Long Seaweed Poems
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The heavens,
Of reaching them, have I set my aim
In their essence do I dwell
From their roots do I originate
And in them,
Lies my heart!
Yet, I shall renounce of them
Shall it be
That the whispers of the night
Scathe me!
I shall renounce of them
As, how am I to enjoy them
If I shall have to enjoy their
Thousands of moons
All alone?
I shall renounce,
Even if such shall hurt the Gods
I shall renounce,
As my cause remains that of love,
Love which have been paved
Here, in a realm which makes the purity
Of its bond even more difficult
Love, which has its meaning in the stars
Love, on which relies the cosmos
To keep its beating heart on!
Pray,
After all,
I did choose to fall for the sake of this love
I did choose to fall on an Earth
Which laughs at the misery of its children
I did choose to fall
Merely because the love willed to me
Clawed at my heart, tearing it into tiny pieces!
Being happy requires being selfish
In my selfishness
I choose to renounce of the heavens
Even if such would require
That my soul ceases to be!
Why, I remain, here
A puppet dancing to the tunes of fate
I remain, here
A being whose life belongs not to her
I remain, here,
As seaweed, drifting at sea
Pulled by the tides,
Or wilting on the shores
As long as I remain of use to those powers
Watching over me!
But the pain is getting harsher,
And harsher
As if it were the dagger of gloom
Pleasuring itself in plunging into the
Softest parts of my mortal body
Laughing at the blood being drawn from it
Enjoying my tears
And my despair!
It is all a matter of time
It is just one life
I shall have not another
The heavens,
Of the hope they give do I
Build my strength
But I shall renounce them
If such would be required!
last night I slept in a closet
with my coat made of tangerine desires
and visions of distant permafrost
last night I remembered
white noise in her voice
buried hopeless in a bureau of disdain
the apartment on rue Fontaine
has fallen into disrepair
embraced by anarchist movement
embraced by emerald seaweed
embraced by quicksand swirl
embraced by golden doll hair
and transformed itself
into the roar inside the hourglass
last night I slept in a foxhole
with ace of spades stuck in my teeth
with joker hidden in my sleeve
last night I woke up to the music
of orchestra playing at the riverbed
to the cry from the valley of the rivets
there is no time for purple parables
as rocking chairs bring eyes to my tears
they bring the winds of mortal gestures
they bring the equations
they bring the reveries
while my co-existence
remains a mystery
Ocean is more ancient than the mountains, and
freighted with the memories and the dreams of time.
—H.P. Lovecraft, The Best of H.P. Lovecraft:
Bloodcurdling Tales of Horror and the Macabre
His Overboard Tale
My captain bellows, “heave-ho.”
Off the plank I go, overboard.
I plunged into the night, entangled in
aberrant irises of the deep.
When my abject insanity rewinds,
I wish that I had swallowed the sea.
The kiss of salt and seaweed,
the wretch filled my lungs.
The Shes were more fish than maid
with huge hips and floundering tails.
The strange language of burbles,
their breasts made me gag…
Seahag hair, menacingly like Medusa’s.
I surmised sirens locks would actually bite.
My dreams capsized.
Why am I alive?
I’d rather that the chest be covered.
I shall never recover.
That’s why this landlubber
drinks and drinks, burbles.
At the end I was found on a rock.
I hit the rocks hard.
Swallow the water, lad.
Leave no room for desire.
Mermaids are a misnomer;
breaststroking in Bruichladdich proof.
Have a swim lad in this label
and stay far away from shore.
Pumpkin flowers, opened new in morning light,
Will never fail to catch the eyes of passers by
With large and yellow petals of pure delight
Like little suns, they humbly open where they lie,
Dotted along a wreath of green and dappled leaves
(And herald there a winter's warm and fragrant pie!)
Through foliage dense and lush, yellow trumpets weave
Like cornets all at play, a brassy, silent trail,
Bells for tiny carriages for any who believe
In deep green seas, where golden floral boats sail,
Seaweed tendrils reaching down to fathoms deep
And sailors in yellow hats, hearty and hale.
Then they close, curl up, as though gone back to sleep.
Passers by continue, along the winding creek.
