Long Sea Poems
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What lies beneath a sea of numb
Where ships of heart were taken down
Sunk to the bottom with the one
I hated and I meant to drown
For in its hull it carried pain
Instead of what its purpose was
And thus I had immense disdain
Because it never carried love
So yes, I set it in my sights
Then fired all I had and more
Carpet-bombing through the night
To sink it to the ocean floor
And when it finally disappeared
I flew away and did not know
The others ships were likewise pierced
Doomed just as well to slip below
They sank at random, one by one
The ships of pride and hope and fear
Of aspiration, sad and fun
The ship of peace, the ship of tears
The ship of drive, the ship of will
No ship was spared, the plight went on
They fell, and fell, and fell, and fell
Until at last all ships were gone
So now in silent flight I go
No signals come as were before
No guidance from the sea below
No hope of landing…anymore
…Jeff Bresee
A white plastic bag flapping on a stark tree
acts as a windsock if I needed one – I don’t.
The GPS guides my mind upon a flickering map
toward salt water
where silver fish are leaping into the cold air,
gulping at a low-hanging haze.
Still as stone is the marbled sky.
I have yet to arrive,
the shore is bereft of place and time yet.
We will all freshen up later.
Until I am there
I travel incognito using a name
I once found in a book of minor sorrows.
My niggling fret this day is a longing for the sea
here in the middle of a prairie
where buffalo slowly much the miles ahead.
The rolling rubber is impatiently whirring,
pining out here, speeding over dry dinosaur bones.
Five hundred aqueous daydreams ahead
a shore fish-restaurant is already
opening its doors.
Phillip Island Cowes
It was not long ago,
At the end of last year,
Beginning of the summer,
I came to this area,
Indulged swimming at the sea,
Hardly enjoyed any thing else,
Except strolling on the sand,
Along the shore and enjoyed writing poem,
With someone for the first and last time.
There was much more to explore.
Now the summer was over,
The Autumn's breeze swayes in the air,
The waves lingeres on the shore,
Whether the swells are big or small
And rough or soft waves movement.
That do not really matter at the moment.
I am back again, to enjoy the nature,
To mesmerise the good old days memories,
As time goes by every day.
Today, I travel alone with simple itinerary
Just relaxing, enjoying peaceful sightseeing.
It crossed my mind to go else where,
It had equal beautiful natural scenery.
However, the public transport,
Was not as adequate as before,
When I travelled to both memorable places,
On a divine summer day.
I did not realise, how lucky we were
Live in such a wonderful world,
With full of artistic nature.
I spotted an object from afar it was drifting towards the east
And the ocean current was flowing towards me and I could feel the pull of something bigger than me extracting my energy, and for a brief moment my whole body was heavy as lead and I felt as if I was dead, my breathing stopped suddenly but my engine was still moving.
Everything was still and I felt my whole body vibrating and water start filling up my mouth and body start sinking slowly into the floor.
I lost consciousness for a while and I couldn’t tell what was happing around me but I know that I was stuck in the middle of the sea and no one was locking out for me, but I felt something poking my side it was a signal that I was still alive .
A tug boat came to rescue me, and with one jerk daylight breaks through the roof and my body was back in tune and the dream quickly fades into the sun, and the morning was on the run.
I stood at the window and capture it all, the universe
was embroiled in a terrible brawl, the temperature
Was rising and the ice was melting and the soldiers began to march along the shores, the heat was so strong that it split
iceberg and toss it around and the people began to fear.
Oh what silence lies in the bottom of the sea, it is slowly moving
towards thee, it is floating with the waves and the current is it. From whence did it come? It is not a game; a familiar sound is moving it with the waves but only destiny knows where it will land.
A cradle is sailing in the expanse of the sea and it is coming to rescue you and me, put on your shoes and gathers the baits and make your way to the shore before half past eight. This time you will get the well-deserved break and you must not be late
There is a cradle floating in the distant sea and it has glad-tidings for thee.
The seagulls savored the mid-year mists.
You vanished today, the troubled void shouts.
You're giving up your rocky mountain place.
Will I ever sight you once, for my brilliance?
What is the finest place you've ever seen?
What is the most amazing place you've been?
What was your heaviest hunger ever unseen?
What's your best awning thing ever keen?
A stormy day drove away from the admirer.
in the dark sky, I'm waiting for a soul robber
No pale wings or delicate laughing voice.
Put my focus aside and let my soul rejoice.
I realize we don't need to tend the same way.
We are naturally endowed to be alive today.
If it's suitable, stroke me and erase tomorrow.
I'm not over here to grieve or suffer any sorrow
Written: February 11, 2022
A BRIAN STRAND FORMAL Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Prolific and fertile is this grand Earth, our nest,
and out in space, our Galaxies soundly attest
perhaps life just like ours has somehow coalesced
beyond our ordinary scopes of interest-
or maybe life exists that meets our common test.
Mysterious are circumstances only guessed.
What lies in those dark depths of seas where secrets rest?
These gnawing, stimulating thoughts will do their best
to hold attention to our 'unknowns' treasure chest
assuring long-term puzzles are pursued with zest.
