"seafloor" poems
Oh they pleaded,
women, men
young and old,
'let us pass through that sea'
to a place where we could start all over',
yet their voices fall into deaf ears
of their brothers and sisters
from another mother land,
hopeless they remain drifted
in the treacherous sea
feeling unwanted, unloved
forever rejected,
by the policies of the modern
migration...
the unworthy sea-going boat,
becomes their coffin
and the sea and the seafloor become
their graveyards,
the common fate of boat people - the asylum seekers.
Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 1:44 AM UTC
There’s a dark grotto
Under the sea
With shelves and shelves
Of bottles
Clear, glass bottles
All of my secrets
A carefully watched castle
The middle of a concentric series of impassable walls
Surrounded by a forest of kelp
With razor-sharp teeth
And then the narwhals
The narwhal guards
Armed to the teeth with halibut-slicing knives
Their three-meter horns
Gleaming in the moonlight
Guarding
All of my secrets
Skeletons, trespassers of yore,
Strewn about the seafloor
Bones picked clean
By the scavenging *****
No one can enter
No one can leave
The grotto with the shelves
Shelves and shelves of clear, glass bottles
All of my secrets
But as for the *****
For the first time in centuries
The sunlight warms the waters
Melts the kelp
Kisses the narwhals
Buries the bones and torments the scavengers
Clearing away the darkness
A nonstop route through the castle
Protecting
All of my secrets
The tendrils of photons creep along
Wary
Ready for a fight
The grotto growls menacingly
Unguarded
For the first time in centuries
But upon the first touch -
Light meets stone -
The sea shudders
Ecstasy
And in repayment for salvation
Out come the bottles
Floating to the surface
Bathing in the light
All of my secrets
May 19, 2010
May 19, 2010 at 3:20 PM UTC
at midnight, i dreamt
that i became one with the earth
that my skin grew roots
buried myself deep into the soil
mingling with the wriggling of the worms
that each time i would breathe,
sprouts of my favourite flowers would bloom
emerging from the ground in thousands
of where i am buried
at midnight, i dreamt
that i became one with the sea
swimming into the depths with the whales
dragging myself across the seafloor
kicking up sand
that my bones became coral,
my hair swaying with the anemones
my eyes lighting up in bioluminescence
like bright blue stars in an empty galaxy of water
at midnight, i dreamt
that i became one with space
crumbling into stardust and space debris,
i would orbit the moon like saturn's rings
and fling myself across the milky way
becoming one with the stars,
just as i was
many, many years ago.
Mar 21, 2023
Mar 21, 2023 at 5:47 AM UTC
this is a sun
and also simultaneously a black hole
and all we ever do is pretend to make metaphors out of astronomy
When really the only person who was really original when he talked about the stars was some scientists thousands of years ago
i am jealous of him because he could probably grow a beard
and was a male
and had original ideas
and did i mention the ****** hair
The last time I remembered what the sun was like was last Sunday
and you were eating an ice cream
and wearing those shoes that remind me of fish
Everyone I know is scared of fish.
I feel sorry for the poor fish.
Your eyes can swim better than any fish ever will.
your skin is full of volcanoes and lava
and it burns me like nothing else will ever burn.
but your eyes are fish, who live in the ocean.
they know the blue
and that's why i always forgive you.
Because your skin may burn
and your fingers may act like falling trees
and your voice may constantly be crying to the night
But your eyes are the silver fish who guide me to the seafloor.
And in the ocean, your voice is silent and your fingers are still.
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 7:07 PM UTC
Streams— relay the slumber
Tributes to— the Waterfall's Sprite.
'Twas when— the compass— Dismantled
As the bedrocks gruel— Distort the ledge,
Confronted by— tidal waves;—
Imbued the Crush— of a Carapace
That let the Visions— Sprout;—
Abandoned— With the Barriers..
So long,— I do not know..
Sights— Times— are enclosing
Onto the lost,— And the Seafloor sinks
Slowly— Diminishing— The Sirens' Call..
Jun 24, 2020
Jun 24, 2020 at 10:53 AM UTC
If you found a cork in the seafloor
Would you pull it out?
If you found a switch on the sun
Would you flip it off?
If you found a ****** tied up on the moon
And it was only you and her,
Would you **** her?
I bet you would...
Aug 27, 2012
Aug 27, 2012 at 8:44 PM UTC
She’s talkin to cows again
Cattle candied side
Licorice fence
A mother hen’s
Cherry eggs
Chocolate fudge smears
On her legs
Slide over grape ice pond
Atop frosted clover
Sugared world beyond
Three soft cows before her
Describe the candied world
One says, “I produce chocolate milk just for me
A little bit of strawberry for she
And vanilla for all three”
Smooth Cocoa will flow
Sweetness will fill your pores
A crystal rain pours
Sugared quartz upon
Caramel whirlpools
Nature’s homemade molecules
Blueberry skies drip
Fields of lollipop
Glimmer rainbow sunshine
Sweetest Harvest
Candy wrappers fall
Wind blows them
Over by candy-wax waterfall
Marshmallow hikes
With chocolate pretzel poles
Strands of sugary pink glass fall From Cotton candy clouds
A new farmer’s way to plow
He says, “young lady
Do you vow
Cherish this nutritional place
And make it your Delectable space?”
