ocean

Rain

Quench the thirst of dying Earth
Great chasms of interlocking spider-webbed
fractures platforming horizon. 
Sun blistered and writhing. 
Free your brittle skeleton 
wrought 
and sandblasted.
Snarling hiss of wind ripped barren.
Your Freedom exists
swelling within the infinite timeless power
of thunderbolt storm-cloud rain-dance.
Quench the thirst of dying Earth 
  penetrate each bliss-filled fiber
Thirsting endlessly for their saving grace.
Never forever.
Then up the spout again.   
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*You're*

 
 July-8-2001 
 Trisha M. Barrek Hopkins
 
You're my shine 
After the rain
 
You're my water 
When the ocean runs dry
 
You're my tears 
When i can no longer cry
 
When I have not one friend
You're my peers
 
You're my courage
 When i can no longer try
 
You're my protection 
When i run into fears
 
You're my strength 
When i'm weak
 
You're my tissue
When i cry tears
 
You're my repair 
When i have a broken heart
 
You're my sound 
When i can no longer hear
 
You're my way 
When i can no longer be found
 
You're my day 
Before the stary night
 
You're my eyes 
When i no longer have sight
 
To me sweety you're: 
My everything 
Because together 
We have something 
We have eachother 
A special bond that'll last forever
From here to the moon
As long as we have each other 
Our Love will always bloom
 
Copyright
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Pirate Curse

 

Nair rest the mind eye: trappings 
ensnarement in blindnesse die 
a dialogue here within
read beyond

 Oh when the winds change 
direction no one'evr  knows
the future of the story to unfold
insidious wickednesse or mutiny
n'er retreat but eye for eye

the humble boots man tread 
on the land once fed by the 
treasure gold and blood of red
fortune to be made or lost never
to return

Aye the cheats to fire and burn 
matt'r nought he be on land or sea
may be strick'n wrought with 
treacherie 

Oh damnedest soul of griefe and 
tainted swive 
Beshackle to thee Miss Fortune 
as ye bride.
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just stop for a moment

just stop for a moment

and picture a place and time

way, way back there in the past

when greek and roman mythology

both reigned supreme

back when the world was still quite young

with lots of forests and woodlands

and covered over with pretty shades of green

 

then one special day

god reached down to earth

and came upon a young boy

who was really just half grown

happily swimming in the ocean

with a dolphin

long before the fear of humans

had ever been sown

 

anyways he was out there at sea

although he was all by himself

he was protected and safe

there with the dolphins

and somehow still very close to home

 

long before anyone had ever thought

to even giving him a name

or carve his statute in stone

for right now at least ---

he was still a young boy

happily swimming in the ocean

but really all alone

 

now think back to a time

long before people hungered

for the emptiness of fortune and fame

long before anyone had ever thought

to give the boy a name

 

but on that special day

god spoke and said

look ---

I know you’re just a young boy

swimming out here in the ocean

and having lots of fun

way out here in the sea

under a bright and warm summer sun

 

but if you didn’t act so dumb

and sometimes kind of stupid

you could almost be another angel

or even another cupid

 

because cupid could fly around

just all over the place

and touch each person’s heart

among every creed and race

 

the boy listened – but couldn’t speak

was this really god ?

and was he really this near ?

and was he really this close ?

the boy was totally stunned now

and overcome with anguish and fear

 

then god was gone

and the boy was alone again

with just his troubled thoughts

and mixed up hopes and dreams

and maybe even some silent

confused and muddled screams

 

but he thought to himself

over and over again in his mind

for at least a thousand times

 

( and you might as well know it right now !!! )

 

he was still looking for more proof

or at least a few more signs

 

anyways he thought to himself

those things that cupid spoke of

whether they’re real or not

or whether they came down from heaven

or from some distant galaxy

way way out there in outer-space

 

or were they just from

some crazy person’s wild imagination

whatever creed – whatever race

 

because --- if they really do make people happy

really, really happy

( for he too was kind of like cupid )

( sometimes kind of – sort of a little stupid )

 

for he simply couldn’t figure out

or understand why

if those things that cupid spoke of

if they make people – really, really happy

 

THEN WHY ON GOD’S GREEN EARTH ----???

DO THEY ALSO MAKE PEOPLE CRY ----???

