"coelacanth" poems - Hello Poetry

The rain pattering upon the window panes would drown out the screaming. The nightmares that you put into my brain, gave my life meaning. I could see through eyes that weren't mine, into lives that were far from sublime. Their tears were like a treat, a bitter chocolate that made my heart flutter... Because what you shared with me, was a feeling unlike any other. Their remarkable sadness, I felt as my own. Had I not felt what you'd forced me to feel, there is no way I would've ever known. Sensors that are there for me, are but vacant to the large majority. What they cannot see and will not see, combined by what I cannot see and will not see, It drowns me. My words rise like bubbles to the surface of this ocean. If I press that sole piano key, the sound reverberates for an eternity. And yet, it ceases to wade up above the surface. I'm but a coelacanth, and my swimming is clumsy. Not even the sound of that lovely train tune billowing throughout the wintry air... Not even the audible tone of your crisp voice, nor your hissing within my ear, Could make me wish to live. Yes, I know, life is unfair. But it's so much easier for you to say that while you're up there. The painter who paints with only a black and white canvas, will have an easier time meshing hues, as opposed to the one who must encompass, the broad colors of others. Their pigments, their variations, with some paints dry and cracked, and others melting into congolomerations Ah, yes. How much easier it is for you to say that from up there. The lies resound the loudest, because the blatant call for help ceased to be loud enough. Tell me, God, why wasn't my call loud enough? In life, I have learned, yes it is not fair. So I must take what I want. I cannot just sit and stare. The strong prevail over the weak, or so, that is what you have lovingly taught me. The man and the nightmare, splaying my insides out upon the pavement electrocuting my body until not a single grief was left to be. That pain drained away thanks to you, leaving not sadness... But resentment. That I am this lone coelacanth, whose colors and intonations touch but the surface of her own ocean, with but one measley formation. And yet you swim with me, even if this swimming is clumsy. As the lone, sea serpent... Whose scales glitter so vibrantly. Dull to so many others, whom couldn't see your shine. But I could with these eyes that you so humbly gave to me, and even if I do not wish to live this life you gave me all the time, you are but a buried treasure I call mine.

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Apr 11, 2018

Apr 11, 2018 at 11:01 PM UTC

despair-1

Ophidian

The rain pattering upon the window panes would drown out the screaming. The nightmares that you put into my brain, gave my life meaning. I could see through eyes that weren't mine, into lives that were far from sublime. Their tears were like a treat, a bitter chocolate that made my heart flutter... Because what you shared with me, was a feeling unlike any other. Their remarkable sadness, I felt as my own. Had I not felt what you'd forced me to feel, there is no way I would've ever known. Sensors that are there for me, are but vacant to the large majority. What they cannot see and will not see, combined by what I cannot see and will not see, It drowns me. My words rise like bubbles to the surface of this ocean. If I press that sole piano key, the sound reverberates for an eternity. And yet, it ceases to wade up above the surface. I'm but a coelacanth, and my swimming is clumsy. Not even the sound of that lovely train tune billowing throughout the wintry air... Not even the audible tone of your crisp voice, nor your hissing within my ear, Could make me wish to live. Yes, I know, life is unfair. But it's so much easier for you to say that while you're up there. The painter who paints with only a black and white canvas, will have an easier time meshing hues, as opposed to the one who must encompass, the broad colors of others. Their pigments, their variations, with some paints dry and cracked, and others melting into congolomerations Ah, yes. How much easier it is for you to say that from up there. The lies resound the loudest, because the blatant call for help ceased to be loud enough. Tell me, God, why wasn't my call loud enough? In life, I have learned, yes it is not fair. So I must take what I want. I cannot just sit and stare. The strong prevail over the weak, or so, that is what you have lovingly taught me. The man and the nightmare, splaying my insides out upon the pavement electrocuting my body until not a single grief was left to be. That pain drained away thanks to you, leaving not sadness... But resentment. That I am this lone coelacanth, whose colors and intonations touch but the surface of her own ocean, with but one measley formation. And yet you swim with me, even if this swimming is clumsy. As the lone, sea serpent... Whose scales glitter so vibrantly. Dull to so many others, whom couldn't see your shine. But I could with these eyes that you so humbly gave to me, and even if I do not wish to live this life you gave me all the time, you are but a buried treasure I call mine.

