"neap" poems
"In the grave, whither thou goest."
O weary Champion of the Cross, lie still:
Sleep thou at length the all-embracing sleep:
Long was thy sowing day, rest now and reap:
Thy fast was long, feast now thy spirit's fill.
Yea, take thy fill of love, because thy will
Chose love not in the shallows but the deep:
Thy tides were springtides, set against the neap
Of calmer souls: thy flood rebuked their rill.
Now night has come to thee--please God, of rest:
So some time must it come to every man;
To first and last, where many last are first.
Now fixed and finished thine eternal plan,
Thy best has done its best, thy worst its worst:
Thy best its best, please God, thy best its best.
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hush,
hear it?
listen.
all those waves
rolling in,
out,
dragging all you hate,
all you fear,
in tides
offshore.
no pen can trace ink
faster than the sea
can wash it
all away,
promise.
your words are water,
dissolving in the saline sounds
of neap and spring,
rise and fall;
lunar rhythms.
eye the sky
and wait for everything,
the whole god ****** world
to take a breath
and quiet down
so you,
with shaking hands,
might find some peace
below the seabreeze scented winds.
just wait for it.
now,
a moment.
a cosmic pause,
and even nature waits
for what should happen next.
recede.
gradual fade
of throbbing veins,
and wet skin tingles
prickles
with delight
of marine air.
you
are safe;
free.
Jun 27, 2021
Jun 27, 2021 at 10:10 PM UTC
I feel like a half moon in a full blue sky, Weaving neap tides, a subtle lullaby. I drift in circles, revisiting places, Wishing the wind could carry me through spaces.
Caught in a cycle, I must confess, Some days I feel whole, moments of success. Everything's beautiful when I’m truly living, Yet I always find myself back at the beginning.
Like the moon, I have my phases, A relentless return to familiar places. In an unbroken cycle, a path well-tread, Like the moon, my heart waxes and wanes instead.
I'm a half moon in a full blue sky, Weaving neap tides, singing a lullaby. Drifting in circles, retracing my steps, Wishing the wind could carry me, I confess.
In this cycle, I find my truth, Days of fullness, moments of youth. When I'm present, life is a vivid scene, Yet I always return to where I’ve been.
Like the moon, my phases are clear, Always returning, year after year. In this unbroken cycle, my heart finds its way, Waxing and waning, night turns into day
Jun 6, 2024
Jun 6, 2024 at 10:36 PM UTC
You worry me, Shy One,
I'd love to get to know you.
But you are not shy, you are a bastion.
Quiet, unmoving, firm. Resolve.
You are a friend, fathoms deep,
I need to fathom you out.
I need to speak to your sleep.
Your pulse, is like the tide, constant, neap.
Under the moon, pale, we sleep
Speak out! Let's just talk about the weather today,
I don't mind. Talking about the weather is just as good,
How are you ? I know you're fine. We don't change those sands of time.
You are deep, but quiet, a firm resolve,
A revolver, rotating drum, by the fire light,
The din of the djinn, is quiet in your soul.
I stare into the embers of the coal.
The call of the night.
Talk to me. Tell me something about you.
Mystery of the mysterious ones,
The seven cities you lived in,
The seven sons,
The seven suns in the sky, revolve around us,
those djinns that live in the bastion
I want to know you, I like you,
Talk to me, even about the weather,
How are you, fine, as ever,
Tell me are you all right, is your family safe,
Do you eat at night ?
Jan 9, 2013
Jan 9, 2013 at 3:18 PM UTC
last night;
our neighborhood was screams
of awe and fear
both were unfamiliar
silent impact
our moon was tilted on its side
it rattled and grew closer
monstrous and looming
larger
than
life.
our moon
stretched our tides until they snapped
coasts held hostage and cities blank
planes dropped like birds
plucked
away
from
our blue canvas.
it was a beacon of terror
man once set foot upon
neap tides now creep tides
a mother hen
gone
rogue.
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 1:06 AM UTC
If love is a vast sea
Can it be nirvana
As it is oblivion
Noisy as it is silence
Calm, harmonious as it
Softly brushes the beach
Stormy, tumultuous as it
Angrily smashes the rocks
Pulled by the moon
To ebb
Tricked by the sun
To neap
Yet every day
High and low tides
Bring magic
To our landlocked lives
Hidden behind
The smiles
We try to suppress
As we feel the joy
Of those so brave
They dare to ride
In the tube
Of love’s giant waves.
Jan 3, 2011
Jan 3, 2011 at 8:11 AM UTC
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I felt the streams as I indulge the beauty
The beauty I have just known now.
I was mesmerized by the heat of the sun
And how it has calmed me down.
I am the ocean waiting
And at last, I can strike into the depths of the bigger ocean
I can jive in the rhythm of waiting
While holding on to its steel foundation.
It was so deep and I can never hold it
I was bursting into tears, not from my eyes
And seeing the rain fall, I can no longer hide
A dream cherished until it lasts.
The salt of the sea melts me down like igneous rocks
And it scattered through the deepest abyss
And was poisoned to death
Until it seems it has no breath.
The raging seas and its sword were about to come
And they extended their stay
And it was so cold like a summer breeze
Like the neap tides raging until dawn.
