Long Waters Poems
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I plunged beneath, the salt against my face,
The sea received me with a solemn song;
Its silence drew me deeper into place,
And urged me forward, steady, swift, and strong.
Ahead I glimpsed the figures, tried and sure,
Whose arms had cut this path in years before;
Their strokes were patient, purposeful, and pure
I strained to match them, hungering for more.
At first the waters yielded to my hand,
Each wave a gentle stair beneath my breast;
The distance shrank, as though by kind command,
And hope ran with me, tireless, and blessed.
Then sudden winds unchained the quiet deep;
The sky grew dark, the currents turned unkind;
The sea broke over me, and seemed to keep
No memory of the calm it left behind.
I fought for air, but all the world was foam,
The breath was fleeting, nothing firm to hold;
The sea became no pathway, but a tomb,
And whispered of an ending, stern and cold.
But morning cast me battered to a shore,
Where other youth lay resting, weak, yet true;
And joy was mine to find, amidst the roar,
That I was not the only one who flew
Too soon into the waves with trembling breath,
And shared my fate with kindred hearts, not death.
Together then we turned our gaze again,
And dared the deep with bonds the storm had made;
For we had glimpsed, when drowning seemed most plain,
The first light under water, undismayed.
Now side by side we press toward the line,
The horizon steady, opening like a door;
What once we sought alone is now divine,
For we arrive together, evermore.
I flow like a river that moves around rocks,
Molding like water splashed into cup or box;
Like tides conforming to the force of the moon,
A stream twisting through a bending valley's tune.
A soft air slipping through the narrowest cracks,
A wind that changes paths with no stops and tracks;
Like a smoke coiling around every corner,
A kite adjusting to swift gusts or blower.
I am a clay designed by God's unseen hands,
Being adaptable, my mind understands;
I am a master key that suits any lock,
As the Lord Jesus opens the gate of His flock.
The Holy Spirit reminds me of seasons,
For I am leaves that turn with climes in reasons.
In depths of silence on the ocean’s
bed, they sleep,
While ships and boats noisily, above
they creep,
Under the waters, undisturbed,
a school of Rainbows dazzles with
colours of orange, blue and gold,
And a shoal of Angels in regal flair
unfolds.
In the depths of the deep blue, where
secrets and treasures reside,
A striped Clown and a colourful Parrot
side by side they glide,
A school of tiny silver swimmers suddenly
dashed by as if in a race,
A fleeting glimpse of those dazzling
beauties, in a flash, no ripples, no bubbles,
no trace.
In this realm of giant kelps and coral
mazes dwell an abundance of vibrant,
shiny scales darting and twirling, each
a dancing gem,
To escape and forget reality, I could
sit quietly for hours watching them,
When I close my eyes, my spirit leaps,
for in the company of fishes, there’s
tranquillity and peace,
In my memory, these unique and
beautiful images I will forever keep.
To see such a beautiful show is a rare
and a once-in-a-lifetime lucky chance.
How nice it would be if we could take
a whispered vow,
To save and protect these precious
swimmers in the here and now.
by Zyrool
2025
Written: July 10, 2023
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In the realm of stars, where dreams bear flight,
A moment of tranquility, bathed in celestial light.
When night kisses the cease of the day,
A realm of peace emerges, where troubles sway.
As twilight weaves its tapestry of gold
And the stars start their dance, bold,
I find myself in a place so serene,
Where worries vanish and troubles are unseen.
In this realm of stars, where dreams bear flight,
I am embraced by a soothing, celestial light.
My cares, such burdens too heavy to bear,
Are gently released into the night air.
I feel weightless, floating on tranquil waters,
Embraced by a love that knows no borders.
The moon, a guiding beacon in the sky,
Illuminates my path as I peacefully glide by.
In this realm of stars, where dreams bear flight,
I am free from the chains that bind me tight.
No distress, no fears, just serenity,
As I find solace in this moment of tranquility.
