A
Rollicking ol’ sea shanty
Those
ten foot seafarers, riding White Horses
across
an Ocean so blue the sun blinks,
across
Pacific Islands covered perennially in palms
men
stepping ashore and giving birth to Sea women,
across
horizons bent with sun shimmer, mirage
the
height of these men increasing the closer they get,
roaring
Forties, and riding cascading water falls
some
seven metres tall and oncoming, till CRASH
they
hit the side of an abandoned Log Carrier
dive
into the fucken hold and sinking the lonely beast,
the
now 21 foot seafarers glee in their capability,
saving
souls, sailors, and sailoresses, scion of the sea,
white
horses now growing to charging elephants,
and
lambasting a shoreline like a wild tsunami,
rotting
houses, dead bodies, unwary populations,
the
salted water deteriorating vegetation, as it does,
like
the Royal Albatross, floating on mid air currents,
fighting
for fish behind brave ships, in the Southern Ocean,
Back
to the warm tropics, piggy backing on trawlers
the
scurry of fish hungry sea birds scavenging food
45
foot tall seafarers growing apace, running on cyclones
the
rage of wind and sea throwing it’s power at Fiji,
the
bure’s washed wet, the populace on high ground
a
white horse appears to reclaim it’s rider,
the
riders make their home on Kilauea’s slopes,
the
fire mountain and the sea farers, companions,
until
another summer storm whips up the sea,
and
off they go again, ruination and wreckage
into
the realm of Tangaroa and King Neptune
into
the real world of the hardened sailor, Ocean rave.
Seven
Degrees of Sea
1°
Beauty
Look
around, nary a sound,
Twinkling
sparkling millpond,
Light
dancing, no breath of wind,
Paradise
before you,
Deep
blue mirrors sky's hue,
Clarity
supreme!
See
bullet-like fish
dart
and dash
for
metres and leagues down.
2°
Paradise mottled.
Wind
breaks the calm of seas balm,
yet
still no harm,
little
ripples do break the serenity,
still
paradise
not
quite as nice but panorama
is
churned, grayish tint
The
blue is less clear,
Fish
not there.
3°
Paradise broken.
Grey
clouds whipped by strongish gusts,
waves
rolling
Whitecaps
strolling incessantly,
Blue
turns to dark green
picture
once serene
now
crazy with churning spume
clarity
lost, murky water
Thoughts
darkened by the haze
Cloudy
wind-filled days.
4°
Crestfallen
Swells
building, waves breaking, CRASH,
wind
whips water
mad
dashes across the surface
Black
roiling cloudbanks, close the gloom,
leaves
no room
for
the fainthearted, motion started
sea
boiling green and white
as
stomach fights the crests and troughs
Battle
soon lost.
5°
Gut wrenching.
Death
is near, no ocean clear,
Lunch
is sent spewing
misery
ensuing
As
clouds now speed across your vision,
Gales,
high wind precision
Swells
stand up and confront
the
fear of your dread,
White
anger, grey green broth
Merciless
ocean whipped to froth.
6°
Passion Play
For
as far as the maddening eye sees,
unrelenting
danger
assails
the stranger to the power of the sea,
Clouds
one big procession,
wind
obsession, your life at the mercy
of
powers far greater,
and
sooner or later the boat will sway
and
rock and toss, and moronically ride
out
the oceans passion play.
7°
Natural Forces
You
ride the Dancing Horses, on forces
not
meant to be,
no
one conquers the Sea,
but
feel it's power and it's serenity,
be
it Paradise, or majestic Glory,
take
from it what you must
Revile
it, revel in it's touch,
It
will treat you, natures power
as
it wishes, by Seven Degrees,
The
Seas.
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