Long Sea coast Poems
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To watch the dark, and twinkling skies,
Brings joy and love, to my curious eyes.
To think of where we are today,
It sends my interested mind away.
To a place where thoughts and dreams come true,
To a place where all the planets are blue,
And green and round and full of beings,
An alien planet, that’s full of meanings.
You ask yourself questions, when so engrossed,
On what it is like, on the sea coast,
Of an alien planet, so far away,
To make you want, to run away
To catch a flight, to the nearest rocket,
Sail up to the stars, to go into orbit.
To glide by all of the shining diamonds,
To ponder and watch, at endless horizons
How much I would love, to visit the stars,
The velvet of night, the orange of Mars.
The blue of Neptune, the rays of sun,
The awe of earth, held by a gun.
The gun being held, by mankind themselves,
With pollution, mass production, and everything else.
A world gone to waste, our spot in the space,
A fact that no one, can seem to face.
I look up at the stars, whenever I see,
Through the polluted clouds, and satellite debris,
I see some worlds, untouched by mankind,
And think to myself, I hope we don’t find,
I hope we don’t find, a world to destroy,
We’ve already destroyed one, a child with a toy.
We can save the planet, we aren’t done yet,
We need to work, forget about debt.
We need to get rid, of toxic material,
It’s like man kind, is something bacterial,
A virus to the world, so beautiful and pure,
We don’t deserve it, and that is for sure.
To work together, is the only way,
To save the earth, from a gloomy fate,
Reduce the plastic, cycle to work,
Stop the cars roaming, we need to rework,
To come together, man woman and child,
To save the earth, before we’re exiled,
And end up doing what I first said,
And move to worlds, to break their bread
(tongue-in-cheek humor)
I understand there is a lawsuit, doc # 666, Neptune vs. Jersey. Apparently, windmills being put in the ocean off the Jersey coast was all done without consultation and approval by the Sea Council – who clam (ocean slang for claim) guardians of the sea coast, Loan Sharks, were paid by politicians to keep usually open mouths shut, and therefore the project went forward without public digest (a form of shoreline debate). Salacia, Poseidon, Neptune, and other overlords have their fins in a tizzy, equally upset about gender changing surgery being suggested to school fish pupils by gender fluid teachers also causing quite an uproar within the shallows and depths – stay tuned to the Splashy, your Prime Time Ocean News Network. This is written tongue-in-cheek, and any resemblance to real people or places is accidental and unintended. No truth in any of this to my knowledge.
PARTY AT HALLOWEEN NIGHT
I was not at all scared
but brave to boast
arranging Halloween party
being the host,
offering chocolate cake
and butter-toast,
whisky, beer with chicken
and turkey roast,
to vampire, venomous snake,
scary ghost,
witty wicked witch,
also cunning most.
Nocturnal owl screaming
sitting on post.
on Halloween Night
at remote sea-coast.
‘Sankofa’ In 'Safranbolu'
This bird from Ghana’s legends flies forward looking backward
In the Twi language twinned with indigenous souls and wisdom
the feathered friend suggests to go back and get it and I suppose
some fly backwards while looking ahead but then life is not only
Chronos but 'Kairos' with the meter entwined and composed
At this precise moment not alone in this moving instant it waves
and oscillates conjoining what was and will be when the present
is the past in a flash and one cannot step into the same river again
yet the future is shaped by the past the here and now a 'Kairometer'
transcending artefacts and boundaries into ‘truths’ and reality
The bird flies and time flows back and beyond near and far
further on wings and pinions with roots at heart
In ‘Safranbolu’ the ancient Ottoman town on the Black Sea Coast
and thus close to Ghana in real time place and connection
the old man had been tending the clock in the tower both man and
the turret free standing and wise still present and one
‘Seventy years’ as he explained pendulum hands and the wheels
What memories pride mechanics precision preserved aspiration and
dignity flying into the face of the clock and the distortions of time
Mustafa had climbed those steps so often had rung the bell
oiled the time keeper had not forgotten a day of his duties
had become one with the time piece and stood still many times
in awe of monument and pacing the sleepy old town yet
he flew forward so peacefully looking back in retrospect and respect
He has watched birds history duration impermanence imprinting the
meaning of a life worthy of living in honour of what is the present
20th November in all past and future revisited
Dusky evening merging Halloween night
Crowd of cloud on sky: Absolute no light.
