Tag: ocean
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World Ocean Day
It’s world ocean day A world of motion Really we are a swaying water planet We are but risen skeins of sunken Atlantis This borrowed land, even its sand belongs to the seas Poseidon considers land a disease It is pleasing to him that his domain is earth’s surcease Tsunamis crease into apocalyptic things easily …
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Friend to a King
No such thing as a friend to a king To be friend to a king is to be friend to a lion They may lie on you, ply you with affections, rare attentions But they will never rely on you. You might die confused Hauled from chambers accused of crimes inventions of Meaner minds, such…
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Ocean Waiting
Tossed fore aft in transit, carried from quays Like keys of coke on Florida’s mangrove coasts Assure the boss it’ll be OK Bill a Jay so I don’t go mad On the bay knowing how Basanio felt But know exactly why I’m sad Sitting on the dock of the bay, all day Awaiting my payday,…
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Eternal Beach
The rocks porous as the future they are assured to reside in; no such prizes before the eyes of mortals White as the hem of the foldless and faultless kalasiris of sisterwife to Osiris gullwinged beetless Isis Green as languedoc his liegely skin, his leagues are Elysian before the phrase is cradled Where his brain…
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Watching The Sea At Yellow Strand Beach
Maps to roadways where Gards don’t go Keys to kingdoms where stars don’t glow Moon curved carved out sea slabs Sea breach foam beards along the strand like the wet dab of cold cloth fever reveres, the fearless tide reappears a million times rebuffed.
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SEA
Sea full of sharks and sailor’s shits. Our passage raise foam like fits. Twin arches shell clad an ocean M, The water in its stocks. Salt and stingray’s serrated estocs.
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Brother
Hook nosed with rod crooked God-favoured blood hissing God selects favourites from among his constructions Fortune’s favourites, in like flavour The bloodlines of his nearest dearest host mostly beloved beloved most. Each artful dizzying of the clockface marking countless deep time epochs Suffering the Mosaic Hebrews were plagued by a pox They wailed at walls…
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Escape
Phantom halo of slipped gallow’s rope Pink girdle around the neck Merriment and mirthful mouthings Drams of Scottish whisky The frame’s shadow like a crooked back Unfouring his legs’ atrophied muscles Removes his gold corona, tosses it away Three fingers caress empty eye socket Circumference of aperture a cave mouth Cave where fire is born…