As I Plant A Bouquet
“But can I feel the
salt in her tears
stinging my skin
I wonder aloud...”
sridevi data (2010/08/22)
And as I let my fins
brush the water’s edge
my mermaid’s mind
begins a tune
with shimmering ripples
of the sea
making sweet sound like a sitar
as I watch the glowing
sea anemones winding waywardly
around the bed-rock where I sit
waiting for the choir
of blue dolphins
in the heart of the sea
only to echo in this moment
the rhyme and rhythm
of my handsome mariner
as I plant a bouquet of sea-shells
upon my dark and curly hair.
poem by Leonard Dabydeen
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Nightboat
Standing on the edge of the quay
No light flashes on the water for me
Fog in my mind darkness in my eyes
Silently screaming for a distant sound
Ripple river yellows
Rising for a breath of breeding and drowns
Stillness overcomes me in the night
Listen to the rising water moan
Waiting, waiting for the nightboat
Im waiting, waiting for the nightboat
Shadows all through me shudder away
Echo me echo me am I alone
Or is the river alive cause it
Echoes me echoes me echoes me
Im waiting, waiting for the nightboat
Waiting, waiting for the nightboat
Im waiting
Im waiting, waiting for the nightboat
Im waiting for the nightboat
song performed by by Deftones
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Little Jamie
Ither laddies may ha's finer claes, and may be better fed,
But nane o' them a'has sic a bonnie curly heid,
O sie a blythe blink in their e'e,
As my ain curly fair-hair'd laddie, Little Jamie.
When I gang oot tae tak' a walk wi' him, alang the Magdalen Green,
It mak's my heart feel lichtsome tae see him sae sharp and keen,
And he pu's the wee gowans, and gie's them to me,
My ain curly fair-hair'd laddie, Little Jamie.
When he rises in the mornin' an' gets oot o' bed,
He says, mither, mind ye'll need tae toast my faither's bread.
For he aye gie's me a bawbee;
He's the best little laddie that ever I did see,
My ain curly fair-hair'd laddie, Little Jamie.
When I gang oot tae tak' a walk alang the streets o' Dundee,
And views a' the little laddies that I chance to see,
Nane o' them a' seems sae lovely to me,
As my ain curly fair-hair'd laddie, Little Jamie.
The laddie is handsome and fair to be seen,
He has a bonnie cheerie mou', and taw blue e'en,
And he prattles like an auld grandfaither richt merrily;
He's the funniest little laddie that ever I did see,
My ain curly fair-hair'd Iaddie, Little Jamie.
Whene'er that he kens I am coming hame frae my wark,
He runs oot tae meet me as cheerful as the lark,
And he says, faither, I'm wanting just a'e bawbee,
My ain curly fair-hair'd laddie, Little Jamie.
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Manami
I am Sorry. I am sorry those are the only words I can put to effort I am sorry I was not there to tell you good night, I am sorry that I wasn't there for your recitals. I am sorry I was not there to brush your hair, or get you ready for prom, I am sorry that I was not at you graduation that balmy June day. I am sorry that I was not at your wedding, to your dark haired handsome husband now that I look back and wish I could brush your blonde hair or to see your smiling face but, only in my dreams no more will I see the face of my young. I am sorry that I am your mother and for not being there when you need me the most so forgive me my sweet brown eyed blonde hair and with light tanned skin. Manami. I am Sorry.
poem by Raine Uchiha
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I Am (Mermaid)
I am a magical mermaid swimming in the tropical sea.
I wonder what new adventures each day will bring.
I hear happy dolphins chattering while they leap into the air.
I see the golden sunset sparkling on the water's rippling surface.
I want to live in this paradise forever.
I am a magical mermaid swimming in the tropical sea.
I pretend I am queen of the ocean, and all its creatures are my loyal subjects.
I feel the turquoise water cooling my skin.
I touch round, milky-white pearls and swirling light-pink seashells.
I worry that the beautiful ocean will soon become an ugly mess of filth and toxins.
I cry when I see careless humans destroying my home.
I am a magical mermaid swimming in the tropical sea.
I understand the hypnotic songs of crooning blue whales.
I say that the ocean is the prettiest place in the whole world.
I dream of swimming with sea turtles, finding treasure on ancient sunken galleons.
I try to live every moment to the fullest.
I hope all forms of pollution will soon come to an end.