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as fleeting as a coelacanth and made of tender amaranth, in jaded hues of pale rosé, the day's frail beauty soon decays. to capture the grace of flaming dusk, one has to peel dawn's unyielding husk. a barely visible wonderland, never to stay but never to end. © fey (31/12/19)

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Feb 23, 2020

Feb 23, 2020 at 4:16 PM UTC

Fey

between dusk and dawn

as fleeting as a coelacanth and made of tender amaranth, in jaded hues of pale rosé, the day's frail beauty soon decays. to capture the grace of flaming dusk, one has to peel dawn's unyielding husk. a barely visible wonderland, never to stay but never to end. © fey (31/12/19)

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MIND OF THE HEART Neither thinking nor feeling ~ Void ~ Soul penetrates innermost chamber time to time takes it on ecstatic journeys to unknown ocean mines zips open my armour blood dripping octopus grimacing crushes, smash Heart to smithers I cry not for God blinks mermaid and merman whips tails together whale songs in distance deep dive Jonah still imprisoned above an albatross altitude altar soars No mind for thoughts tabernacling only a spacious journey across seas silver star gates I myself unlock lymph losing colour of tailscales tailored pearlescent Are these fingers or toes waking whispering ? Not know I I only know I AM HEART in obedience to ONE Armour crashes onto bottomless floor no grounding lore I fall, fall fathomless lie quiet beating breathing throbbing exhausted exhumed encrypted exposed I AM liquid Love sensing coelacanth eggs in golden keg Shiva seeps through viking waters cold I glide into His embrace slit sea salt fed Naked doorway veins to strange domains arteries touch Void gently become flickering flames dice game dance mitochondria translucent your merman tail loses its scales hair stick to oyster rock justice jutting Neptune silent soothes Jonah’s three days served staring upward to Crystalline Light blinding sight No thinking no feeling no thing ~ I AM HEART divine no nose, no ears, no skin sublime Vulnerable though you, Soul swam as Sea Vulture visceral Two diamond dragon drops in Divinity’s explosive glare We melt into His caressing stare could not blink no eyes brown or green neither lids to comfort kiss We attained God Consciousness colourless ©GhairoDanielsPoetry &Song2025

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Aug 13, 2025

Aug 13, 2025 at 8:59 AM UTC

GDPresence

Mind of Heart

MIND OF THE HEART Neither thinking nor feeling ~ Void ~ Soul penetrates innermost chamber time to time takes it on ecstatic journeys to unknown ocean mines zips open my armour blood dripping octopus grimacing crushes, smash Heart to smithers I cry not for God blinks mermaid and merman whips tails together whale songs in distance deep dive Jonah still imprisoned above an albatross altitude altar soars No mind for thoughts tabernacling only a spacious journey across seas silver star gates I myself unlock lymph losing colour of tailscales tailored pearlescent Are these fingers or toes waking whispering ? Not know I I only know I AM HEART in obedience to ONE Armour crashes onto bottomless floor no grounding lore I fall, fall fathomless lie quiet beating breathing throbbing exhausted exhumed encrypted exposed I AM liquid Love sensing coelacanth eggs in golden keg Shiva seeps through viking waters cold I glide into His embrace slit sea salt fed Naked doorway veins to strange domains arteries touch Void gently become flickering flames dice game dance mitochondria translucent your merman tail loses its scales hair stick to oyster rock justice jutting Neptune silent soothes Jonah’s three days served staring upward to Crystalline Light blinding sight No thinking no feeling no thing ~ I AM HEART divine no nose, no ears, no skin sublime Vulnerable though you, Soul swam as Sea Vulture visceral Two diamond dragon drops in Divinity’s explosive glare We melt into His caressing stare could not blink no eyes brown or green neither lids to comfort kiss We attained God Consciousness colourless ©GhairoDanielsPoetry &Song2025

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The ancient Pacific Bellows. Engenders. Wind streamed waves. Liquid Silver. Whip and sidle. Time eternal. Man, Too, Bellows. Engenders... The Ocean... Plundered. Cod to gold. Brazen and bold. Pirate treasure. ***** Whale oil. The best and worst ~ Of wild nature. Give or Take Thriving or Surviving. Life or death. Which came first? Strings of Kelp or Nets of String? Swordfish or Harpoons? Archipelagos or Man Marooned Nature or humanity? The vessel or the sea? The Humpback or the oil lamp? Happiness or Sorrow? Yesterday or Tomorrow? A Moment in time. Time eternal. All of history. Standing still. Man and ocean co-exist. Nessie. Loch Ness. Survival of the Fittest. Paradise. Revolution. Theory of Evolution. Why do Whales sing? Why do Octopus need ink? Why do Dolphins Echolocate? To communicate. Does the ocean know? Mass larceny of the Hydroscape. The ocean ***** Orcas in Captivity. Global warming. Pollution. Sea levels rise. Why does the deep blue oblige? Solve the equation. The mystery of the sea. The ocean dies. Like the coelacanth. To pass extinct. When I do the math. In this wise ~ I theorize. The deep unknown. Understands. Thus, Perhaps. Waves and tides ~ Do not recede in undertow. No! Waves and tides push forth to shore ~ Desperate to escape. Man's impact on the sea. To go extinct. Like the Coelacanth. To live again. When Man succumbs to... Natural Selection. Nature's revolution.

