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The Whale Shark: A Treasure
Behold the Whale Shark, the largest fish!
Though it's fleshy, it's not right for our dish
Having the name of a whale, it sounds great in size
Having the name of a shark, it looks fearful in the eyes
But though it's large, there's no threat to come near
And though it's scary, there's no need to fear
This giant is gentle like the biggest of dinosaurs
Like the Apatosauruses that were not carnivores
This harmless “Butanding” eats not by tearing
It's wide mouth feeds strangely by filtering
So it's really ridiculous to strike this gentle guy
Self defense can be a big, big lie…a funny alibi
The world is the home of this gentle giant
In all continents there it is like the elephant
Hey look it's also on our 100 peso bill
The only place where no one can kill
But here in the Philippines, the government will punish you
If you catch, kill & sell this treasure we value!
01/27/2015
(Dumarao)
*Defense of the Animals Collection
sometimes its better to let the yoke go ~ than lay his egg in the snow
thought the penguin to herself ~ after her loyal mate made a no show
yeah she’s cold but not frigid ~ as half dozen males stand up in a row
By
David Kavanagh
Someone will get to have me when she realizes she wish she did,
At this point I do NOT care if it is to late for her when she realizes it,
I did what I did,
Kid or NOT,
I am getting pretty sick,
We were NOT designed to live alone,
I do NOT mess with kids,
That can be taken in more ways than one,
But I do have a heart,
I just hope that whoever gets it,
Will NOT have it stepped on again...
I am NOT looking for enemies but friends,
They are the people on whom we depend upon,
In the end I do believe that I am NOT wrong,
This is my plea, hope, and song,
I guess at this point it would be just as beneficial to hit a bong,
The gong could go off but I would NOT go for it,
I NO longer am that into meditation,
A vacation would be better,
Toes in the sand, a girl in a bikini, and a nice glass of gin,
Would keep me grinning,
At that point I would whip out my ID and say that “yes,”
In fact, my name is Glenn,
Yet call me G3,
My friends who hinted that I was too easy,
Seemed to leave me anyways but what I would have to say would be this is NOT the fin...
Every two months in dear old Australia
A shark attacks a man without failure
Now this very disturbing statistic
Might seem overly simplistic.
But it’s time the nation acted
And had all sharks’ teeth extracted
I know that this might sound rough
But the poor bloke’s just had enough.
Every time he goes for a dip
A bloody shark decides to let rip
He’s got bites on his bum some on the hand
He’s been bitten at sea bitten on land.
Lucky not to be in a shark’s tummy
Bandaged that much he looks like a mummy
Australian men are pretty tough
But this poor bugger’s just had enough.
There was a lady named Lark
she was afraid of the dark
she switched on a light
and much to her fright
she licked the face of a shark!
You rock the boss well,
With raw fun blazing...
Yet can't stand such hell;
Result sets praising
Enjoyment for both:
On one side off oath,
That other side holds-
What calm fear unfolds
The toothless shark's mouth,
Ready to consume...
Energy from South,
Journey into womb.
But now switch away...
To set off delay
That could fill womb's space,
When there won't be grace
To redeem the lost
Discharge of each moon,
Not for bride price cost,
But for cool nice tune...
Teachers don't lecture,
But home does treasure...
That bids for luck's stake
If goings forsake.
Jellyfish
Once I had a wild wish
To be a jolly jellyfish,
A quietly quivering jellyfish
Shivering in the sea.
I did not crave to be a crab,
A sideways-scuttling, crusty scab
In sluggish sludge and dismal drab
At the bottom of the sea,
Nor wish to be a sucking sponge,
Sea-sway drudge of the fathoms' plunge,
Dredging supper from the soupy gunge
In the dungeons of the sea.
I might have wished for shark or whale,
To lord the oceanic trail,
My dorsal fin a regal sail,
Imperial in the sea;
Or dared to dash through the dolphin waves,
Gliding where the wild seas rave,
Dive to a shipwreck's sunken grave,
Sunken deep in the sea.
Instead, I wished for a jellyfish,
A parachuting jellyfish,
A gossamer drift in the seas' vast dish;
That's what I wished for me.
As I swam
In the shark infested waters;
easy loan shark start up business
pretending to be your friend
feeding on you like krill
tall fin terrifies
people screaming now
bedlam at the beach
teenagers running
people are screaming
terrifying
horrifying
chilling nightmare
great white sighted
enormous
unwelcome
visitor
gnawing
jawing
shark
On a quest to be thin
I have take phen phen
Boy did it race my heart
But I wasn’t a hungry shark
Nose pressed against the aquarium window.
A huge shark is trying to eat it.
The dumb kid does not jump back,
I think he's teasing the aggressive fish.
The sharks head keeps
crashing into the glass
harder and harder.
I should do something,
the glass is actually shaking!
I shuffle to one side,
then further back,
way back
toward the lit-up 'Exit' sign.
Thump
thump
thump.
If the tank breaks now
the kid gets it first.
Good to know.
your chances of being attacked by a shark are three million to one
so dive into those dark waters,
confidently, and without fear
swim with happy abandon
Unless you are near the Indian Ocean
the great whites there dine on forty people annually
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.
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