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WE ARE POEMS
We are poems by design,
clever rhythmic sounding rhymes.
Doing exactly what we do,
lengthy wit or wise Haiku.
Sometimes we are homonyms
or beautiful sounds of synonyms.
Multifaceted dialect,
adorned in golden intellect.
We are stories to tell and being told,
legacies never growing old.
As young as birth when eyes first see,
at first conception, heart’s first beat.
Laid to rest like flower to the ground,
When heartbeat no longer gives a sound.
Our souls now rising, this life departs,
Having Christ as Savior in our hearts.
We are songs sung beautifully,
like birds in air and whales at sea.
Great boughs like lifted arms in praise,
rainbows our promise across skyways.
Sundown tears of sorrow's rain,
and soon sun-risen smiles again.
We are stars dancing with twinkle and shine,
flirting with the night, for an unforgettable time.
Songs of summer, chords of winter,
a gentle stroke or a painful splinter.
A flirty breeze, a gently churn,
a wispy wind, a chafing burn.
We are like gardens over grown,
Like a hearty harvest abundance sown.
We are timeless, and we never die,
Although we depart, take to the sky.
Our soulful words a legacy,
to live again, forever be.
Come let us poems now entertain,
we restless pose of fortunes fame.
Liquid graces of nature so splendidly pooled,
Like the poles, few facets hot few chilly ice-cooled;
Countless marvels, like mountains of pearls, heaped within,
Fullness, like streams, falling from underworld-god Gwyn;
Vast, wide, wild, Kaleidoscope of colors glowing,
Deep down, like Amazon, curly rivers flowing...
Fish, frogs, snakes, whales, like unique stars swimming wondrous,
Corals, Kelps, whips, like sun-rays shining splendorous;
Gold, silver, diamonds... like rocks, lying lifeless,
Fleet-wrecked; quakes-hit; hidden lost treasures so countless;
Enriching each little water drop, top to down,
Urging to dive, search, find as much as one could crown...
Waters from mountains and hills flawlessly flowing,
Filling deepest of the depths, like whirlpool-blowing;
What hidden dams within, that reserve them safe!
What monstrous sponges that absorb each water waif!
Ocean cares all as a mother her babe caring,
Midst each one within spiritual care sharing...
Beauty, marvelous, like heaven, ever booming,
Vastness, like the crust of the universe, zooming;
Waves, like hearts restless, severe, ceaselessly breaking,
Caves within, by haunting quakes, stringently shaking;
Sweat, tears, rolls, ripples … all as though divinity,
Isn't each ocean a sign of eternity?
23 September 2021
''O'' Contest, NEW POEMS Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
"The Annunciation of Its Other Self"
Inside the heart
an Ocean swells
its tides take one
further out
in the still reflection
a pearl, like light, cast out
the empty shell
waits and watches
for the message
mirror forming
in rippling vibrations
as breath upon a lake of glass
summoned,
as if by Pythia,
Apollo's Delphi Oracle,
a Prophecy heralding at last
the annunciation
of its other self
swallowed, unspoken,
yet walking
some sentient spectre
invisible trident crown
caeruleum caelum
unafraid
to tread upon
Poseidon’s path
yet its silence soft
as feathers of a dove
holding in its
outstretched arms
sign of Life and Love
walks the embodied ark
Oculum
commanding clouds
contemplating all
its drowning Jonahs
saved by perceived
songs of whales
An ocean swells
inside the heart
its tides take one
further out
the incarnate
from within
arrives to world
without
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“Sea of Calm”
https://youtu.be/u033bj7V9Kw
432Hz
https://meditativemind.org/healing-benefits-of-music-tuned-to-432-hz-music-of-nature/
Jonah
Noah’s Ark
Dove
Ark of the Covenant
Poseidon
Oracle of Delphi
Apollo