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Feb 10, 2018

Feb 10, 2018 at 8:33 AM UTC

joflo82

Like the Coelacanth

The ancient Pacific Bellows. Engenders. Wind streamed waves. Liquid Silver. Whip and sidle. Time eternal. Man, Too, Bellows. Engenders... The Ocean... Plundered. Cod to gold. Brazen and bold. Pirate treasure. ***** Whale oil. The best and worst ~ Of wild nature. Give or Take Thriving or Surviving. Life or death. Which came first? Strings of Kelp or Nets of String? Swordfish or Harpoons? Archipelagos or Man Marooned Nature or humanity? The vessel or the sea? The Humpback or the oil lamp? Happiness or Sorrow? Yesterday or Tomorrow? A Moment in time. Time eternal. All of history. Standing still. Man and ocean co-exist. Nessie. Loch Ness. Survival of the Fittest. Paradise. Revolution. Theory of Evolution. Why do Whales sing? Why do Octopus need ink? Why do Dolphins Echolocate? To communicate. Does the ocean know? Mass larceny of the Hydroscape. The ocean ***** Orcas in Captivity. Global warming. Pollution. Sea levels rise. Why does the deep blue oblige? Solve the equation. The mystery of the sea. The ocean dies. Like the coelacanth. To pass extinct. When I do the math. In this wise ~ I theorize. The deep unknown. Understands. Thus, Perhaps. Waves and tides ~ Do not recede in undertow. No! Waves and tides push forth to shore ~ Desperate to escape. Man's impact on the sea. To go extinct. Like the Coelacanth. To live again. When Man succumbs to... Natural Selection. Nature's revolution.

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meteorite radiates z o o o m m i n g crashes onto Three Anchor Bay turquoise sky dust onto beach white grains winds sweep cobbled paths profane a fetus acquires solitary soul lost womb enlarges posting veins shine baby blessed shine divine observation work is thine platinum pressure paintbrushes dove hands devilish articulate Scythian lifetimes past remembered fast forward ferrolic clocks spun in head read write and arithmetic dread chemical interactions drool squiggles bathe chuckle study laboratory sniggles grow compete win defeat cry cameos dead songs atmospheric to be sung, give up dread pick Robertson berries drink rare ruby wine justice jugulars delicately combine smashing glass, meteorite sits silent under eyelids pink presence fine explores inner Canaan cobweb caves galore climbing pineal heights to evolutionary delight seer sight ~ peel, poetic heal a temporary deal before lissom living long there will be no chemical chasing ding-dongs to skip or stormy interactions to dip acid slips merely alkaline planetary victories to blip moonlit meteorite slowly surely suavely becomes mythic master meteorologist merry odd spacial morbidities burnt and buried she solitary eats mashed mussels musing … crack crack hush hush zero rush her dust floats across the Bay’s now cobalt midnight waters smoothly ocean floor seaweed entangles slave ship sunk circular rhodium ring twines coral reefs sung Trans muta tion unDers T o o d a coelacanth s w i m s a w a y ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Copyright:GhairoDanielsPoetry&song 2025

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Aug 6, 2025

Aug 6, 2025 at 4:16 AM UTC

GDPresence

Meteorologist : Sun to Sea

meteorite radiates z o o o m m i n g crashes onto Three Anchor Bay turquoise sky dust onto beach white grains winds sweep cobbled paths profane a fetus acquires solitary soul lost womb enlarges posting veins shine baby blessed shine divine observation work is thine platinum pressure paintbrushes dove hands devilish articulate Scythian lifetimes past remembered fast forward ferrolic clocks spun in head read write and arithmetic dread chemical interactions drool squiggles bathe chuckle study laboratory sniggles grow compete win defeat cry cameos dead songs atmospheric to be sung, give up dread pick Robertson berries drink rare ruby wine justice jugulars delicately combine smashing glass, meteorite sits silent under eyelids pink presence fine explores inner Canaan cobweb caves galore climbing pineal heights to evolutionary delight seer sight ~ peel, poetic heal a temporary deal before lissom living long there will be no chemical chasing ding-dongs to skip or stormy interactions to dip acid slips merely alkaline planetary victories to blip moonlit meteorite slowly surely suavely becomes mythic master meteorologist merry odd spacial morbidities burnt and buried she solitary eats mashed mussels musing … crack crack hush hush zero rush her dust floats across the Bay’s now cobalt midnight waters smoothly ocean floor seaweed entangles slave ship sunk circular rhodium ring twines coral reefs sung Trans muta tion unDers T o o d a coelacanth s w i m s a w a y ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Copyright:GhairoDanielsPoetry&song 2025

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