A crown
Of gathered shells
Indigo springtime sky
Mirrors the contented ocean
Mermaid
in pearls
kiss curls
mermaid
moon-made
teal scales
tea tames
rose light
jade night
wine bleeds
wave heeds
soul dove
soothes love
shell sings
zeal zings
stars crease
sage breeze
heart seethes
sea breathes...
The tide pulled me down a greedy, cold hand dragging me from the shore where laughter used to live.
My lungs burned,
a fire I couldn't quench.
Darkness bloomed behind my eyes,
a soft surrender beckoning.
Then, a flash of emerald scales,
a movement like liquid moonlight,
and strong arms wrapped around me.
He was not man, not quite,
but something born of salt and dreams,
his eyes like polished shells,
his voice a murmur of the deep.
He brought me to the surface,
coughing, gasping,
into the air I thought I’d lost forever.
He held me until my breathing calmed,
his touch a promise of another dawn.
Then, with a flick of his tail,
a swirl of shimmering green,
he was gone,
leaving only the sound of waves and the taste of salvation on my lips.
338.
The Return of Little Mermaid
Tiptoeing in the darkness of this royal room
Of this ignorant prince soon to be groom
For breaking my heart, I'll bring you your doom!
Not knowing that I am your true rescuer
Blended with the foolishness of your princess seducer
Equals the union of these two stupid beings forever
Such abomination I'll not allow to transpire
Now is the time for you to expire
Hah! Breathe your last! Taste death so dire!
Thank you, oh dagger, for making the prince rest
You have also unloaded my heart's heavy jest
Soon I'll be back to my primeval nest
Flow royal blood into this vial
You will soon bring my life back to normal
Under the see where it is regal
Farewell cruel world on this land above
Pour prince's blood onto these silly feet I have
Behold the Return of Little Mermaid to her homeland of love!
-02/17/2015
(Dumarao)
*Opposite Endings Collection
mid song ~
yet almost lost to longing
methods of the mundane
soothe no more
distance holds my gaze
in ways that purge time
but not infatuation
the intricacy of binding spells compels
steals me back
to last gasps
of ecstasy
shimmers of tears clash
with murmurs still embedded in stone
lapping waters draw me under
until it is I that is too weak of will
within your embrace
I should expire
entranced completely by desire
no lapsing thoughts
nor dread in swathes
a mystery scaled
in a myriad of ways
woken up and ushered in
retrieved from perpetuality of sin
by moving earth
and crashing wave
transfixed eternal
by all the ways you save
jagged heart hidden
behind hazelnut stone
wicked riddles rolling
inside angelic lips,
petite powerful tongue
connect our souls
my milian, mermaid
princesses don’t belong
under water forever;
even angels rebel
siren of the sea
luring sailors to their death
songs of enchantment
Mermaid song
As I lay my head right now
I lay with you honey
I love you so much my queen
My beautiful mermaid
We lay together honey
In the ocean of our love
With my mermaid lullaby
Whispered into your ears
„I love you so much my king,
My handsome prince ,
The ocean is our bed
The water our duvet
I cover you with my fin
In the waves of our
Ocean- deep dream"
A mermaid fish gives me a glimpse
Quintessential beauty of the deep blue sea
Untold gorgeousness which I had never before seen
An anomaly who gave me just a sliver of a glimpse of a look
Rarely does a human get to see such a creature
I feel honored, excited, and chosen by her majesty
Under water the creatures are cheering
Mystically and mythically sound
The Danish Mermaid
The famous mermaid of Denmark we know well
a grey figure, the color of seals with breasts
That was not seen as a threat to anyone's sensibility
I have described the old mermaid, I didn't know
There was a new one, whose large, sexy **** had
caused uproar among the female population in
the democratic kingdom of Denmark
The spokesperson for women claims that women
do not look that voluptuous and want the statue
removed from public display, shielded from eyes
of lust of men who know what, 22 years old
looks like in hushed evening light
The women of power who run the charming land
have prudish tendencies and will not upset their
sisters showing what a young woman looks like
sexy and full of life
august serenade
beneath a silver moon ~
mermaid magnetism
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
I stood
in front
of my class
and cried
biscuits
over you
squirting out
my elegant tears
like fish eggs
while you
took selfies
in a muscle shirt
that read
'Don't be such a mermaid'
Luna beckon's a siren's song
To reach the crescent moon,
she awakens before the water serpents arise,
and sea merchants sailing in from shores nearby
At crack of dawn and drawn to flickering lights,
night's natator of the bluest sea
zigzag's through the starfish
Caught in a seaweed beaded necklace,
tangled in nets sailors left adrift,
she reaches the open prismatic sky
A rainbow parrot fish tail flips over
smoothed sea glass rock
A siren goddess appears
Multicolored moments, eyes dilate
as indigo hues glow—it blankets
in silhouettes upon flowing strands of hair
Embracing the early morn with a sigh,
mystified mermaid from deep underwater
her thumping heart beats calm, in sync
with the crashing wave as it trickles down
A phenomenal crescent moon luminescent
As a cool salty wash laps the rocky shore,
it recedes with sizzling sounds leaving
pocket holes in the wet sand
Dawn calls with haunting cries,
she sings a siren's song
Millie, the mermaid was a reading machine.
It started with a shipwreck, among the marine.
A library for a king had gone down in the wreck.
I can teach myself to read, she said without genuflect.
She started with picture books, one word on a page
Those old Dick, Jane and Sally texts which tells my age.
Moved on to primers and dictionaries with pix.
Now she is reading novels, instead of watching flicks.
She has read almost every book in this library now.
Currently reading a textbook on how to raise a goat or cow.
If I had legs, I would get on land and grab more books she groused.
I’d read poet from Poe, Coleridge, Emerson, Browning and Foust.
She wore necklaces of coral,
strings of pearls embracing her body,
glinting back at the broken sunlight
scattered across the sea floor.
Her glassy eyes gazed up,
somewhat worried, somewhat mournful,
longing to leap above the waves,
to sing that chorus of birds passing by.
Longing for her voice to take flight,
uninterrupted by ships sailing by.
She wasn't born a killer;
just cursed with a shadow of death;
and a sea that washed her bloody hands.
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