Ocean Poems

You've asked me what the lobster is weaving there with
his golden feet?
I reply, the ocean knows this.
You say, what is the ascidia waiting for in its transparent
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In desperate hope I go and search for her
in all the corners of my room;
I find her not.
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I met a genius on the train
today
about 6 years old,
he sat beside me
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The distance, laden with terminal disease
Counting the days to eternal abyss

Fragile, a vein ruptures
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The sun is set; and in his latest beams
Yon little cloud of ashen gray and gold,
Slowly upon the amber air unrolled,
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Twinkling stars reflection
On the blue ocean
Have become the nuts and bolts
Of vessels plying their way to destination
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I want to be your fragrant musk,
I want to be that soft breeze that gently touches your soul,
I want to be that fire, which enflames your heart,
I want to bathe in the ocean of your passions,
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'Tis fine to see the Old World and travel up and down
Among the famous palaces and cities of renown,
To admire the crumblyh castles and the statues and kings
But now I think I've had enough of antiquated things.
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The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day
runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures.

It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth
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Do not leave me alone, a helpless woman.
My strength, my crown,
I am empty of virtues,
You, the ocean of them.
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When music is far enough away
the eyelid does not often move

and objects are still as lavender
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In the sea on the whale
The fishermen threw a pike,
The whale: I am harmless while
You are hurting me deadly deep,
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AFTER the Sea-Ship--after the whistling winds;
After the white-gray sails, taut to their spars and ropes,
Below, a myriad, myriad waves, hastening, lifting up their necks,
Tending in ceaseless flow toward the track of the ship:
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Beloved! amid the earnest woes
That crowd around my earthly path-
(Drear path, alas! where grows
Not even one lonely rose)-
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Here is the semblance flapping in wind
Light when parades by shadow of wing
grace looks brighter by glaze of green
eyes seems to meander into love intoned
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The extraordinary patience of things!
This beautiful place defaced with a crop of surburban houses-
How beautiful when we first beheld it,
Unbroken field of poppy and lupin walled with clean cliffs;
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Then a lawyer said, "But what of our Laws, master?"

And he answered:
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I came from the sunny valleys
And sought for the open sea,
For I thought in its gray expanses
My peace would come to me.
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Unhappy about some far off things
That are not my affair, wandering
Along the coast and up the lean ridges,
I saw in the evening
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Beyond the sea, beyond the ocean;
Far away from home, and no communication;
But distant cries that roused the waves in the boundless sea,
Cries that echoed in the wind of pain and memory.
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My boyfriend (Peter) and I went down to New Haven Harbor today.

Let's face it, we're surrounded by oceans,
and most of them are downright inhospitable.
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a world of man vs a,
world of machine
an ocean of man vs an,
ocean of machine
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I sleep. No, I wander. I wander through hopeless memories. All the blank pages in my mind. Blank isn't the right word, blank is white and unfinished. What I mean by blank is filled to the brim with pure nothingness. pitch black like every time I close my eyes. I close my eyes and cannot move. I can't move not because I'm asleep, its because sleep is what I am not. My conscious self is on earth, my body is on another planet. I can not move I feel stuck in blackness. This is how most nights feel. Either this or I go on walks to sooth my restless mind. Walks they are-
only my mind is not present and I can't control where I go, I can't remember where I go, im mindless. Im walking on an ocean. An ocean of happiness I can't baptize myself in. The ocean gets more wet except the ocean is filled with sweat, sweat from running from all my problems. Exhaustion fills my body. That is the pure moment I realize I am asleep, the wetness is beads of sweat on my forehead from the 16th night terror this week.
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the phrase cry me a river of tears is never taken seriously. I don't just cry rivers I cry oceans, I cry all seven oceans because sadness is something that consumes me. grief fills my body and flows through my bloodline. on the countless trips to the hospital they put an IV through my arm filled with tears. my only comfort zone is my bathtub. the cold porcelain flooring against my naked body. having warm water flow over the top of my head like a waterfall, a waterfall I've cried so many times. the indent of my body will always remain on my bathtub. the indent consumes my body and holds me so tightly I do not feel the need to move. I feel so comfortable here because it is the only time someone ever holds me. the warm waterfall turns cold and I feel like I'm in my heart. warm surrounded by fluid makes me cold to the bone. I peel myself off of the indented bathroom floor. I lay in bed for hours. my head against my pillow and my body against memory foam mattress that absorbs my body as gravity pulls me down so I cannot move even if I tried. my tears flood my pillows along with muttered screams and sobs. blood stains my blankets along with cigarette burns. I find myself crying an ocean, except the ocean is absorbing my body and I find myself falling so deep in the ocean and I cannot breathe anymore. my lungs feel like they're about to burst like a grenade and my heart is about to give out. the pitter patter my racing heart as it gives its last bout. it surrenders as the waves of the ocean try to mask my carcass. if you ever need me I will be in the sand of the ocean as it is my new bed. the layers of seaweed that will soon form over my lifeless body. I am the only remains from a skeleton sunken city. I am a graveyard that no one comes to visit. my hollow chest feels like a tree that no one notices in a forest. my fingers feel like carrots at the end of a salad bowl no one wants to eat. my blood feels like the last sip of a coffee that no one will drink. so I cry over my unwanted remains. I cry another ocean and find myself in an endless cycle. hopeless and never changing.
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Relativity of Space and ocean is wonderful ever to muse long being grand Nature;
Both Space and ocean look to be calm though a lot happens inside each of them;
Space in the night is the Universe wonderful ever and nonparallel to compare;
Deep ocean is a great wonder to dream about ever in amazement sure long!
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Coming from somewhere as I stepped into this world, it gave
me a name unasked. From then on, all the steps I have made carrying
the weight of all my pleasures and pains are the faltering steps in
quest of an expression - a journey of mine to find a name for
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(Mod's conversation with the ocean
At Mamallapuram beach in Tamil Nadu
While meeting the Chinese President XI Jinping
Under Chennai connect
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My Ocean's Sun

Today I speak of two people
The Sun and the Ocean
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