sea. Setting off with bounding leaps through the
waves the beast travels at full speed.
Ten foot long spiraled tusk protrude from the head of this beautiful beast and point
towards Atlantis.
As he powers on, he listens to faint clicks, whistles, and knock sounds in the wind of
his friend who is following him.
Across the cold icy Arctic water, with excitement and adrenaline pumping, he forces
a path over and through the waves.
Wind sweeps across the dark curly hair on his face as he admires the energy and
power that the ocean waves hold.
His piercing icy blue eyes make him ruggedly handsome and lets one know that he
is in control.
A sign of glimmering movement along the beach in the silver wake of the moon
catches his eyes.
I hear a faint voice in the wind and Narwhal, the unicorn of the sea, drops me off
and I swim ashore.
Welcomed by my beloved Peitho, goddess of persuasion and seduction daughter of
Aphrodite who is waiting for me.
10/12/2015
Narwhal
The narwhal is the unicorn of the sea, a pale-colored porpoise found in Arctic coastal waters and rivers. These legendary animals have two teeth. In males, the more prominent tooth grows into a swordlike, spiral tusk up to 8.8 feet 10 feet (2.7 meters) long. The ivory tusk tooth grows right through the narwhal's upper lip. It lives year-round in the Arctic waters around Greenland, Canada, and Russia.
Have you ever been to the Arctic
and heard the "Tickling of the Ivories"?
That is the time when the Monodons
joust each other with their singular parries.
They have one thing in common...
A singular tooth that the males wear with pride.
They can swim, dive, and breach the water
on their 18 ft. plus sides.
They can move swiftly like the dolphin
when thru the water they glide.
They are not looking to skewer a meal
as in the ocean they hide.
What are these special creatures
that roam the seas so deep.
Their tusks were hunted in the middle ages
as Unicorn Horns for Kings to keep.
Related most closely to the Beluga
Linnaeus described them in 1758.
But they were well known hundreds of years before
As Vikings sought their tusks so great.
They do not eat Krill as do most whales
But dine on Halibut and Cod.
Their tastes are truly exotic
As they hunt within their pod.
They click and clack to each other
when they do communicate.
The future is getting tenuous
As to what will be their fate.
These are beautiful creatures whose 'Porpoise'
may be related to them all.
They have been oft featured on the Nature Channel,
We know them simply as "Narwhal".
the Walrus is an odd looking animal
but not as odd looking as the Booraffe
who has the tusks of a Walrus
the Anteater is an odd looking animal
but not as odd looking as the Booraffe
who has the head of an Anteater
and the tusks of a Walrus
the Narwhal is an odd looking animal
but not as odd looking as the Booraffe
who has the horn of a Narwhal
the head of an Anteater
and the tusks of a Walrus
the Giraffe is an odd looking animal
but not as odd looking as the Booraffe
who has the neck of a Giraffe
the horn of a Narwhal
the head of an Anteater
and the tusks of a Walrus
the Zebra is an odd looking animal
but not as odd looking as the Booraffe
who has the body of a Zebra
the neck of a Giraffe
the horn of a Narwhal
the head of an Anteater
and the tusks of a Walrus
the Crocodile is an odd looking animal
but not as odd looking as the Booraffe
who has the tail of a Crocodile
the body of a Zebra
the neck of a Giraffe
the horn of a Narwhal
the head of an Anteater
and the tusks of a Walrus
the Chicken is an odd looking animal
but not as odd looking as the Booraffe
who has the legs of a Chicken
the tail of a Crocodile
the body of a Zebra
the neck of a Giraffe
the horn of a Narwhal
the head of an Anteater
and the tusks of a Walrus
the Frog is an odd looking animal
but not as odd looking as the Booraffe
who has the feet of a Frog
the legs of a Chicken
the tail of a Crocodile
the body of a Zebra
the neck of a Giraffe
the horn of a Narwhal
the head of an Anteater
and the tusks of a Walrus
not that you can see his feet
because the Booraffe wears slippers
just like Grandad’s
It would be a wondrous thing
If I chanced to see
Unicorns of ocean deep
Swimming nearby me.
Each one with a spiraled tusk
Jutting from its jaw,
Swimming round about me; oh,
I would be in awe!
Clicking, squealing, whistling,
Swimming in their pod.
If I tried to join their group,
Would that seem too odd?
I could try to click at them
With my little tongue.
If I whistled, would they think
Songs were being sung?
Swimming with some narwhals though -
It will never be.
For I’d freeze so deep beneath
That cold Arctic Sea!
