TWO WINNERS, COLAB MISSY; MRA&AL PLINT

Thank you very much for your wonderful entry , Shaunda
That was a great poem, the sea that spoke, or was it the ghost of the martimer? Great entry

Thanks so much, Engr A worthy cry for need, the sea is in danger and poems such as these are a true blessing!

The Lonely Fisherman’s Prayer

This knife is an ocean
It carries me away
Life in slow motion
My soul washed away.
The sea screams your name
Childish in taunting
This sea will not kill me
Silent in wanting.
Why die today
When I can live tommrow
This sea won’t harm me
Its secrets eternal
My sins washed away
I record in my journal.
My family, I miss
I will not falter
This ocean return's me
Through high seas
And water.

(right...you may as well have this bastard as well


mad-cunt whitey





for 5 nights I drank    
in a grass-floored bar    
on an island in the middle of the pacific    
a tried and tested sailor    
come to paradise    
through a storm big enough    
to earn a few free drinks    
   
each night I’d drink until the meaning of everything    
became clear    
then walk down to the cool sand    
look out to the boat ½ a mile away    
resting quietly in ink-black water    
then strip off my shirt    
stuff it down the back of my jeans    
and swim out  
to her  
   
on the 6th night    
nothing changed    
except everything  
because I got talking to a local brown guy    
who asked me straight    
if I was the mad-cunt whitey    
who'd been swimming out to his boat    
and I said yeah fuck yeah    
with more pride    
than the bible allows    
and he said you know this bay is where the pelagics  
come to rest at night?    
I said no I didn’t know that mate    
but she’ll be right    
   
pelagic  
around here
means shark  
   
so here I am again
standing on the night-cool sand  
looking out over the same dark water    
to the boat    
as waves 2 inches tall leap over my toes    
and the world is a wall of fear    

I wade in  
and the water rising up my body    
narrows my thoughts down    
to right here right now    
and I start to swim as quietly as I can    

making no splash    
 
I last about 10 strokes    
then begin to thrash like a dying fish    
and rocket across the bay    
to come up the side of the boat    
like fucking dolphin-man    
   
the skipper is sitting up in the wheelhouse  
hears me drying off    
and says swimming pretty quick tonight    
and I say yeah thought it was getting a bit late    
and he says oh right and here I was  
thinking someone might have told you    
about the sharks  

The Good Ship Hanky-Panky

She sailed from Nantucket with a cargo of beans
bound for auld Ontario by way of Orleans
There was grub in her locker and oil in her tanks
a mattress for money, so they'd no need for banks

Hard biscuits with weevils, soft weevils without
double grog to stay lively before the barrel ran out
and the sea barely whispered before it would shout
No, the sea never gave a damn,
damn, damn
The sea never gave a damn

Then one night on late watch, a pirate they spied
flying pink & velvet crossbones with a glint in his eye
They hailed him with a warning:'Only fools cross our bows.
Keep your hands in your pockets, that course ain't allowed'
But the sea ate the words, as she ravished their shrouds
No, the sea never gives a damn,
damn, damn
The sea never gives a damn

Ashore when a woman lets her beauty unfurl
you know where you're headed if she gives you a twirl
but on a long voyage salt shines like a pearl
'till you're no longer certain when a boy's not a girl
though the sea never gives a damn,
damn, damn
The sea never gives a damn

With foul winds recorded in the storm of their dread
marooned miles from nowhere, nine points off their head
they thought about jumping but clung on instead
and I don't think the sea gave a damn
damn, damn
I don't think the sea gives a damn

Now the voyage is over, their fate is revealed
there was not even time to eat their last meal
knocked down in the straits with a rock through the keel
So if they don't want to drown --they better swim like a seal
because the sea doesn't give a damn
damn, damn
The sea doesn't give a damn.

Thank you very much Alx, for your wonderful entry to this competition.
I would like to say that due to the high amount of entries, 23 now already, Ill count to 25 and then stop.
MEANING, 25 entries is enough to pick from people...

