2011 Poetry Theme Challenges

#21 Ocean of Dreams




Hello Poets;

Truth or fantasy, tales of the oceans and the life connected with it has long fascinated humanity. The sea can be cruel and dark, it can be gentle and relaxing but always, it is wondrous. Can ye fathom the ocean, dark and deep, where the mighty waves and the grandeur sweep? In other words, can you write a poem about the oceans and seas? That is the challenge.

Who Hath Desired the Sea

Who hath desired the Sea? -- the sight of salt water unbounded --
The heave and the halt and the hurl and the crash of the comber wind-hounded?
The sleek-barrelled swell before storm, grey, foamless, enormous, and growing --
Stark calm on the lap of the Line or the crazy-eyed hurricane blowing --
His Sea in no showing the same his Sea and the same 'neath each showing:
His Sea as she slackens or thrills?
So and no otherwise -- so and no otherwise -- hillmen desire their Hills!
Who hath desired the Sea? -- the immense and contemptuous surges?
The shudder, the stumble, the swerve, as the star-stabbing bow-sprit emerges?
The orderly clouds of the Trades, the ridged, roaring sapphire thereunder --
Unheralded cliff-haunting flaws and the headsail's low-volleying thunder --
His Sea in no wonder the same his Sea and the same through each wonder:
His Sea as she rages or stills?
So and no otherwise -- so and no otherwise -- hillmen desire their Hills.
Who hath desired the Sea? Her menaces swift as her mercies?
The in-rolling walls of the fog and the silver-winged breeze that disperses?
The unstable mined berg going South and the calvings and groans that declare it --
White water half-guessed overside and the moon breaking timely to bare it --
His Sea as his fathers have dared -- his Sea as his children shall dare it:
His Sea as she serves him or kills?
So and no otherwise -- so and no otherwise -- hillmen desire their Hills.
Who hath desired the Sea? Her excellent loneliness rather
Than forecourts of kings, and her outermost pits than the streets where men gather
Inland, among dust, under trees -- inland where the slayer may slay him --
Inland, out of reach of her arms, and the bosom whereon he must lay him
His Sea from the first that betrayed -- at the last that shall never betray him:
His Sea that his being fulfils?
So and no otherwise -- so and no otherwise -- hillmen desire their Hills

Rudyard Kipling
Good Luck with your Quilling!

Jemmy
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Ocean of Dreams



Maryse Achong

Sea Secrets

Kathy Anderson

There Is A Star

Jem Farmer

All At Sea
Hypnosis
Thoughts At Sea

Ryter Roethicle

For A While She Dreamed
Last Moments Of Love
The Ocean Is Dreaming

Liz Rule

Jewelled



Maryse Achong

Sea Secrets

I sit and listen to the sea
I hear the crash of every wave,
Almost as if it’s calling me;
I sit and listen to the sea,
Is it because I know that he
Lies sleeping in a wat’ry grave.
I sit and listen to the sea,
I hear the crash of every wave.

I thought that I could hate the sea,
My bitter loss had been its gain,
It claimed what had belonged to me.
I thought that I could hate the sea
But who could hate such majesty,
Though it knows naught of joy or pain.
I thought that I could hate the sea,
My bitter loss had been its gain.

Now cocooned by his memory
I feel his presence all around
And dream of how things used to be.
Now cocooned by his memory
I near forget there’s only me,
Lulled by the very waves that pound.
Now cocooned by his memory
I feel his presence all around.

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Kathy Anderson

There Is A Star

There is a star that is lucky for you
As this ocean of faces is by far
A ship to tote your charms to,
There is a star.

For the barge of the heart holds the bar
From port or starboard view
Run aground on sands from afar.

Distant lights beckons to pass through,
Sea sirens call is the open door
Where once ocean waves were untrue
There is a star.



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Jem Farmer

All at Sea

I feel the sea, the motion of the tide,
The breaking waves that are the soul of me,
And salty tears no longer dare to hide,
I feel the sea.

Those silent prayers to waves of majesty,
As to the sea all secrets can confide,
Can the swollen waters set a heart free?

A lonely walk along the shore that cried,
A darkened shadow, all that’s left to be,
For these sorrows shall never be denied,
I feel the sea.

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Hypnosis

Siren sing for me, hypnotize my mind,
Enchanted words afloating on the sea,
Entranced thy beauty questing heart must find,
Siren, sing to me.

Your song shall lead me to where’re you be,
My stolen heart was surly left behind,
When you first sang upon the wind to me.

How can such beauty be so cruel and unkind?
Enraptured, alas I shall ne’er be free,
A soul bereft, only your song reminds,
Siren, sing to me!



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Thoughts at Sea

To gaze upon the sea,
All emotions float free away,
In the tidal affray,
White horses roll and play each night,
As dreams, again take flight,
Making love, taking fright and lo!
Refreshing tidal flow,
Reveals what is to know and more,
Embracing the sea shore,
Destiny comes before the eye,
Looking towards the sky
Where new horizons lie and wait,
Here I accept my fate,
Destiny shall create a new,
As waves rolled and winds blew,
In this place where once you loved me.



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Ryter Roethicle

For A While She Dreamed

For a while she dreamed of the ocean
The dreams were memories of previous scenes
Times of love that she would repeat again,
For a while she dreamed.

A future to recall all that love means
She smiled remembering the beach in the rain
They were so much older, no longer teens.

But what teens begin, maturity must maintain
Realising experiences replaced routines,
Because of that each loving wouldn’t be the same
For a while she dreamed.

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Last Moments Of Love

The last moments of love are like the tide receding
Until that moment it conquered all thereof
Then gave way without compromise, just retreating
The last moments of love.

But did love die, or disappear, or just had enough?
Did it need a change or perhaps refreshing,
Frustrated by rebuff and needed stronger stuff.

Attention is the number one of most needing
People need love and attention and the proof
That all is not wasted, and there is no preceding
The last moments of love.

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The Ocean Is Dreaming

The ocean is dreaming, each night’s the same
Her gentle breathing cause the waves washing
Each night she sleeps and wakes to a solar flame
The ocean is dreaming.

She is not at odds with any ship sailing
Nor does she believe that all mankind is to blame
She just considers some behaviour’s alarming.

She sees whales murdered, “Research” the claim.
Around the world she hears the protesters sing,
And adds her voice but the criminals claim
The ocean is dreaming.



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Liz Rule

Jewelled

If the sea should come and swallow up the land,
would your bones be buried deep beneath the sand,
hard-pressed, with exquisite artistry refined?

Would I, reborn into a distant time,
find you resplendent, a jewel on a pristine strand?

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