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72 Brief Seapoems

1*

Rocking cradle of the world.. sunset stairway to the stars..
only by greatmasters trod... only written on by God.
2*
Out of the sea the sun aborning with his awesome light of morning
Not adorned but all adorning says to you "Come!My Mavoorning!"
3*
Rain at sea... redundancy

4*
It snows at sea... quiet falls in flakes...melting
designs.... slip form for All
5*
Wavecarved caves in the seagirt rock.. have sculpted it into a seagulled
rookery..
6*
Every morn...the sea reborn ...is smoke and mirrors..... fog and reflection.
7*
We gave him a pitcher. He gave us the sea
8*
The rock temple to Poseidon will in some millennium show crumbling, but the wavy
sea will endure...
9*
The tide sent into the cleft of rock Neptune's polyfingered hand of welcome.
10*
Without equal, each wave sequel. Land is for eagles. The sea
is for seagulls
11*
The ebbtide slowly recedes, but in that sweet leg of the sea
tidepools, seaweed, shells, sunsparks and driftwood.... are his legacy
12*
The rain in Maine remains mainly by the main.
13*
That sand not soon turn the beachfence into driftwood
the artist designed a metal seat.
14*
From the shore.. one looks upward to the sanddune grass..10,000 green brush
blades trying to paint the blue sky jade*

14a

And no matter how high it climbs, the mountain ash
finds he cannot stamp his footprint frondprints on the sky
15*
Faster than any stylus squiggling.. can write the sun
in the water wiggling... but when the sea is perfectly still..
it appears it was water which held the quill
16*
Receives all arrows the universal quiver
as the sea receives all lonely rivers
17*
Daily the sea laves with tidal milk waves
nursing in love her hungrymouthed caves
18*
Today in their palate of many hues
the sky and sea have 90 shades of blue
19*
Little petstore goldfishes.. suffocating in the tiny plastic bag.. God set you
free..into a pond
*20
Gentler than land's are the seasons of the seas.
*21
The rainbow's end touchdowns in the waving sea. Though she pours her pastels
endlessly, deep blue remains the sea
*22
Surfers delight in the motion of the angry waves of the ocean
as neptune, sea king, watches their thrill seeking
*23
Shadows of fishes play in the shallows above varying
shades of abandoned shells.
24*
Within a wavelaved rock fissure, God hid the fish from the kingfisher.
25*
The rowboat's wake intersected the path of the morning sun upon the water...
26*
The sea mirror was framed by lobster traps..until she rose and smashed them
27*
A clamshell holds the seaswell.. Reflected in captured tide..Jupiter's
light dwells
28*
Waterfall mist asked the sea 'when shall I return to Thee? '
29*
Windsent seascent everywhere went
30*
As artists long for blank canvases, as sealovers yearn for the blue space of the
skysea, Spirit longs to be uncluttered.
31*
So many shades of blue from royal navy to aqua hue.. without
the horizon ship one could not tell sky from sea.
32*
Seacradle is rocking fishes among the rocks but she is slapping at fishermen's
docks
33*
The full moon lifts seawaves in joy, but only the sun can lift water drops out of the sea.
34*
Blackberried tarts on white lace doilies are the seafoam framed ocean's dark
rocks
35*
Ships in bottles cannot sail, but messages unsealed from
bottles do, their words meant most for those who find the script.
36*
More than the stable shore God hallows the waving sea's shellshod shallows.
*37
In the kinder world there surely no longer shall be
shellfish shiv'd to shed their sheltering shells
38*
Waves will rise in joy soon toward the full moon of the longed for
monsoon
39*
Message in sea's bottles. Tidings in the tides. Time's
rivers to the timeless sea glide. Every being will with God abide.