“I do” she proclaims ~
“To make it mine
I have no shame
Only a request
Of cinnamon I suggest
A form of healing zest
Sprinkled on this candied land
Where you are I so happily stand
A powerful purpose
You will see
Your nose will thank you
I suppose
A Favorite of every herbivore
From a former land I will go no more
An offer of sticky bun
To sweeten the score
From here to the slushie seafloor
Of a confection land adored”
Feb 24, 2019
Feb 24, 2019 at 8:46 PM UTC
After days of hatred,
and days of sorrow
The book is closed,
no more time is borrowed
They didn't see it coming,
For they never do
This is the end,
I'm drowning in the water,
Doing flips and backbends,
No I'm not trying to get to surface
I choose not
I rather be left on the seafloor,
chained and locked
Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 11:53 AM UTC
I laugh as I spit in Death's face
He doesn't seem to mind
I'll be his in due time
I smile as I float in the sky
Then I parachute land
Break my ankle in the sand
I grin as I race down the road
Make a dangerous turn
Smell tires burn
I whoop as I jump off the cliff
Watch jagged edges fly past
Hit the water with a splash
As a child, cheer as I leep from the swing
Hit the ground at high speed
Scraped my knees, now I bleed
I crow as I ride the wave
Get smacked to the seafloor
Swim for air, I want more
When Death finally catches up
I won't be any more dead
Than those who lived safer lives than I led
Sep 2, 2013
Sep 2, 2013 at 10:10 PM UTC
Dionysus I pray to you
Give me a thousand gallons of wine
So that my soul will be intoxicated
With wine, I can forget
My soul will be released from it's prison
The burden it carries will be lifted
Dionysus I beg you
Drive me insane
My mind can not go on
Drown me in a sea of wine
Let me sink into the seafloor
My heart is too heavy
Sep 12, 2020
Sep 12, 2020 at 4:35 AM UTC
My tongue sharpened today
Angles fell off it like classroom fancies
Rationalised to a point, its first act
Was to knock out my fangs from behind.
I stumbled about the house
Slopped through the bathroom door
And foamed at the toilet seat, a
Wave broken over a rim of briny coral.
My salt winked about the walls, around the tap, between the wiped tiles
In the shower head of porous sponge
The seaweed in the pipes crawled up
And drowned me in the sickly sweet.
Downstairs smelt the same, logically the sea dumped down
Underwater fish glided past my window, all with the same
Grim face against the mirrors, aping the ocean
With me trapped inside.
I turned on the same song, fifteen times,
The sound tried to reach me with such ambition
But it floated to the top, belly up in its bubbles
Ridiculous, I scratched the date on the seafloor and entered the kitchen.
Drips everywhere, grease stalactites, from the tiles, the yawning oven, the spatulas
A Cretaceous museum where savagery is kept
In little plastic boxes, with clear peelable lids
A fresh, messy ****
In the hall the grey light descends through slit windows
Colour settling at the bottom like grit, all the greys so tall
Give the narrow rectangle an aftertaste of dust
Just one keeper before me
It devours my key, hacking as it gobbles
But it does not anticipate my twist
I gut it from inside, it spits its meal back at me
And I swing its limp, dead frame 90 degrees.
Stepping out feels like a moonwalk, with Houston's neutral formulas
Unheeded in my ear, finally I can greet the clouds, that probably escaped,
Like me, fumes from the chimney
Pale and fading away from lack of auspicious sun.
Nov 10, 2020
Nov 10, 2020 at 1:15 PM UTC
The sky wept lifeforce, potential and love. Draining into a sea of tears on a seafloor of fears. Coral encrusted ambitions bathed in shallow inhibitions as we lost what the clouds could not bare. Alone and dieing our chances ceased to exist amongst the lost splendor of this once plentiful abyss.
Oct 12, 2013
Oct 12, 2013 at 10:17 PM UTC
The sand slides down a narrow tube,
Into the pile of my thoughts of you,
Escaping the prison held on high shoulders,
Grains of sand that were once boulders.
We're done, we're finished, but we never started,
I really wish I took back the part,
That you stole from me,
Left a castaway on the beach of needs.
The salt water so satisfying,
All the while I've been dying,
I know I need her so,
But I've been taught that you shouldn't take,
That which isn't yours.
The guilt she feels will **** her fast,
While I lay here crying in dead last,
Finish line so hard to see,
But she swears they'll be a chance for her and me.