Prophecy
I Am
Thong Thing Is Wrong
Thong thing is wrong
Cellulite women rolled on folds of flesh
Over waves and seas that crest
What are those monstrosities
Whales washed up on beaches
Thin strings not quite bikinis hide nothing
Obese creatures covered by mounds of pounds
Blot out the sun uncomfortably
As the fat eat Twinkies, dream of being Twiggy
Oh Doris please don't put on weight
Put on your tent. Save us from nightmares in the day
Tides move when you step in the water
Displace the natural order
Fish run from you. Forget how to swim
Naked can be scary by the sea
What is that giant thing standing in the sand
Dressed in almost nothing, held together by a string
What waddles down the shore
Thinking a black cloth makes one thin
Oh this fashion does not make for happy
Dreams and illusions bury the thighs in lies
Under the sun filling up horizons sky
Surprise! Eyes bleed at this frightening sight
Makes old and young cry. No place to hide
Ocean sojourns once were fun
Watching bikini clad women run
Nudity is meant for others more young
Eye candy, shapely, sexy and thin to begin with
Weight escaping on all sides exposed
Pretending to be pretty and thin is quite the trick
Girls come in all shapes and sizes
Some have been known to raise the tides
In disguise, hiding behind a smile exposes it
The thong thing is wrong
Please make it stop. Make it quit
My dad always told me imagination is like a muscle
and we have to find a way
to exercise it often or its strength will fade away.
He said imagination is like a movie inside your head
only you control the show.
You can do anything you want to do…go anywhere you want to go.
Because, he said, if you look around at all of God’s creation
what sets us apart from the other animals…is our imagination.
And so he told me stories…of how he rode a dragon across the sky
of snowmen that would come alive…or whales that could fly.
Of how he would sit for hours as the wind played music in the trees
and of all the times he was invited…to go dancing with the bees.
He said he loved having scrambled eggs on a cloud for breakfast
pizza with the dolphins at noon
and a dinner of burger and fries…while sitting on the moon
He showed me how to touch the moon
He said it’s really not that far
and he told me how easy it is once you’re up there
to jump from star to star.
With Dad I never knew where real life ended
and where his imagination had begun…
and I wouldn’t change a thing about him because that was half the fun.
He’s been gone for many years now…
and I have him thank for helping me with my own aspirations
with how I look upon the world…with my imagination…
Today I’m meeting him on the moon…
I’m bringing the burgers and fries…
because just like Daddy always said…
It is time to exercise.
I sit here and pondered this night away,
searching for words that are most profound;
To deliver a message of dire warning,
to a world swiftly losing ground.
The prophets have been laughed at,
their warnings for generations fell on deaf ears;
Now evil has been allowed to flourish,
and its flourishing right here.
We have spent thousands to save beached whales,
or to help keep our planet green;
And we try to sell democracy in foriegn lands,
so they can live free like you and me.
We send money and missions around the world,
while children are starving and shoeless right here;
And the God-given laws that once kept things right,
are discarded without any remorse or fear.
But our freedom came at such a cost,
many lives were lost for a higher call;
What if they could see how freedom was now abused,
Dont you think they would be appalled?
So if they wouldn't listen to the prophets warnings,
and they turn their backs on the evil they see;
As I sit here and ponder I must ask God,
Why would they listen to a poet like me.
And the Poet cried.