Written 10/9/15 in the 7/5 Trochee form for the Narwhal Contest of Skat
"In the Arctic Ocean, the echoes of loneliness are silenced by the stunning beauty of its icy waters, a living testament to nature's delicate balance between isolation and vitality." by Jami Patterson
"No, the Arctic does not yield its secret for the price of a ship’s ticket. You must live through the long night... You must have gazed on the deadness of all things to grasp their livingness." — Christiane Ritter, A Woman in the Polar Night
Arctic Depths
A sorrow sinks into the deep abyss
The crushing cold, a heavy, marble shroud
Where the faint sun forgets to ever creep
And whispers are not meant to be aloud
The water tastes of ancient iron, old
A bitter, sharp tang upon the tongue
As the deep secrets wait, forever cold
The immense weight of pressure, sharply flung
The narwhal glides in velvet, endless black
Its ivory spear, a purely ghostly gleam
Along the deep sea trench's lonely track
A silent, solitary actor in a dream
The ringed seals exhale a vapor white
Their large, dark eyes reflect the fading gray
A fleeting warmth against the endless night
Before the heavy darkness pulls away
A mournful silence fills the aching ear
A sensory, profound, and deep despair
For every sturdy creature dwelling here
Breathes in the ice-cold, heavy, chilling air
The mighty Greenland shark moves slow
A cold-blooded phantom, old and vast
Observing everything below
A living relic from the past
Its body is a dense and frozen thing
Moving through the current's icy sweep
No joyful sounds the deep can ever bring
Just endless, chilling slumber while they sleep
The Ocean floor, a vast, pale sheet
Where slow-motion currents gently flow
A rhythmic, cold, and soundless beat
The profound, dark truth the deep must know
In the northern hemisphere narwhals grow
With only two teeth you think that’s a poor show
But the prominent one grows into a sword
Breaking through from this creatures’ upper lip jaw
It spirals clockwise up to eight feet
This ivory tusk is quite unique
In the southern hemisphere it grows the opposite way
Counter clockwise biologist state
This tusk is a sensor they use for many things
Sometimes a contest to win mates of their dreams
They use this as a pick to break through the ice
This pointed spear will suffice
It's a very good weapon to ward of danger
In studies it’s also shown as some sort of ranger
It can even detect a change in external situation
Making checks it can pick up on temperature fluctuation
And a chemical analysis this sensor sends waves
It’s connected to this mammals heart and brain
They can slow it down or make it beat fast
This is one awesome creature of the past
That lives in the ocean deep and dark
A mystical warm blooded whale of the sea
A beautiful unicorn, you don’t often see
© Copyright KC.Leake
17th September 2015
All Rights Reserved
For Competition October 15th 2015
The Inuit call the Narwhal the one that points to the sky,
Because of their unique way of aiming their tusk upward;
The scientific name Narwhal means one tooth and one horn,
Narwhals are the subject of mythical tales, legend and lore.
Mottled white gray and black is their skin , so corpse-like,
Most spend the winter in Baffin Bay, northern Canada;
In heavy packs of ice, a world of giant crashing ice burgs,
A treeless white tundra that goes on forever and ever.
The Narwhal can dive down miles in the water to feed,
Sadly some die of suffocation due to the surface freezing;
They do need to take breaths through cracks in the ice,
One must wonder, why they choose this frozen location.
Narwhals summer in Hudson Bay, Greenland and Russia,
Moving through narrow channels during the spring melt;
They are threatened by overhunting by the Inuit for food and ivory,
Also from mining and drilling and from global warming.
Such amazing creatures, a fantastic animal of fifteen feet,
With this incredible long spiraled tusk, unicorn-like;
An eight foot flexible horn that bends to the left, mysteriously,
Actually a tooth that continues to grow all of their life.
All males have these tusks along with another smaller tooth,
Emerging from their upper jaw, with no apparent use;
Not anything to do with a weapon or for fishing or for eating fish,
It seems to be a beautiful male adornment for finding love.
Often they are seen rubbing tusks, this is called tusking,
It is thought to be not only part of mating but hierarchy;
Narwhals communicate by clicking, whistling and knocking,
A haunting sound the pierces the frozen silent ice world.
In past years, many were captured for scientific study,
However, they all died in captivity, it seems they need ice;
Some wild creatures are just not meant to be kept captive,
Many of God's animals are just suppose to be free in nature.
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September 19, 2015
Verse
Written by Broken Wings
For the contest, Impress Me With A Narwhal Poem, sponsor, Skat
Ninth Place
Beneath an orange sky and huge rainbow,
Mestor, free spirited son stops the flow
over his dad Poseidon,
God of the sea, rift widen
climbs upon his narwhal, puts on a show.
Setting off with bounding leaps through the waves.
Sunlit shafts shine in bright gleaming locks laves
beams, the beast travels full speed.
A fine beast a wreath of reed
around its neck towards Atlantis caves.
Mestor's unfearing icy blue eyes gaze
upon a dazzling mermaid saffron blaze.
Wind swept across her brunette
wet long hair, thoughts of a net
and human ways, hooted in shrill amaze.
Mestors woke amongst an ocean sand bed
of froth, sounds of laughter in the wind spread.
A glimmering pace along
the beach and a droll tone song
in the silver wake of the moon was shed.
8/1/2018
MESTOR A king of one the ten kingdoms of Atlantis--a mythical continent in the Atlantic Ocean. He was a son of Poseidon and Kleite.
http://www.theoi.com/Olympios/PoseidonFamily.html
In folklore, a mermaid is an aquatic creature with the head and upper body of a female human and the tail of a fish.[1] Mermaids appear in the folklore of many cultures worldwide, including the Near East, Europe, Asia, and Africa. The first stories appeared in ancient Assyria, in which the goddess Atargatis transformed herself into a mermaid out of shame for accidentally killing her human lover. Mermaids are sometimes associated with perilous events such as floods, storms, shipwrecks, and drownings. In other folk traditions (or sometimes within the same tradition), they can be benevolent or beneficent, bestowing boons or falling in love with humans.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mermaid