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Below earth, streams release the arteries
of the undersea teeming with precious
abalone, granite and shells,
as a roulette of lotus defies gravity
soaking on the chlorine of a wind
only piles of sand can bestow…
and gentle the wavelets murmuring
hymns of serenity , somewhat delicate
as ocean mouth is to fish lips in the moist pulse
of swelling spaces for wooden fleets
to beckon the blue.
Like so, guardian of water observes the cruise
of a ship rustling a masthead…
intrusive vessels are aliens
to the underworld: greedy eyes, black hands
that rake mothers of pearl and babes of dolphins.
Fierce dugongs roll along, shaking the basement
of hunters’ boats on inlets
to pound doors of Neptune’s bed,
reflecting mirrors of an island scented
with coconut and tresses of women
bathing along coasts of such innocent gulfs.
Below earth, a divide between friends and foes
is honored; that beyond words,
a sea keeper rises to acknowledge
the kindness of strangers,
if they are kind enough to respect the gift of privacy.
10/2/2015
Chase Trevi's Contest:
Open Sea - Sailing, Creatures, Treasures
Seahorses on see-saws prance, sashay and dance
gliding majestically under the sea.
No clip nor clop for this aquatic steed
for no legs adorn its knight-in-armour body.
Instead its fins keep these hippocampus poised
as they gambol gently and frolic about.
But of course it's a horse
with its tell-tale head and mane.
Ignore the odd prehensile tail
that some over-zealous strapper coiled.
It's a special horse for an undersea course
swirling and whirling silently
through seaweed strap slalom gates.
With no trot, nor canter, nor gallop, nor panting,
but with a leisurely pace in ambling gait,
like the painted horses on a merry-go-round,
the seahorse is forever poised,
in true dressage collection.
As I lay on mounds of a shoreline,
weightless in eyes' astounded spirit
blending with angels, dirt, and crosses;
my soul bears this emptiness
in writhing streams omnipresent for day
and twilight's heavy float-- hours change
beyond primitive instincts--a landscape
of bittersweet cycles appear, and below it,
the fluidity from incandescent waters lap
on mouths of frozen stars requesting patience.
Here am i sprouting below, above and under
their flesh; fulfilling my need for deliverance
out of some needled pinch :
awash by whimper of rain , all senses
moored and fashioned so lamely
on brittle soil of life unlived ,
seeking a depth of quiet within myself
time rippling upon this decayed shell undersea...
yet nothing came except a leaf falling.
The sea is aglow with her memories
Seaweed meadows of deep cave treasuries
Stories that summon the lost and curious
Legends embossed in silent reveries
She drifts the illumined waves of her home
Wide blue realms in which she may roam
Her spirit alive beyond undersea depths
In echoes of songs over silver - green foam.
What is it - what does the mermaid know?
Beyond the clouds and winds that blow
That she is woman and nature combined
Her secrets sleep in the ocean below.
Rubaiyat
Rubyiat Contest
Sotto Poet
I wrote this one for the contest 'Mermaids'
that I sponsored. The goal was to capture the essence
of a mermaid. There were many wonderful mermaid poems.
Enter your own competition
Contest Judged: 9/24/2017 5:05:00 PM
Sponsored by: Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer
2nd Place
101 in a ROW contest -7
Contest Judged: 7/27/2016 9:30:00 PM
Sponsored by: Poet Destroyer A
6th. Place
The Voice of the Woman
I speak with clarity of mind and heart: Cursed is the woman with a voice.
Silence is golden. Respect the man, keep quiet be seen. So I have been told all my life.
Later, everything changes. And those that said "keep silent" now ask "Why didn't you speak up, I was here."
In a woman's world, silence means death. Spiritual and physical. "Know thy place! How dare you use your voice where men of high standing, and women who agree seat!? "
Silence is the ocean of the unsaid, the unspeakable, the repressed, the erased, the unheard. It surrounds the scattered islands made up of those allowed to speak and of what can be said and who listens.
When we women offer our experience as our truth, as human truth, all the maps change. There are new mountains.
The new voices that are undersea volcanoes erupt in what was mistaken for open water, and new islands are born; it’s a furious business and a startling one. The world changes. Silence is what allows people to suffer without recourse, what allows hypocrisies and lies to grow and flourish, crimes to go unpunished.
Oh,cursed is the woman with a voice! Because in her silence, generations have no light. Speak young girl,speak! Speak the wisdom that lies in the bosom of who's freshness of mind is still with the birth cord from the maker.
When you speak,evil despairs. When you speak, discomfort arises and the earth shifts.And what was not to be, erupts with magma of new life. Tell us your story! Live and let live.