I'm sinking down with lower to go,
An anchor tie to pin me to the seafloor,
I'll wait in darkness, hunger and exestuation,
Surround by tape of caution.
The judge says I am crazy,
Told him sanity is such hard work and I am lazy,
I know I need her so,
But I've been taught that you shouldn't take,
That which isn't yours.
Help! I've lost what was never mine,
Who could possibly help me find,
The girl who is in love with another guy,
I would chase but I know that our time,
Has run out.
And I'll lay down in my cage,
Watch you smile from miles away,
Dreaming of the day,
You flip our hourglass.
Jan 9, 2013
Jan 9, 2013 at 4:07 PM UTC
To sail across the moonlit sky
Through the mist, clouds and fog
Amongst the coursing moonbeam sea
Along the starry night above,
Treetops billow, bend and break
As seaweed dance beneath the waves
Row and row upon the waters
Of speckled sky and shining luna
Sails full with cool night breeze
Course set by airy currents
The seafloor comes alive with beasts
Darting across the leaf strewn paths
Upon the horizon, a storm does swell
Lightning flashes in the ocean below
Winds strengthen, clouds rush onward
Rocky sailing upon greying skies
As the moonlight washes away in the rain
From the stormy sea within the sky
The storm calms as dawn grows near
The seas fall as blue sunlight breaks
The stars wink out their goodbyes
As moonset brings a new day’s work
The ship makes land beneath the sheets
While we all rise from out dream filled sleep
Oct 29, 2011
Oct 29, 2011 at 6:16 PM UTC
I see a white speck on the horizon, like lint falling, a ship moves to a distant place.
“Africa,” Rosa says, “Where there is a dense jungle and then long bare stretches of savannah grass.”
Ellen speaks, “This day is grey and so are we. Rain falls on this beach with rough sand. We come here to say goodbye.”
“I feel all the faucets of my life have flowed into this body, purifying and contaminating,” says Anna, “The grey sky and the grey sea are one and I do not know whether the sun rises or sets.”
“It rises. The day of our lives is new and fruitful. We are but 19. I think of colorful clothes I will wear, traveling, dancing with men,” says Rosa.
“It sets. This body is inky with pain which tugs the sea in like the night tide. Soon it will drain into the Earth, leaving the seafloor bare with sticky starfish and unopened clams,” says Ellen.
Anna speaks, “I wish I could pause this day and keep it forever suspended above me, like a dancing dream mobile. Or I will keep it in my pocket and we will all forget the consciousness of time. Rise and let’s leave this symbolic scene.”
No we will go on.
“Glory does not find me here,” says Rosa, “But I am made for it. I will work in tall important buildings. Men will know my name. One day, we will walk along the Seine.”
Ellen asks, “Where does my body reside? I will try to conquer it. I use it and I feel it’s power. Power is intoxicating for a woman, so much more so than a man, for there is little power born into us-- we must find it in the world. Men do not conquer me as they believe they do when they touch me. I will be the emperor of myself. I am wielding something virile and bold, I have yet to learn it’s true power. I will use it, I will use it.”
“My body resides under my hands,” says Anna, “It is solid and I believe in it. I feel it’s potential. I will keep it from those who do not realize my claim, and who will try to take it for themselves. I fear contamination in the loss of purity. I see banks of snow, I see a dandelion before I blow.”
Rosa says, “This day is not clear. I demand for the clouds to part. I will sit on the banks of purgatory until my fated day. The sea does not break at my defiance. I am in misery.”
Ellen says, “This day is not clear. I leave this sand spot under the sky. We are too close to it and it is hot at the touch. I await the natural clearing. I say goodbye, I will spend these days inland.”
Anna says, “This day is not clear. I never wanted time to be. I have no solution for it.”
Sep 25, 2013
Sep 25, 2013 at 5:48 PM UTC
an evening facing the tangerine seafloor
where mermaids mate and breed some more
each child looks like a cypress tree, hanging
on the peak of twists, crafts wider than brains
but some forget their belly buttons’ bow
and underwater a search arises, sea-babies go
couples who watch from their hotel room
when he asks why you cry, say you’re amused
she is lavender, she remembers the month
spent scavenging for her own swimming dove
Nov 3, 2012
Nov 3, 2012 at 6:19 PM UTC
I am a lone boat,
nothing inside,
just an empty void,
keeping myself afloat.
Navigating around,
just waiting someone,
to welcome aboard,
and travel the world.
Years of rough sailing,
can't still find a thing,
the happiest feeling,
that I've been praying.
Waves of loneliness,
wanting me to swallow,
whirlpools of promises,
pulling me to sorrow.
Poseidon's kingdom waiting,
to see my boat drowning,
wrecked on seafloor unloved,
sunk on trench unappreciated.
