Ocean wake
Longing for a rest
Decides time for a break
Reaching land, sounding a thunderous shake
Delivering crimson colors, courtesy of a spring friendly pest
Ocean wake
Hiding deadly evils, created with mother nature's stake
Cleaning up the murderous dining hour debatable test
Decides time for a break
Pondering action of a perceived, underwatering menacing fake
Presenting bridging evidence, hoping the harboring fugitive will confess
Ocean wake
Protecting situation, it did make
Creating a bloody mess
Decides time for a break
Remember when flowing in a timid lake
Where rough behavior is less
Ocean wake
Decides time for a break
This stamp brings visions to our eyes
Of years gone by, in summer's skies.
He left to join our freedom's sound;
And band of brothers, there he found.
To guard our freedom, his thoughts turned-
For love of country surely burned;
With comrades joined, to then unfold
a unity of strength untold.
Two hundred fifty years this year
Marine Corps- still, to us so dear!
This stamp will proudly send our mail.
With thanks, all veterans we hail!
Ronald Lee Ermey
definitely showed no mercy
as Gunnery Sgt Hartmann
he delivered his best Marine DI impression
To The Forgotten
Military history is written by the victors.
Generals and politicians who stamp
their names on the pages of books
written by men and women in ivory towers.
It is actually made by the common:
legionnaire, dog face, doughboy, airman,
seaman and marine. Most names unknown
to those that write the histories.
But every name a known part of a life story
to a mother, father, spouse or child who’ve
watched their loved ones go off to help
someone else make history.
Hero of Marine World
Super
Grouper
The Disabled One
The shrimp -
A gimp
Electrocuted
Haddock
Had shock
When Sea Runs Dry
Salmon
Famine
Her Musical Fish
Faye’s carp
Plays harp
Great News
Found ‘yer
Flounder
Fish Caregiver
Caring
Herring
Because They Deserve It
Harass
The Bass
A clammy Make-over
More glam
For clam
You Just Missed Him
Gone clam
On tram
stingrays want to play
turtles under heat lamp bathe
playful seahorses
A winged mermaid blossoms,
awash with marine snow ~
Poseidon's ocean-pearl,
breathing jasmine sirens
as iced eyelashes curl...
A winged mermaid blossoms,
when fish-angels ache for
arctic apricity,
and glacial nymphs carve a
cruel felicity...
A winged mermaid blossoms,
as strawberry conch shells,
drape the neon sea-star ~
my minty sun trembles,
and sheds its sherbet scar...
A winged mermaid blossoms,
hearts of manta rays swath
with love's ivory rose -
unfurling aqua kins,
that ruby thorns unfroze...
Time to go
Spires rise above the clouds
gleaming gold against
the rainbow sky.
Pressed and pleated uniform
stylish on his shoulders
but he doesn’t know why.
Last thing he knew
it was time to go and
see his father and mother
Time slipped away as
it often does and keeps
us from one another.
This latest job he
finally got, he has
worked for all his life.
To guard the Pearly Gates
keeping an eye on Earth,
protecting his God and wife.
Created 15 Jan 2018
Walking along the seashore
Sand sifting through my toes,
Pondering ancient mariner lore
Walking along the seashore,
Scenes my mind can scarce restore
Of sailors and their pirate foes,
Walking along the seashore
Sand sifting through my toes.
Written March 10, 2022
competing without terror or war - no therapy needed
NOTE: I was thinking marine life, even extreme environments: animals don't need therapists. Why?
lying on the sea
languid moon sensual waves
in marine embraces.
Never on Face Book post
Your visit to a coast,
Let alone a transfer
By riskier miles far,
Save you are spiritual
And your prayers perpetual.
The relocated-to-a-coast
To not propose any toast
Nor a chef order to chickens roast…
Not for loud – mouthed boast
One’s transfer to a coast,
As waters are met the most
From pillar zigzagging to post;
The craziest obeying some Ghost,
Whose drowning record is its marine boast…
A decidedly contentious host.
The transferred to a coast is not The Lucky
There too wait waters The Murky!
The shivery war had come to an end
But the clash of the minds will never so
Brick-hard thoughts never seem to bend
Before the countless lives going sore.
On one side lay the bloody flag
And on the other, the salty marine one
Each claiming their victory bag
Made some tales of gore
The clash hadn't brewed where it should,
But with the innocent lives of the third.
Nobody showed the humanity they could,
Neither did the sickle, nor the bird
The millions, who just earned liberty
Still remain to pay their debts
Neither did remain their rich property
Nor did their precious hearts
Happy were the people of the third
As they had earned freedom for their next
Little had they fathomed the following absurd
Their next killed and grabbed was their nest
Greenfields then grew barren
Blooming buds made not to bloom
And before the sides made it even
The massacre had made the world, bloody-gloom
A wave plays upon a liquid canvas,
in colors of brown, gold, aqua glass.
Globules mingle in 4/4 time
chiming songs, a crystal voice, sublime.
Somewhere in a distant keep,
are echoes of that briny deep.
Ingrained in oceans memory,
mammalian song is mimicry.
Dive down into the aqueous abyss,
you’ll enjoy a crystalline bliss.
Ride a dolphin into the sunlight,
they are personalities of delight.
An expedition to the coral reef,
gleans the beauty you may seek.
Aesthetic marvels, can be found,
among the corals, that abound.
Aquatic colossus breaches with elation,
crystalline baubles spray towards
periwinkle skies as casting flukes sway.
In expanse of brine play the descendants
of millennia old warriors; their songs
eco among the macrophyte gardens.
They know the secrets of ancient sailors,
these Balaenoptera musculus in their clan-pods
carry the wisdom of unknown worlds within Gaia’s
womb. A harmonic constitutional for these
hearts of compassion, the annual migration
will glean offspring to carry on the tradition
and guardianship of esoterica; this star
has come far and whispered her secrets
only to the wise ones.
4-22-2021
ALL YOURS (Apr 23) Poetry Contest
Brian Strand
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