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 Jun 2015 Ata
Nicole Dawn
The ocean
Is the embodiment of sadness

The saltiness
Does not come from minerals
Or rocks
But from
Every tear
Ever shed

The conch shell's song
Is every scream of pain
Every released
Silent or not

The blue color
Is the color of sadness
Of everything the ocean has endured

And the grey
Is from all of the anger
The ocean has taken

So if you're ever feeling
Sad
Down
Or alone

Remember:
The ocean is there for you

To take your tears
In its vastness

Your screams
In its shells

And your pain
Sadness
And anger
In its colors

And if you can't take the pain
Any longer

The ocean will take your body
As well

So you are not alone
For the ocean is the embodiment of sadness
Falling...
Down deep into downy
Finding solice, amidst the
arms of my beloved.
Into warmth, my heart opening.
Once again, stepping off a
cliff Into love.
A moment, believing I am
safe, in what was once
My emotional sanctuary.

Falling...
Down deep into reality.
Honoring the integrity
of my heart.
Protecting, my tender self
from an illusion,
a memory of sanction.
Once again, stepping
off a cliff into love.
A refuge I painfully yearn
for, yet stopping myself
before I land into unsafe
harbor once again.


Copyright © 2015 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved.
 Jun 2015 Ata
poetessa diabolica
Strung together
  within lit poetry,
moon kissed
  constellations,
illuminating
   lovers midst
    fiery horizons,
as perplexed skies
     joined the oceans
to see what the
   star implosions
     were contemplating,
cosmoses metaphorically
   sparkled intentions
'pon pinnacles of darkness,
and the light of
   poesy was ignited
 Jun 2015 Ata
Cori MacNaughton
Waves unfurled like the backs of whales
Rolling in a tempestuous sea
With cresting foam like the heads of sails
Straining to break away free

The clouds bow down to touch the waves
The waves ****** high above
The wind whips up a howling dance
As sea and sky make love

Cori MacNaughton
25Mar2000
I have read this poem publicly on several occasions, but this is the first time it appears in print.
 Jun 2015 Ata
Adam Childs
WHALE
 Jun 2015 Ata
Adam Childs
I am a castle not a house
that sales lite as a feather
I am a giant whale
Don't try to change my course
I will tell you our direction
where we are going
For I am the captain
Of this ship
Commander of this vessel
For I am greater than you
As I open my jaw
A thousand like you
Just channel through

If you are lost
You are not listening
Because I will be calling
My call crossing an ocean
eeeeeeooooo   eeeeeeeeeeeeooooooooo
soft silent listen
Yes silent listen
I am hear for you
To call you
I am you
I am your soul
eeeeeeeeeeeeoooooooooooooo
And you come home

Nothing frightens me
I am far to big
As I swim so much deeper
As I am one with all waters
But I will also blow out
So much higher
When I choose to
take some air
I often swim so very fast
but at the same time
seem still  
Yes I am much older than you
but at the same time
I am remain much younger

Lost adrift at sea
I will scoop you up
take you somewhere
deeper calmer
Look for me and
you will see me
exploding out of water
see me in a mirror
A reflection in a lovers eye
Listen for a whisper
Or my 10 thousand mile call

Lost sinking drowning
Looking in the small
The little detail
For meaning
But I tell you
I am not small
I am big
Bigger than meaning
Bigger than all
I am your soul  
I am the king of all
From the Antarctic
To the north pole

You think this is your Planet
I swim surround cover all
For you listen to me  
I PLAN--------ET   ALL
So much can be learnt
when we listen to our soul
The giant Blue Whale
 Jun 2015 Ata
ryn
Lesson
 Jun 2015 Ata
ryn
Under the grieving moon
we whispered secrets long kept.
Beneath the roaring waves
that drowned us as...
we quietly wept.

We spoke in hushed tones
of promises made to last.
Our cracked voices
melded with the echoes of a time...
of a fond memory in the past.

Water in our mouths
with words we jousted and lunged.
Heard only as hapless gurgles
and inaudible whimpers.
Unparried speculations
unsheathed and then plunged.

We cupped our wounds and retreated
knowing that we each drew blood.
We kissed with our eyes,
broke down walls
and welcomed the flood.

We wiped our cheeks
now smeared hot with tears.
Where did we err?
Who do we blame...
for dishevelled years?

We would never know...
but we must learn.
Time had shown us our mistakes
but our hearts had taught us
eternal love that burns.
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