Feb 26, 2020
Feb 26, 2020 at 10:08 PM UTC
Set I
I don't want a friend
I want my life in a pair
I'm the one to always make amends
Miscommunicate and impair
Show me why life's not bleak
With them I know I can't compete
I see it as you look at me like I'm someone else
That's a potent drug in itself
Oh well, you can't see
So don't follow me to the bottom undersea
Where I'll be slow dancing in the dark
Follow me and you'll end up in my arms
At the seafloor, we'll find a path to embark
As long as we have the keys to our hearts
We can swim through any current to Montreal
Let me be the one to hold you when you fall
Have you made up your mind?
Do you know what you want and where to find?
I don't need any more mixed signs
Immaturity begets emotional crimes
Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 11:46 AM UTC
I wanna lose any semblance of control
Repel down that little lost rabbit hole
Gnaw on the skull and cross bones of
every single bible beater that stood before
their throne like a scarecrow to it's corn
I won't barricade my door, Conquistador
Open the floodgates; bring me the seafloor
10,000 leagues deep and I'm still breathing
I'm teething on a tombstone like Casper
Now all I need is an inquisitive barn owl
prowling for an irrelevant answer
Aug 27, 2016
Aug 27, 2016 at 9:02 AM UTC
Anchor dropped,
You hugged it tightly.
Swear you won't let go,
As you sink to the seafloor.
Don't you know,
You can't breathe from that far below?
I offer to raise the chain,
To pry you off and dry you.
But down there, words don't reach you,
You're filled with salt and cold water.
I'll smile through the waves,
Got this feeling that the current could change.
One day you'll be beached,
The waves pushing you closer and closer to shore.
I'll be there with that same smile and warm embrace,
The water trickling from ears you'll listen once again.
For now though you're still submerged,
Deny everything all you like, I know who you are girl.
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 2:27 AM UTC
Vented topsoil nation
1500m below the sea
A Bismarkian mystery
***** by the International Seabed Authority.
Yeah, I know
We weren't even there
To say aye or nay
But we're gonna **** it anyway.
"Inevitable environmental damage"
Plays backseat to the real "need"
And the UN Convention on the Law of the Sea
Gives the poor folks some of the proceeds...
Yippee.
"We are at the threshold of a new era of deep seabed mining."
Knowledge well worth having
But not executing
Not on this planet.
The Clarion-Clipperton Zone
An entire alien race's home
They think they have it all mapped
But it doesn't depict their head up their ***
"Proper controls equals proper sustainability."
Are bold words for someone with no accountability
It's just a paycheck
For someone who doesn't give a ****
Soil Machine Dynamics
Accomplishes the fantastic
With seafloor mining tools
Never before used.
We rise up
As we fall down
Choking on our own failures
With eyes to the sun.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 3:06 PM UTC
How much do i love you
the question arises
does the love extend down
to the hollows of my soul?
i ask and one day
maybe i can show
this to you
well in words that's
an exorbitant adoration
a suffocating addiction
an intense admiration
you see it is all rather
catastrophic really
i simply love you more
than i really should do
now in images see
try and picture that
you are the seafloor
and I am the diver
who kissed you despite
bleeding eyes and
broken ears because
even the loom of death
couldn't keep me away
in my body you spark
every hidden firework
you relight every burning star
in the spaces of my lungs you
give me a garden filled
with roses and birds that
sing to echo your song
in my eyes you are still
the brightest one of all
so if you ever want to know
how much i love you
there is always
this poem i wrote
but until then i will
continue loving you
from the shadows,
my dear.
(A.H.Z)
Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 11:19 AM UTC
You were all the shades of purple
Violet petals blowing in the wind
Mauve smashed grapes between toes
Plum like bruises on bent backs
You melted into the hues of blue
Cornflower sky vibrant in July
Teal waves bombarding the coast
Navy like jeans with grass stained knees
You faded into the tones of green
Olive leaves on thick trunked trees
Lime frogs hopping on branches
Chartreuse like fresh cut kiwi
You gave into the tints of yellow
Golden sunrises on the horizon
Khaki canvases stretched thin
Canary like lemon drops on tongues
You were all the shades of orange
Tangerine bonfires at midnight
Rusty nails twisted into planks
Amber like dripping honey bee hives
You darkened into all the hues of red
Cherry slick tabletops in a diner
Rosy cheeks flushed from the cold
Pomegranate like bricked suburban houses
You waned into the tones of pink
Magenta cotton candy stuck to lips
Coral reefs blooming on the seafloor
Peach like skin after a day at the beach
You disappeared into the tints of white
Powdery snow on concrete ground
Cream goosebumps on silky thighs
Ivory like teeth through pursed mouths
And in sharp contrast, became black
Obsidian rocks at the volcanic base
Charcoal soot stuck under fingernails
Onyx like the deepest darkest night
Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 3:27 PM UTC