Black Pearl's Everlasting Love for the Outrageous Posedion
(This is a narrative story , rather than a poem. I am sorry, if it is too long. No one has to read it , if it isn't interesting enough. This is written against domestic violence.. Honest comments are always welcome:))
Ever heard of Black Pearl of the Indian Sea?
A ship, wheeled by
My goddess, the savior,
Elizabeth -The Swan white as ever filled with words of love
That can cleanse hearts filled with filth
A Deity worshiped, in the city of gems
Is she the pirate of the Caribbean ocean?
Is she the Curvaceous pigeon of the Bollywood Ocean?
Is the Flirtatious chicken of the Hollywood Ocean?
No, she is the magnificent woman of the Indian Ocean
My mother the Aphrodite,
Turned to a captivating goddess of love and passion
The Immortal Perpetual, Everlasting, light of my life
She drove the Black Pearl to the world’s end,
to the hell, then to heaven.
Her Mast never split
The Spine still intact.
Her sword never cracked
The Fertilizer of love never lets it melt...
The feel of winds, sultry water,
thunder bolts, murderous wind
ecstasy for the flag,
pirate’s flag it is,
yet ruptured in wind it smiles....
The Aphrodite-my mother, the goddess of love and passion
Saw an angel and fell in love.
Is he a god?
A fallen angel?
The Lucifer?
The Satan?
The Devil himself?
Is he the Kraken with filthy, read, erected tentacles?
Or is it with Ares she fell in love?
The god of blood lust, slaughter and murder?
No..........
he is my father the Poseidon
Ever heard of the Poseidon of the demonic sea?
The Poseidon - A ship with a shaky mast
Cracked and turned topsy-turvy
With a gentle tap in the back
by an infant’s wave--
A ship without a Mast, a spine of a walking shadow
Never static, but dynamic
and outrageous as ever
The ship NAMED AFTER ---Poseidon- the god
The one who blessed Caribbeans, Philippines, Hawaiians and Faroes
With bewitching beauty, the creator of the pearl of the Indian Ocean
The one who turned Black river* in to white milk
The one who calmed and soothed the rough seas
And sang them lullabies.
My Father-- The Poseidon, the Godrick Gryfindor the mighty Lion
Yet, when PROVOKED, angered
Attacked and cursed Haitians, Solomons, Moldavians
With sickening death and burning rotting corpses, shaking them
Blackmailing them and surrounding them with white mighty canons
Asking for bribes, jewels and babes, annihilating them
With the might of his devilish power, the brute
The Poseidon the earth- shaker, the dictator, the annihilator
Is he the Poseidon?
Or is he a thane
With Godric Gryffindor’s
mane and ferocious claws
Uniformed With Salzaar Slytherin’s
tongue and sickening skin?
Is he really My dad the devil?
The Poseidon, the God of sea,
The god of destruction, the creator of enchanting tsunami
The one who unleashed the Kraken
That raped the black pearl of the Indian Ocean
Polished and tarnished and turned it into
The Demonic Stone of the Demonic Ocean?
Is he the Devil? The Satan? The Lucifer?
No he is
My father The Poseidon, the god of sea
A weak serpent born from the blue sea,
A loser of the cunning game
An idol of the kicking game, a player of the violent game
A man venerated, worshiped
By the Vampires and Werewolves
In the City of gems*
Is it the Lucifer’s curry or The Gabriel’s Green?
Is it the Lucifer’s daughters or Gabriel’s sons?
Is it The Lucifer’s Kicking game or the Gabriel’s passion game?
Is it Lucifer’s navy of death? Or Gabriel’s Army of angels?
That turned the Masculine tide of his abdomen
Into a fat belly filled Swans, dolphins, Griffons, chickens and pigeons?
Is he my creator?
Or is he the devil himself?
That, turned my mother's romantic bed of roses
In to a sadistic bed of blood filled with dead leeches..........
Notes..
*Black Pearl=A ship that went to the world's end and came back, likewise my mother went through hell to raise us and cant really say that I have been a good son to her sigh.. (In the movie pirates of the caribean)
*Poseidon= A ship that turned topsy turvy and drowned after crashing in to a sea wave...name after the Poseidon who is considered to be the god of sea
Pic from -http://www.flickr.com/photos/dwapb/4861319766/
Copyright 2009 Shashendra Amalshan
Shan ...What a Brilliant Mind you have ...I bow at your feet oh master of Prose. Such an intersting story ...It cannot be anything but TRUE. Kind Regards Philip
Oh God Shash this is an amazing piece of writing, and no need to apologize for the length of it, as your imagination flies beyond anything I could possibly visualize. There is so much to take in, as your multiple images had me entranced from beginning to the last pointed question. This could unsettle any son as yourself and you hit the nail of the head when you said 'a weak serpent born from the blue sea'. I don't know why, but this image did it for me. This poem is Soooooo creative and bittersweet in that the sweetness is your courage and competency in the composition of this poem, and the bitterness is what you have seen and seeped into your psyche. Enough said, you are a genius!
Wow! This is long, indeed. And yet it holds, Shan from the first question to the last pitiful picture of red roses transformed into blood. A narrative or a poem? I think both. Your poetic instinct is there in spades, and you craft your images in the most lyrical way that demands to be read. You are able to convey the very darkest dregs of your imagination as well as the most pure and wholesome. Among a raft of brilliant images two stood out: 'The one who turned Black river* in to white milk' and 'My father The Poseidon, the god of sea A weak serpent born from the blue sea A loser of the cunning game An idol of the kicking game, a player of the violent game.. Compelling writing indeed. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
A very very delightful write Shan!! What a lucky woman your mom must be to have a talented son like you! But the demonic atmosphere that you have described here is very pathetic indeed....God Forbid I hope It wasn't true at all...But the poem is a superb creation of a verse...and the imagery as usual is so strong.Well done !!
you are an ocean of emotions Shan...very beautifully written piece... honest compelling