Rhyme Sea Poems

Adieu, Mon Capitan

Adieu Ami, Mon Capitan,

Your voyage, hence has ended,

This Voyager, once befriended.

Adieu Ami, Mon Capitan,

The thrill for you, sailed the Seven Seas,

The will of crew, ever

I am Blue

Patty Master

Flippin patties, fresh and hot,
SpongeBob’s grill is the best spot.
The secret formula, a secret so tight,
Makes the Krabby Patty just right!

Flippin’ fast with perfect skill,
Each

Fool's Errand

From his bottle, Grandpa took a sip. 
I gazed sleepily at his bottle ship. 
Grandpa said that life could be so cruel. 
Grandma said, your

Semi-Salted

He deserved, but never served

As a squid just like his dad

Well preserved, but fragile nerved

All emotions were unclad

Anxiously, he set to sea

Needing moxy really bad

Waves

Mary Anning 1799 - 1847

Born in Lyme Regis Dorset
a palaeontologist fossil collector
in the English Channel marine bed cliffs
and a coprolites (faeces) detector
who at only twelve years old
found the first

Dweller of Our Heart

Born among stars, for a star, too, am I
A scion of the Earth and the star-filled sky
Helios, my name, called by ancient ones
Stardust clings as

S-O-S

Am I on an island launching bottles out to sea
beached at the waterline will someone rescue me
I'm drowning not waving as the boats go by
abandoned

Sea Of Tranquility

By day my dreams go drifting
of their own design
I find my mind wandering
down to the waterline
for a change of scene
let's you and me
go swimming in

Candle

There he was still as a windless night,
As if adorned in the drapes of the stormy sky,
His shield covering the faintest shimmer's plight.

The candle held

Moon On Iceberg - Rondelet

Moon on iceberg
it's dim like magic on a corpse
Moon on iceberg
Jack in Rose's arms, frost returns;
this cold of moon and sea will pour
after she kills

Ended too soon

She stood there, eyes on the moon,
Whispers of 'where do I begin?'
It had already ended — a silent doom,
She searched for warmth in the sea's

ADRIFT AT SEA

ADRIFT AT SEA*
sea-worn bottle, 
bobs on a digital tide.
inside, not paper brittle with salt,
but luminous lines of light,
coded in metaphors and rhyme.

message tossed
into the sea.
unknown

Ocean's Body - Rondelet

Ocean's body
old footprints gone before I come
Ocean's body
with flower's toss, overgrowing,
old footprints gone before I come — 
the fall of the tide falls in love
Ocean's

Get Thee Behind Me

Speak of the devil incarnate
to give the devil his due
not to play devil's advocate
tho' devil-may-care
the devil is in the details
and while we're there
to state so