Oh let me flow into the ocean, yeah let me get back to the sea

Let me be stormy and let me calm

Let the tide in

And set me free

What? Too soon?

:evilgrin:

I mean, it wouldn't make sense to say "Laugh while you can't, monkey boy," now would it?

:evilgrin:

You have a strange notion of "sense."

:rofl:

Only one turtle thread per day. Sorry.

the hottest blood of all, and the wildest, the most urgent.

All the turtles in the wider deeps, hot are they, as they urge
on and on, and dive beneath the icebergs.
The snapping turtles, the cooter turtles, the leatherback turtles, the tater-heads
there they blow, there they blow, hot wild white breath out of
the sea!

I just watched ST IV again. :hi:

They say the sea is cold, but the sea contains
the hottest blood of all, and the wildest, the most urgent.

All the whales in the wider deeps, hot are they, as they urge
on and on, and dive beneath the icebergs.
The right whales, the sperm-whales, the hammer-heads, the killers
there they blow, there they blow, hot wild white breath out of
the sea!

And they rock, and they rock, through the sensual ageless ages
on the depths of the seven seas,
and through the salt they reel with drunk delight
and in the tropics tremble they with love
and roll with massive, strong desire, like gods.
Then the great bull lies up against his bride
in the blue deep bed of the sea,
as mountain pressing on mountain, in the zest of life:
and out of the inward roaring of the inner red ocean of whale-blood
the long tip reaches strong, intense, like the maelstrom-tip, and
comes to rest
in the clasp and the soft, wild clutch of a she-whale's
fathomless body.

And over the bridge of the whale's strong phallus, linking the
wonder of whales
the burning archangels under the sea keep passing, back and
forth,
keep passing, archangels of bliss
from him to her, from her to him, great Cherubim
that wait on whales in mid-ocean, suspended in the waves of the
sea
great heaven of whales in the waters, old hierarchies.

And enormous mother whales lie dreaming suckling their whale-
tender young
and dreaming with strange whale eyes wide open in the waters of
the beginning and the end.

And bull-whales gather their women and whale-calves in a ring
when danger threatens, on the surface of the ceaseless flood
and range themselves like great fierce Seraphim facing the threat
encircling their huddled monsters of love.
And all this happens in the sea, in the salt
where God is also love, but without words:
and Aphrodite is the wife of whales
most happy, happy she!

and Venus among the fishes skips and is a she-dolphin
she is the gay, delighted porpoise sporting with love and the sea
she is the female tunny-fish, round and happy among the males
and dense with happy blood, dark rainbow bliss in the sea.


But to be honest, I might never have read the poem but for Star Trek IV. :D

But I just watched Star Trek IV again and this thing sprung to mind. And I wouldn't have known of it otherwise. )

Adelita sleeps…

by Barbara Garrison



do you ever find yourself
thinking of her
in the middle of the day?

sister of mercy
adrift in the world
her carapace around her
like a habit
following the liturgy of longitude
like the Stations of the Cross
the draw string of dream
gathering with each dive

a sea shadow
cradled in the arms
of the great Turtle Mother

the Virgin of Cobre guiding
through the dangerous sea
the black sand memory
of her natal beach
ringing her course
in peals of instinct

cartographer
explorer
world traveler
Adelita sleeps

a Shinto priestess
leads the way
a goddess path
from Mexico
to the arribada
on a distant
Kyushu shore

More here: http://www.chelonian.org/turtle-poetry/

in cold water.

Besides, the water wasn't too cold that day

I keed! I keed!

And you just wanna make snarky remarks.

NO SOUP FOR YOU!

There are men high up there fishing,
Haven't seen quite enough of the world,
I ain't seen a sign of my hero,
And I'm still diving down for pearls.


Let me flow into the ocean,
Let me get back to the sea.
Let me be stormy and let me be calm,
Let the tide in, and set me free.


I'm flowing under bridges,
Then flying through the sky,
I'm travelling down cold metal
Just a tear in baby's eye.


Let me flow into the ocean
Let me get back to the sea
Let me be stormy and let me be calm
Let the tide in, rush over me.


I am not the actor
This can't be the scene
But I am in the water,
As far as I can see...


I'm remembering distant memories
Recalling other names.
Rippling over canyons,
And boiling in the train.