The rain-clouds are overhead mother

Inspired by an old Goan Folk song ...(mando-dulpod style) a young woman waits patiently for her sailor lover to return from the ship.... but the feller has found new love half-way around the World.

Rain clouds are overhead mother,

The Sea is raging,

Seated by the sea-shore alone mother,

I count the waves and my thoughts merging.

My lover has gone across the Ocean,

when will he return?

My lover has crossed the ocean,

No email; no phone!

*Alas! The mermaids have drowned my lover!

He might have been transformed already mother,

Into a scaly-slimy-merman, clad in sea-weed,

He may have already sired a shoal of swimming fish-kids mother,

The damned mermaids stole my lover's seed...

Still i am chaste mother, still untouched ...sigh,

If only we had danced the dance of creation...he and I,

Now merman in a coral palace trapped beneath the watery sky,

Who will fill my void mother, I was so ready...my o my!

*Alas! The mermaids have kissed my lover!

I'm Fire burning on the sea-shore mother,

You named me "Olive", aye aye,

Gave me birth in a rustic village  mother,

After dear father bid you goodbye...

And I curse those sirens now mother, them and their accursed rocks,

My Popeye's ship they sank my mother,

When he could have been safe and warm  in my dry-docks,

His clothes are still hanging on the line mother,

Erm...He forgot to take back his jocks,

His toes must be awfully cold now mother,

He came in to me last year and left me his old socks.

*Heyyyy! Wanna have a drink mum?! I got a BO-bottle of good ole Rum! i'M DRUNK...i'M HIgh  MOTHER.. HICK!-!

My Popeye loved his Spinach so much mother,

More'n he ever could love me,

My sailor got a tattoo on his evil *Blush* mother,

Gigantic when uphill, minuscule when downhill.

His arms are like ripe-pulpy mangoes mother,

But he loves my juicy Guavas,

And he spends endless hours sucking mother,

On his right thumb whilst sleeping for hours.

* Ahhh...he is a great sucker aw'right mother!

Rain is pouring in torrents mother,

I can't go home, can't come home,

The sea is calling me my mother,

Do not cry for me.. for I have gone...
But I will visit you in dreams mother,
 you wont be alone,

I will wire you Gold-coins by the after-life mail mother, Mama...I love you a ton!

*Alas! The mermaids have drowned my lover!

Sigh! The mermaids have loved my lover!

Alas! I have lost him my mother!

(listen to the tune and song here)

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Author's Note

A jilted love-struck damsel's final prayer.

Reviews

[quinfinn]

this is oddly reminiscent of a writer i used to read and love back in the 70's named Shel Silverstien...trust me, that is a huge compliment. i love this write, it is diverse and unique and has an ethereal quality which takes the reader to a surrealistic landscape/seascape. beautifully done! faves....

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

Dear Quinfinn....i am enthralled that you compare my style to one such as the great poet you have mentioned..Shel Silverstien...i shall Google for his work as you got me interested now.
I am very happy you have reviewed this work in your own inimitable supportive style..it means a lot and i will strive to keep up my works..though English is not my mother tongue...i love to write in ....using the limited vocabulary at my disposal..for now. thx so much:)

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

I hope you read once again here...the NEW VERSE AND REfrain in this poem...:)

[StarSandwich]

This is quite good, love the how the photo ties into the fist part, its unusual. I am very fond of mermaid so this instantly got me liking it. This unique. Sea is my favorite in this.

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

i wish u the calming peace the sea has to offer...but lol...dont get drowned in the bathtub...
shower is a better option...hey thx

[Gobinder Singh Dhindsa]

Nice writing.. Keep it up. Do u read mine 2 WHY and WHO IS A POET,

Regards,
Lucky

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

nice advertisement! :)

[Gobinder Singh Dhindsa]

Welcome

[TL Boehm]

I love a good ramble. Whether intentional or not this has the feel of unedited writing. Just letting the organic spill of poetry happen. I am not one to write form and meter but I am prone to playing with words sometimes at the detriment of what I meant to say. This thing just happens on the page. Its wonderful well done.

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

:)
why did i see u smile then giggle then LOL while reading this??
thx again very mucho

[Natalie Larson]

Beautiful!

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

Yes that is a nice thing to say Nats...thanku u my friend.

[Carolann Dowsett]

Very enjoyable, very well written. A cleaver write. Well Done.

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

Thanku friend...i tried to make u smile.

[Carolann Dowsett]

You did :)

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

wroth the efforet

[Carolann Dowsett]

Thanks :)

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

anytime...wil review u again soon

[Carolann Dowsett]

Cool :-)

[KAOlmsted]

This is great, kiddo! I loved every word...thanks so much for sharing it with us.

