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Faydra Johnson Poem
I long for Her deep dreamy blue
She is forever calling my name
At times She is a smooth calm
And at times She shows no shame
Mapping out directions of mass
Her currents changing with her moods
Taking a prisoner at Her own will
Supplying Her own nourished foods
The aromas of Her salty froth
And the sea nectar from Her lip
I am addicted to Her scents
Tantalizing me with Her tight grip
She's richer than earth's black soil
Holding the treasures one has lost
Plundering king's jewels by Her depth
Many lives Her hands have tossed
She will show no given mercy
Mocking towards the fragile earth
Nothing existing can break Her will
New erosion She forever will birth
I cannot show Her my inner fear
To Her empowering fight
I will cast my soul fathoms deep
Down in Her secret kept light
She will give the invite soon
As She awaits my final send
She and I will unite as one
Alas, on Her, I can depend
She gently holds the moon and the stars
Commands daily the wind and the sun
Mother Ocean was created by God
Eternity's prize She has won
Copyright © Faydra Johnson | Year Posted 2008
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Streaks of gleaming solar beams
Spears through the warm aqua blue
My life's ultimate quest of fantasy and venture
Was God's glorious undersea view.
The warmth of "Her" southern blanket
Comforts me as if I were at home
Waves disclose mass energies of life
Tides call me for a story book roam.
The vivid proud colors project at me
As my mind tries to soak it all in
A serenity I have never lived before
My inner-man with a fixed grin.
Mazes through the jagged coral
Anticipation explodes around every turn
My seeking eyes eagerly hunger
For a memorable new sight to learn.
I will always be a part of "Her"
"She" will forever live as a part of me
When "He" takes my hand to leave this all
Please, cast my shell into "Her" South Seas.
Copyright © Faydra Johnson | Year Posted 2005
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Her warm aqua eyes
Have since turned ice blue
Hope has escaped her
Grasping on to her rosy hue.
Wisdom left behind
Self-pity shakes her hand;
Gripping strongly to self-worth
Stealing away her LAST STAND.
Searching diminished dreams
Wasted away in Failure's Fire
Her smiles among the ashes
Along with her willful desire.
Set emptiness secures her
As she enters remorsefully in
The door of her dungeon of Dark Woes
Blanketed tightly in her revealed sin.
Copyright © Faydra Johnson | Year Posted 2008
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