The whispers of the wind, a symphony of peace,
As I surrender myself to this moment's release.
The world around me fades, and I am alone,
Immersed in the beauty that the night has shown.
The stars twinkle above, as diamonds in the night,
Guiding me toward a destiny so bright.
In this realm of stars, where dreams bear flight,
I am filled with a sense of pure delight.
The universe unfolds its secrets to me,
As I wander through this realm so free.
I am but a speck in this vast expanse,
Yet I feel connected, a speck of the cosmic dance.
In this moment of tranquility, I am at peace,
All my strains and troubles find release.
In the realm of stars, where dreams bear flight,
I am embraced by the beauty of the night.
A moment of tranquility, so pure and rare,
Where the burdens of life simply disappear.
When night kisses the boundary of the day,
I find my cares just... fall away.
When fallen angels came roaring down,
Darkness formed the company of Nephilim,
In renowned legend, armed with more legion
Godless tinctures fleece hapless Canaan town.
The grim left breath in the ground, wild and wet,
Through Pitch-black gate, giant beings embark.
Deluge of demons rising from the dark, deep pit
Roaming around, trying hard to find the Ark,
Dappled with flu, attack the faithful few,
What would the ancient world be like?
Once bereft, now, strength of nobility drew
Windpuff deeds out of what history left.
In the pool, that groans with banshee froth
Fortunes loom to our detrimental doom,
Which craft hides the most fear in the cloth?
That covers the sea in secret phenomenon.
Salem sail on Siren, over the deep waters
Basham shadows frowning, despair of drowning
In baptism of fire for atonement of martyrs,
We at ease, see surprise revival of the Nephilim.
Let the disembodied imps that were chained
In the wicked wilderness, phantoms burn in urns,
Nymphs and Nixies witches that religion claimed
Will descend again, in latter times, reigning flames.
This is a nicely compiled book of flowing poems
of a poet who is as ordinary as you and me.
In the meadow of crimson heart lively passion stems,
you need to turn the tender pages to see.
When alone recite aloud the poems of this book,
you’ll hear the music of your resounding emotion,
as made by the dancing waters in a baroque brook.
You’ll drown your despair in the eddy of elation.
The sunrise spectrum will color your bland sky,
in gloomy days you’ll see the fervent future gleam.
To the halcyon horizon like a beguiled bird you’ll fly,
in the quiet bay of blissful poems you’ll swim.
As you walk listless through the dismal pathway
if at times life’s drudgery drags you down,
open the book and on its pragmatic pages you stay,
the poems will uplift you, this book you must own.
Song of hope, 'A Bridge Over Troubled Water'
I can't help myself; I have to sing along
With empathy and devotion for friends in need
I sing with emotion, the lyrics of this great song
How often I have been the one consoling
Drying tears from the sad eyes of a friend
Helping when they've grown tired and weary
suffering a broken heart that needed to mend
Feeling they were drowning in troubled waters
I soothed their bitter tears. We stood side by side
Together, a heart was healed by building a bridge
One that no pain could breach with its flowing tide
There were many times when I'd been down
in need of a good friend when things were bad
A hand to save me from the clutch of darkness
to pull me from the waters of an abysmal well
Those bridges we build over troubled waters
are friendships that comfort both heart and mind,
a shoulder we can cry on when times are hard
They're acts of kindness that friendship will bind
August 6, 2020
Same Old Song Poetry Contest
Sponsor ~ Beth Evans
~Internal Rhyme~
I longed to explore the seven seas, sails filled with tropical breeze.
My sturdy craft, Hope Anew, would carry me upon the oceans blue.
I was captain and crew of my ship, a bit of rum from cask to sip.
Appeared an island not on my chart, mutiny came from my heart.
On love's course we then flew, in dangerous waters I never knew.
Captain Heart sailed through a reef, to a bay off the Isle of Grief.
