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Why can't oceans just flow, like a gentle river stream.
instead of crashing into shore
and then going back for more.
Is it just me, thinking out loud, after a long and vivid dream.
Couldn't it just trickle to the edge, without a noisy and almighty roar...
Ships and boats, would never be tipped over and sunk
Girls on the shore, would rarely see, a ripped surfy hunk.
No whitecaps to look at,
no tides to ruin...
sand castles on the shore.
Precious marine life swimming and crawling...wherever it wanted
Not getting tossed all about... they'd be happy
But it's all too challenging to function...oh dear ...
We still need the orbiting moon to be there...
That's what my dream forgot to fully figure out... until just now.
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'Whatcha say we spin a jig?' She said from 'neath my tongue,
Her almond bittersweet the queried tang ...
So naught but few, the moments 'til my belfry's bell was rung,
And thus with such euphoric, sexy clang.
"Do the worst and mock, you beast!" I bellowed at the moon,
Now feeling quite as tho' I ruled the world ...
For I, Mad Molly's mournful feast, would feign her lover soon,
And off this craggy ledge, be gently hurled.
The surfy sirens, leagues below, were pounding with my guilt,
And screaming that my sacrifice should be
Mad Molly's choice and reckoning, for her's the heart 'twas jilt,
Her tempers raging stronger than the sea.
But she had promised me a dance, and I would not be spurned,
Thus twirling 'top those ledges like a fool ...
My arms and legs akimbo while I tossed and twirled and turned,
So soaking in the moon's pearlescent drool.
I danced with crazed abandon, as Mad Molly laughed and cried,
Each dark regret and demon bleeding free ...
But I couldn't blame her anymore, for how I'd sinned and lied,
'Twas time those hells be given to the sea ...
"I hate you through, but love you more, Mad Molly," I'd begun,
The surging surf below, did plead and roil ...
"Please, kiss me deep now, Molly, for our time on earth is done!"
Then off we waltzed ... into the mortal coil.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Strand Select 9, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
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( Do you have a favorite poem of your own that you love, but that few others seem to respond to? I have posted this here and elsewhere before, but only received one short comment in all that time. Still, it has an ambiguous story and bubbling darkness that I just adore! (And that 14-10 rhythm is a fav of mine). I hope someone will find it as fun as I do ... this time. ;o) )
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'Whatcha say we spin a jig?' She said from 'neath my tongue,
Her almond bittersweet the queried tang ...
So naught but few, the moments 'til my belfry's bell was rung,
And thus with such euphoric, sexy clang.
"Do the worst and mock, you beast!" I bellowed at the moon,
Now feeling quite as tho' I ruled the world ...
For I, Mad Molly's mournful feast, would feign her lover soon,
And off this craggy ledge, be gently hurled.
The surfy sirens, leagues below, were pounding with my guilt,
And screaming that my sacrifice should be
Mad Molly's choice and reckoning, for her's the heart 'twas jilt,
Her tempers raging stronger than the sea.
But she had promised me a dance, and I would not be spurned,
Thus twirling 'top those ledges like a fool ...
My arms and legs akimbo while I tossed and jigged and turned,
So soaking in the moon's pearlescent drool.
I danced with crazed abandon, as Mad Molly laughed and cried,
Each dark regret and demon bleeding free ...
But I couldn't blame her anymore, for how I'd sinned and lied,
'Twas time those hells be given to the sea ...
"I hate you through, but love you more, Mad Molly," I'd begun,
The surging surf below, did plead and roil ...
"Please, kiss me deep now, Molly, for our time on earth is done!"
Then off we waltzed ... into the mortal coil.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Strand Select 9, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
("Molly" is the street name for 3, 4-Methylenedioxymethamphetamine, or "Ecstasy", C11 H15 NO2)
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