Nocturnal owl and violent Vampire fight.
Octopus embraced Black widow too tight.
Me not scared, quite bold and brave to boast
arranged party, offered bread -toast,
beside a jungle near sea coast.
Groaning ghost tasted chicken- roast.
Venue selected: Haunted house.
Me danced delight with loving spouse.
Blue-green eyed cat chased macro mouse.
On floor crawling scorpion, louse.
Wicked witch showed long thorny nails.
Crooked crocodiles wagging tails.
Single shark ringing jingle bells.
Hawks in flocks attack me: Heart fails.
I'm intrigued by what there may be
'neath great depths of ocean and sea
Treasures lost from life's history
A mystery A mystery
What's buried under ocean sands
Pirate's plunder and wedding bands
I dream of finding pearls in strands
With my two hands With my two hands
Ancient vessels, sunken for years
found off the sea coast of Algiers
admired by Mesdames and Messieurs
Toasted with cheers Toasted with cheers
I'd drain one mile of a river
just one briny little sliver
What will its waters deliver?
Would I shiver? Would I shiver?
What secrets do the oceans keep?
Do monsters swim or do they creep?
I long to execute a sweep
In fathoms deep In fathoms deep
Curiosity in me wakes
To dive within uncharted lakes
and sea beds risen from earthquakes
How high the stakes How high the stakes
But sunken relics from the past
remain interred in oceans, vast
Bounty from ships with broken mast
My dream downcast My dream downcast
June 1st, 2022
Fascination and Awe Contest
Sponsored by Jeff Kyser
Poetry Form - Monotetra
Halloween party
I was not at all scared but brave to boast
arranging Halloween party being the host,
on a Halloween night at remote sea-coast.
offering chocolate cake and butter-toast.
Also to relish beer with turkey roast,
Guests were vampire, venomous snake, scary ghost,
wicked witty witch, crooked, cunning most,
Nocturnal owl screaming sitting on post.
Hawk and eagle fought hard at their utmost
both having curvy beaks, first and foremost.
Red and yellow light flashing on lamppost.
Party ran chaos till late night almost.
HALLOWEEN NIGHT Mono Rhyme
I was not at all scared but brave to boast
arranging Halloween party being the host,
offering chocolate cake and butter-toast
whisky, beer with chicken and turkey roast,
to flying vampire, venomous snake, scary ghost,
wicked witch, crucked and cunning most,
Nocturnal owl screaming sitting on post
on a Halloween Night at remote sea-coast
10/12/17
Edited on 10/23/21
'Halloween Monorhyme' Contest
by Caren Krutsinger
HALLOWEEN PARTY
Charcoal turquoise Halloween night
Deep dark as Moon absolute absent
Half-Full or Crescent, each is descent.
Nocturnal owl and Vampire to fight.
Me, not at all scared but brave to boast
arranging party in dark haunted log house.
Emerald-eyed black cat chased macro mouse
on Halloween night at stormy sea coast.
Being hostess, I offered bread toast
Wicked witch danced in guise of fairy.
Suddenly showed her face weird scary.
Groaning ghost tasted beer, chicken roast
Kids of Ghost carve sweet swollen pumpkin
Octopus spread tentacles twisted slight
Black widow holding octopus tight.
Valorous vampire, howling wolf jumped in.
Hawks came in flocks ringing jingle bells
Unicorn washed horn in blood with soap
Tug of war played with python as rope.
Me in haunted house trembling: Heart fails.
10/26/18
'Halloween Fright' Contest by Carolyn Devonshire
copper burns across an endless sky
competing caws claim salt, surf and sand
sailing high above slowly sagging carcasses
long forgotten at the edge of the world
buckled rails swim over a shimmering shingle sea
the largest of its kind, hinting at some other time;
engines once chugged to billingsgate from this beach
herring bound for the cinque ports
and they say women dragged each boat -
pulled them down to that shore’s faithless embrace;
the muttered prayers of mothers and daughters
casting their men out on fortune’s dark waters
now nets, set for a tide that came and went, lay
mouldering among those collapsing clinkers
as if the fisherfolk just left one night, fled
granting the gulls sole control of that desolate dominion
their toil and trade, the legacy of our fathers’ fathers
still lays there on that beach; haunts that huge cove
rich history, like in so many places, fading away
rotting, rusting, ruined