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

I am glad you are back your ole self:)
I knew you would fine this...
i knew you would find me

[KAOlmsted]

Absolutely!

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

I trust all is well...as it has to be...

[KAOlmsted]

Muddling through, can't complain ;-)

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

Don't complain...that will feed the not-so=pleasant vibes..
but..
throw colors on me...shower me with a mud bath ..its holi here...almost...the festival of colors...

[KAOlmsted]

Nice!

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

and i will shower you with an outta season blizzard...

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

stay in today...weathers going rough

[KAOlmsted]

Ha! Thanks ;-)

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

yes...alien-forecast

[James Hanna-Magill]

Dear Lazarus

You know what?

You never cease to astound me.

You take me into worlds I have never been nor seen. But worlds I would wish to visit.

You take words and manipulate them to your advantge and therefore the reader's imagination.

In one piece, you move between:

1) The soul searching religious of the 'Mother';

2) The tragic of lost love and deception; the deceievd;

3) The tragicomic of a bottle of rum;

4) The sexual erotic of 'he's a great sucker'

and, and, and

Too many other concepts, images and worlds!

The sometimes innocently lengthy and verbose yet caring reveiwer that James Hanna-Magill may be, couldn't even begin to write about this adequately.

It far outsrtips his imagination and capacity to cope. It captures me.

Were it possible that I consider this piece adequately, it would be considerably longer than Tolstoy's 'War and Peace' or the man whose sentences never ended and for whom punctuation never mattered, Proust and 'A la recherche du temps perdu.'

Proust starts by looking at his watch.

With you, my watch stops every time I review you or we otherwsie converse.

There frankly aren't enough hours in the day to get to the essence of this piece.

But, in a way, I would prefer to be lost in its mystery than ever get to the end of all its meanings.

Such is the sophistication of the well written and the literary that can ring more bells than there are enough churches or campanologists ever to ring them in.

I like ending sentences with prepositions, to just annoy the pure grammarian in the same way as the infinitive I have just split.

Write freely and with spirit. That is my credo. You do.

Not much more to say than beneath, above and around you I see a soul with insight, of self and others, and who really cares deeply about the other to the expense of self.

There are so few.

Your friend

James

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

Hello my friend James...you invest so much of your time to cheer us up with your welcome reviews of priceless jewels..I am finding it funny that you found this poem ....i wanted to hide it from all the lassies and the laddies around...as i have written a almost P.G rated poem for the first time...and was feeling embarrassed about it....but what to do...over 70 percent of the poems that come my way here are adult rated....but i am glad they are not adulterated...^_^ I am not so good in grammar and punctuation though i have got 3 Wren and Martins in the bookshelf....but like a Sanskrit teacher said to me..books on the shelf and not read are like bank-accounts without money in them....hm? but then its simple language like this may be that makes it easy on the eyes...and brings a coy smile on the faces of the W.C babes....warm regards, and gratefulness ...Alienbaba

[James Hanna-Magill]

Dear Alienbaba

Thank you for your kind words.

If I do what I do on here, it is because I too care. I care deeply about people and how they think and how they choose to express themeslves.

Please do not feel circumscribed by the mature or what you may feel outre or shocking.

Please just tell us all, me, what you really feel and express it as eloqently as you do.

I suppose the only restriction I ever would wish to see on writing, is on those whose aim is to maim and harm harm or to encourage others so to do.

Take care

James

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

I shall follow your advice and continue my work then. It seems the logical thing to do. I am coming to ur page now top read you.

[Becky C Strukamp]

You amaze me each time i read your writes, the song so beautiful, the words so heart felt and easy on the ears. This is another masterpiece from one of my favorite artists. Excellent my dear, excellent!!

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

Thank you sooo much Becky you always light up my eyes!

[Becky C Strukamp]

Awe You are every so welcome!

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

hi

[Becky C Strukamp]

hey :)

[Salar Majak]

ok! i LOVE THE SONG!!!!
you are so very talented,
and the poem! oh my god!! i actually first read it with a Greek music!,
beautiful!! utterly beautiful

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

ah....there u r after a loooong time. howdy Aurora and hows Greece? thx

[Salar Majak]

XD i'm in Turkey
you are welcome!
and howdy

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

Turkey it is:) howdy

[InsanityWriter]

Nice! I really liked how you wrote this one. ;)

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

i like to revel in the moments when you write on my page...it makes me feel special...thanks so much IW

[InsanityWriter]

No problem. It's always a pleasure to read your work! ^_^

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

yes thats true