 

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Discern

Folder: 
Promts I Completed

Fast paced words that recount our love in anger
And in that anger
I find the tiniest bit of melancholy to call my own
Since then stripped of an emotional state

 

To escape your feelings
As well as mine
Which you’ve seemed to help yourself to
I soar to the color of the sky
And the sound of crashing and ocean depths

 

Left in silence that takes away the anger
I hurl myself towards safety
Away from the cruel clutches of you

 

But as I sit
My caprice takes me
With such certainty I felt
That this ocean blue I felt I relate to
Has yet to sooth me


And with every time I run to my azure
From your displeasure
I have to come back
Such as the squawking gulls overhead
Must come back to land

 

With your sustenance
You sustain my being

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem doesn't really have much of a format.

And I guess it doesn't make much sense either.

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The Man and the Ocean

It is always in the ceaseless motion
And it was exactly the one, who had it perfectly done!
His name was the powerful ocean
With joy he supported the plan.

 

We live as we’ve lived and the question of how?
The nature suddenly did us allow,
To possess and to use such a valuable gift
From whom we’ve been fed, and all wisdom conceived.
The questions we’ve had, and still have them now!

 

You stood on the bridge of this life
With the wonderful rooted idea…
And the doubts which have been left in the rear
Couldn’t reach your unstoppable drive.

 

For the crafts you’ve been gifted
Nothing seemed to exist,
To create any mist,
Not to let your success to be lifted.

 

From there, onwards, you went far from earth to the sky,
Like the birds you’ve got wonderful wings,
Like these birds you have finally learned how to fly.
And you rose far above other beings!

 

With the wonder you went, with the wonder you go
Working hard on these new revelations…
And they stand now revealed by the man, in the row,
Leading us to the other dimensions!

 

What’s the next in this ceaseless motion?
Can we have it all perfectly done?
And we hope, that the powerful ocean
Still with joy will support our plan!

 

          ~~~~~***~~~~~

 

 

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Star Child

Are you a star child? 

 Can you make the flowers bloom 
with a wave of your hand?
Do diamonds wonder what it would be like
 to be you?
Do your words linger long
 like waves, 
made to lap the beaches velvet shore
 and rock in its poetic ebb?
Does your gravity pull the 
Moon
Earth
Stars 
Down
 into the infinite orbit of your eyes; 
and when welling a tear,
could they wash away the sea?
 
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Knowing

Knowing  is a relative term..

   Ask the ocean why.
   Ask the Ocean what it sees or knows...
   and sit with pen-in-hand 
   and write .
 
(she sighs)
Its too deep......to vast .....
    infinate salt grain time capsules
    made prisoner by ink-stained  paper?
 
"Surely I  have gone mad"
       (laughter)
    - Can the ocean know?
"It has spoke to me"
 
It speaks to everyone
 
"I stood on the edge of the beach"
      -it draws you in man
          -im tellin' you it does....
 
Her eyes never beheld it-
 
Miles of white sand
the pier.
the clouds.
The voice of the ocean.
 
Its an old mans voice..Low and Smooth
    It says "never forget"
      and tells of Pirate Death
    and message bottles
      Secret pleasures that
    cause sunken treasures and 
      fears that stain the shore.
 
The place I want to be scattered.  
 
 
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Lost to Sea

light a fire just to watch it burn
Sit across the street with empty hands
Behind a tree unnoticed, so it's not my turn 
I have infinite thoughts, but empty plans

Ending up only to be pretty hollow
Ideas only stay for portion of a second
Echoing through the empty walls. and then comes nothing
Diffusing into the air, to become a forgotten particle
and nothing comes to follow


To set the ominous breeze,
Over the most vibrant sea, that suddenly lost color
and the skies are now gone and dull
They paint the picture to not excite, but simply appease


To be trapped inside this now and empty void
With nothing but everything destroyed
To say that we are fine, and simply avoid
Now we sail, swift onto the large sea of contradictions
Too lost within, that we forget our own convictions
Letting loose the anchor of anxiety, and thus become the restrictions

 

But this is not the end,
A man aboard throws over his only friend
And a storm rolls in, and then our destination is not known
As realization becomes the new sun, and hearts are turned to stone
A daughter now deserted by her parents is overwhelmed in strife
She whimpers, but can not help wonder what makes up this sickly life
A world where people phase in, and phase out
and thoughts become ideas, and ideas become a shout
and how long does a day go on to stay out and last,
Before awesome expectations become invisible, straight into the past?

 

Will the ship find it's way to land, or sink in despair?
Great ideas no match for the roaring waves of Negativity and ignorance?
Those striving so long for a real sun, to only be in vain, deprived?
And those hopelessly waiting for relief, to be cruelly concealed, unaware?

 

The masterpiece of a book now weathered to nothing but scribbles
A great idea now hidden and destroyed by life's cruel riddles
Will the hands be strong at ease to create another inspiration?

Or will it fail to swim over the simplest waves and forget it's own foundation?