*40

Some rule the waves, others the quiet depths

41*
He is like the sea: on the surface bubbling with wave effervescence
... in the depths one with divine Everpresence
42*
The sun's fireball has scattered embers in the sea, unquenched
by her waters. for love and light can never be extinguished.
43*
The drops the rain scatters the river then gathers.. for the sea who in turn
offers them in her great chalice to the Sun Father
44*
One smells seasalt before the first seasight...
of His Eoyal Lowness, bluerobed. He fills hearts with delight
45*
She picked up only vacant seashells at the shores of the Seychelles.
For chambered nautili hollow were minnow castles in the shallows
46*
It is the trickling time for the tiptoeing tide
*47
The tide is afoot! in the 10 million fingers of the sea
*48
As seawaves slapped his sloop he slipped down a sweet slope into sleep
*49
Some say the sea is sibilant ..others that she is engaged in om-ing
... that she roars and crashes ,,,or kisses the sand..or murmurs beneath the moonlight ... infinite are her melodies

*50
Aboard the oceanliner they see.. moonlight whitewashing the sea
*51
Those who live by or on the sea can are often healed by her rhythmic frequencies
*52
Flags of fog flap not but float above the waters
*53
The sun scattered a trillion diamonds on the sea...and gathered them
into a necklace for thee
*54
He heals.. because like the ocean he listens with total presence, without judgment,
without interruption, with unconditional love
*55
The sirens in his odyssey could not keep Odysseus from the sea and home to Penelope
*56
The beachcombing sea gives more than she takes as she secedes
*57
The sea: a blue jewel framed by shells.. never
caught by aquarelles.She melts away crowded city spells.

By her sight and sound and smell our moods upwell.
*58
As she hears the confessions of all rivers those on the shore hear the sea..
accepting all she calls no thing heresy.
*59
So many sires he had in Donegal.. so many foremothers in Galway ..he was made of
Donegalway
...in every cell of his being the sea calls to itself
*60
Some say the sea is sibilant ..others that she is engaged in om-ing
... that she roars and crashes ,,,or kisses the sand..or murmurs beneath the moonlight ... infinite are her melodies

*61
As rocks girding a tidal pool... As metal setting for sapphire jewel... As strong
bones around liquid soul eyes.. the body frame for the Spirit Nigh
*62
The mountain palm gave birth to coconut babes who rolled downhill to the ocean..
Now they are islands  .. with hard shells bathed inside by coconut
milk and outside by piscean seas
*63
In an all-grey sky through a cloud goblet a sunbeam straw sucked up seadrops
*64
The tide casts her slender silver fishnet veil, not to harm the fish, but to
float them home to her sea.
*65
I want to be with my love by the sea near his seaweed strewn legacy
.feeling sand rearranged by castle-toppling tide......
heart slowing down to sounds of seaslide ..
watching moonrise oer the bay while ambling to warm cafe seaside
*66
Sad was the sea of Being that she was not a river of doing and so God gave her
currents.
*67
Birds have oerleapt the sea oarcleft. But she has not been harmed
Bee has the petals of clover cloven but she has not been harmed
*68
  Beneath the spires of Naples and Constantinople
lies the sea shimmering in sun's iridescent opals.

*69
The sea honors the confessional seal... giving absolution to reformed fishermen
who no longer club seals
*70
The bubbles, the spray, the breakers which have rent the surface of the Sea.... She receives... reseas them ...back into her serene quiet deeps.
*71
Some say the sea is sibilant ..others that she is engaged in om-ing
... that she roars and crashes ,,,or kisses the sand..or murmurs beneath the moonlight ... infinite are her melodies

72
While the woodpecker wooed the woods with his whittling his pecking was strangely relaxing

Dedicatees

Effervescence is to David P B

Sounds of the Sea is to that gentle force of nature Jan P B

We Gave Him A Pitcher is to C Lassell
Rocking Cradle of the World is to Don and Pat Wilson
Faster than Any Stylus Squiggling is to Mark Braunstein
Receives All Arrows is to E Hubiak
Blackberried Tarts is to Betsy Frost
Poseidon Temple is to EL and NL
Mavoorning is to E Lynch
It Snows At Sea.. is to David Shriver and Julie Denholm
re the death of their mother Sylvia Dobkin Shriver
The rain in Maine is to William Cohen
Rookery is to Walt Rave

***-saiom shriver-