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Everyone’s going through a refining fire
Sooner or later,
But hold on
Be solid, whole
Be well-preserved
Protected from the eternal flames
Salt is Good worth
Salt is Good worthy
if it loses its saltiness;
It can’t season anything.
So don’t lose your flavour!
My child
My brothers, sisters
But hold on
Be solid, whole
Be well-preserved
Protected from the eternal flames
Be preservatives yourselves Preserve the peace
Live in peace with each other
Alleluia, Amen
Salt is good. But if the salt loses its saltiness
How will you season it?
Have salt in yourselves, yourself
And have peace with one another.”
Faithfulness does sometimes disturb the peace
And peace is sometimes obtained
Salt is good and salt useful
But if salt has lost its purpose, How will you make it salty?
Again within yourselves
Continually, and be at peace with one another
So don’t lose your flavour!
My child
My brothers, sisters
But hold on
Be solid, whole
Be well-preserved
Protected from the eternal flames
Be preservatives yourselves Preserve the peace
Live in peace with each other
Alleluia, Amen
7/12/19
Written words & arranged music by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
from anthology “PRASINGLY”
St. Mark 9:50
There is an immersive beauty you experience walking along the shore…
when you experience the sea….
as every sense your body possesses…feels it instantly.
You see an eternity of ocean heading over the horizon
like an endless watery floor…
You smell the salt air all around you…you hear the ocean roar.
You bend down to touch the water.
You taste its saltiness on your hand.
You remove your shoes and allow your feet
to become acquainted with the sand.
You find your voice is silent from the moment you begin
which allows your elevated senses to take all this beauty in.
As you gently walk in silence
finding peace and balance on the shore…
your senses having been unlocked…
are crying out for more.
It feels as if time slows down
just long enough for you to take a closer look….
and you cannot help but smile in this moment
happy this is the path you took.
When it’s time to go you thank the ocean…
whispering, “Don’t worry, I’ll be back to visit you some more.”
because you know you cannot stay away too long
one you have experienced the beauty of the shore.
Poem written on 10th November, 2025
for "The Earth's Oceans Poetry Contest"
by Constance La France.
"The sea sheaths her gluttonous grip in a calm candour."
quote by the author.
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From the Greek myth of the Titan Atlas, your name,
In saltiness, no sea can quite compare.
Your mighty footprints press upon many nations —
Only the Pacific reaches more shores and coasts.
You bore the deceit that chained Africans —
Changed the hues of faces in the Americas.
You ferried millions into dark living shackles —
A graveyard for rebellious ones.
Upon your blue-green belly wars were won and lost;
You echoed the Cuban missile crisis.
You swallowed the Titanic mid its pleasure trip,
Still hold Gustloff's nine thousand bones.
You foster commerce and the flow of trade,
Yielding black gold with tireless ease.
You guard rich treasures for mankind,
Yet hide your deepest secrets in your vastest depths.
Is it true that with earthquake you sank Atlantis?
Do you have a triangle that vanish vessels?
Have you assigned a coast to the Sargasso Sea?
All these rumours your silence spreads both far and near.
I was once called fraudulent, malicious
Life of lies, because would I even know
what the truth looked like.
What storm did I summon.
Head held down
Forgiving...
Forgetting, a constant
I sought familiarity in validation, in approval
I sought friendship in trauma bonds, shadows of brokenness,
whether glued or drying
People pleasing, being the fixer
Filling cups with shattered casings
Placing hands in sugary dough only to taste it's saltiness
I, a pleaser looking to be amongst the crowd, only to find
the crowd wanted nothing more with me
I was damaged goods washed ashore by Humberto.
It's winds ragged on, but I withstood her implications.
Her twisted storms of rain and shine
I summoned this storm without gust.
Fury forged within, felt like a boat with no anchor
like a plane without a pilot.
But, I a pleaser, a wanter of the crowd, the one who
sought validation within crooked lines, tested waters without heed.
Harvey blew from southeast, meandering till I solaced in emptiness.
Darkness opened it's arms, I climbed back into despair, a place I was accustomed to.
This fury forged, but unto who.
Storms of clouds align but I was left without wind to build a cyclone
Like tangled threads of yarn, I could not find my bearing
I thought the rainbow meant an apology for tumultuous weather
but those below saw no warmth in its rising.
Nor they in an Olive branch
They were content with hate
Content with flamed arrows stationed at the front
I sought to bury the storms that I summoned,
I built damns to hold it's fury
Erected walls to forge an alliance
Yet the surge of rain and thunder would not let up
I am like an island once occupied, now deserted
Storms that blew, took all that I knew
What remains are those that were true.
Each time I see:
The golden sun
The silver moon
The platinum stars
I see Thee, my Lord
Each time I hear:
The rain to fall
The brooks to murmur
The falls to roar
I hear you, my Lord
Each time I touch:
The morning dew
The blooming flowers
The tender leaves
I touch Thee, my Lord
Each time I scent:
The flower's aroma
The air's fragrance
The sea's saltiness
I scent Thee, my Lord
Each time I taste:
The ripen fruits
The sweet honey
The intoxicating wine
I taste Thee, my Lord
Thou are:
The source of my life
The reason for my being
The cause of my thoughts
The ruler of my feelings
The savior of my soul
Without Thee there is:
No meaning
No purpose
No grace
No salvation
Thus
Eternally
I would worship Thee, my Lord and shall
Devote my life to serving Thee in all humility
Claiming nothing for myself
But
Glorifying Thee with every thought, word, and deed of mine
In the best way, I would be able to
In the hope that I could help others the way Thee, would like
Me to do!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
11 August 2020
* This poem was chosen as POTD. Thank you all good friends who have contributed to this honor with their continuous support! God bless you!
