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The Dancing Fishes
The big seals in motion
Like waves of the ocean,
Or gouty feet prancing,
Came heading the gay fish,
Crabs, lobsters, and crayfish,
Determined on dancing.
The sweet sounds they followed,
The gasping cod swallowd;
'Twas wonderful, really!
And turbot and Hounder,
'Mid fish that were rounder,
Just caper'd as gaily.
John Dorys came tripping;
Dull bake by their skipping
To frisk it seem'd given;
Bright mackrel went springing,
Like small rainbows winging
Their flight up to heaven.
The whiting and haddock
Left salt water paddock
This dance to be put in:
Where skate with flat faces
Edged out some odd plaices;
But soles kept their footing.
Sprats and herrings in powers
Of silvery showers
All number'd outnumber'd.
And great ling so lengthy
Were there in such plenty
The shore was encumber'd.
The scollop and oyster
Their two shells did roister,
Like castanets fitting;
While limpets moved clearly,
And rocks very nearly
With laughter were splitting.
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Pirouettes of fantasy
dance the ocean blue
Draped in velvet loveliness
reflections of the moon.
Translucent seas a mirror of
midnight's perfect depths
Dancing on the mermaid dreams
suspended in a breath.
Magical illusions
transparent in array
Swim the raging waters till
she sees the light of day;
Perfect beauty visualised
its synchronicity
Lost within the waves of time
embraced in fantasy.
Oh, but sweet illusion now
meet me now I pray
Dance with me upon the dreams
I seek for in the waves;
Join me in a uniform
in perfect symmetry
Dance upon the ocean blue
and meet me in my dreams.
"A delighful fantasy tale told from the perspective of a mermaid and her dreams.
From swimming the ocean depths to dancing upon the waves,
this delightful tale yields a fantasy of which many of us can only dream.
Water, oceans, seas....all conjure up images of escapism, relaxation and perfect beauty.
See yourself as this mermaid....and lose yourself within the depths of time, and the ocean blue.
And wake up to reality refreshed."
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All under the white caps, under the wave,
Our ship it went down like lead.
While above the storm, now down to my grave
I'd shortly be cold and dead.
But my hand was grabbed and my breast was clasped,
By an angel of the sea.
She was strong as a whale, her sleek green tail
It warped itself around me.
There in that dark sea I was able to stare--
Above us was roiling hells!--
She was soft and sweet and was passing fair,
Her skin was as smooth as shells.
Gold hair was as long as her arm was long,
She kissed me in winding hair.
My lungs then inhaled, they were hale and strong
And I had no need for air!
Her breasts were so full and pale as a queen.s
And we swam down hand in hand,
Into her cave jeweled in reds and in greens,
Where I lived by her command.
At night we would love and she'd sing me a song
A sad soulful reverie.
Our love is still true, our love is still strong,
Strong as the white capped sea.
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Little John Bottlejohn
Little John Bottlejohn lived on the hill,
and a blithe little man was he.
And he won the heart of a pretty mermaid
Who lived in the deep blue sea.
And every evening she used to sit
And sing by the rocks of the sea,
"Oh! little John Bottlejohn, pretty John Bottlejohn,
Won't you come out to me?"
Little John Bottlejohn heard her song,
And he opened his little door,
And he hopped and he skipped,
and he skipped and he hopped,
Until he came down to the shore.
And there on the rocks sat the little mermaid,
And still she was singing so free,
"Oh! little John Bottlejohn, pretty John Bottlejohn,
Won't you come out to me?"
Little John Bottlejohn made a bow,
And the mermaid, she made one too;
And she said, "Oh! I never saw anyone half
So perfectly sweet as you!
In my lovely home 'neath the ocean foam,
How happy we both might be!
Oh! little John Bottlejohn, pretty John Bottlejohn,
Won't you come down with me?"
Little John Bottlejohn said, "Oh yes!
I'll willingly go with you,
And I never shall quail at the sight of your tail,
For perhaps I may grow one, too."
So he took her hand, and he left the land,
And plunged in the foaming main.
And little John Bottlejohn, pretty John Bottlejohn,
Never was seen again.
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She calls to me from beyond
out at the edge of the reef
I can not join her there
or at least this is my belief
I would walk out at low tide
and stand on the edge
I would talk to her there
as the water lapped at the edge
As it rose higher
I would retreat to the shore
and there she was just beyond
calling to me once more...
Then one day I was late
and I rushed out to the reef
she was not waiting for me
and I cried out my grief...
I thought I had lost her
and the fault was all mine
I dived over the edge
to forever end my lonely time...
But as I touched the crystal surface
I became what I longed to be
my body shimmered and changed
and I became a dolphin of the sea
And out in the distance I saw her
Waiting beyond the reef
and I finally joined the one I loved
and left behind my life of grief.
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O Golden Mermaid
O Golden mermaid appear to me.
Spirit of foam, rise from the sea.
The hour of the full moon-tide draws near.
Hear the invoking words, draw near and appear.
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