Forever won’t understand those who can’t stand sand between spanned toes
Clever bands of hourglass strands slows & then through fanned hands flows
Whatever woes foes weather throws our duty never this beauty booty forgoes
Skilled kids build guild of silica Basilicas in a row the sea rids closes in overthrows
Waves then mow rave to & fro saline scarves pave new paths the ocean bestows
Commotion heightened emotions brightened notions enlightened its potion glows
Kaleidoscopic schools of iconic rock pools colours flock shock as almost tropic
Views & hues don’t falter just alter won't halter as an altar to ease those blues
Tidal tows doze then rose grows tease with unctuous but rambunctious blows
A beach can preach beseech as each single shingle does mingle in a stony knoll
Seaside stroll as sea gulls glide white caps roll & ride then a lull soothes the soul
Flattered Neptune’s role shattered shells scattered or is it Poseidon’s control
Webbed ranks of ebbed sandbanks lapped by lullabies our own private atoll
Thanks for phalanx of mirth & pranks from mother nature’s glimmering vaults
Shimmering seals leave their berth heave their girth then those crests do surf
Dolphins fins spin big grins senses halts & assaults with immense somersaults
What riffs could be a good as being stood in a neighbourhood of driftwood
Whiffs of whimsy as swells rollick for shells we fossick our elemental tonic
Cliffs adorn scars of scorn by time foreshore gentry stands sentry well worn
Don't mourn as from dawn till dusk forlorn foresworn somehow feel reborn
Sniffs sublime seaweed frolic fish like stars sunbeams & daydreams bucolic
~ATLANTIS~ Featuring:) Kelly Deschler
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Can't be re-written by the Gods
The land and sands of time'
Destroyed by the fire of Poseidon's curse
Atlantis swallowed by: Earth
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In one day and one night
Peaceful existence met its end
Built on a volcano, now surrounded by ancient rippled tears
Lava stripped apart the rich and glorious empire
Enriched by Engineers and Architects whom loved power more than the Gods
Forgotten souls, sheltered by a watery grave
History withheld from shallow sunken memories,
Western sky's hide the truth, a vision from the Pillars of Hercules
"An island situated in front of The Strait of Gibraltar"
Ghostly ruins wait to rise above the Mediterranean and Atlantic Waves
A magical island held down by the hands of death,
~
Atlantis lost city walls ---a secret hidden by mermaids
Partially buried, beneath the ocean floor it lies
The largest sunken treasure never to be found
Magnificent pillars of an imperial palace still stand
Somewhere hidden under ancient sand
Some are leaning against turrets, that toppled after the impact
Nothing human will ever inhabit these walls
No feet will ever touch these staircases, again
Only an eerie silence now resides here, with the blue-green waters
Seaweed grows along it's outer walls, like ivy on a trellis.
Obscuring it even further from the human eye.
~
Other ocean tides will never compare
Tantalizing blend of fantasy and mystery
Stone walls covered with precious gems
-Listen to PLATO'S voice-
"Look close, Look close, into the sea!"
Through the light and Pillars of Hercules
Some where out there buried in the vast
ATLANTIS THE PARADISE
~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~
Bahama Mama palm trees,
The island’s blue skies,
Lime and blueberry umbrellas.
Pink coral rays rolling out
A poetic zephyr of relaxation;
Massage of sun on shoulders.
Down we go, with the tubes,
Bumping walls, as water falls;
Playing seaweed footsie.
Approach of Autumn seas,
Stingrays and sharks of Atlantis,
Strolling in figure eights.
On the Royal’s 15th floor,
Entertained by Summer storm
and moonlit motifs on the shore.
Didn’t come close to sliding,
Beach wind calming,
Sipping my coconut rum.
Later three cherries float
in my runner, and a stranger
demands a fruitful repeat.
I don’t broach the subject
of cashing out; gambler, not;
Danger of sunken treasure.
Wrapped up this celebration;
a row of chairs, food to spare,
Hellos and Tatas. Wings lift, land.
???Seahorses???
Syncopated seaweed stallions
Lullabies launching life
Simple sinuous statement
Lyrical loyal lovers
Sweetly strange symbols
Letter linked looking-glass
Silent stimulating signals
Look Learn Leap
?????
3 May 2018
He is sworn in holding a branch
Cut from the tree of life and a vine
That's sacred he swears to protect
His people the tree and the vine
He swears by the sacred abode
Shortly afterwards he gets the vision
Go to Nineveh Jonah and warn them
He departs not to nineveh but to Taasis
Aboard the ship they have no option
But to throw him overboard into the sea
In the belly of that big fish choking on seaweed
Three days seem like three thousand years plus
This is too much he's now praying earnestly
My Lord i will accept your will i will go and warn
The fish spews him in the great city of wonders and signs
This time round they spit on him pour dirty water on him
Hurl insults at him beat him up yet he says repent.. repent
His message over he then moves to the edge of the city
In the deep of the night Khat the sacred tree grows over him
And the African orchids encircle the roots - the base of the tree
Roy rubs his eyes inspecting the fruits from the tree -tree of life
Three days from today this city will be destroyed....
Thinks Roy he will tend to this tree together with his descendants
In the midday sun a ground worm ate the root stalk of the tee
It then ate the root of the vine... both tree and vine dried up
And a SOUND says... Roy i have forgiven this city i will let it live
Roy is astounded but the SOUND rebukes him..
Roy you are willing to protect a vine and a tree
Yet you care not for this great city go home..
Roy departed and went back to his home
The sign of the prophet Jonah will portend the coming of age...
Roy remembers during the ceremony he had chewed the leaves
And the visions were no more than Khat visions he's still perplexed
Roy goes back home and starts reading the sacred scripture
CODE 254
Lewis Nyaga
Thoome wairegi
Kings counsel
We slowly walked along the beach, granddaughter and me,
in silence, save for the distant roaring of the sea.
At times, she ran ahead, dancing, skipping on the sand
once in a while, returning to take me by the hand.
With heads bowed, we both scoured earnestly along the shore
She and I were both aware what we were searching for.
Somewhere among the seaweed, crab shells, and old fish bones,
we would find those unique rocks with holes she called Hag Stones.
Occasionally, a game or two; some won, some lost.
It usually involved pebbles, skipped, piled, or tossed.
Screams of laughter, wet bottoms, falling in the water;
both tired, we head back home to mother and to daughter.
We slowly walked along the beach, granddaughter and me,
in silence, save for the distant roaring of the sea.
I have more answers because I'm older than is she
But I also have more questions, so it seems to me.