I also thank the site for the bestowed honor!
My reefs look dazzling in the dawn light.
A sea of hypocrisy and lies that we must fight.
They are held to what they are allowed to view,
And yield when they grip their identity and hue.
I can hear sighing while I'm still close firmly,
Millennia ago, by beings apt to live eternally.
I can feel their vicinity and smell their fragrance.
It clasps me from behind and grabs my flagrance.
We follow in the footsteps of our predecessors,
And behave visibly toward enticing assessors.
There was an aiming brain area you won't believe,
As surely as a harp, we allow creeds to leave.
I hear mirth while a harp plays awe-tune finery.
Father was the donor, and I await your midwifery.
When it's dark outside and you can grip the stars,
I dwell under the glow of lightning and scars.
A royal seagull holds all distress and saltiness,
Tears of despair fall freely and with snottiness.
Something floats over the burdened couple,
You've lost much delight due to this supple.
My reefs of logic, mystery, and terra incognita,
Ouachitas goldsmiths were jarred by Amanita.
Adverse times allude to a poet's stark weary right,
Ideal lovers, Poseidon and the neat Amphitrite.
Stop at the limit of the path, and then proceed,
When did most souls stop using spiked metal?
Set on the inert tools and the virtue laws creed,
It's time for testing, for ages to avow their mettle.
My dark and grim retentions fulfill my dream,
Lulling tones of a long-forgotten cradle scream.
In the twilight, forlorn and tender songs unfold,
In the pulsing beats of entering and release, untold.
My reefs look dazzling in the dawn light,
A sea of hypocrisy and lies that we must fight.
They are stuck with what they are entitled to view,
Focus on the future, not their burial lot due.
My boat goes across a cool, undulating lake,
Seven stars' light bulbs burn dimly in my sake.
1st Place Contest Winner
Written: August 05, 2022
This or That, Vol 13 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
the air smacks of saltiness from the seas
I feel so alive
fresh like
and wired for the most intrepid of experiences
this sea has me
cradles me in it`s briny fingers
and shows me it`s marvelous creatures that inhabit its environment
the sea is home to whales and dolphins
sea urchins and star fish
that cling and move over the slimy slippery rocks at the bottom
I am drawn to the sea
as it somehow touches the emotional aspects of my being
bringing breath out of depths of these lungs
and wave upon wave
splashing my breath from the shallows onto the shoreline
I give myself over to the sea
it`s rapturous glories that bind my soul to it`s heartbeat
I think
my home is here
within the sea of my heart.
A single teardrop holds so much emotion
So much that it seems I am drowning in it.
Stealing my breath away, threatening to
Strangle the very life out of me.
These emotions I feel
Are raging deep inside my soul
Filling each teardrop with so much emotion
It is like a raging sea trapped inside of a raindrop.
Here I stand a midst the storm,
Each raindrop rolling down my face,
mingling with the saltiness of my own tears.
Unable to distinguish one from the other.
I am momentarily blinded by the flash and clap of lightening
I cry out for help but my screams are muted
by the deafening roar of the thunder that follows
The hurricane devastating the land around me
Seems to pale in comparison to fierceness and
severity of my inner storm.
But as with all storms
This dreadful hurricane that surrounds me
and the destructive typhoon
that rages within will also pass.
There is always a light at the end of the tunnel.
A rainbow at the end of the storm
There is always that small spark of hope that will
come rescue me from this devastation.
I will go on until the clouds become darkened and heavy
and can no longer hold onto the emotion
that is like a raging sea trapped inside a raindrop
A tear that will roll down my face
Only to be lost within the storm once more.
THE WAGE OF SIN.
What' should I call this?
Fortune or misfortune?
The fate of my curiosity.
Akin to that of the cat.
A child a blessing from God.
But this seem not to be.
A child out of wedlock!
A bastard they'll call.
My peers have forsaken me.
My mama I opted for.
The worst she has done to me.
She disowned me.
A salt that has lost it saltiness I'm.
What's the remedy to this.
An abortion is a sin, they say.
Leathal as well.
Enough caveats I got,
But I defied,
This grave I dug myself,
Surely I must lie in it.
My dreams shattered down.
Out of school I'm
The star that was about to shine.
Is turning dim daily.
?@Kipngeno Robin.
Tha Formidable Cheru.
Preservation quality
such is the essence of my functionality
along endowed saltiness’ purity
especially bestowed by the Creator Almighty.
Sodium chloride is my scientific identity
in human body, I’m an essential entity
helping maintain health’s activity
ensuring muscle and nerve integrity.
Flavor-enhancement magnifies my beauty
surely food-processing pursuits regard me as necessity
toward grand color and good texture intensity
aside from my nutrient-provision capacity.
Indeed I’m a valuable commodity
and I thank God for this significant opportunity…
even the Bible mentions my salt-vitality*
for mankind to consider, surviving against futility.
Mark 9:50 Salt is good: but if the salt have lost his saltness, wherewith will ye season it? Have salt in yourselves, and have peace one with another.
March 8, 2021
Personification in monorhyme
5th place, "SALT" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Anthony Biaanco; judged on 3/10/2021.