Filled with many a dorsal fin, what a mess my heart had me in.
Island reef was shark infested. If love awaited, it would be tested.
I heard a call from the beach. A man held out his hand to reach.
Capt. Heart yelled, "To shore! I want him and nothing more!"
I, no pirate seeking treasure, but Heart demanded her pleasure.
Dinghy loaded with my gear, I felt more than a twinge of fear.
Upon Heart's harsh command, I accept the man's offered hand.
His touch I soon came to know, I felt love take hold and grow.
Bur before long it all changed; my life altered and rearranged.
The isle earned its name when love chose to play a cruel game.
I left the bed where we slept, down to the beach where I wept.
I sat upon moonlit sand, against Heart I had to take a stand.
Hope Anew rose on a wave. "Come", she creaked, "I can save."
I looked back, tears in my eyes, treasure lost but he was no prize.
Into the sea I started to swim, knowing I had to leave him.
Ever closer to Hope Anew, I heard him calling me, "Lady Blue."
He stood looking out to me, I turned away and swam out to sea.
I felt a salty tear sting my eye, as I cried farewell and goodbye.
Onboard my ship I felt rancor, but managed to pull up anchor.
At the prow I faced the breeze until pain took me to my knees.
Isle of Grief took its toll upon my heart and wrecked my soul.
I escaped emotional death. I'll swear it to my very last breath.
I cast my memories into the sea and from pangs of love I am free.
I painted over Hope Anew, she now wears the name of Lady Blue.
My tears have all dried and I've restored my life, and my pride.
Captain Heart is bound to the mast, for treachery I've tied her fast.
Steal me away
Wind beneath my feet, blowing though my hair, whispering a song in my ear. Smells of sweet nothing everywhere, fresh breath of clean air
As waters crash upon the rocks on the shore
The waves of this life takes us on a journey
As the ripples make their indentation in the sand
each line another path we must face
Wind beneath my feet, blowing though my hair, whispering a song in my ear. Smells of sweet nothing everywhere, fresh breath of clean air
As the buds spring when the timing is right
The clouds play a game of "What am I"
As the moon sits still in it's place
My imagination is going wild
with the freedom of this place
Wind beneath my feet, blowing though my hair, whispering a song in my ear. Smells of sweet nothing everywhere, fresh breath of clean air
The last time I sat here with a friend we gazed at the water as though
that moment in time would never end
As we listen to the sound of the crickets scratching
and fish jumping, a boat skims across the sea
I could hear the wind yet talking to me
I can't see you but I know your here
stealing free touches with nothing to keep you clear
Wind beneath my feet, blowing though my hair, whispering a song in my ear. Smells of sweet nothing everywhere, fresh breath of clean air
Form:
I heard you from ear to ear
You jeer at me with selfish cheer
You put me down, my darksome, dreary dear
Now, I shed a single tear, you idiotic fire that do sear
My heart and its beats of utmost fear;
My mind likes to gently or roughly veer
I was faced with life's nostalgic, narcissistic nightmare
I can’t even look at myself in the blood-drenched mirror
I’m scared of who I've become 'round there and here
I’m still waiting patiently for positivity to draw near
I’m waiting for negativity to disappear
I also want sheer forgiveness to appear
I have become stronger and a champion emotionally for many-a-year
My dear, you chased away my cluttered conscious from head to rear
My dear, you are so coy and naïve…so, put on bravery's gigantic gear
Come on, keep up with me or you’ll be falling behind quickly and steer
Through the waters of Aphradere
Through the waters of Aphradere
Through the waters of Aphradere
Then, suddenly, I see drunkards, heading my way…they had one too many-a-beer
They are up in Cloud thirty-seven and some are in Cloud twenty-four…three times seven equals twenty-one – doing this math in poetry is mighty *****,
My wandering deer…
My wandering dear….
Steer through the waters of Aphradere
Through the waters that draw ever-so-near