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It was a gray and murky day, There was a real chill in the air,
The wind kept growing stronger, The longer I stayed there.
Invigorating, captivating, An angry, wild sea,
It rushed to and fro with no control, Crashing mercilessly.
"Yes sir," I said to the ole capt,and settled down,
Just as a sheet of lightening glared, Though it flashed far out at sea,
The birds grew silent in the air.
"Oh, this will be a good one, son," With excitement, his eyes glowed,
Together we watched in awe, As the water churned and rose.
Far out on the horizon, We thought we saw a ship,
Was it a ghost or was it real? We kept losing sight of it.
I shook my head, and then I said, "I sure feel sorry for those guys." "
"You bet," the old man answered, Concern showing in his eyes. "
The captain and my shipmates drowned,
I never saw them again." "Well, how did you survive?"
I asked, "One kid from all those men?" "God works in mysterious ways, You'll never guess how He saved me,
A mermaid took me in her arms, And towed me from that sea." "
Her eyes were iridescent, Of many different hues,
Compelling and magnetic,
As if seeing right through you." "Her skin was soft and smooth,
As if dipped and bathed in lotion, A perfect figure, too ...
A floating sculpture in the ocean." "Her arms were strong, yet gentle,
As she pulled me through the waves, Her fish-like body steering me,
Far from my sea-filled grave." That fading ship on the horizon,
I now strained in vain to see, But the old man looked for his mermaid,
As he scrutinized the sea. I hoped the old man saw her,
I hoped the ship did not go down, But, if it did, I hope his mermaid,
Kept another man from being drowned.
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The Sea Nymph
I walked upon the rock strewn shore
and watched a soaring gull
as a great red globe of daybreak sun
shone scarlet on a hulll
On rounded rocks as high as a man
the waves came roaring in.
A spray cloud rose each time of crash
and drifted on the wind
As each great wave rose over the rocks
upon the sandy shore,
a hundred tiny fiddler crabs
ran sideways up before.
Then water ran down in myriad streams
as the waves rolled back beyond
and the fiddler crabs came running back
through each small frothing pond.
It was there that morning I saw the nymph
there standing on the rock,
her naked skin there striving
for nature's secrets to unfrock.
A crimson mist around her glowed
while red rivulets ran down her breast
then with arms outstretched up to the sky
she embraced each wave upon her chest.
The long raven hair streamed in the wind
like banners from a staff
while high above a gull was heard
to cry and sing and laugh.
With piercing eyes she saw me there
and her lips became a smile.
She beckoned with her open arms
while waves crashed all the while.
As the sun rose up into the sky
and lost its crimson hue,
the vision faded and mist turned white
with shades of ocean blue.
Then out beyond the rocky shore
where the water rose smooth with swell
I saw a dolphin rise in arc
and heard its shrill farewell.
 
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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May the warm winds of Heaven
Blow softly upon your home,
May the Great Spirit
Bless all who enter there
May your moccasins
Make happy tracks
In many snows
May the rainbow
Always touch your shoulder.
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The Mermaid's Call
The air is cool and things are darkening,
And peaceful flows the river alongside mountain,
On top I can see, sparkling,
The source of the river like a fountain.
The fairest maid is whining,
In greater glory of her beauty there,
Her golden jewels are shining,
She combs her golden hair.
With a golden comb her hair is tended,
And she sings a song so sad,
It casts a spell on the river where it wended,
And yet it is turning your heart so glad.
The boatman listens, and look at him
Wild-aching is what she gives;
He sees nothing but the maiden that will make him swim,
He sees not reef or cliff.
At last the waves overcame
The boat and the boatman's cry;
And this is what became
Of he who listened to the mermaid and wondered why.
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Sam
When Sam goes back in memory,
It is to where the sea
Breaks on the shingle, emerald-green,
In white foam, endlessly;
He says--with small brown eyes on mine-
"I used to keep awake,
And lean from my window in the moon,
Watching those billows break.
And half a million tiny hands,
And eyes, like sparks of frost,
Would dance and come tumbling into the moon,
On every breaker tossed.
And all across from star to star,
I've seen the watery sea,
With not a single ship in sight,
Just ocean there, and me;
And heard my father snore. And once,
As sure as I'm alive,
Out of those wallowing, moon-flecked waves
I saw a mermaid dive;
Head and shoulders above the wave,
Plain as I now see you,
Combing her hair, now back, now front,
Her two eyes peeping through;
Calling me, (Sam!--quietlike--(Sam! . .
But me . . . I never went,
Making believe I kind of thought
'Twas some one else she meant ...
Wonderful lovely there she sat,
Singing the night away,
All in the solitudinous sea
Of that there lonely bay.
"P'raps," and he'd smooth his hairless mouth,
"P'raps, if 'twere now, my son,
Morning would find me gone."
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The Mermaid
One Friday morn when we set sail
And our ship not far from land,
We there did espy a fair, pretty maid
With a comb and a glass in her hand,
her hand, her hand,
With a comb and a glass in her hand.
And the raging seas did roar, did roar,
And the stormy winds did blow, did blow,
And we jolly sailor boys were up, up aloft,
And the landlubbers all down below,
below, below,
And the landsmen were all down below.
Then up spake the captain of our gallant ship,
And a gallant man was he,
"I have married a wife in fair Portsmouth town
And this night she a widow will be,
will be, will be,
And this night she a widow will be."
And the raging seas did roar, did roar,
And the stormy winds did blow, did blow,
And we jolly sailor boys were up, up aloft,
And the landlubbers all down below,
below, below,
And the landsmen were all down below.
Then next there spake the little cabin boy.
And a fair-haired lad was he,
"I've a father and a mother in fair Portsmouth town
And this night they will weep for me,
for me, for me,
And this night they will weep for me."
And the raging seas did roar, did roar,
And the stormy winds did blow, did blow)
And we jolly sailor boys were up, up aloft,
And the landlubbers all down below,
below, below,
And the landsmen were all down below.
Then three times round went our gallant ship,
And three times round went she,
And for want of a life belt they both went down
As she sunk to the bottom of the sea,
the sea, the sea,
As she sunk to the bottom of the sea.
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