As I lay on mounds of a shoreline,
weightless in eyes' astounded spirit
blending with angels, dirt, and crosses;
my soul bears this emptiness
in writhing streams omnipresent for day
and twilight's heavy float-- hours change
beyond primitive instincts--a landscape
of bittersweet cycles appear, and below it,
the fluidity from incandescent waters lap
on mouths of frozen stars requesting patience.
Here am i sprouting below, above and under
their flesh; fulfilling my need for deliverance
out of some needled pinch :
awash by whimper of rain , all senses
moored and fashioned so lamely
on brittle soil of life unlived ,
seeking a depth of quiet within myself
time rippling upon this decayed shell undersea...
yet nothing came except a leaf falling.
Early morning and the gantry cranes
at Webb Dock look like long necked
dinosaurs lining up to drink from the river -
and the sky is aglow as it might have been
when tinged by the first hint of that asteroid
slamming into Yucatan on the other side
of the world 66 million years ago.
This is 2025 and no asteroid threatens
our fragile planet, yet more subtle
things do - things that reside in the dark
precincts of the human soul that pour
out pollution and in silos and undersea,
stoke embers that could at anytime
break free and incinerate us all.
You are so very far away my dear
Is that what makes this so special
How can you know me so well, so soon
Across lines of time and undersea
I want you and this
I want your mind, your body
Everything in between
You make me feel so good
Transitioning from liminal space
Building something new, safe and warm
Filled with care and consideration
Generous, reciprocal, valued
the seahorses grazed in a field undersea
the jellyfish wobbled at the party
the starfish in their constellations went
the clams secretive tight lipped and silent
the hammerhead sharks did the DIY
the clown fish entertained as they swam by
the plankton ruled undersea in their gangs
the octopuses spent too long shaking hands
the crabs on the side their day they spent
the lobsters approached in a pincer movement
the sea urchins loitered dishevelled and poor
while the oysters enjoyed everything and all
argh
the wooden pirate
with a real leg
‘pon his left shoulder
not a parrot but a peg
argh
his ship inverted
sailed ‘neath the wave
and in his treasure chest
was a craggy cave
argh
he roared with rum
empty barrels were full
his flag was white
black bones and skull
argh
the flag though ripped
caught on his hook
but not for a hand
‘twas ‘stead of a foot
argh
he roamed the undersea
looking for loot
but oh all the bubbles
from a whale in a boot
argh
the old salt
was seawardly feared
for everyone knew
and heard of Woodbeard
argh
the submariner pirate
of raid and of plunder
sprang up on those
and pulled them all under
In superhuman ability or the golden ring sought
filling the lungs to capacity into the waves besot
Faster and deeper into the depths sleek as if born to this world
Seeing what few will ever as around its denizens swirled
Diving off an undersea high rise of stones not trodded by men
my own breath becoming troubled she dives deeper and deeper again
Sprinting alleyways on the seas floor between walls cut precisely by time
Or chiseled by The will of God a workmanship sublime
The danger of becoming so fully entranced must remain uppermost in mind
As to aid in the returning to the world of the land breathing kind
Unencumbered free flowing soaring leaping in a single bound
how does she talk herself into returning to this now unhallowed ground
Awash in this world without chaos quieted by purpose of thought
Off the wheel off the chain this my friend can't be bought
Watch it yourself see what I mean live it through the fearless eyes
Of a free diver plunging into the surf to traverse it's watery skies
Treasure from the sea
Golden doubloon
Sixteenth Century artifact
By ancestors hewn
Earth’s history lays buried
Beneath five oceans
As undersea tremors
Create violent commotions
Freeing from Spanish galleons
Precious metals, gemstones
To greet early beachcombers
History on loan
Memories of bygone ages
Scattered on the sand
Finally kissed by sun again
While in a searcher’s hand
I pursue this morning trek
With Atlantis on my mind
Seeking proof at last
In treasures I might find
When ancient civilizations
Seem to disappear
Comb the beach, you might find
The evidence is here
For like a phoenix rising
New finds appear each day
And I’ll not stop searching
Till doubts I can allay
Nature's most beautiful floral
That very few get to see live is coral
Indescribable image
