The Ocean Is Going, Going, Gone!


THE BEAUTIFUL  POLLUTED SEA

 

I must go down to the sea again,

And once more plead our case,

But what more can I say

To defend the human race?

The greenhouse effect

Nature will correct

But will the ocean always survive?

 

I must go down to the sea again

To stare into the sea’s angry eyes,

The gulls no longer scream at me

Or turn cartwheels in the sky.

There’s not much good left on earth,

The spaceships are full of trash

I can’t get away and there’s no place I can fly.

 

I must go down to the sea again,

To count the fish that have died,

I’ll run in the morning mist,

And pretend I was kissed

By a nymph who still has a smile.

I’ve been told the ocean is cleaner

Than when Columbus sailed the ocean blue,

But I’m not convinced; what about you?

 

I want to go down to the seas again

While the sea still has a chance at life,

It won’t be long before life’s all gone

And heroes will sail no more,

One more trip aboard a ship

Before we cast Satan overboard,

Quoth the angel to Satan,”Nevermore.!

 I must go to the seas again,

But I know it’s already too late.

The sea is rising along the shore

And the world will fight its fate

Like a fish it will go belly up

And sing the warrior song

Beautiful world! We who are about to die,

Salute you.

Stack our bodies and start the flames,

The ones who fought , remember their names

Honor them forevermore.

We fought with vigor, and we fought with  pride.

The ocean covers all our friends who lived and died.

 

The ocean is overflowing with God’s own tears

Because of man and his foolish pride.

I must go down to the sea again,

But I’ve long forgotten why.

No one wants to try.

June 9, 2017

 

 

 

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Oceans of Love


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Trying to
see over the horizon,

She stood in the ocean of wheat,

Watching the wind push the waves,

In ripples across
her legs and feet,

She didn’t
have to tell me,

That she
wished she was far, far away,

Neither did
I interrupt her silence,

For there
was little left to say,

The ocean was
swirling about her,

And
whispering of places to go,

It told of
romance and adventure,

And
suggested foreign lands to know,

But I broke
her trance with soft words,

I apologized
and said I was wrong,

Her eyes
softened as she faced me,

And smiled
when I sang our song,

The wheat
field returned again,

As she
walked to my waiting arms,

I hugged her
near making it clear,

I
appreciated all her charms,

I don’t
always understand her,

I’ll admit I
don’t always try,

She knows I’m
there to lean on,

Whether she
laughs or needs to cry,

Her world is
full of wonder,

Clouds drift
in oceans above,

Unexpected
pleasures await her man,

If he gives
her oceans of love.

 

 

 

 

 

The Ocean Is Calling Me (Part 3)


Easterly swell at Lyttelton Harbour, New Zealand
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Over time
Caleb’s spirit had worn down,

With the
loss of his wife little joy could be found,

He was
filled with conflicts, filled with doubt,

He felt his
heart and soul getting ripped out,

He could
forget the promises he said he’d keep,

Yet in the
evenings he was drinking long and deep,

Only the
ocean gave him reasons to try,

While his
memories continued to make him cry.

Caleb and
the two women drank and talked, exchanging names, dreams, and their stories.  The women, Mary and Linda, were long time
friends who had met and bonded in high school.
They lived next door and shared life together. They scheduled their
workouts at the same gym, worked at the same bank, and were always there for each
other in times of stress or emotional trauma.

Both were
single, but not by choice. Mary was divorced and Linda was widowed. Both had
lost a man to the sea.  Mary’s husband
had sailed off four years ago and had never returned. She waited a couple of years
and then quietly got a divorce. Linda had invited her into her home as a guest,
the least she could do for her friend.
Three months later their roles were reversed and Mary was doing the
comforting.  Linda’s husband died when an
ocean swell, a rogue wave, flipped his fishing boat and he drowned before
rescuers could get to him. As Linda mourned and Mary comforted her, their bonds
intensified.

The women
ignored rumors that they were more than friends.  They needed each other for emotional support
as well as financial support.  Night
after night they had cried in each other’s arms, and often went out to dinner
or to the movies. This night was different.
They were tired of being home, repeating the same routines.  They ventured out on an impulse, just for a
drink or two, and promised each other they’d return before it was too late.

Caleb shared
his story about heading to the flatlands, falling in love, and then losing his
wife.  He explained how he had to get
back to the ocean before he went crazy.
After a while Caleb insisted it was time for him to leave, not because
he was tired, but because he was afraid he would break promises he had made to
himself.

“Linda,
Mary, it’s been a real pleasure sharing this table.  I think it’s time for me to go.”

Linda raised
her glass and said, “One round for the road.”
Then Mary added, “One round to salute your wife’s memory.”

