Out of the murky mist
Amidst the mistral winds
The tempest tips the mast
A crippled ship descends
Pain-fated Captain's crew
Rain ravaged by degrees
The cox would steer the crow
Below the savage seas
To dare the darkened depth
Untethered fathoms feared
As harkened angels wept
A weathered wraith appeared
To cast the mastless craft
Amidst the rocky realm
The staff, now pointed aft
While the cox, held the helm
New Captain's crew was calmed
By current, ruby red
A salty sea embalmed
The sunken, drunken, dead
An albatross had mourned
Poseidon's wounded pride
Thrust-trusted trident scorned
Calypso raised the tide
Lending eyesight past the retinal lens.
Seeking the sight through
the light of a looking glass.
Our home star shines through the parted clouds lay above.
Dauntless gamut, the drum is destructive by force.
Seeing the colors of healing in perfect tune.
Harbinger night terrified in horrifying hums.
Sat the same way across, open mouth absorbing what she can't.
Long time coming to triumphant horned brass.
Blearing these praises cross simple landscape paintings.
The trill of the ringing without the slightest bit of hearing.
Loathing no other in this decorative world.
Hurling the self down through a whirlwind turmoil.
Cascading down the eye of Neptune.
A resemblance jauntily bouncing, striking true ranging trident as if javelin.
Neptune has entered Aries—a journey
of tribulations for thirteen years.
With his planet among the flock,
Poseidon grabs his trident
and waits, in rage but calm,
to fearlessly feel
when to harpoon
the unheard,
holy
lamp.
One me stands steady, quiet and free,
a single mantra hum, a one-note plea.
Life moves smooth with one voice to appease,
one urge to answer, one heart to please.
Then a second me bursts in to shout,
“Hey—what about me?” it barrels out.
Two hands now fight, wrenching hard at the wheel,
a tug-of-war ensues that no truce can ever seal.
Then a third me shows up with a restless claim,
that split-shares the peace, with defiant trident flame.
A tragedy of commons, endless in dispute—
three ways straining, destructive in pursuit.
Yesterday is wrapped loosely
in the barbs and silky vapor of memory.
Tomorrow is a Mahogany wall of steep hope
slippery anxiety.
The Present is an awkward roll on an ocean.
of crimson crests and sable troughs.
Perfumed sails and bow-crushing sirens
Flashes of flippers and fins.
Sudden slashes and clicks.
The tapestry of grand sudden sorrow.
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.
There was the last dance
A final movement of the strs
Through the heavens that
No man can own
The last night before roses
When moonlight performed
on darkened waters
and promises were made
Softly as the moment
That would never come again
The Atlantic was so old
So deep in velvet mystery
And words have never meant much
To sleeping gods
I wish now that Neptune had arisen
His trident our judgement before dawn
For then our vows would have taken
The very wings of angels
And flown so very far away
The flashes and glimpses of a,
Time that I remembered.
The happy times.
The joyful times.
Those times that I loved so dearly.
Dreaming of a past that I knew so well.
I felt the darkness as it loomed above,
Then, the storm was quickly approaching.
The fear swallows me as I dream of a man,
He walks with a bright light,
Like none other can.
He surrounds us in a bubble,
Protecting all from the evil.
We watched and listened,
Yet all we heard was,
The complete silence,
Of a grateful nation.
I saw him turn as he held the Trident,
So regal and honored.
I saw the lightning pierce the sky,
Then, when I saw him,
He disappeared into the sea,
No one saw him except for me.
I heard him tell me,
Be safe my child; I shall return,
The storm is almost gone.
I felt a light kiss on my cheek,
Then I remembered it all.
My name is Dominque.
Sing songs muses muse blueberry pies
Sung blues one day the muse all died
Hail the stars that distance hath grace
Earth star hath turned anew took place
Traverse the constantly cached stars
Beast unburdened braves of past scars
Trident had Kraken divide her in half
Great made small sat back and laughed
Harp corraled midst meshed verged
Luna slumbers sourced piece emerged
Hearken the heralds the angelic sing
Universal timing presence peace bring
Such folly be told of that kind of talk
Can a massive own a minute tick-tock
What meaning exists for the colossal
Infinite stretch from the number zero
Why should we
be allotted a day at all
there is no allotment
we carry the load
we always have
we always will
it is au naturale
we succeed
the pain, or,
somehow
just proceed
despite it all
the ripping open
of seals, torn -
the message crowns,
at the opening
the trident
at the door
inside, revealed
we are
the strength
potentate
high above
the little man
the smaller
sacrament
the Mother
that birthed
it all
Candide Diderot. ‘24
“Mother is the name for God in the lips and hearts of little children.”
Barber, Samuel. Adagio. Strings.
William Makepeace Thackeray.
International Womens' Day.
Divine couple beyond the illusions of
Materialistic world
Shiv is shakti and Shakti is shiv
Their love is eternal
Their divinity shines like a pearl
Trident of mahakal destroy the devils
Shiv is free from inevitable cycle of birth and death
Shakti his counterpart is the Nature
She is the perfect example of maternity,
And at the same time graceful and great warrior to destroy evils
They both complement each other in a perfect way
There love story filled with tests, pain , sacrifices and lots of true love...
A stone falls into the Ocean,
Causing ripples as I hear,
The voices within my heart warning me.
Blind to the ripples as they become waves,
Rocking the boat as the storm approaches.
Night becomes dark.
In the middle of a nightmare the rains and,
Lightning surround my tiny boat,
In a big ocean of danger.
Massive waves rocking the boat side to side.
Looking, searching hoping for the light.
Then I see in the distance,
The tower of light,
On the coast alerting us of the cliffs.
The light guides us to safe passage,
Bringing us home.
I look out to sea and,
I see Poseidon who raises his trident.
Then I realize he has always,
Been there protecting us.
Believing, I choose to care not be silent
You pierce my heart's pleas by trident
You're healing me with your genuine caring
The benefits are bold in what we are sharing
No catastrophe in us could ever possibly be seen
Your gentle touches I always feel what they mean
I'm buying in, heading for your other worldly charms
You're accepting that I always belong in your arms
You got the summers vacant scent; from me in the fall
I continue to give you the love, as I am standing tall
You are the only one I showed up for above and beyond all else
How could I have possibly known, you would return me to myself
Farewell, father. On adrenaline filled adventures, you’ve raised me. Canoeing open waters, fishing with trident spears. In search of game, we’ve explored. I clench my Glock .45, the Brown Bears passed us by. A proverbial Sirens call? Nay. Whatever lies ahead, I’ll take you with me. We’ll meet again, soon.
Buttercups are dancing to singing daffodils
King Neptune, with his trident, is surfing down a hill
Rabbits playing hopscotch with rainbow coloured frogs
Snails with sparkly spinning shells slither along gold logs.
Wolves in sheep's clothing are bleating nonstop,
Four hyenas harmonise, in a barbers shop.
Centipedes were newly crowned; Kings Of Tug Of War
While spiders spin silk candy floss for their online store.
A pony with a sore throat, was sounding rather hoarse
Moles queued to play nine rounds on Trumps new golf course.
The parrot kept repeating the same unfunny joke
The magician did his magic tricks with a talking cloak.
I came across a chip tree, surrounded by a moat
Where fish were reading newspapers in a paper boat
The moat is filled with batter and when a fish goes in,
A sudden blast of dragon's breath, cooks and seals the fish within.
I thanked a praying mantis, who had taught me self-defence
Only then to realize, none of this made any sense.
I blamed it on the late night snack before I went to bed
Then said goodnight, to the squid, that's curled around my head.
19.05.22
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