Sea Treasures

Through the ages, humans have been fascinated with the mysterious ocean and Her beautiful creatures. The Mers and their kin have been revered and celebrated with poems, songs and stories as well as magnificant works of art.
Join me now as we dive down into the ocean depths to my treasure trove of poetry, quotes, songs and more...

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I am the sea and the sea is in me.
~Jacques-Yves Cousteau

Who would be a mermaid fair,
Singing alone, combing her hair
Under the sea in a golden curl,
With a comb of pearl
~Alfred Lord Tennyson

Thy soul was like a star,
and dwelt apart:
Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea:
Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free.
~William Wordsworth

"At Last,Her Fifteenth Birthday Came" (c) by Susan Anderson
Fairy Tale Series by Silverbow Cards

I am forever walking upon these shores,
Betwixt the sand and the foam,
The high tide will erase my foot-prints,
And the wind will blow away the foam.
But the sea and the shore will remain
Forever.
~Khalil Gibran

The thundering waves are calling me home~~~home to you
The pounding sea is calling me home~~~home to you.
~Loreena McKennit-The Old Ways

They say to me in their awakening,
"You and the world you live in are but a grain of sand upon the infinite shore of an infinite sea."
And in my dream I say to them,
"I am the infinite sea, and all worlds are but grains of sand upon my shore."
~Khalil Gibran

I am a daughter of Earth and Water,
And the nursling of the Sky;
I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;
I change, but I cannot die.
~Percy Bysshe Shelley

Dreams are illustrations...
from the book your soul is writing about you.
~Marsha Norman

Awareness rises like tides of the seas. You are the current within, within the living melodies, the attention beneath these endlessly undulating tapestries whose mysteries ripple outward now, rise upward now, on waves, symphonic waves, the currents of your eternal whole.
~Ken Carey

"vermillion"
the sea is no longer liquid…….
its weightless honey of deep, dark amber....
fills my lungs and steals my breath…..
the sound of my cry travels slowly....
but with thunderous pulse…..
echoing through the depths,
coursing through the waves,
as i twist and turn into the womb
to reach the hallowed deep….
cutting myself against the coral
my deep vermillion blood seeps like ochre,
the honey of the sea enters me,
the marriage of amber and vermillion....
a deep, dark and heady wine,
that sates the weary spirit....
who seeks meade for a restless soul…….
drink deeply of me....
so i can course within you....
and you, become drunk on us…..
the union of sweet honey....
and salt of my lifeblood,
a mirror of the bittersweet longing...
of pleasure that is pain…….
knowing death is but a swimming....
through the depths to another shore,
we emerge like newborn infants,
our cries signaling we live yet again……
timeless in our innocence,
precocious in our grace,
indulgent in our laughter...
and our need to be wholly loved……
from the sea we have finally risen....
on the shore we roll in tandem...
breathing in each others’ breath...
rejoicing in each others’ death
because the end delivereth...
beginning once again…….
~With Thanks to Alan Harris
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Seek not outside yourself, Heaven is within.
~Mary Lou Cook

Golden Aphrodite
by Marc Power
You are Golden Aphrodite, and your skin is soft and fair,
And your smiling face is gently framed, within your copper hair,
You are the Star of Morning and you rise before the Sun,
Amid the red haze of its dawning, before the days begun

chorus:
Aphrodite, Aphrodite,
Young Eros and his darts
Aphrodite, Aphrodite,
Hear the voice within our hearts,
Aphrodite, Aphrodite,
We hear your votive call,
Aphrodite, Aphrodite,
Feel the love within us all,

You are the star of evening, rising when the Sun has set,
Amid the twighlights sheening, with your thighs as black as jet,
Intoxicate our senses, let everything suggest,
Gentle curving of the buttock and voluptuousness of breast.

Among the legends of the lovely, only you are set apart,
Maiden, mistress of desire, mighty Queen of sexual art
By the snow-white perfect plumage of your holy, sacred dove,
we are with you, we are with you, enfold us in your love.

By the many-petalled roses, before whom we are dust,
We are with you, we are with you, Enfold us in thy lust
We call Aphrodite, We call you, Morning-Star,
We call you, Goddess Venus, Kyprian, Ishtar.

You are the Queen of beauty, who dost cause mens eyes to stare,
You are lovely, you are vision, you, the fairest of the fair,
The graces are thy heralds, rose, sandalwood and musk,
We see your beauteous body, sultry shining in the dusk.

By the seven in the heavens and the stars upon your face,
Your beauty is eternal and shall never fall from grace,
With your gracefulness of movement and your girdle of desire,
We are yearning, we are burning for our hearts are all afire!
Thanks to Marc Power
Copyright (C) 1985
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Prayer to Poseidon
by Marc Power
Lord Poseidon hear our prayer,
Take us Lord unto thy care,
Listen to the Conchs-shells call,
Beside the crystal waterfall
Lead us to your marble caves
Take us far beneath the waves.

Shaker of the Earth and Land,
Lead us naked through the sand,
Make us liquid, so that we might seep,
Through the darkness of the deep,
Your hand rests upon the helm,
That we might navigate your realm

Lead us to Atlantis gate,
To the golden halls of fate,
Where the crystal pillars stand,
Return us to our motherland,
Wavelets break on nameless shores,
We'll remain for evermore.

Cheer us with your silver laugh,
Protect us with your Trident-staff,
King of all the shining seas,
Enfold us in your Mysteries,
Neptune Lord of Oceans vast,
Guide us when to you we're cast.

Mermaids sit without a care,
Tending Aphrodites hair,
Salmon seek their ocean home,
Venus rises through the foam,
In you we are purified,
By the swelling of each tide

Seaweed strewn, the caverns floor,
The sense that we've been here before,
All our lives are lived on Earth,
The sea's the real place of our birth,
Gaze upon Oannes sword,
Inside the shrine of the sea lord.

Caverns tremble, pillars quake,
Our footsteps in Poseidons wake,
As if in trance, we know we can,
Detect the fish inside the man,
The guardians endless vigil keeps
Glides on silent, through the deeps
Thanks to Marc Power
Copyright (C) 1978 Marc Power
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I do not know what I may appear to the
world; but to myself I seem to have been
only like a boy playing on the sea-shore,
and diverting myself in now and then finding
a smoother pebble or a prettier shell
than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth
lay all undiscovered before me.

~Isaac Newton

The blue wave feathers white;
Her green hair lays spread on the water bright.
Mist, not meant to drink,
Sprinkled with starlight falls from the link
Of her shelled arm.
~Laurie Cabot

I sat watching for you
To come over the starlit horizon.
I contented myself listening to a buoy marker,
The sea forever running up to kiss and caress the shore,
A few gulls looking out for a meal.
I’ve sat on beaches like this one the world over
I’ve heard thunder echo off the wave tops
And watched as lightening illuminated
The gray seas for miles around.
I’ve seen the storm surge rush the shore
And crash against houses built too close
And in the midst of the storms rage
I hear your voice,
As if the thunder stirred you from your deep sleep.
Why do I only hear your voice in storms
And never when the seas are calm.
~Author Unknown

This beautiful work of art is by Mary Baxter St. Clair and is entitled ALIKIA
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The Enigmas

You ask what the lobster weaves with its golden claws,
and I answer, "the ocean knows this."
You ask who is the sea squirt waiting for in its transparent bell?
What does it hope for?
I tell you it waits for the fullness of time, like yourself.
For whom does the alga Macrocystis extend its embrace?
Study it, unriddle it at a time, in a certain sea I know.
You ask me about the wicked tusk of the narwhal?
Though you turn to me for my answer, I tell you
you stay for a stranger reply;
how the sea unicorn suffers the killing harpoon and dies.
Or maybe you look for the kingfisher's feathers,
which tremble in the purest beginning in the tropical water.
Now, on your lucid device of the polyp you tangle a new importunity,
flailing it fine, to the bran:
you would sift the electrical matter that moves on the tines of the void;
the stalagtite's splintering armor that lengthens its crystal;
the barb of the angler fish, the singing extension
that weaves in the depths and is loosed in the waters?

I want to tell you that the ocean knows this:
-That life, in its jewel boxes
is endless as the sea sand, impossible to count, flawless and numberless.
Between cluster and cluster, time among the blood colored grapes, brightens
the flint in the petal, filled the jellyfish with light;
untied its knot, letting its musical threads fall in the skein of the coral
from a horn of plenty made of infinate mother of pearl.

I am the empty net which has gone on ahead of human eyes,
slain in the shadows,
fingers accustomed to the triangle,
longitudes computed in the timid globe of an orange.

Probing the endless stars,
I came, like yourself, through the mesh of my being, and in my net in the night,
I woke up naked-and all that was left of the catch?
a fish trapped inside the wind.
~by Pablo Neruda

Watery She swims,
A mermaid,
In,
My third eye,
And,
The water flows,
Blurring,
My vision,
Yet,
I can't see her face,
But,
I know her touch,
Wondering,
Will I look forever?
Then,
What if I blink?
As,
She sunbathes,
On,
The bridge of my nose,
Cross my eyes,
Hope to die,
In,
Her arms.
~Nick Weber
Poet Warrior

The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away,a sordid boon!
The Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not.--Great God! I'd rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make us less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear Old Triton blow his wreathed horn.

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