I am a magical mermaid swimming in the tropical sea.
poem by Kimberly Kastner
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Nightboat
(taylor, taylor, taylor, rhodes, le bon)
Standing on the edge of the quay
No light flashes on the water for me
Fog in my mind darkens in my eyes
Silently screaming for a distant sound
Ripple river yellows
Rising for a breath of breeding and drowns
Stillness overcomes me in the night
Listen to the rising water moan
Im waiting, waiting for the nightboat
Im waiting, waiting for the nightboat
Shadows all through me shudder away
Echo me, echo me
Am I alone or is the river alive
cause it echoes me, echoes me, echoes me
Im waiting, waiting for the nightboat
Im waiting, waiting for the nightboat
Waiting for the nightboat
Im waiting
Im waiting, waiting for the nightboat
Im waiting for the nightboat
song performed by by Duran Duran
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Little Ripples
On a tranquil sea.
Are they really that calm?
Can I cross them,
Like a bump in the road.
Do I find the strength
Like in youthful naivety?)
To speed on through
Till one overtakes me
In my mind.
Little ripples.
They scare me so.
I keep swimming day by day.
Eyes just above the ripples.
Little ripples, Little ripples
Be kind to my mind!
The salt water relaxation
Is taking me away
From earthly cares.
But how many more ripples
Can I surmount?
Before I give up
And just become a memory
In peoples minds`.
poem by Peter Vealey
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I Am Ready to Jump
My body trembles;
I am ready to jump,
my entire body moves slowly as I take a few steps back,
I run- my arms feel like lead.
As I reach the edge,
I realize this wasn't so smart.
Now as I fall down, down, down,
through the air, I start to cry.
Salty tears slide up into my hair,
the vast body of water looms ever closer;
should I close my eyes?
Surely when I hit the water
I will die instantly.
Or will I find nothing but frothing water
and agonizing pain?
In an instant, I plunge into the icy water,
I'm not dead, I don't feel any pain.
But something keeps pulling me down,
and so I sink into the icy water.
'I'm not ready to die! ' screams a voice in
the back of my head.
And so I try to swim upward,
moving my arms that feel like lead.
No longer am I in a sea of salt and water,
but of porridge;
thick like mud.
So I stoke harder, faster;
going nowhere.
Exausted with fatigue I look for a shore line,
there is nothing but water.
As far as my eyes can see,
there is nothing but water.
And so I give up,
no more trying.
I fall back into the water;
eyes still open, stinging.
I fade into the depths of the water,
praying silently to my God;
singing my last song,
as I start to drift and nod.
poem by Sam Hughff
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By The Ocean (For Dislocated Heart)
I stand by the ocean,
Breathing in the crisp air of night fall,
Watching the moon slipping away,
As the sky melts into the sea;
An endless darkness.
I can feel my mind falling into its depths,
Thinking about every breath I take,
About the world above,
And the world below.
Questions fill my mind,
Questions of life, living, and existence,
Yet still I stand,
Silent and still.
The gentle breeze in the palm trees,
Brushing my hair across my face.
The wind pushes my dress against my legs,
The feeling almost mimicking that of the water.
I can feel the cool spray of the ocean with each wave,
A giant lung breathing the same air as I.
It is a calm entity existing to exist.
A world so unknown and full of wonder,
Yet so simple from above…
I breath a sigh and close my eyes,
The sight of the waves imprinted on my eyelids,
The scent filling my nose and mouth,
The water touching my skin,
The taste of the salt on my tongue,
The repetitive sound of the water endlessly fill my mind.
My feet buried in sand as if to be innocent sand crabs.
A moment so calm and simple,
Yet so meaningful,
If you take the time to experience it,
A moment in which nothing else matters,
Nothing but the water, the sand, and living.
Everything else, like the sky,
Melts away into the sea,
Into the endless dark abyss.
And so I stand,
By the water,
Living and breathing.
If only the world would stop for a moment,
A moment to live and breathe too;
So relaxing and yet so eye opening.
The silence of the night wrapping around me,
The ocean rocking me into sweet oblivion.
Until I have to open my eyes and walk inside,
Back to reality,
But until then,
I'll just stand here,
By the ocean.
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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I Am About To Sleep
darkness comes
it is routine, nothing is mysterious about it
and as usual i am about to sleep
but you are there knocking at the door
of my heart
bringing me a bouquet of vowels
looking like petals of the
blue flowers in the desert
i let you in and i take the bouquet of vowels
and shower it
sprinkle it
with the salt of my tears.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Life Without Music
If
I cannot listen
to the sound of music,
guitar playing
steel pan beating
sweet echo
of a melodious voice -
reggae or rock
calypso bacchanal,
as I watch
the Atlantic rushing
to wet my feet,
let my coconut water
and rum
dance like the waves,
then I'd rather
turn the light out
from the blue skies
because I have no life to live;
deep in my heart
a life without music
is a life without love.
poem by Leonard Dabydeen
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for Juvy...