Caleb
thought both toasts were reasonable and well deserved. The night blurred and
faded and with the help of Linda and Mary he stumbled out into the
darkness.  He had forgotten his
promises.  He was past the point of
caring.  He was with two beautiful women
who were his friends.  They had been the
only ones he had allowed himself to share memories of his wife and his
attraction for the sea.  They walked him
back to their house and told him he could sleep on the couch.  He didn’t remember getting undressed.  What he did remember was the tide coming in,
the relentless pounding of the surf, the acceptance of the sand, and the
excited murmurs of the ocean breeze that continued throughout the night.

Caleb woke
with a start.  His mouth was dry and his
head was pounding.  Sunlight streamed
through the windows.  A leg was over his,
an arm across his chest.  He shifted
slightly and then struggled to sit up. He was confused and disoriented.   Where
was he?  What time was it? Was he
dreaming?  Was he back at the flatlands
with his wife? “I’m dreaming,” he thought. “I can feel her next to me just like
before.”  The thought was rather pleasant
and he slowly sank back into his pillow, content and ready to dream for awhile.

Reacting to his movements Mary snuggled
against his chest and sighed contentedly.   The warmth of her body brought back all the
memories of his wife and the flatlands.
His hands and lips caressed her face, her neck, and her breasts. He
didn’t dare open his eyes for fear that this dream would end.  After his wife died she often appeared in his
dreams but he didn’t remember her ever feeling this real.  They made love slowly at first, then passionately.

He rolled onto his side and opened his
eyes.  For the second time he was
confused.  The curtains, windows, and
walls looked real.  His clothes were
neatly folded on a chair next to another set of clothes.  His mind was suddenly alert. “Women’s clothes!”  This was real! It was not his imagination!

Just as he was starting to push himself up, a
woman lay down beside him, pinning him against a body on his other side.  “I was going to make breakfast for us but I
think it can wait.”

She looked
familiar but his mind had already played tricks on him.  Caleb’s mind whirred and he remembered
meeting her.  This woman was Linda. She
was with Mary.  Linda and Mary.  They had drinks with him and he vaguely
remembered walking with them to their house.
Now everything was coming into focus.

Linda was pressing against him, moving her
hips suggestively.  He started to protest
but already he was responding, moving in an age old rhythm.  When their lovemaking was over, he collapsed,
spent and exhausted.  He studied Linda
carefully and then turned to Mary, who was sleeping.  He looked back at Linda, his eyes filled with
questions.

Before he could ask anything Linda said
admiringly,   “O.k., cowboy, how long has
it been since you were with your wife? You were sure needy last night. You
weren’t shy with either of us.”

Caleb
reddened.  “You’re embarrassing me.  I didn’t mean for this to happen.  I apologize for my behavior.”

“Don’t
apologize.  You were what I needed. No,
Mary needed you, too.  It’s just been the
two of us. We’ve kept each other company and we thought we didn’t  need a man.
I think we were wrong. We’ve been shut up too long, away from friends
and family.  You’re like a breath of
fresh air and we’re glad you’re here.”

“I’m not sure
how long I can stay.  I’ll be looking for
a job tomorrow and the next day and keep looking until I find one.”

Hearing
Caleb’s voice, Mary’s eyes fluttered open. “Oh, my!  You weren’t what I expected at all.  I’ll give you five stars. Your wife was a lucky
woman.” She paused and corrected herself. “Oh, I meant with you.”

(To be
continued)

The Ocean Is Calling Me (Part 2)


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It is the
waiting that stirs the soul,

Anticipation
of the unknown while seeking a goal,

There might
not be peace with tomorrow’s sun,

But just
moving in any direction is a battle won,

Sleep can be
elusive while you wait,

For your
thoughts continue as you ponder your fate.

 

There were
road signs ahead warning traffic to slow and be prepared to stop.  Cones in the road caught his attention as the
road narrowed. He continued slowly until a construction worker holding a stop
sign stood in his way.  Caleb hated
waiting behind other cars even though he knew they couldn’t proceed until
directed. The forest was spectacular but he didn’t want to look at trees. He
was close enough to the ocean that he should be able to smell the salt in the
air.  He had fought the impulse to see
the ocean while he lived on the flatlands but now he was getting anxious to be
back.

A pickup
came down the road escorting a dozen cars.
The pickup pulled over, waited for the cars to pass and then turned
around.  The waiting cars, including
Caleb’s, fell in line behind the pickup and headed towards the ocean.

Caleb
followed them two miles before they were through the construction zone and back
on the two lane highway. He carefully stayed within the speed limit because
policemen were often waiting to grab impatient drivers and he didn’t want
anything to impede his relentless drive to the ocean

Even though
he was anxious to see the ocean again, Caleb was already feeling the need for companionship.  Caleb wanted a woman to talk to, to listen
to, and to hold close.  Oh, how he missed
his wife!

