Jaws of a shark, a ferocious bite,
Always protecting with all their might.
My teddy bear holds me through the night,
In my garden, orchids and daffodils fill with light.
The Appex of Effervescence
A
Gleam
below,
a blade
of silent motion,
a ghost of shifting shadow,
a primal ancient, living spark,
we are the razor-sharp delight of the deep,
the silent power that moves the crystal flow,
a flash of cold, silver-plated effervescence,
a tremor in the soul of the fathoms' cold heart,
the apex of the abyss, a brilliant, living dart,
a rising, wordless song of all the ocean's grace.
Cookiecutter Shark
Deep in the ocean, where shadows reside,
A small, sleek hunter, with nowhere to hide.
The cookiecutter shark, a name so absurd,
For a creature whose bite is truly assured.
No great white's terror, no hammerhead's might,
But a circular cut, in the dark of the night.
With a mouth like a scoop, and teeth sharp and keen,
It carves out its meals, a remarkable scene.
From whales to tuna, no creature is safe,
From the alien mark, a peculiar chafe.
A perfect round wound, left on muscle and skin,
A testament to where the small hunter has been.
It lurks in the deep, a cryptic design,
A parasite predator, truly divine.
So next time you swim in the ocean so wide,
Remember the cookiecutter, and where it might hide.
Shark Week Serenade
It’s Shark Week—let the ocean roar,
A celebration through the tide,
I plunge where blue horizons soar
And let my fascination glide.
Sharks in spotlights, strong and sleek,
Legends in the swirling brine,
They prowl the depths we dare not seek,
With power ancient, fierce, divine.
I marvel at the hammerhead,
The tiger shark in graceful sweep,
The gentle giant’s silent thread—
In every fin, my passions leap.
This week, the world will tune to see
Their mystery, their daring lore,
But I have loved them silently
Long before the cameras bore.
Reefs and kelp beds come alive,
Rainbow fish and jellies, too,
Yet sharks, relentless, fierce, survive—
Ocean’s guardians, proud and true.
With every episode and tale,
I feel my heart swept out to sea;
O sharks, beyond the spray and gale,
Your wild spirit lives in me.
The great white is hiding low in the bowels of the ocean
Gloating at his ability to smell blood for a mile
Not wanting to brag, but loving his keen nose
Giving him a preview of what he might be eating
Megolodon was a very toothy fellow
who was probably not too mellow
he would search for all kinds of prey
and treat his find like a buffet
he probably didn’t have many enemies
and I’m so glad he is not in our modern premises
The Pool Shark
Double or nothing
I go for the gold.
I meet with the devil
and sell him my soul.
Content with the knowledge
I will win it all.
I let him guide me
to the pool hall table.
Dressed in my white suit
with Panama hat.
I stand with my cue
and watch my sucker rack.
As I line up my shot
I hear bets exchanged.
Their values are spoken
with a varying range.
With a gleam in my eye
I strike the cue ball
And watch as my shot
caused the three ball to fall.
I pump my fist in glee
for I called the side pocket
In the ball shot like a
red fiery rocket.
My skills went down hill
and I lost all my cash.
The rest of my game
had gone into the trash.
As I slunk out the door
Old Scratch was waiting for me.
Your soul is mine now
he said with great glee.
As we walked off to hades
that burn with fierce fire.
I sadly learned to deal with the devil
I should never have believed that crafty old liar.
there was a young man from Altoona
who went to the ocean to catch tuna
the boat lurched to starboard
he was flung overboard
and he met a shark that was out to catch humans
In my pool, what did I see
A shark fin circling me
Could this be an illusion
Or an actual intrusion
My circumstance became clearer
As the shark kept drawing nearer
I felt a sharp pain in my seat
Soon my tail looked like shredded meat
A shark's a shark, I can't blame him
Why did I have to learn to swim
I survived to talk about it
But now I have nowhere to sit
"Shark Tank Thinking"
MEAT
an anagram for
TEAM
let's all
be players
in the big game
hunt
If I had a pet shark
I would name him Pete
He and I would swim together in a coral reef
I would point out game, and he would laugh
I would teach Pete how to speak American
I would teach him how to read
so that he could read my little hit list
I would point out who he should eat
I would skip cursive though
No one uses that any more
the seahorses grazed in a field undersea
the jellyfish wobbled at the party
the starfish in their constellations went
the clams secretive tight lipped and silent
the hammerhead sharks did the DIY
the clown fish entertained as they swam by
the plankton ruled undersea in their gangs
the octopuses spent too long shaking hands
the crabs on the side their day they spent
the lobsters approached in a pincer movement
the sea urchins loitered dishevelled and poor
while the oysters enjoyed everything and all
If I was a loan shark
I would fail
some can ask exorbitant prices
I cannot ask for money at all
Some loan sharks demand thirty-percent interest
I would not even be able to ask for my initial investment.
always been shy about asking for repayment.
I would have to gift everyone their money
and I would go broke
it is my way
Merman shark man is solid, handsome, and strong
he frightens some onlookers, but never me
appearing in the ocean, which is never wrong
I love seeing merman shark man lingering in the sea
surrounded by dolphins who give him a song
his face is chiseled, and his stoic expression delights me.
beware of the lair of the shark queen
she watches you
keen
to have revenge on your kind
once she's made up her mind there's no turning back
so watch your back
beware of the lair of the shark queen
her teeth are as sharp as her mind
beware of the lair of the shark queen
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