Long Swum Poems
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It was a dark and stormy night, or so the story goes
Another of those wondrous tales to keep us on our toes
Like looking glass and wonderland, grim witches and their spells
Peter Pan and his lost boys, the lovely Tinkerbell
The days I’ve spent lost to the world, so snug inside a book
The villains who are best of all, Long John and Captain Hook
I’ve sailed away to desert isles and walked the frozen wastes
Swum deep beneath the ocean waves; the Kraken I have faced
Sherlock Holmes to Frankenstein have held me in their thrall
But can I name just one that I have loved the best of all?
On different days I need to find a different place to be
Sitting on my daily train: oh, commuter misery
Today it’s off to Lilliput in the company of Swift
Tomorrow could be opium dens, by Sherlock left adrift
Or possibly to Mordor, to fight those pesky orcs
Or up north to Skallagrigg, to fly among the hawks
If I had a pound or two for every place I’d been
I’d be a millionaire by now, but I really must come clean
The written word to me is worth much more than any cash
A nice new book is just the thing, I’ll add it to my stash
The gadgets that are used today are all right in their place
It’s print and ink in solid form that put a smile upon my face
I dreamt that I went swimming,
Into the deep blue sea
And from nowhere appeared a mermaid,
That had swum right next to me
The next thing I remembered,
She had pulled me underneath,
Into a cave, where it was dark,
Well below the coral reef
She had opened up my vest,
And she dropped a pearl inside
And then she said, "Hop on my tail...
You're going for a ride."
She had taken me to a shipwreck,
On the ocean's floor
And she wanted me to go with her,
As she pointed to a door
So, then we swam inside the door,
And she guided me to some jewels
That long ago, were thrown overboard,
By some drunken pirate fools
She then pointed to the pearl,
That she had stuck inside my vest
And wanted me to take it out,
And return it with the rest
As soon as I returned the pearl,
The mermaid lost her tail
Then just like that, she walked the aisle with me,
And she was wearing a white veil
The next night when I had fallen asleep,
I was as happy as can be
Because I dreamt about that mermaid; again
And this time...she had married "Me"
I believe in oceans
because I read
I read that they are green, and gray, or blue,
amethyst when daylight packs its cloudy bags
I believe in oceans
that they are more than waves and water
that there are beings who breathe inside them
plankton that drift in the current
algae, seagrass that wave to invisible companions
jellyfish, dangerous and translucent--
I believe in these.
Giant clams, who slam their engraved doors
on breakfast,
Phosphorescent jellyfish, undulating their many legs.
I have mused on the brittleness of crabs
and whales so colossal
that a planet might have swum by.
I tread brokenly on the constant earth
bruising when I fall
gulping the uncolored air
anxious for the future
believing in oceans.
A spherical fish lenses larger
And smaller with each turn that's swum.
Size defying, the fish upon a plant stand
Towers over a cubically curled cat.
The cat sleeps inside a cardboard box
Among dank fern era smells.
Eye lids arise slantwise
Like through louvers of a shade.
The eyes close once again
As though in slow motion ecstasy.
Whiskers twitch and paws, taking turns,
Knead dreamscape, Siberian turf.
It is a lazy happiness, the cat has,
Swaying nothing but a tail's end.
Centered, the cat has no need
To find a fourth flap out.
But the bulgy eyed fish is held
By the weight of water and of glass. (7/16/22)
Five ducklings feeding
The back of the camper bus
proudly sported the family
seven yellow stickers ducks
five little ducklings in a line
feeding on life presented to
the world growth sustenance
nourishment and meaning
For every fellow traveller
to ponder smile anticipate
what little team was to alight
at temporary destinations
sheltered tented playgrounds
swings and roundabouts
cul-de-sacs and traffic lights
To get all ducks into a row
once they emerged enriched
our little feeding station
food bank vital well and
fields of plenty needed
diverse and un-divided
attention chaos letting go
Meal times at times with rubber
ducks in bathtubs burping
passing winds of change
incorporating kilojoules
compassion love and swirling
compromise uncertain certainty
floated in the ocean of life
yet to be swum and dived in
with the buoyancy of living
Little duckling was still small
and sat beside as older
sister eager helper supervisor
when our triplet power three
in one as courtesy of nature
and individual little mouths
to feed lay on their backs
on sleeping bags as wonderment
in waiting for the spoon with
apple mush and cinnamon
to take its turn to reach their gums
To complete the pentagon
of childish folly serious fun
and exploration another little duckling
observed from inside womb in
its fertile spring to yet conjoin the river
contemplated when and where
to splash out into beauty question marks
and tribulations sparkling brotherhood
and food for life and pleasure
whirlpools cascades and little ripples
The spoon went one to one
and to another next to here and
there forward backward and beyond
my wildest expectations of what food
and feeding holding precious gifts
in hand released from nature
into nature ingesting measured
unimaginable and definite provision
nurtures nourishes what was what is
The birds have flown the nest
they feed and feed me just the same
and it is not just those trivial stickers
sign posts on the buzling bus
and more than ever and for
every one who wants to see the
picture depiction metaphor
the unsurpassed experience
which reminds me of simplicity of
gratitude and feeling warm inside
24th May 2016
I've traversed mountains high, where sunbeams sear,
And swum across oceans, vast and deep, and clear,
I've penned love letters, with a hopeful heart,
And waited patiently, for love to play its part.
I've shed my flaws, and cultivated virtue's ground,
Becoming more than good, I've searched for love profound,
I've walked the earth, with a longing soul,
Crying out, "Is there true love? Make me whole!"