Everything
in the flatlands reminded him of her.
All the little things that at the time seemed humorous, now took on new
significance.  She had always seemed
surprised at seeing dew on roses, the first snowflakes, summer storms as they
rumbled in, and wheat fields waving. And always she stopped and admired newborn
animals with their protective mothers.

Caleb knew she wanted children, lots of them,
to love and to chase after.  She dreamed
of teaching them her love of life, her respect for the earth.  There was so much she wanted to show them.  Right away she had wanted children but Caleb
had balked.  “Not yet,” he insisted.  “Not until we get this farm up and running.”

How he
regretted saying that.  His heart ached
when he thought of her.  “There is
nothing left but memories.  She’s gone
and my life is over.”

But even as
he thought of her, Caleb was ready to leave the memories behind. He wanted
something to drink, something to drive her out of his mind, at least for
tonight.

After a few
miles the forest opened and a wide panorama of the ocean lay before him.  The ocean stretched from side to side and was
breathtaking.  Out in the ocean several
huge stone formations rose a few hundred feet into the air.  The waves pounded and splashed against these
rocks before the waves regrouped and rushed to shore.

“Beautiful,”
Caleb said softly.  “I’m like that. Life
is always trying to destroy me.  I must
be strong and stand like these rocks against the waves.  I must remember to return during a storm to
see the waves crashing against these formations.  It must be spectacular.”

He drove
along the coast until he found a motel that was close to the shore.  He selected the last remaining room and was delighted
his room faced the sea.  In the morning
at sunrise he had already decided he would walk along the beach and
mediate.  Perhaps that would put him in a
more positive frame of mind.

The sun was
still up and it was too early to go to bed. He had been on the road since early
morning and he realized he was famished.
Since he was hungry as well as thirsty, he asked for directions to
several local taverns.

“The Gull’s Nest on the Cliff” was one of the
recommendations and he liked the sound of the name.  The parking lot was crowded and inside it was
packed. A couple sitting at a table near the bar looked like they were getting
ready to leave so he quietly claimed their table.  He told the waitress he was expecting someone.  One person alone at a table was not
acceptable when groups were waiting.

He ordered a
spinach salad, clam chowder in a bread bowl, pan-seared halibut, and a beer on
tap.  He ate slowly, relishing the fresh
fare.  After his meal he ordered a drink,
whiskey this time.  He was ready to start
blotting out memories.

Before the
drink arrived two women came in, and looked for two seats at the bar.  Nothing was available so they stood by the
wall.  Caleb motioned them over.  “Ladies, please join me.  I hate to drink alone.”

They
exchanged quick glances.  And then one of
the women said, “We’d love to.  We don’t
recognize you.  Are you just passing
through?”

Caleb didn’t
hesitate.  “I’ve gone far to roam, but
the sea is my home.”

The women
looked at him oddly as if he was crazy.  “Sorry
about that.  I like poetry and rhythms.”  Before they could respond Caleb had already
pulled out two chairs, ordered two drinks, and had them seated.  With a big grin he stated,   “I’m Caleb, and I already like it here.”

(To Be Continued)

 

The Ocean Is Calling Me


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By the ocean
is where I want to be,

With sand
dunes and ocean breeze,

Calling out
to me,

The cry of
gull and bark of seal,

Are calling
me home,

Where I can
feel,

I must
return where the ocean pounds,

For I can’t
find peace,

Without
ocean sounds.

 

It had been
so long since Caleb left.  He remembered
driving through the woods, watching the mountains slip away in his rear mirror until
he was on flat land in a farming paradise.
The scenery was almost the same in every direction.  There were no nearby mountains.  There were a few trees and houses, just the
way he liked it. At least that’s what he thought at the time.

Caleb’s life
changed drastically. He endured several years of freezing cold and ice storms.  He also endured springs and summers of
torrential downpours, floods, tornados, and sticky humidity.  The weather was not a factor in his decision
to stay or go.  Not yet.

The flatland was good for farming and it did
not wrap its tentacles around him like the sea did.  The sounds and smells of the sea grabbed him
when he was young and made an impression. The rhythmic waves gently rocked him
to sleep. The beach and ocean became his playground.  Later it was his mistress. And in the back of
his mind he knew that someday it would be his grave.  The sea would wait patiently through his complete
life cycle, from birth to death, expecting him to eventually return to the only
home he really understood.

As the years
dragged by, he grew increasingly lonely but he understood his need. The thing
missing in his life was a good woman, one who would pull him to her bosom and
give him a sense of security.  The women who
lived by the sea and those on flatland were so different. Those by the coast
loved quicker, more fervently, because they understood their men would be
called by the sea and could get lost at sea.
Flatlanders usually chose farmers, men who would stay put, men who would
be content raising wheat, corn, and kids.

