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The start of the end draws near
I fear
The fake star
Up there so far
Shinning so bright
In the night
Not real
Made of steel
No big deal
The old comes crashing down
To the sea to drown
Misses Nemo
To the sea it will go
It carries a passenger on it's shell
After a spell
In the water it is alive
In the salt it does thrive
Across the waves it will spread
All that crosses it ends up dead
Changing sea life as we know
To late it starts to show
Poisons the water we drink
Now it comes out of the kitchen sink
Gives all a rage
End of our age
People go mad
So sad
No cure
Pain so pure
People cry
As they die
Death falls from the sky
Nowhere to hide
As the lions kill their own pride
People lie dead in the street
Killing all they meet
From the mind of madness
Such sadness
The tomorrow I see
Things that could possibly be
The beginning of the end
Of a life of pretend
Locked in my mind
Never know what I will find
Biography
The wind blew hard last night
the bedroom window was open I was too lazy
to get up and close it.
I was thinking of writing my biography but found
my life was too tedious to write about it,
Anyway I have only come alive for the last thirty years
before that, I lived in a bubble of self-loathing,
Of course, I could have written about my many illnesses
but I dislike self-pity.
I used to be a seafarer and remember vaguely how bored
it made me after ten years; sea life is for losers.
I could have written about women there has been a few, but most of
my affairs were insignificant, sex has no purpose if love is not involved.
I finally got up found a blanket and slept till nine.
Self-biography is mostly self-serving, and we only remember
the right part and our pretension.
A dance of elegance they leap
in grace of movements sweep
moonlights skipping on the waves
upon the circuits the currents paves
A Spanish Dancer twirls her skirt
whose painted like a rainbows shirt
Your works oh Jah blanket the Sea
where creatures frolic internally
Where Leafy Dragons in Reefs foray
the clown fish in anemone play
the razor fish like knives in sand
but foolish men think it's not planned
Where fierce and tender Orca steals
the infant pups of many Seals
where coral forests the oceans floor
the groves of Kelp hide many more
Odd companions the crab and shrimp
who share a hole like common tent
on flows the cisterns of the Deep
the lair where Leviathan do sleep
There flying fish cavort on wing
wild aquatic souls live and sing
here Dolphins cartwheel in escapade
in pods their dancing a parade
Who understands the Songs of Whales
who carry calves and smack their tails
to starfish who cling the rock of Beaches
here low tides the mussels reaches
These lives mankind has proved a danger
to poison Seas palace he is no stranger
Here predator man competes with Sharks
in every Sea his fatal marks
The Shark only does his hunt for meal
Mankind's a predator who kill and steal
Toxic pollution down rivers flow
the dead zones that kill the life below
Life perpetuates itself by designers plan
We question it's survival , it's death by Man
Those who love the earth these traits resist
There's too much beauty divinely kissed
COPYRIGHT © 2014 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
The earth is revitalized and replenished by 2120.
Gardens of Eden are thriving in warm places.
Beaches are comfortably secluded and pretty.
Pollution and smog are misunderstood words.
After the giant cleanse of 2021, many humans died off.
Giving Gaia an opportunity to thrive once more.
The forests are taller, more wildlife and song birds.
The oceans are clean, filled with larger sea life.
The survivor’s grandchildren have no concept of stress.
Freeway driving is not terrible, for there are less cars.
Working from home is the norm through videoconferences.
All interviewing, weddings, funerals, and school sessions are online.
There is no eight-to-five job; jobs are ten to two, with an hour for lunch.
Research indicated this is much more productive.
The city parks are not crowded; there is no waiting for a swing.
There is always a place for you to go and play.
Meditation is encouraged.
Vertical Sea
Arise horizons tell us what you see
Vertical rain comes on high wave conclusions adrift in mist
Fortunes waiting out on the sea for men who come in ships
So much rain came in from all directions in one instance
Sanity was questioned at a distance along with risk
Vertical rain broke portal windows with such force
Eighty mile winds crashed in as well
Distracted men at playing cards, drinking rum for fun
Now huddled in fear within the thin skin cabin
No one slept inside the dead of hour’s darkness
Troubles bounced up and down out there
Pirates in the past fumbled their rich existence down
A new crop of water warriors can be found to take their place
Doubloons are buried in dark quarter’s underwater world
Above and below deck, inundated with storm and fear
Between each plank the storm took out more men
No thick skinned seasoned soul could harness or hold on
No salty language sailor could be heard
Above the tumultuous storm
The fierce beast rolled in on angry nature’s back
With it, folding over fifty foot waves, came torrential rains
Which pounded heavy on the bow
Churned up rogue waters on the vulnerability of sea life
Nature itself turned on them in adept ferocity
In violence it flipped the ship
Showed contempt for every soul on board
With total disregard for life and limb
And complete indifference towards the sailors
The blackness, void of light, could not help these tyrannical conditions
The monstrous storm consumed more than the rain
It drank up men and drowned them
Others flew in all directions
Most of them broke necks, died before they hit the deck
Instantly killed, dragged into the cold dark depths as well
All steps were in the wrong direction, in favor of the waves
They could not even cower in the craft or say a prayer
The boat and men turned upside down
The ship had splintered into nothing and flew into the gale
Only three men remained, bobbing on the giant waves
Flapping their arms like molested chickens on the sea
Tossed in every direction but straight ahead
Rogue waves were in control, in hysterical rage and agitation