Orkie orca lived by the sea
With his mother and Aunt Bea
Up and down the Pacific coast they would roam
Looking for a spot to call their own
Orkie would watch the fishing boats
As they threw out their nets and floats
If he wanted to swim and play
Away from the nets he would have to stay
He would chase the seals on the waves
Dive down to the underwater caves
He would jump high in the air
He was having so much fun he didn't care
One day Orkie was out for a swim
He hit something with his back fin
He slowly looked back
When he saw something black
Mom, mom come and see what I have found
It seems to be bobbing and making a sound
That Orkie, is called a bouy
You have to leave it alone it is not a toy
You see Orkie they leave it out at sea
So the big boats know just where they should be
It show them if they are close to the shore line
If they don't cross this they will be fine
Under the water
By Michelle Morris
29/10/2022
Hold me under the water
Where I can breathe so well
Where mermaids seek me out
And we swim beneath the swells
Where I can be wild and free
Become an ocean soul
Enjoy the vast beauty
Of this magical place unknown
Keep me under the water
Away from the terra firma ways
Far from destroyed habitats
Where Nature is declining daily
I want to be in peace
I want the opportunity to dream
In a liquid crystal palace
Where I can truly be seen
For here life is revered a little more
For it's not as accessible
But still it has its challenges
For creatures that there do dwell
I want to swim with dolphins
I want to commune with whales
I want to have fun with penguins
I want to hear their tales
For every single species
Is unique and incredible
They create this amazing place
Where synergistically they all live
Like a vast unexplored planet
Beneath the ocean waves
Our marine life is critical
To keep our planet in balance
Without the big blue we will falter
For our ecosystems would collapse
The knock-on effects would be tragic
To humans and animals that exist
I want to see the oceans
As perfect as they are on Earth
I pray it's not too late
To reverse the damage we've done
Free me unto the water
This ocean blue so deep
Love and light and healing
So much power and grace and peace
© Michelle Morris, 2022
“Sea wants me to return to
conch shell from whence I was born
Here comforted I can curl away from boisterous hurls..” Poet, from poem : Sea Wants Me
~~~~~~ Diaries
dreaming waves soothing spuming whales
holy grail beyond blue BLUE
no language voice your reflective transformations
from ripples to tortuous tsunamis
brushing coasts >> Asia’s edge, Madagascar’s spine
Africa, Australia, Antarctic
paddles settling into breath of dusk
Ocean of personas holographic oiled, gassed !
you croon about awakened ports, ship l a n e s
along turquoise tongues of poets
as we refuge take in your sleepless depths
drifting without compass towards
unknown horizons blue Blue BLUE~~~~~***
becoming liquid caverns, fragranced coral reefs
ocean chasms sprout dolphin verses for India,
China, Indonesia, tube sea urchins chant Beloved ! Anchor Anchor >>>>B E L oVed
Beloved ! slack tectonic plates consider their next yawn ___? Or groan
shells rumbling
storms, tidal depths, oysters whisper antidotes
not to dismiss, peering into Poseidon's mist
wizardry seafloor volcanoes
rhyme surrender or diving away fetid fears
with ancient angling coelacanths dear near
blue you suffer toxicities as we extract nourishing bounties with vile human hash !
wilderness of WONDER selflessness we cannot
negate, swimming echoed
eternal Truth
SEISMIC MOTHER INDIAN
O C E A N …O C E A N …..~~~~~....{}{}
we gurgle……()[][]~~~ as resonated vibrations
Varunani rises teal stillness untrophied
You AWE us hiding Neptune's bugle ~~~~~~~~
Catastrophes and war can wreak havoc on life.
Only those dealt by fate had such vivid persist.
What still happens, don't be afraid of the sky fluff.
What might rain resemble if mists never exist?
Was God going to punish humankind for their greed?
Will humankind be able to cope with such tragedies?
God knows why I stayed calm in the face of the deed.
A permanent conflict among families and kids prevails.
Some relations were strong until the conflict mounted.
Some nasty unfortunates tainted them.
As an outcome, loathing permeates their mind.
Only God can rescue us from our present problem.
It will be as pure as a June sky, and tears will be wiped.
The deity had saved Jonah from a whales belly.
Thus, force Resilience is the ultimate wisdom excited
The warmth sustains its serenity amid the storm deadly.
God will assist you in getting it ended.
As a result, you can verify why the sturdy will prevail.
Maintain your patience throughout the recovery period.
There is no dread that the scar will heal and avail
Rekindle the delight of enabling with upkeep.
First Place Contest Winner
Written: July 14, 2021
A Brian Strand July 16 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand