Cancer (21 June-22 July)
A good defence is the best offence
Smothering love and the moon's influence
Confronting my fear of fluid terrain
I'm constantly dancing in the rain
Protected in shell I supress my fear
of the past reoccouring, you wont find me here
For inside my shell beats a nurturing love
To wan my depression, this love's not enough
Ecstatically sad and chips on my shoulder
Borderline cuckoo and maybe bi-polar
I'm up them I'm down and very persistant
Sensitivity, the one trait consistant
From resentful and moody to sweet and sublime
Daydreaming, a favourite for passing the time
A typical crab with no fingers but claws
Close my beady eyes and ignore all the flaws
Hard but I'm soft and my humour is dry
As wet as a drip and aware I can't fly
So I'll wallow in rockpools of smiles and despair
Both sides of me make a wonderful pair.
16th June 2011
So far offshore, but nothing was biting
Six-pack behind me looked so inviting
New rod I placed on the deck
Though it was just for a sec
‘Twas then an amberjack hit like lightning
The buoyant rod bounded over each wave
Determined, I vowed that pole I would save
Spun my boat in fit of rage
Against this fish, war I’d wage
An Ahab-like victory I did crave
With a gaffing hook, I retrieved the pole
To catch amberjack, I’d be on a roll
Barracuda caught it first
Fell overboard, then submersed
The ‘cuda eyed me as his dessert goal
*Entry for Frank's "Summer Memory" contest
I cross the threshold into the unknowing,
Plenty can quantify my needs.
Whispers of hints,
Clues to the secrets which lie in the mist,
Are given,
And I am not blind enough to let them surpass unnoticed.
I wade through the dark waters,
Unsure of what lies beneath.
Snakes of terror,
Gators of death,
I refuse to shrink in fear.
I continue on,
Head held strong,
Above the current that buffets,
Trying to force me down.
For nothing brings me to its depths,
My will power far too great.
I climb those waves of steps and steps,
And renounce false fate.
GOING HOME
How sweet to be swept by the tide
At last from this ocean earth-wide
And soon on the horizon to comb
For the mist-wrapped mountains of home.
Women mending nets, men at their ropes
Know we are coming, our cargo their hopes.
To hear their words, see their faces my heart beats
With the steady thrum of the breeze in the sheets.
My soul is worn and I cannot speak.
Snap of canvas and the halyard’s creak
Recall those endless days of fatigue -
But tell me we are closer league by league.
From salt-spawned days without number
The easy sway of the timbers
And the dip and plash of the prow
Are bringing me home from the brine now.
I thought I had hooked the world’s largest grouper
After struggling for hours, I was still reeling
Refused help from a friend; I was a trooper
Somehow I found its resistance appealing
Hot sun on the Gulf had me in a stupor
And in my hands I started to lose feeling
It finally came into view just before dark
Was shocked to find a fifteen-foot tiger shark
He’d just been toying with me all afternoon
And he was more than half the size of my boat
I felt like a comic in a weird lampoon
My heart seemed to be rising up in my throat
Captain Ahab might have viewed this as a boon
But far too much weight did this tiger shark tote
He bolted, took off, stripped the line from my reel
And I had to cast elsewhere for my next meal
* For Thvia's "The One That Got Away" contest (True Story!)
You keep me anchored
Safely moored to the shore
A beautiful harbor
Is where I reside
A sweet cove secure
From the incoming tide
Dare I drift away
Your grasp holds me back
Although a storm comes today
I'm not pulled into the black
But sweetly stowed in your seaport
As you bravely battle the fray
And I'm forever in your court
As I'm lovingly locked away.
Were it so as legends tell~
Dragon on my bow may be~
That which now doth bode me well~
For he has now thus flown to me~
As he doth decide to perch~
I so steer my course with care~
I'll not chance to suffer lurch~
His legend what was won of dare~
Days so old when knights were bold~
Oft that tale o'dragon told~
Yet now he soars with us through time~
A legend yours a promise mine~
Must have he then heard my chant~
Or mayhap 'twas me a'rant~
For rode he well upon my craft~
Never once a'glancin' aft~
As on those waters we down went~
Days begun & so soft spent~
Adrift in time o'endless mind~
Friend such dragon I did find~
Told me tales o'times before~
O'such deeds o'days o'yore~
Yet captured me he'd done so well~
In mind o'dragon I did dwell~
Sailed that river to her bay~
Done that journey on that day~
Yet never ever shall I forget~
Dragon once landed upon my deck~
SeaWolf
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Eyes stuck open - of angel in the mud -
Skies cry soundless pelicans in flight
Panicked Santa Ana winds shake tips of entangled feathers
An ambulance ignores this stop rushing for a human
Heaven in distress aches bloody, distorted sunsets
The child in me is missing her winged guardian
Vulnerable darkness falls on the grieving beach
Levers smooth reality.
One can't even tell apart purity from mud
I build white castles and move in
So tides would come and take me to Atlantis
They say it is a weightless city,
where crippled hearts totally recover
and anemones teach you how to bloom
when oxygen of soul is scarce
...and one becomes a legend in the storms...