Juvy is a thirsty woman
she is thirty, a widow for three years now
her husband died on a car accident
leaving her with
a daughter
tonight she cannot sleep
her breasts are making fire
she goes out of the house
and finds the brook nearby outside the fence
of her house
when she gets there
it is cold and dark but her breasts are glowing like cinders
she undresses herself
and goes into the water
her breasts are playful on the ripples of the water
she goes deeper
and dives
opens her eyes looking for happiness
she opens her mouth
drinks the fresh water of the brook
she is thirsty and wants to drink
everything
satisfied for now
she goes out of the water
dresses herself again
under the moon
she goes home
opens the door of her room
and with her hair still wait
she lays in bed and begins to sleep
the picture of her husband
is no longer
on top of the table
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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for Juvy...(a little correction)
Juvy is a thirsty woman
she is thirty, a widow for three years now
her husband died on a car accident
leaving her with
a daughter
tonight she cannot sleep
her breasts are making fire
she goes out of the house
and finds the brook nearby outside the fence
when she gets there
it is cold and dark but her breasts are glowing like cinders
she undresses herself
and goes into the water
her breasts are playful on the ripples of the water
she goes deeper
and dives
opens her eyes looking for happiness
she opens her mouth
drinks the fresh water of the brook
she is thirsty and wants to drink
everything
satisfied for now
she goes out of the water
dresses herself again
under the moon
she goes home
opens the door of her room
and with her hair still wet
she lays in bed and begins to sleep
the picture of her husband
is no longer
on top of the table
her decision is to empty
her past and free it from dusts.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Mermaid Kiss
Why am I jealous
Of the wind.
When we are supposed to be free.
When sweet sky
Blows my mind
With a new sunset,
Take me out to sea.
And rock me in the arms
Of a salty dream.
Lock me in the charms
Of a blue moonbeam.
And a Mermaid kiss.
Why am I imprisoned
When I see
Wild horses run.
Ambition,
Now wizened,
Cools in my evening sun.
So take me
On a stardust flight.
Rake me
Embers of the night,
To sit beside
And warm my heart.
To fly away,
That fiery dart
Of love my guide.
To a different dawn.
I can be reborn
From a rainbow
When my tears have dried.
Where new horizons
Paint the sea.
And gardenia wafts on breeze
To me.
My soul just aches for this.
And a Mermaid kiss.
poem by Kevin East
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Dolphins Bring Love
Dolphins are loved for being gentle,
They help humans feel Very Special.
With their happy, playful souls
they help heal us at our very core.
“Come have fun like us they splash about,
if you feel sad with lots of doubts,
swim with us and you will see,
just how happy and at free you can be! '
Yes, dolphins help heal us and keep us from being sad,
just swim with the dolphins and you'll be glad.
Yes, dolphins bring love,
To Everyone!
Copyright 2010 Suzae Chevalier
Written on Sept.19,2010
www.savetheoceansandsavetheseas.com
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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North of North
I’m treading shallow water
and there’s moss on all sides of the trees
evergreen
this must be north,
north of north.
“Sometimes I am rock-like
and sometimes I am herring
and sometimes I am you.”
I say this while the water works like wind
upon my eyelashes.
When you are underwater you are always crying
or never crying
and it doesn’t look so blue.
Your boots are territorially based,
rock and rock and mud.
“Do you plan on swimming the whole way? ”
I close my eyes like you don’t exist
like I am being eaten by a bear
like the water is my water and I am dying.
Then I am crying real salt tears
into the real fresh water
and I think of the tree you cut down
and how it cried real maple tears
and surrendered.
“No, ” I say. “We’re here.”
poem by Shaye Anderson
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Something
I'm writing in hope for something with sweet melody,
A rhythm that can be felt,
A beauty that can be read.
With words flowing like water over rocks,
Steadily without fault or obstruction.
A liquid in its purest state.
I'm writing in hope for something with sweet remembrance,
Like the scent of falling rain,
Or the memorable sound of a mothers cooing voice.
Something so memorable,
The slightest reminder sends you back to the exact moment,
Replaying in unbroken pattern of mind.
I'm writing in hope for something spectacular to happen,
For my words to form a feeling so deep they hurt,
For each image to be as clear as these words on this paper.
I want you to feel what I feel,
A feeling of lonely discontent,
Sitting alone in my own my own world, writing away.
I am writing this in hope for something to stick with you,
A message or a meaning that I've hidden inside a syllable,
A voice of reason that you have kept from yourself,
Silenced with the voice of your shallow desires.
A dream that you once had forgotten,
Lost in the darkness of the night.
I am writing this in hope for something to be brought to light.
Maybe a buried thought that you wish you never had,
Or an inner conflict that you hadn't noticed but feel tearing apart your skin,
Even an aspiration you promised to live up to but left to die.