The sky pours down it tears
And it fell into blast but an absolute hymn
And the flood came, washing out every memory
There, I have forgotten my entity.
May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017 at 7:10 AM UTC
our love had becalmed
there was no stirring of eagerness
everything between us stilled
like an unoccupied address
we were in a neap tide
where we didn't gel
we were in an inert
inactive spell
with our affections
so unmoving
we weren't going to be
gyrating and grooving
the treacle syrup we shared
evaporated in the lulling air
nothing of love's tasty morsel
did we ever again square
oh yeah
oh yeah
that old neap tide
was the reason
why our love
did divide
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 7:56 AM UTC
She was the ever untamed tide,
and I the beaten shore.
She was always coming in,
then fleeing out, once more.
And as the shore, awaits the sea
so to did I await her kiss.
And much like a neap-tide shore ,
she's the one thing that I miss
Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 5:08 AM UTC
The lime,
Shored up, spine cracked
And open paged
Is ridden with vine,
Life
Rife with tree and green
A hidden lung
To which you inspired,
This rich tapestry of coral
From old looms of woven Word.
As time washes them to the sea
And their beached bones populate the beaches
I rest my feet on the shores of shores
The neap of these spires
The catch of your breath
And am left without any.
One of the minnows
Cast in the light
As blades of chaff in a summer plain
Flares, as a star in the dappled light
To become the murk of dancing sea.
As babel casts distance between our words
Flowers and plants we drink and burn
Our church is upon the water,
Where God writes his testament in the rock
And shows us Our image
Reflected on the sea
Where I come to understand
Command
The path of all beneath
The current made
With every stroke
Guided and goaded
With rice and stick
With love and fear
I knew Him in me.
The deep holds Your waning disk
Twilight dyes the waters
I saw the wonder placed in us
Traced upon the fleeing skies
I have no words for your kindness
I found etched between the ancient grains
Only that I wish I could see them better
Written for more familiar shores.
As darkness blots the sky with ink
And the ocean fades into crashing waves
I am left with but the faintest warmth of day
Whispered 'long the breeze.
Jan 8, 2020
Jan 8, 2020 at 5:36 PM UTC
Standing close to the edge
At the dawn of their birth
They migrate from afar
Through warmer seasons
Carried by soft winds
Aroma from flowers
Leads to their nests
Perched high atop
Where hatchlings await
New foliage emerges
Nearby young lovers
Search for soul mates
Neap tides ebb and flow
Spring season brings change
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Jun 30, 2019
Jun 30, 2019 at 10:58 PM UTC
Like flattened tin the shiny-faced sheet
of evening sea
buckles under a last languid breeze.
Wavelets slip free from liquid's neap-net
but height-less,
white tops become ****** back again.
Like metallic shush ebb-tide's lullaby
scrapes silence
from pebble-sand's continued sighs.
Gilded froth of night's low clouds touch
orb's drop as it
sinks into dusk's merciless clutches.
Like gossamer shroud mist covers light
and day recedes
'til dawn once more is ready to fight.
Dec 25, 2016
Dec 25, 2016 at 10:10 PM UTC
she
was my
first love ever
a base rock steady
in a wild sea of salty foam
receding to reveal the shells she collected
her bareness glowing in the first quarter of a neap tide moon
Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 2:41 AM UTC
Malicious hearts will hurt the empath
As summer hurts the winter shore
Eroding buffers until burnout
Kind retreat, the only cure
--
End-of-summer beach
Seabirds’ shaky screech
Grey gulls too full to cry
Bin chooks too fat to fly
Sorry shoreline
Systems offline
Foot pounded
Rebounded
Flattened…
Shrub ripped
Wing clipped
Sand-sucked
Grass plucked
Party bruised
Cocktail-cruised
Cans on conches
Fish unconscious
Foam and flotsam
Wave-blind coxon
Soda can crab shacks
Neon pink algae tracks
Whelk shell graveyard
Absent lifeguard
**** platoons
Naked dunes
Cheapened
Weakened
Exposed…
Tidal hangover
Coastal leftover
Erosion potluck
Sitting sea-duck
Strong incoming storm surge
Winter solstice land purge
Quick and shifty beach thieves
Cyclone tempest mouth-breathes
Recalcitrant brackish aggressor
Intransigent briny transgressor
Suspensions of sediments modified
Walling and breakwaters compromised
Over, back, and whitewash makers
Bubble, rubble, boil and breakers
Weathered, not weathering
Tempered, not tempering
More block than gavel
More grave than gravel
All prisoner no guard
Grain short of a shard
Receding sand-line drift
Intensive shoreface-lift
Patient unresponsive
Highly hypertensive
Code cerulean blue…
Plant encouragement
Shoreline nourishment
Sand transplant
Grass implant
Healing hiatus
to homeostasis
Swell subsiding
King Tide presiding
Prince Neap succeeds
Warm court accedes
Managed realignment
Sanctuary assignment
Steadfast protections
Timid reconnections
Gentle, careful, soft,
and slow…
A new beach visitor
dips their toe
Oct 21, 2024
Oct 21, 2024 at 4:23 AM UTC