Speak! And let her speak!
Her voice is change!
©Olive The Geek
Oct 2022
argh
the wooden pirate
with a real leg
‘pon his left shoulder
not a parrot but a peg
argh
his ship inverted
sailed ‘neath the wave
and in his treasure chest
was a craggy cave
argh
he roared with rum
empty barrels were full
his flag was white
black bones and skull
argh
the flag though ripped
caught on his hook
but not for a hand
‘twas ‘stead of a foot
argh
he roamed the undersea
looking for loot
but oh all the bubbles
from a whale in a boot
argh
the old salt
was seawardly feared
for everyone knew
and heard of Woodbeard
argh
the submariner pirate
of raid and of plunder
sprang up on those
and pulled them all under
Canonical, orbit, elliptical, prodigal, crown
come back to me reasons and signs and be found in these
Stardust, Sirius, be the scourge of Thebes and of the Sirens of Hades on their knees
But not to service their own but to hide and be weak in thee
The Papyrus reeds wallow in the wind
the fowls skip amongst the mirages,
in the dirge of passion wind dale
in swoon in unfair/fare play in khartoum
In the hands of the divine to scale
Fields, through which the herd drives in dew
and weather it in his due well, oxen and Ewe
The sea flows out of the shore into undersea caverns of mines
The sun comes out from the horizon,
and gemuinely shines
the "sun is my light, and is at your door"
the moon and sun united, light ignites akin forever more
The sun shines from below and rises above like a Phoenix of radiating love
the moon and sun united, satellited relays moonlighting this trove
Eyes they speak truth
In the dungeon deep
Shackled and chained,
caged by you
Hell of a making
Judged not worthy
Imprisoned alone
Here I saw the light,
in silver strands
Written on the walls
My answer
Weeping willow
A past nightmare,
casting shadows
Water in darkness draped
Thrown in hell
Silently to the wayside
A bitter blow,
the stomach curled
In its silent scream
Drooped heavy
Inside pain
Dragging myself
To the crossroads,
dagger of truth
In a bolt of lightning
You shot me down
The eyes told me a story
Popping out
from your face,
inner skeleton spoke
Upon the mirror
The heart
did not lie
Written all over
Your bare face lie
Ending became ice to me,
the titanic sunk
Ending dreams
Words hold no truth
In the foul deed,
caught like a kipper
In the net
ending love
Without heart
Attacked feelings
Falling into an undersea current,
swallowed truth
Words spoken
untrue
My end
(Rhyming Haiku)
Whenever I view
I jot each line heart pursue
Yet plead muse too blue
Whenever I saw
I am fine if it is raw
Yet mix lines muse draw
Whenever I get
I love timing an art duet
Yet both rarely vet
Whenever I fix
I do such of rules that mix
Yet both brings conflicts
Whenever I bow
I bid grace of sins avow
Yet life disallow
Whenever I can
I bask being an earthly fan
Yet wish flesh be ban
Whenever I see
I wish flesh be drown in sea
Yet swims undersea
Whenever I call
I feed service like a thrall
Yet quests don't install
Whenever I cry
I see reason not to try
Yet I dream to fly
Whenever I sing
I hope my voice wins Eon's King
Yet my lyrics sting
Whenever I pray
I decree of divine sleigh
Yet its race delay
Nowadays I view
The change in lines heart pursue
How money comes new
Nowadays I saw
The change in thoughts I couth raw
How progress won't flaw
Nowadays I get
The change that balance dream's duet
How time flies cum debt
Nowadays I fix
The changed rose and violet mix
How future predicts!
Nowadays I bow
The changed call nature avow
How circumstance plough!
Nowadays I can
Change the night, Arsenal fan
How Arteta span!
Nowadays I see
The change in season and sea
How good is referee!
Nowadays I call
The change a long waiting thrall
How freedom treats all!
Nowadays I cry
The change that waited my try
How staying paints bye!
Nowadays I sing
The change running London's King
How lovely is spring!
Nowadays I pray
The changed wheels of gunners sleigh
How to bring hooray!
They are the chariots of mermaids, the undersea calliopes
They grace the waves with their ballet
They are the turquoise flash within the spray
They are the steeds of Poseidon, the dreams of faeries
They are the fantasy Camelot carries
They are the coral's escaping sway
They are the treasure chest's display
They are the jewels of Amphitrite
The diluted rainbow tracks their courses
Through brambles sandy and seaweed fine
The blackness brightens in alabaster forces
With water sprite's gold of ubiquitous mines
Gossamer silkies ride these horses-
The silver of silent hooves shine divine!