Ocean Heal Me
Ocean Heal Me
Ocean heal my wounds
Let your waves curl and foam on my body
Wash away blood, heal scars
Ocean renew me with your power
As unceasingly you roll
Giving strength that's been drained
Ocean keep me warm
Wrap me in your brine
Caress me with your tides
Ocean disperse my tears
As they flow in you
I cleanse my soul
Ocean let me grow in your depths
Color me vibrant blue, coral, green
Clear = revitalized
Ocean your spray anoints me
Cool and refreshed
My spiritual renewal
Ocean be my friend
Hold me flowing in your currents
Ever moving, ever changing
Ocean, heal me.
© 1983 Susan Bacon
Susan Bacon is a researcher, author and teacher. You can contact her through http://www.ecoentrepreneur.org
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Rajasthani poet's tribute to Tagore Times of India "Anjali Gitan Ri" is the first poetic translation of the Gitanjali in Rajasthani language. It is being published by HM Bangur of Shree Cement Ltd. Gitanjali, or 'Song Offerings', have been translated into many Indian and foreign languages. |
 KGMI | Poetry Crossing the Cultural Divide Between Afghanistan and the West About - News & Issues By Bob Holman & Margery Snyder, About.com GuidesMay 16, 2012 ML Liebler is a Detroit performance poet, literary arts activist and Wayne State University professor who has travelled the world teaching poetry. This month he ventured halfway around the ... The poetry of al-Qaeda and the Taliban Taliban Terrorism Poetry Gets June Release in United States Controversial Taliban poetry anthology to be published |
 The Express Tribune | Recital Haiku poetry: Celebrating old ties, in traditional style The Express Tribune By Sehrish Ali Local Haiku poets made their presence felt at the Rawalpindi Arts Council on Wednesday. PHOTO: MYRA IQBAL To celebrate the 60th anniversary of the establishment of diplomatic ties between Pakistan and Japan, a recital of Haiku poetry was ... Haiku helps strengthen diplomatic relations Haiku recital celebrates Pak-Japan diplomatic relations |
 National Endowment for the Arts | Mississippi's Kristen Dupard Wins 2012 Poetry Out Loud: National Recitation ... National Endowment for the Arts Washington, DC -- Out of a field of 365000 students, Kristen Dupard, a high school senior from Ridgeland, Mississippi, has won the 2012 Poetry Out Loud: National Recitation Contest. National Endowment for the Arts Chairman Rocco Landesman and Poetry ... Vt. student 2nd in national poetry contest Ridgeland senior wins national poetry contest Vermont's Poetry Out Loud Champion |
 The Express Tribune | 'Poetry needed today more than ever' The Express Tribune By Qaiser Zulfiqar Reading poetry seems like a thing of the past, where it has been replaced by placards. PHOTO: FILE The importance of poetry and literature has increased in present era; it was never needed as badly in the past as is required today, ... |
 Minneapolis Star Tribune | Poet John Caddy wins McKnight Artist Award Minneapolis Star Tribune It is nature, poet John Caddy says, that saved him when he was young and escaping a rough life on Minnesota's Iron Range. And it is nature that saves him now, 17 years after a stroke paralyzed his left side and left him with a non-working arm, ... Minnesota poet John Caddy named McKnight Distinguished Artist Forest Lake poet wins prized state arts award Poet John Caddy named McKnight Distinguished Artist |
Plinko poetry, a burrito printer, and more at NYU ITP's tech-art showcase The Verge Though if I had to choose a highlight, I'd point to Deqing Sun and Inessah Selditz's "Plinko Poetry," an interesting take on the classic game of chance which uses news tickers and a color-tracking camera to construct a string of absurd non-sequiturs. I Let A Weird Man Rub Me For 10 Minutes, In The Name Of Journalism |
Highland/Fulton: Three Reservoir High School students win awards in Poetry ... Baltimore Sun By Chuck Gait, chuck.gait@gmail.com 301-854-0867 Reservoir High School students Chaz Atkinson, Caroline des Jardins-Park and Carl Gaytano were all winners in the Howard County Public School System's Poetry Alive writing contest. Chaz is in AP French, ... |
Poetry Is Different Huffington Post (blog) Dreaming in Darkness (Winter Goose Publishing, 2011) is a stunning collection of poetry and prose that chronicles the pain and anguish of loss that life often hands down. Jessica throws open her deepest emotions and lays them bare for all to witness. |
 Los Angeles Times | Poetry replaces placards as Russia's Occupy protesters camp out Irish Times Occupy Abai takes its name from the monument to a hitherto little-known Kazakh poet, Abai Kunanbaev, where protesters have gathered, as well as a dose of inspiration from the anti-capitalist movements that have “occupied” public places from Dame Street ... In Moscow, a Poetic Occupy Protest Russia's Occupy movement is not up to the task Moscow stirred by unprecedented anti-Putin sit-in |
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Two Poems with Triggers [and a commentary]
So Many Einstein'sThe morning mist, insists there is a God.The earth remains faithful to its orbit.