Due to some stuff in my privat life and work I wont have much time for DU this week

City in the sea

Drifting, lashing, groaning, the grand sea slept
Glorious, asleep.
I too, locked in a drowsy spell, muttered in my sleep.
“Are you the sea?” the mermaids asked, the mermaids were looking for a place to stay forever
But they had to be sure this was the sea
I muttered something that they liked
Their voices stroked the inside of my head and
The sea walked around drifting over itself, recreating itself in soft, flowing waves
The waves kept tumbling over each other.
It was like a vast nothingness of everything.
The mermaids were chattering about the weather in the city of the sea
“It is always raining in this city,” one of the mermaids was saying
No I thought, they must be mistaken, it cannot rain in the sea
“But it’s already filled with water” I mumbled
“No” the mermaid turned her face towards me, “I see rain, last year there was a flood”
Flood in the sea?
That rang a bell. I remember the shutters of my brain had been broken.
And the windows had been wet.
The rain had drowned all my socks and my pencils, which I had lost years ago, had turned up.
Only, they were shavings by then.
“Yes, I agreed” it floods every year, she was right after all
After all, last year the shutters of my brain had been broken and all my socks had been drowned
And my pencils had turned up again.
I nodded at her “yes sir, I said, yes sir you are right”
The mermaid smiled at me, and her smile grew brighter till there was an orange accident behind my eye
And the sea swiveled and shook, busting with light and I woke up with a start.
The glare of the empty morning hit my head, and I sat empty and restive on my bed
Wondering if the mermaids were going to live in the city of that sea.

Changing everyday just like the oceans tide . Walking alone even with you by my side . Hiding deep within  the tide of the sea wish i knew what you meant to me. Bleeding me an ocean of mystery , ripples in the tide feeling like thorns in my side for all of which I can not hide. I slowly disappear in the dark like candles without a spark pointless and to no avail wishing just to set sail.

The Oceans and the Black Swan

Commands are given,
the crew stir with haste.
Reef the mainsail
and cast down the oars.
This storm shows us no mercy,
respond in kind
or be taken.
The few I have beside me,
all seek the same.
His goods and his wealth,
cast aside forever.
Once a man makes his choice,
he make no other.
Until he finds his attonement,
may he be free again.

To what end would a man agree,
but the endeavor
of forgiveness?
These only the Swan may give,
can be found in the oceans.
Whether it be the depths
of sub zero trenches.
Or the next harbour one arrives,
it matters little..
Survival isn't the aim,
nor is death.
There's a medium we aspire to
a goal purposely set
to be the end.
It isn't death that sways
or life that phases.

When a man true to his word,
and diehard of his oath.
Finally feel forgiven
from within his soul.
He may depart the vessel,
and set sure foot on land.
That day never comes for many
but those few who find that day
have aged to the tone
of their misery.
Death comes for him.
He always comes..

Those he claims aboard,
the diehard and strong,
welcome him with open arms.
He has no choice now,
death be his fate.
But he dies a free man.
Free of the torment,
his fellow men breathing,
still endure.
As the Black swan,
sails on.

Thanks very much, Topsy, Evan and Ray for your entries....I appreciate your works....

A Pirate Boy and a Siren Girl
Did you know?
When the rains fall and the winds blow,
When the skies cascade and the leaves swirl
Echos slow
And soft, but true
Water colors green and blue,
A story of both past and new,
'Tween a pirate boy and a siren girl.


The air and sea were one.
All was dark and frightful.

The clouds crackled golden vulcan and icy mist was every breath and a constant creaking from bow to stern whispered of a sailor's death and Neptune's final nightfall.


How he wished to be home again,
A cigar, some gin, a favorite friend,
He'd give all to be home again,
A smoke and drink in the sun.


Then a flash
Now orange and reds
And fire on the sea
Lightning's struck and split the mast
And all the mates, whom he now loved
Forever to the sea
But,
For he,
a sweeter fate,
That of a mermaid's mercy...

♥ "How many young faces had I seen drift by on the oceans wave?
Too many to count.
A welcome sight most always.
How curious?
Bronzed by ages,
Scurrying up and down the lines as mice,
Singing joy,
Straining muscle and sinew.
Sinking in a storm,
I'd called a few,
But no sailor did I save.
But never had I seen a sight like the flame I saw that night,
never had I seen a light quite like the glean that filled the green eyes of this boy."

And from that day...


The air and sun were one.
All was warm and blissful.

Rocky tides were yesterday
Todays and 'morrows that of play
And nights of kisses, thoughtful.
Still,
When the clouds fall down and all the leaves aswirl,
If thunder cracks and lightning sparks
And icy wind is all the air,
Lend an ear to the winter's breeze,
There drifts an ageless love affair
'Tween a pirate boy and a siren girl.
DyMc

I like this contest, Mourganna! All the poets here are great, especially that Indigo woman. I hope I can write as good as all of you guys.