No one knew what happened to the crew
They were never seen again
a massive coral reef just off the shore
of a tiny island in the South Pacific
a tropical reef filled with sea life galore
breathtaking and stunningly majestic
like an enormous rainforest on the sea floor
rare kaleidoscope of colorful sea creatures
a fishdom of seldom seen underwater life
even a crevice hiding a notorious moray eel
a reef so magnificent, an oceanic cathedral
a community of sea life in a grand display
exotic swimmers in an oceanic aquarium
gracing the reef with healthy marine life
offering much for visitors to that domain
begs it be respected and kept pristine
this grandiose basilica of the blue sea
surface floaters unable to dive appear
like bobbing corks on a fishing pole line
static observers, yet witnesses to divine creation
while skilled divers invade the watery nation
the abode of sea inhabitants extraordinaire
a face goggle view has its rewards
though surface viewers covet those of
the divers who can fathom the deep
viewing the ocean floor’s beauty mark
a kingdom of oceanic life of divine art
surface views are provided with small
portions of the reef freshly harvested
but a rare experience is squandered
because of the inability to dive deep
a lack borne with shame and regret
those who dive deep gain profoundly
by interacting with the life of that watery den
while those fear of depths are deprived
as others dive and find rich treasures
that the surface viewer never discovers
being a surface viewer can be humiliating
causing awareness of one’s shortcomings
taking what others gained at great effort
with risks that only success could unfold
gracing the lesser with hard-earned gold
Nature consists of balances ever so delicate
Eco systems and life hanging on the edge
Man oversteps boundaries in his desire to develop it
Leaving death and destruction in the wake of his dredge.
From deep underneath waters supporting sea life
Oil is pumped to rigs riding on top of the waves
When used, the pollution enough causes much strife
When ruptured, disaster results requiring a save.
We watch from afar as waters turn black
Terns and fish washing up on the shore
A mistake from which we cannot turn back
Oil of destruction continues to pour.
We can curse executives of the big companies
We can find fault with the slow political aim
We can cry, “Where exactly were the contingencies?”
But by allowing it firstly we all are to blame.
The greatest tragedy in life is to experience the pain
But have the lessons learned from it lost
So from this event let’s hope man can gain
The wisdom to be more careful, no matter the cost.
I often think about Earth's oceans- deep
and taking up three-quarters of its size.
Our continents are islands in the sweep
of water worlds- alive beneath our skies.
Great depths of liquid mystery are they;
home of the largest sea life we have seen,
like whales- or giant squid that hide- away
in deep, dark voids below the surface scene.
Some life within our oceans do defy
the rules of nature that apply on land;
all shapes and sizes- lights that glorify
with bioluminescence- colors grand.
So many unsolved secrets lie within
the darkest depths of this aquatic realm.
Like cosmic space- our oceans are akin
in holding mysteries that overwhelm.
A universe its own, our oceans share
enigmas of strange life formed long ago.
Of many species, surely we're aware;
yet, others far from view, dwell deep below.
September 23, 2021
~1st Place~
Contest: "O" Contest, New Poems
Sponsor: Constance La France
Judged: 09/24/2021
The Failure
When I was bored with sea life
and walked ashore in Santiago
I could find no work except in house of ill repute
throwing out the rebellious and for some reason
became a father confessor to the women, not a good start
No one wanted a book- learned man who had read Nietzsche
so when the money was gone it was back to sea.
any ship would do as long as I was paid so I could leave and
try my luck. I got a job on a Liberia type ship that looks as
it was ready to sink – it did after I left- for some reason
the ship was going to Norway it is a mystery we got there.
After years of self-disgust, I had a heart attack and the state
gave me a sick benefit which was not enough to live on
in Norway so I want to Portugal and stayed, there deep in
the interior and spent my time walking or writing
alternative poetry with little success, which disappointed me
that not being knows, until I realized it didn`t matter
I had found my Shangri La and that in the end is my goal in life.
Wild woman twirls her scythe with the power of the confident.
Mastery of underwater breathing aids her in her quest to fix the sea.
Scent of lilacs wafts off her.
I marvel that she has no idea she is attractive.
She is more humble than most beautiful can be.
Dolphins scatter, because we have tried to play with her,
But she does not play.
She is serious about getting the garbage out of the sea.
It is her day and night quest.
I have watched her fight many battles for the rest of us.
She does not tire.
Seems to have energy until each battle is won.
Where she goes to recuperate is unknown.
It is her! The sharks whisper.
For even the man eating of their kind are afraid.
Wild Woman has been in full tilt serious mode all of the time,
since she was a toddler goddess child.
I blame her grandparents who raised her, and never let her be carefree.
She has never had a day of laughing or playing.
Wild woman has sensed something.
I watch her pause. She marches toward a large gray blob in the ocean.
Whether it be man or beast,
she is nothing but courageous in her determined sway.
The champion of sea corals, sirens, whales, and variety of sea life.
She feels every aspect of the sea concerns her.
She protects us in every way.
It will be a lucky god who takes this superior sea goddess for his wife.
Although she is independent and will be all right if she stayed single.
Something I cannot say about most sea goddesses.
The sirens would probably disagree.
They are often gloating about their wiles in catching their mermen.
Due to her self-confidence and determination,
Wild Woman would do okay whether single or alone.
I can vouch for her. But as a dolphin, I do wish she would learn to play.