Breathing-in, Minnesota [a poem: now in Spanish and English]
In early fall, in Minnesota, the rain falls, falls, In buckets, buckets and more buckets-: dropsLikened to music from its many streams-landOf ten-thousand lakes; moistened gravel, gravelEverywhere?Grandpa sits on the porch-daydreaming of, ofSomething, perhaps winter around the corner-;As the flies disappear, with the mosquitoes?Leaves will soon vanish, shadows will come earlyMaybe he's thinking about summer: miles and milesAnd miles and miles of cornfields; his childhood nowLong gone, he hums a hymn, a song; looking at theMetal-piped fence, he made, with three poles, on theEmbankment, leading up the steps to the porch;It's worn-out like him.The winds in Minnesota smell fresh, fresh from allThe foliage, there's a lot of it.
The King and Delka & Moiromma: the Cold Planet [Parts 25 and 26]
#25The King and Delka[Split Mawkishness-on Moiromma /Part V]Sickly SentimentalityI have sought out friendsOnly to find rawnessOf their passion;And the uniformity Of their vision.Who out there can knowMy cerebral verve?(Only the long dead)By King Moir I[Of Moiromma]Ah! the aimless cosmos come back to his mind as he stands on his balcony looking up into he eerie dark.
Biography of Charlotte Bronte
Charlotte Bronte (1816 -1855) Novelist and Poet.Charlotte was the daughter of the Rev.
Three Love Poems [all wicked]
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Joined
JOINEDHeart beat of manpounding - yet unheardjoined becomes thebeat of a nation.Words of man written - yetunreadjoinedbecomes a proclamation.
Rhymes of an Ordnance Man [Vietnam War: 1971]
Rhymes of an Ordnance Man[Vietnam War: 1971]An eleven part poemBy Dennis L. SilukI had went to Vietnam at the age of 23 [1971], and it was most interesting, there were 205,000 troops there when I arrived.
Never Ever More
Once upon a midnight dreary, coffee cold and vision bleary, all night sat there writing COBOL, coding spread across the bed sheets, changing syntax for the mainframe,having checked my final line, I took the floppy from the drive.Typing with a steady hand,I then invoked the SAVE command,but there below my effectuation,appeared the cryptic communication,"Abort, Retry, Ignore" and nothing more.
San Francisco [Almost a Sonnet]
(The city by the bay of Northern California, near which the Pacific Ocean resides; the year is 1967)Mid October seemed like some spring day,When through the poised waters, dry as lead, The ferry, like vague shadows that stand the dead,Slipped down the curved coast of Frisco bay,Rounded the Golden Gate,-and San Francisco lay,Before me, that gay city, pink and red,Hippies covered Haigh Asbury's homeless head,-My home, to be, I found stirring and grey.The waves busted on the wooden-sides; fishermenNearby with long necks, looked and cast again.
A Dose of Laughter
I'm not well. Can't you tell? Kinda low, so,give me a dose of laughter.
The Treasure of Catalina Huanca (In English and Spanish)
Note: written after seeing the little adobe 16th century church San Sebastian, in San Jeronimo, by the mountains of Huancayo, Peru, after being taken there by the Wandering Quechua guide, Enrique (4-13-2005).The Treasure of Catalina HuancaWritten by Dennis L.
Birthday Messages
I WANTED TO SAY IT WITH A BUNCH OF FLOWERS A CARD WOULD HAVE SUFFICED.I WANTED TO SAY IT WITH A PACK OF SWEETS A' HI' WOULD HAVE SUFFICED.
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Death & the Supernatural: Poetry/Five Poems
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Little Girl from Huancayo [a poem/in English and Spanish]
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Three Poems: The Monkey Man of Lima, Plus Two More
What Hides behind the Minute?What hides behind the minute?It seems, no one really knows;How many times will we wakeup,To count the minutes gone?The rose was dead when I arrived;The sword, was rusty and dull;The window curtain was open,And there was music in the hall.Oh lovely minute, where art thou?One, is not like the other-:Whirling in an earthly orbit,As the boundless world discovers.
I Saw the Universe
I can see the cerulean blue of the skiesOr the indigo of the nightI can see the stars wink, the grin of the moonDuring the changes of it's monthly face**I am in awe**I see the sun on it's annual trekAlternately awakening the life in the earthAnd then fading away to allow it to sleepUntil the next spring**I am told the Universe is "out there"Beyond those stars, moon and sun,Yet the power of what I can seeIs a fathoming beyond my comprehension**I am in awe**"Out there" no time, no seasons passNo sense of age, hatred or loss existOnly the infinity0f the Universe**What IS "out there"?What IS the Universe that has no end?What IS the power that creates all this?I want to see it too**And then I remember..
The Crusader: A Search for the Virtue Inside (an excerpt of an Epic Poem)
On through the darkness she searches the bonesSeeking the hand of her love;Deep in the stillness, the maid searches on,Petitioning help from above.Onward she gropes through the flesh and the bloodOf the warriors disfigured and maimed;She carries no hope for the life of her love -For naught but his body she came.
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