when love was lost,
i never cried. i searched
for new love again.
through countless men
and endless cities,
a search that never ends.
through natures secret tunnel,
i sailed an endless sea,
from mountain top to ocean bottom,
a search i know will cease.
Categories:
ocean bottom, desire, emotions, love,
Form: Free verse
under the dirt, under the grass
live creatures fantastic we never see
just as on the ocean bottom
glide fish we cannot imagine
to think that in our gut are all sorts
of bacterium striving for dominance
and we oblivious, place bets on ballgames
conniving to hide what we've already consumed
Categories:
ocean bottom, animal, creation, power, race,
Form: Free verse
Must keep my mind occupied;
On God, I have always relied,
Bring us through thick and thin,
Then He will save us from sin.
Songs sing so we can inspire
Ocean bottom to top of tower;
Much to me will always mean,
Creating an elaborate scene.
God has given us many things
Love with happiness He brings
For us to appreciate and share
Times have been hard to bare.
Talent always have so much of;
What you play will always love;
For your greatness shall yearn
Back again want you to return
No matter wherever you are,
Will always be our shining star
Glowing softly in morning dew;
Those like you are only a few.
Jim Horn
Categories:
ocean bottom, allegory, analogy,
Form: Couplet
Look at how progress has scarred the planet Earth,
its lush mountains stripped of centuries-old trees;
oblivious to value, just their cash worth.
We're not racked with guilt or feelings of unease,
ecology is the last thing on Man's mind;
we claim the right to do whatever we please.
Mining minerals, we left open soars behind;
gaping gashes cut without a thought or care;
then abandoned; once, we gleaned all we could find.
We've scraped the Ocean bottom, trawling for fish,
and dumped sewerage into the sea for years;
unconcerned for the Earth, we do what we wish.
We need to respond to Mother Nature's tears;
for it will be too late once Man disappears.
Categories:
ocean bottom, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Terza Rima
Alba Gal swam down to the plane
It was the plane that brought her here
The remains of her Comet jet
In thousands of pieces at the ocean bottom
How the plane broke up was bad
But how Alba Gal and the others
Lost their lives was even worse
It read like something from a horror film
But was real and brutally ended life
Passengers thrown out of their seats
Necks and rib cages broken
Lungs exploded and heads cracked
Limbs later snapped like twigs
These injuries were seen later
After the bodies were recovered
Along with parts of the plane
It spoke of a tragedy beyond words
Death at 500 miles per hour
At 40,000 feet the worst way to go
Luckily most died in the plane
When it split apart like an egg
Before they hit the sea
Alba Gal died in her own way
While drinking a Gin and Tonic
Categories:
ocean bottom, death, flying, travel,
Form: Blank verse
Picture #1
Poetically Sees light shining into the seas
Above the wind blowing a light, chilly breeze
Looking into the ocean bottom all the way overseas
And seeing everything clear and with such an ease.
Poetically Sees the water rippling above
The ocean can bring you nothing but love
The shining light serenity and peace
Can help that pain and hurt release.
Categories:
ocean bottom, beach, beautiful,
Form: Free verse
OCEAN BOTTOM VIEWED-
On that day my soul grew midstream, midstream;
I threw my Antarctic upon the floor;
They are perfumed from unseen sunken breams;
There Venusians underscored treasures;
Act all that’s from out my heart does measures;
Oceans surrounding submissive pleasures;
~
I heard domestic, marine oiling;
My smallmouth bass, I could not awaken;
Seas crave the endogenous, temps boiling;
Sharp tooth sharks swim for fish for the taken;
Darken shadowed waters covered stricken;
Sea starfish broke dead floating silken;
~
In their stepped a vibratory sea bass;
Shark bite, I crave the saturnine south seas;
An echo from ocean floor hollered back;
Above and below ocean mangrove trees;
Also threw my whiting on the shore of seas;
Was a standout, breakout stout watery breeze?
~
When thinking of underwater ocean
Acts seaweed in liquid torrent motion?
6/4/19
Your Choice, Any Form, Any Theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Categories:
ocean bottom, allusion, analogy, appreciation, ocean,
Form: Sonnet
On that day my soul grew midstream, midstream;
I threw my Antarctic upon the floor;
They are perfumed from unseen sunken breams;
There Venusian's underscored treasures;
Take all that’s from out my heart does measures;
Oceans surrounding submissive pleasures;
I heard a domestic, marine oiling;
My small mouth bass, I could not awaken;
Seas crave the endogenous, temps boiling;
Sharp tooth sharks swim for fish for the taken;
Darken shadowed waters covered stricken;
Sea starfish broken dead floating silken;
In their stepped a vibratory sea bass;
Shark bate, I crave the saturnine south seas;
An echo from ocean floor hollered back;
above and below ocean mangrove trees;
also threw my whiting on shore of seas;
Was standout, breakout stout watery breeze;
When thinking of underwater ocean
Think seaweed in liquid torrent motion ?
3/30/19
Urban Sonnet Poetry Contest
Sonnet poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
Categories:
ocean bottom, analogy, appreciation, blue, color,
Form: Sonnet
Painful grain of sand
making something beautiful
on ocean bottom.
Categories:
ocean bottom, beautiful, nature, ocean, pain,
Form: Haiku
I have loved faces I will not see again --
faces of sand and earth,
faces steeped on mountain tops,
faces lilting on ocean bottom,
faces resting at the mouths of streams.
I have loved faces I will not see again,
mirrored in my empty palms.
I have loved faces I cannot reach
falling away between my fingertips;
faces stirred by idle winds
and the sad shifts of the tide.
I have loved faces I will not see again.
Though I cannot remember them each --
restricted lips, disciplined nose, questioning eyebrow --
they are all here.
They are expanded and shifted into my body --
in my jutting hip, the taut skin of my neck, the clogged valves of my heart.
Their expressions are contained in my cheekbones
and the crevices beneath my eyes.
Though my glance may neve rest upon their features,
they are here --
in my sacred bones, my eiderdown skin --
in my gypsy hair.
Categories:
ocean bottom, dedication
Form: Free verse