He adjusted
to the slower and richer style of loving and eventually he found a woman whose
heart was tender and made him feel loved.
They watched sunsets and dawns, made love passionately, and communicated
endlessly.  Life was perfect and the world
rotated every day.

But one day his world stopped cold. A blizzard
hit while he was in town getting supplies.  He struggled homeward but did not arrive until
early afternoon the next day.  She didn’t
come out to greet him, and the house was cold.

He searched
frantically but to no avail. Friends joined in the search.  She was found lying near the barn, her arms
wrapped around a frozen calf.  Guilt
overwhelmed him.  “That was my job,” he
thought, “getting all the animals inside.”
That thought tormented him more and more.  As he withdrew into his shell his friends
stopped visiting.  They wondered why he
was becoming inaccessible.  He thought
they blamed him for his wife’s death.

The things he
liked about the sea were coming back to haunt him.  Every night he could hear the relentless pounding
of the waves, see the pelicans dipping low as they flew between the swells.  And that salty smell was there in his
room.  The sea was calling him, urging
him to climb aboard a fishing boat and sail out of the harbor, away from the
safety of the shore.

“Why should
I go?” he asked himself. The question remained, unanswered, frozen in the cold
air.  But Immediately another question
rose.”Why should I stay?”

Finally Caleb’s
mind was made and he prepared to rid himself of the farm and its memories. He
sold what he could and gave away the rest.
There was nothing left for him there in the flatlands.  Whenever he saw fields of wheat dancing with
the wind, he was reminded of ocean swells.
Whenever he saw a sunset or dawn, he wished he could see the sun hanging
just over the horizon with a ship sailing somewhere.

The sea was his mistress again and each day she
was calling, calling him back to where he belonged, back to her open arms.  There were new adventures waiting, new
adventures that would help him forget the flatlands and teach him that love once
lost can sometimes be found again.  His
will to live had suffered a blow.  Now he
was willing to dare, to face danger, to love recklessly.  Tomorrow he would set sail and he didn’t care
where.

(To be
Continued)

 

The Fairy Queen and Me


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The Fairy Queen, and Me

Upon my steed I stared at the sea,

Watching the waves pound mercilessly,

While the wind hurled sea drops with glee,

I shook my fist and yelled, “You can’t conquer me!”

The salt was on my beard, my eyes, my face,

I was ready to leave this forlorn place,

When a slight movement caught my eye,

And there she was, the fairy queen,

Perched on a jagged rock between earth and sky,

She didn’t have to turn and look,

To know that I was there,

For at that moment heaven shook,

When she was captured by my stare,

Slowly she shifted and raised one arm,

Pointing to the sea,

“I come here often, my lord,

For the ocean’s power refreshes, wouldn’t you agree?”

Those words said, she looked at me,

And her eyes locked with mine,

The world stood still while my heart danced,

There was no concept of time,

To fall in love with the fairy queen,

Was dangerous and tempted fate,

But her eyes, her face, her hair, it was wildly intimate,

Though raging fires burned within,

I noticed she shivered,

She was soaked to the skin,

Her thin gown blocked nothing from my view,

My mind raced, “What shall I do?”

Aroused in ways I could not explain,

I lowered my gaze before I went insane,

Then I strode to her side and covered her with my cloak,

I held her, warming her, because she was soaked,

Gently I sat her upon my horse,

Her powers were weak, she had lost the force,

I walked beside as she rode,

She pointed out a different road,

“My lord, if you’ll take me to yon oak tree,

My fairies will reward you, wait and see!”

She stretched and arched,

Her breasts taut against the gown,

My breathing was labored, my voice became coarse,

“My lord,” she whispered, “do you need to ride the horse?”

Her full ripe lips formed a grin,

And in spite of myself I smiled within,

My lady, be careful what you say,

My heart could be easily broken by you today,”

We reached a meadow where a great oak tree,

Was surrounded by fairies, dancing with glee,

“She’s returned, she’s home!” I heard a wee voice shout,

“We’ll dance in a circle until the moonlight is out,”

“My lord,” the fairy queen whispered, “I got cold by the sea,

I want to be warm, come lie with me,”

“My lady, I can only stay until dawn,

Then I need to keep moving on,

I’ve lost my kingdom for awhile,

Until I’m allowed to return from exile,”

“Oh, sire, join with me,

What a team we could be,

We’ll teach you well to stay out of sight,

And with magic, a new way to fight,

Sometimes we’ll love wild and free,

Sometimes sensual and tenderly,”

How could I resist her offer to combine,

To claim her love, and reclaim what was mine?

The fairy queen changed my outlook then,

And prepared me for new adventures to begin.

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