I yearn for one who'll love me, flaws and all,
My best friend, my confidant, my partner in every fall,
Someone to cherish, to miss, to adore,
My person, my everything, forevermore.
Is there true love? I beg, give me true love,
A love that's pure, genuine, from above,
Where hearts entwine, and souls connect,
Where love resides, and forever we inspect.
My heart, it aches, with a love so strong,
It beats for love, and love alone,
True love, the balm, that heals the soul,
Where peace and joy, in each other's love, make whole.
True love, the greatest medicine, they say,
The missing piece, that makes life complete each day,
It's where I find myself, in loving eyes,
Where love resides, and my heart finds surprise.
True Love Is All I ever needed,
A love that's real, untainted, and freed,
A love that's mine, a love that's true,
A love that's meant, just for me, and for you.
So I'll hold on, to the hope in my heart,
And trust that true love, we'll never depart,
For love is the reason, we breathe, we live,
And with true love, our souls, forever thrive.
Is there true love? I know, it's real,
Give me true love, and I'll forever heal,
For true love's the treasure, we've all been searching for,
The love that completes us, forever, evermore.
The waters were solid and murky in the deep
But clear toward the top where the two-legged sleep.
No humans were around at this time of night.
They would have been astounded by this incredible sight.
A young dolphin had swum to the surface, attracted by light.
Waiting in anticipation, as the water began to turn bright.
Lit by the flames of a large dragon diving in from the moon.
His large blue eye came down to the dolphin, in a gentle swoon.
The trusting dolphin kept his eyes alert, but was not afraid.
He knew his secret talents were revered in this simple glade.
The dragon began to converse with him without using words.
The two communicated with telepathy, as do many fey herds.
The dragon wanted instructions as to whether the aliens were safe.
The dolphin told him that many were lovely, they were a human race.
A few others were abrupt, impolite, untrustworthy, and a tiny bit rude.
But they were pretty advanced for this planet, not totally crude.
Are they careful of other's feelings? The dragon wanted to know.
The dolphin told him that some had empathetic ways, aura of glow.
Most of the young ones are respectful and kind to each other.
Dragon thanked him, and the dolphin went back to his mother.
She slept soundly in the ocean so dangerously dark and deep.
The dragon went back to his planet, and reported to the King of Meep.
The King asked if they would be better living down below the water.
The dragon agreed it might be the best; I know for she is my daughter.
A collaboration with Kim van Breda - honored Kim
I've tossed some dreams
into corners
where they sit rusting -
dissected spare thoughts
for a restomod old body
smartly attired with
polished imperfections
swum life's streams
through currents
undulating promises
the color of sandstone
desert miles, turreted
rhododendrons, watered
slips off the extreme
thrown mortified moments
over the fence where
sophistication hid ,then
disguised what still is
numerous rooms,
dust gilded mirrors
flaking walls and trunk
decadence, borderline
decaying memories
of dazed indifference
garnering
no hitters pitched
on dream fields
where egos never bled
and superman never died;
pink tutu skirts wrapped
in the dust of past bright
alighted reminiscence
suspended in stage fright
pirates that held back
on black eye patches,
standing up against
their sick bullying;
tightfisted, shaken
clenched teeth hidden,
beneath awkward smiles
the nights wore down my
introspectiveness
while quicksand roses
reluctantly blushed...still
this virtual room will hold
all that my conscience
will forgive, casting
away offending lies
diffusing damaged
junk yard favorites
It was a quaint little shop
Looking strangely out of place
And the owner was a hermit
With a crinkled young old face.
He was a man of distinction
Of health hearty and hale,
Had looked a Haggis in the
Eye and lived to tell the tale.
He had lived with a mermaid
Having found her in distress
Nursed her back to health
To become his new mistress.
He had sailed the seven seas,
Served with a Samurai band,
Been a leading Ronin before
Sailing away for Samarkand
He had awoken the Kraken
Then, before it was too late
Quietly swum away to avoid
A somewhat gruesome fate.
He had hunted with Vampires
But only on those darkest nights
For they'd had to be recoffined
Before any sign of daylight.
The werewolves of Carpathia
Had taught him transfiguration
A secret he'd long discarded
Once he'd left that roving nation.
Bareback ridden a unicorn
Learned all its Pan Pipe skill;
Sometimes early on cold dark
Mornings he would play it still.
He didn't believe in Faeries.
Didn't like to fantasise,
Only believed in those things
He'd seen with his naked eyes.
I left him making a Herbal tea
Said I didn't quite know when
But the very next time I passed
I'd pop in and see him again.
I shouted my goodbyes
As he worked away inside
And I eagerly continued on
My Magic Carpet ride.
Bethany swum for Ireland in London’s Paras,
Her teacher dad used to be a church minister,
She enjoys the Christian Fellowship Church,
And raises her hands to praise god after races.
She has an intellectual disability, memory loss,
And comes from Seaforde in County Down, NI.
After London 2012 when she swam for Ireland,
She switched to representing team Great Britain.
2013, and the Worlds, French Montreal, Canada,
And Bethany sealed three terrific silver medals:
One for the 100m breaststroke, one for the back,
And another for the 200m free, the S14 category.
But then quite unnervingly she fractured her wrist,
Which questioned her readiness for Rio’s games,
In 2015, when she was training hard everyday,
For the Brazilian Paralympics much anticipated.
But on the approach to Rio at Funchal, Portugal,
She won silver in the breast, silver in the medley,
Which saw Bethany with speed qualify for Rio,
Where she scored straight across all the boards.
At Rio gold for the back, gold for the freestyle,
And a gold for the 200m medley, then a silver,
For her favourite stroke, for the breaststroke,
In the 100m breaststroke: she’s a big success.