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Elusive dreams, I wait on rocky shores
Looking out upon the waters of a troubled storm
Crashing, tearing, reaching to drag me under
Swirling about my ankles, slick rocks beneath my feet.
Will you reach for me when I am falling?
Will you watch me as I drown?
Will you feel any sorrow if I left you?
Would you help me find solid ground?
Siren voices whisper and entice me
Foggy mists beyond my reach
Dancing, calling, whispering of a silent sleep,
If I but release my hold and swim in waters deep.
Faces scattered on the wall
Across the walls in the hall
Pictures of places, animals and more.
Make me feel as if I'm sitting on the ocean floor
In the jungle, among the sea
You can't imagine what I can see
Sailing a boat far, far away
Makes me speachless without a word to say
Rushing home to catch the storm
Not wanting to leave the jungle so warm
Looking back to see what's left behind me
As I paddle slowly through the sea
As I wake up from my dream
I think of a rapid waterfall after a long smooth stream.
I mourn for him whom I still love;
though from me Cupid's ark hath sailed,
and with it my companion-dove,
across Poseidon's mighty veil.
I yearn for not his quick return,
but only to convey my heart,
for that I know is possible,
despite that we are worlds apart.
The dew that trimmed my bloom this morn,
that seeped into my leaf's lament,
still lightly glides with sentiment
and glimmers in the evening's tint.
His Majesty restrains his breath,
and so I root upon the pier,
but not to grieve nor damp my cast,
but come to terms with what I fear.
He saw me as his fated bud,
a flower very few can pluck,
and he was dearly confident
that I would bloom with lovers' luck.
But if his gentle hand hath writhed
before that infant's feeble vow,
then who am I to ardently
await the docking of his bow?
I do so miss his charming guise,
his shielding arms about my stem.
But what of all my missive pain?
Were not those earnest words for him?
The partly broken star subsides,
the past it lit no longer here.
Perhaps I should relinquish him,
and burn away my flimsy tears.
Show me a sky filled with birds
Dancing across the brilliant horizon
Say you love me without any words
Let me forget the arms I’ve cried in.
Well stay there on a perfect shore
And leave behind everything else
I don’t want to hear them anymore
I only want to see, touch and smell
Let me lay on the beach caressed by waves
Let them sweep me far out to sea
Please, just make everything okay
Don’t make me go back to being me
Because she was betrayed so deep inside
By a man that she thought was trust incarnate
And this is the only place she has to hide
If she went back now she wouldn’t make it.
I know its late, please stop looking at the time
Just give me a few more precious ticks
This is the only place I know I won’t lose my mind
Now I may survive one more day of him,
Down by the sea,
living free,
you and me
Let yourself go
Down by the sea,
for you see............
I know
what it means to be free,
down by the sea
Walk along the shore,
listen to the steady roar,
of waves on the beach
Always in your reach,
and you want it more
Down by the sea,
gulls passing by
What it is to be free
dont you agree?
Down by the sea,
watching them fly
Down by the sea,
you reach that stage
Wind in your hair
You..........
out of your cage,
see what's there
Down by the sea,
time can show,
tidal flow
Let your self go
You and me
Down by the sea
Seaspray can take it all away
Cant you see?
Live today
Down by the sea,
this wind,
sets you free
Mind to fly,
body to sigh
Down by the sea,
you and me
Extend yourself
body and mind
You have the time,
to be............
Down by the sea
Down by the sea,
body and spirit,
peaceful harmony
You and me
Tidal flow
Take me.........
where I want to be
Down by the sea
It becomes real
Tides can heal
You and me
Where we want to be
The ocean is beautiful
At daybreak
Calm and peaceful
A soothing turquoise
Just inviting me to
Leap in and enjoy myself
I don't do anything at first
But then I feel it coaxing me
With gentle pushes from behind
Waves softly hitting the boat
I strip off my clothing
And step up to the edge
Peering in to the inviting waters
I close my eyes, and feel the wind
I suck in a deep breath
And plunge into the tranquil waters
The water slides around me
Like shampoo oozing from it's bottle
My naked body feels cleansed
And I finally feel free
Nothing can stop me from
Living in this world
As long as look at it
Like a peaceful ocean
Always waiting for me
With open arms...
White Dog tell me stories
Of the places near and far
Of nights upon the ocean
Following a star
Tell me stories of adventure
And a Caribbean breeze
Or fighting swirling winds
Upon the mighty seas
Let me dream once more of sailing
And peaceful tropical nights
Gazing at the Southern Cross
Standing beneath the Northern Lights
White Dog carry me away
To where my dreams were bold and young
To feel the wind against my face
And the salt upon my tongue
Let me feel the gentle waves
On a night that’s calm and warm
Then stand in awe of her fury
In the midst of a tropical storm
White Dog bring my dreams to life
Of sailing days that never end
I see you sitting on the sand
Rest peacefully my friend.
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