A natural privilege
A stunning landscape at which to marvel
Canonical, orbit, elliptical, prodigal, crown
come back to me reasons and signs and be found in these
Stardust, Sirius, be the scourge of Thebes and of the Sirens of Hades on their knees
But not to service their own but to hide and be weak in thee
The Papyrus reeds wallow in the wind
the fowls skip amongst the mirages,
in the dirge of passion wind dale
in swoon in unfair/fare play in khartoum
In the hands of the divine to scale
Fields, through which the herd drives in dew
and weather it in his due well, oxen and Ewe
The sea flows out of the shore into undersea caverns of mines
The sun comes out from the horizon,
and gemuinely shines
the "sun is my light, and is at your door"
the moon and sun united, light ignites akin forever more
The sun shines from below and rises above like a Phoenix of radiating love
the moon and sun united, satellited relays moonlighting this trove
They lazily prance across the blue
Beneath the surface, out of view
Pushed by waves they rise and fall
Never to answer a trumpet's call
Magical creatures so out of place
Adorned with nature's pony face
Never check that mouth, or utility
Of God's gifted horses from the undersea
April 2018
Sometimes I wish I didn’t enlist
In the Navy at so young an age
Barely seventeen
Chin clueless of the razor’s sting
But it was submarines for me
I wanted to fight under the sea
Thanks to a movie I was hooked
It was called Das Boot
Years, I did twenty
Action, I would say plenty
At times, unrelenting
Both as hunter and the hunted
I had duty on shore of course
Respite from the undersea wars
But I was anxious
Always anxious for more
Interwoven
With the life I’d chosen
Were marriages that didn’t last
Children who grew so fast
Lack of sleep, No relief
Always constant the submarine
When I finally got out
I wandered, I squandered
I shuffled about
Sometimes I feel I lost twenty years
The best part of my life gone
Am I wrong?
The loss of freedom
Months at sea
Love that could never be
Loneliness, fear, too much beer
Being stalked
The thrill of the hunt
Walking the walk
All that brought me where I am now
Should I regret?
No
But sometimes I do
I admit
They are the chariots of mermaids, the undersea calliopes
They grace the waves with their ballet
They are the turquoise flash within the spray
They are the steeds of Poseidon, the dreams of faeries
They are the fantasy Camelot carries
They are the coral's escaping sway
They are the treasure chest's display
They are the jewels of Amphitrite
The diluted rainbow tracks their courses
Through brambles sandy and seaweed fine
The blackness brightens in alabaster forces
With water sprite's gold of ubiquitous mines
Gossamer silkies ride these horses-
The silver of silent hooves shine divine!
Seahorses on see-saws prance, sashay and dance
gliding majestically under the sea.
No clip nor clop for this aquatic steed
for no legs adorn its knight-in-armour body.
Instead its fins keep these hippocampus poised
as they gambol gently and frolic about.
But of course it's a horse
with its tell-tale head and mane.
Ignore the odd prehensile tail
that some over-zealous strapper coiled.
It's a special horse for an undersea course
swirling and whirling silently
through seaweed strap slalom gates.
With no trot, nor canter, nor gallop, nor panting,
but with a leisurely pace in ambling gait,
like the painted horses on a merry-go-round,
the seahorse is forever poised,
in true dressage collection.
The square has four equal sides. Whether it is
in North America., South America, Africa, Asia,
Europe, Antarctica and Australia it remains
the same. From the highest mountain, deepest
Undersea lake to the most luxurious valley it measures
the same. No matter the holder, or the way it
is turned by life's challenges. global integrity
is it's namesake.
There's no one saying any words,
It's just the sound of their shallow voices fading.
Their thoughts are yelling from afar.
for another sound, they've been waiting and waiting.
Silence is watching them complain,
They don't see the place that it's brought them to.
The only sound that they can hear,
Is what's stopping them from doing what they want to do.
It starts to strangle all their necks,
As they struggle to not shed a single tear.
Silence has chained them undersea,
They start screaming underwater but no one wants to hear.
So now the water starts to dry,
Every last faith and hope has been washed away.
Sound is the only thing they craved,
So now they're dead and on the ground, their bodies lay.
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