Always changing, moving, rising and falling.
I love to stand by a sandy strand
and yell at the ever-rolling ocean.
I go down
to the restless seas and tidal lakes,
I go down as an exiled Neptune goes down
to shake my trident in a brazen joy and defiance,
to be part of that upheaval of the sea
but not in it.
I love the tides how they
move us in and out of one space
to another.
I am brave no more,
I am water in the mouth of a fleeing fish,
it is my unspoken secret.
The ocean is too dangerous for a man of my stout age.
Neptune now reigns within straw huts
or beach front mansions.
Too much salt
and I gag.
Yet I love to go (at a distance),
to meet the seas stormy depths,
to wave my arms, to lift my trident high,
to spin it like a baton
otherwise, what is it good for?
The very worst day for me
is a day becalmed, a day without ebb and flow.
No need to pity old Neptune,
I never did like shellfish.
summer season on
lovely Neptune planet lasts
about forty years
Neptune was a bit jealous of the new sea king MerMim.
Young mermaids were steaming up the rocks to see him
He was virile and handsome, appealing in every way.
Learning about him made Neptune jealous that day.
You are the most handsome god in the sea, said his wife.
He did not appreciate it, for he had forgotten his life.
He used to be the one the young mermaids lined up to see.
Now they called him “the old man who lives in the sea”
All I can distinguish from this tapestry of a world
are the different hues of blue within the little threads
The rain that falls when the tears of little neptunes
cleanse the world from any form of optimism
The ocean where all that sadness is drained towards
that many find themselves drowning in
No matter how many lenses of yellow
I tether to my eyes
The life from the green is incapable to satisfy
as there is simply no life or happiness to be found,
even within the baby blades of grass
Life never lasts anyway
it always seems to die
And unfortunately, death is the foundation of the floods
from little neptunes
Enraged winter ocean
Mighty anger displayed
Neptune has lost control
Howling winds whip up waves
Fearful for sailors' souls.
Enraged winter ocean
Turbulence ongoing
Neptune is clearly mad
Manic ocean tantrum
Watching in warm clothes clad.
Enraged winter ocean
Boat battles angry sea
Fanatical Neptune
Rout under soulless sky
Storm rages at high noon.
Enraged winter ocean
Unrelenting frenzy
Neptune's beyond the pale
Vortex of pure madness
Man is so very frail.
catastrophic storm
my heartbeat accelerates
at Neptune's anger
my internal storm tempered
watching mighty ocean rage.
Ocean or Seas
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Send me up into space to live in the night sky.
Along Saturn's rings, I'll dance along to my own beat.
Turning in circles as I pretend the planets revolve around me
Until I slip off the edge and float away.
Running into stars as I make my way through space
Neptune is next, and then Mars another day.
Written May 30, 2021
Neon blue in late night sky,
Earth’s most farthest cousin,
Planet god who rules the sea,
Triton best of fourteen moons,
Uper crest of frozen gas clouds,
Nebulous six rings of floating ice,
Each year equals 165 of ours!
Written 23/05/21
Planet poetry competition
Matt Caliri sponsored
Oceans sustain
Sometimes in vein
Procreate life to remain
Oceans breed
Bleed indeed
Proliferate that decreed
Oceans mediate
The lowly reprobate
In tides which duplicate
Oceans fluctuate
Repeatedly replicate
What God doth advocate
Oceans hide
Places provide
Crucibles which collide
Oceans strive
Remain alive
Contrive, derive and survive
Oceans are
Therefore by far
Marvels a bizarre repertoire
The hand of Neptune
sprouted from the sea,
megalith,
fortress of stone
and inside were sailors
who’d died at sea;
lonely souls
lost to a watery abyss.
The hand of Neptune
has raised them from
a watery grave;
one last wave
to the bygone hopefuls,
left behind...
remember...
Something
Something's coming, you can smell it in the city air,
a trace of salt-sting, wave-licked
from where Neptune's head breaks above the
waves through slopes, foothills, mountains of white
water, swirling braids of kelp, as green Sea horses stamp
the laughing waves. Then calm.
Ocean, kissed by sunlight, smiles
a billion-acre peace across her blue-green world,
below which whales glide, dolphins dance,
and mermaids, combing their silver hair,
sit on iron-coopered trunks
filled with gold and jewels perhaps,
sand-choked, rusting, like human wishes
long unanswered long forgot.
Then something, something flies up, upward
through the endless sea, rising to where
you move like sunlight through the world
weaving fugues of love around my heart.
Can a planet ring like a bell?
Hollow earth theory can, t fortell.
But Neptune rings home by. mother Bell.
Whose cell phone was sent to hell?
Roaming charges inflated my bill.
I can't call home, my phone's there still.
Tall tale conveyed
A little like a charade
Was about a mermaid
Partook in a parade
Long golden hair in braid
Eyes brilliant of gems inlaid
Seated on a throne of jade
Draped in seaworthy brocade
She was beautifully portrayed
While her graceful horses neighed
They passed by a colourful arcade
Enchanted was she by a serenade
Suddenly craved a wild exotic escapade
Ran off with an attractive mate in mascarade
Thought he’d treasure her heart soft as suede
But quickly the wondrous fantasy decayed
Realizing she’d been misplayed
Heartbroken and betrayed
She’d been remiss and overstayed
With much reason to be afraid
Perilously parched if further delayed
She urgently made her way through the glade
To the closest waterfall cascade
Moral of the story aptly made
When you’re a mermaid
Guest in a parade
Whether paid or unpaid
Do not cross the barricade
Submitted on October 3, 2020 for contest SECOND CHANCES NA POEMS of 2020 sponsored by CHANTELLE ANNE COOKE - RANKED 6TH
and on October 2, 2020 for contest YOUR BEST UNCLAIMED POEM sponsored by JOHN HALMILTON
Originally posted on February 20, 2018
the lissom sea lily a testament at your death
feathered petals left in memory
but are you dead, Neptune?
I am no longer reminded of
the pin-spotted watery wedding veil
along the edge
it has now become a frozen blue veil
around a beach ball
hung or strung
in the black nowhere space
can you bounce back from the throw, Neptune?
who threw you, brother of Jupiter and Pluto?
is there another dolphin to find again Salacia in the deep
to see the foaming equine ride
to find the white pin-spot veil of your jouissance
fringed again on the sands
but what dolphin can fly so high
no flutter or stutter or flop
but a high-forced flipping
(have we built one so tough?
Pegasus, your wings and strength ... aaaah
you psychopomp, you Charon,
be mindful of your distinguished exalted bloodlines)
will you come so far?
the lissom sea lily a testament at your death
feathered petals left in memory
but are you dead, Neptune?
I am no longer reminded of
the spotted watery wedding veil along the edge
it has now become a frozen blue veil
around a beach ball
hung or strung
in the black nowhere space
who threw you, brother of Jupiter and Pluto?
is there a rebound from the toss?
is there another dolphin to find again Salacia in the deep
to see the foaming equine ride
to find the white pin-spot veil of your jouissance
fringed again on the sands
but what dolphin can fly so high
no flutter or stutter or flop
but a high forced flipping
wings instead this time
Pegasus, (mindful of your exalted bloodlines)*
your duty
*Pegasus born from Neptune (Poseidon)and the Gorgon Medusa
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