Something so lost in the world of your mind,
Swallowed by deep chasms of thought and memory.
I am writing this in hope of telling a story.
The story of a world that can only be imagined in a dark room,
Hidden from the world and apart from anything else.
The story of a broken heart of a shortened life,
The story of the silent cries of a lost soul reaching for sanity.
My own story, perhaps, or even yours, is this your story?
I am writing in hope of making your thoughts and feelings dance,
A slow and steady music in the background,
Propelling your eyes left to right and back again.
Following the steps of each word,
The flow off each line and stanza.
An endless waltz with the reader and the writer, will you dance with me?
I am writing in hope of making an impression on your mind,
Maybe not an everlasting one, but even just a brief moment,
A moment of realization that you are now reading what I have written,
That for one moment in time our minds share the same space and thought,
Each word playing in our head the same as the other's.
Can you hear my voice, can you feel my thoughts?
I don't know why I am writing, or why I am writing what I am writing,
But I know that it has accomplished one thing,
It has given a purpose to something, if even just a piece of paper,
It has given worth to something that at one point was just a blank sheet,
Waiting for something to be etched into its surface, making it something.
I guess that's why I'm writing, I'm just writing; something.
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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To The Edge
To the edge.
That's the only place to take it.
To the limits as it is pushed.
Having that adrenaline,
Under that skin tight and tensed.
With each muscle prepared...
To sit balanced and dared!
As if you've been fenced...
To be forced to make decisions,
Now it is time to convince!
To the edge
You wish your life fulfilled.
To the edge
Squeezed and juiced,
With a boost that goosebumps
To thrill at will.
To the edge
Not many are willing to live!
They rather discuss who is negative.
And who is undetected but still positive!
To the edge
Where the air is fresh and sweet.
To the edge
There is no chemical to use,
To make one feel more complete.
Take your life and make a clean sweep!
Now...
Take that mess you've got to the edge!
Let it dropp and as you watch it...
Make your own pledge,
You will stop the nonsense fed!
And employ your joy...
The moment you get up and out of bed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dolphin
Where is the lovely dolphin
I used to swim beside?
We toured the sparkling grottos
or drifted with the tide
whereever fancy led.
My dolphins' eye was indigo
My dolphins' cheek was amber
Her back was dark as cuttle's ink
Her belly purple-silver
and her fins were lavender.
Oh, the waves are the laughter of water!
My dolphins' neck was supple
Smooth and sleek her sides
The purple sea behind her
would momently divide
and quickly fall behind.
I clung about her lightly
Or rode her like a mare
She gathered her beneath me
And leapt the wild waves over
Nor did she ever tire.
Oh. the waves are the laughter of water!
I told her I her love bore
She showed me where to find
The pearls and silted gallies
And how to sift the sand
for catcheted doubloons.
Oh, the waves are the laughter of water.
poem by Morgan Michaels
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Erotic Hair
when my hair
gets long enough
after a month
uncut by
my gay barber
they become
so curly
like my pubic
hair
and women
and even gays
love all the curls
of my hair
erotic hair
and i am wearing it
as a crown
understand
i am coping up
with mid-crisis
and i like to
say
i got hair
and they are too curly
like my
(messy) sex life
listen, my life
begins at 69.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Mr Big Toe Meets Melodie Mezoree’
MR Big Toe meets Melodie with her yellow yarn hair,
MR Big Toe introduces himself and shares;
“This is the sunniest time of year,
I welcome you Melodie with good cheer! ”
MR Big Toe smiles and tells her he lives on Coconut Row,
Melodie is surprised, she didn’t know.
Melodie is thankful and introduces herself as Mel,
she tells Big Toe she does warm happy spells.
Melodie begins to speak with a voice so sweet,
MR Big Toe notices Melodie has a mermaid tail with no feet.
“Oh, Big Toe it is so very nice to meet you,
I am a mermaid now and I am scared,
I swam by myself and need to swim with someone who cares
MR Big Toe is very merry and has a glowing spark,
she can help Melodie see in the ocean when dark.
See Melodie has had some frightful times,
she needs a friend that can make her feel safe inside.
MR Big Toe then hands her a shell bracelet that shines
“Oh, thank you Big Toe, you are so kind,
I will fit this shell bracelet on my wrist just fine.”
They both go to the Coconut Bar down the street,
they both sit outside on chairs, they both have no feet.
They both relax and have a Coconut drink,
then time passes and the sun begins to shrink.
Melodie says “Lets go to Krendoll island before the sun goes down, ”
MR Big Toe and Melodie wave goodbye to this cozy Coconut town.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on Januay 30,2011
poem by Christina Sunrise
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