When solved, assessed assured, we will have reached a crest
and we'll rejoice in knowing we have met our quest.
The candle loses nothing,
by sharing its flame,
yet there are nights
when I wonder
whether I've lost
the spark itself.
A broad reach begins innocently—
a hand extended
a question asked
a stranger welcomed
inside the circle.
Its beckoning horizon is vast.
The ripples sent out,
the echoes returned
stir a sea of answers,
and a storm
of unanswered questions.
To see through another's eyes
is to discover
how fragile certainty really is
how curiosity builds bridges
where judgment built walls.
It teaches respect,
yet can erode one's own resolve.
The tree with the deepest roots
casts the widest shade,
yet must divide its strength
between the earth and sky.
The river finds the ocean,
by winding in meandering curves,
never doubting gravity's call
to its destination.
But the further my gaze extends
across the broad reach,
the harder it becomes
to find a place to stand—
committed, resolved,
and so sure.
Seeing every side.
accepting too many arguments.
forgiving too many failures.
overlooking too many mistakes.
Brings conviction itself
to its knees,
and purpose begins to falter.
And so I drift upon the tide,
rich in perspective
inclusive and welcoming,
yet poor in direction
forgetting to trim the sails.
Easing the mainsheet,
going on a broad reach,
is comfortable and forgiving,
yet slower
when off course.
Time to sheet
the mainsail in tighter,
grip the helm
lean out to fight
the heel,
to trade comfort
for conviction,
to head directly
on the compass bearing
to a true point
on the horizon.
As men pledge allegiance to their demons,
seagulls shriek louder to warn God;
these creatures only have feathers
for clothes and don't feel a bit of cold!
How sullen the skies would be
without the presence of seagulls:
no shrieks, no flapping of wings...
and the saddest would be me!
I can walk to the breezy shore,
pick up a few broken seashells
ignored by those vagrants without lore...
as their rags are washed away by waves!
On these bright afternoons of stillness,
I go as far as the solitary beach allows;
I hear surfs crashing on low dunes...
only this wanderer stops and ponders!
As men pledge allegiance to their demons
and add more pride to their vanity,
seagulls shriek louder to warn God...
that what they are doing is absolute insanity:
launching space crafts and ignoring the needy!
A wise old man
standing up there,
on the cliffs, thinking
about all his life and mistakes.
Everything he did wrong,
everything he did right.
A sad and honorable man,
feeling blue, wanted to jump
to the dark and cold
waters to disappear forever into the ocean.
I couldn't understand why.
I could not understand
what the problem was with him.
I managed to take him to a tabern.
We had some drink and we talked a lot.
This man was a honorable teacher,
teaching from wrong to right.
His wife squeezed him
to get the best juice from him.
His daughters were abducted by an evil mum,
while he had no chance.
He was standing up on the cliffs,
watching the waves, watching the cold sea,
ready to jump.
I told him to come with me,
I told him, I will be all ears for him to be listened to.
An old teacher, an old man
taught me a lesson.
A young teacher told him another lesson.
We all have to learn, from old and young people.
By the way, he didn't jump in the end.
Now we are friends,
we talk a lot on the cliffs,
watching the sea in its mood.
We have our way.
"Inhaling the sea -- Lovers in the lap of
nature"
Inhaling the sea,
She primed my heart!!
Early morning going onto the sea bed,
My chubby cheeks blushed in red.
Inhaling the breeze, felt so fresh,
By that time, Remembered my Longlasting
mesh.
That salubrious weather, those scenic
charm,
Wanted you to be forever in my glorious
arm.
Ravishing beauty kept my eyes off.
In this pictersque environment,
Everything all around was happening.
Yes, This was the place where l wed.
Inhaling the sea, feelings came out from
the deep space of my heart.
This is the place where diara and I met for
the first time.
She primed my heart.
Embedded mountains, Turquoise blue
lake,
Don't want to be under impression which
was fake.
Ocean of dreams I had,
But she don't entertained me that was
sad.
But still, She was the Queen of hills of my
heart.
Morning exercise was only the reason,
Meeting each other every season.
Waves reached to its height,
She use to hug me tight.
With the rising sun and falling sunrise.
Holding her from her back,
Beyond imagination, carried precious
moments in my sack.
Trying to cope up long miles of
relationship.
Friction in my soul, asked me to commit
for marriage.
Emotionally connecting the extreme ends.
Feelings of each other bloomed.
Hugging her, strings of heart played in
beats.
Felt so blessed, gave me a feeling of
stardom.
Twilight walk on sea beach,
Soft rays of sun,
Filling empty heart with joy.
Sweetness of breeze,
Blueness of sky.
Wide flowing beach,
Along with a pretty attractive beauty in
peach.
Ohhh my icy sugar, You melt my heart.
In an eternal winter,
Frozen soul wrapped each other.
God blessed and she tagged me as her
kite runner.
Ohhh my Frankastein, I have got dipped in
you.
Red sky view, Flying colour of sun and
relaxed mind,
Stunning beauty, I am sinked in your
lovely eyes.
Best splendid moments I had being with
you.
Holding your hand had made a peace and
harmony of our feeling.
Yes inhaling the sea,
She primed my heart!!
By Madhavi