I was born to breathe free, outdoors
count my rings and you will know how old I am
I come from a family of sycamores
I own a massive trunk when eagles soar
they perch upon my branch they do yes mam
although my roots run deep inside the floor
I am durable with growth you can't ignore
my peels are white, tan and green dear Sam
adaptable in most soils I outlive the albacore
I prefer direct sun and in Egyptian folklore
I am also known as the Holy Tree of man
connecting both worlds now forevermore
Often found by river beds by open shore
my bulk is sensitive without sham
I was born to breathe free, outdoors
I come from a family of sycamores
Sept 2, 2022
Categories:
albacore, introspection,
Form: Villanelle
7/15/17
Object in space and on the ocean floor
Above the Earth's core
As of now and since way before
Across any shore
Near and far from ores
Either scarce or a galore
Regardless of if you can buy it in a store
Some of which out in the open or hidden behind a door
Put away inside a locked safe or drawer
You'd be a fool to give up and ignore
When there still is so much to explore
Stop obsessing and judging others on if there rich or poor
Actually happened and still happening, not all just lore
Losing, winning or trying to even the score
So many times there has been war
And gore
Broken promises regarding what they had swore
Some plants with thorns
Farms that do or don't grow corn
Among spores, albacore, boar and so much more
Labeled as herbivores, carnivores and omnivores
It's all been neither good nor bad, since the dawn of everything and when I was born
For now, I'm trying to soar
And perform
During night and morn
Taking risks, and reaping rewards
Whether the temperature, cold, average or warm
And in the midst of any storm
With or without a sword
Categories:
albacore, dark, how i feel,
Form: Rhyme
5/3/17
Another painting
I'm making and creating
Results and outcomes occasionally dismaying
Sometimes it goes without saying
Times of hardships
Through the tropics and arctics
As well as anywhere else, whether trailers, houses or apartments
No need for me to say it twice
Day and night
While we try to make it right
Or pay the price
Why should I say it again?
I'm not going to pretend
I know what happens in the end
It shall no longer be said
Or else it will quickly spread
And trend
Say no more
I know what it's like to be poor
Nothing but eggs, ramen or cans of albacore
Until I put in work and did a whole lot more
Continuing to score
By: Dalton Ogletree
Categories:
albacore, poetry, rap, word play,
Form: Rhyme
9/15/16
Across the lands and shores
Plants and spores
So much life in different shapes and forms
Many storms cold or warm
Always been an omnivore
So I eat vegetables like corn
And meats like albacore and boar
I don't care about the odds on the board
It's about so much more
And not just the reward
I'll continue to row without an oar
Near and far from the seafloor
As well as any trees such as sycamore
One up the highest score
And maintain a good rapport
I've always had an interest in lore
Minerals and ores
I'm not rich or technically poor
Worse than any apple, some people rotten to the core
Such foolish things people support
And over such petty stuff people go to war
Still there are areas on this Earth that have yet to be explored
And possible fossils of new dinosaurs
Looking up at the full moon shining beyond so many other orbs
By: Dalton Ogletree
Categories:
albacore, poetry, rap, word play,
Form: Rhyme
It’s said there are many fish in the sea
So which type of fish would you choose to be
The sharks and jellyfish I would avoid
Swimming with dolphins I’ve always enjoyed
Tropical river queens are angelfish
To mate with one of them, male species wish
All fish seem to evade barracuda
Even powerful, albacore tuna
But of all fish swimming in lakes and seas
There’s just one with humor that seeks to please
Clownfish perform an amusing sea dance
With host fish before they take residence
If given my choice, a clownfish I’d be
There’s no greater gift than laughter to me
*Written June 30, 2014
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/f/f6/Clown_fish_in_the_Anda
man_Coral_Reef.jpg
Categories:
albacore, fish,
Form: Sonnet
Fresh evergreens stand beside
A crisply clear slow moving brook
Reflections of minnows glitter
In the midday sun’s warm look
Bare branches began to don
The tiny green leaves of spring
Nature’s ring of promise encircles
The earth with an array of floral bling
Exquisite beauty peeks through
The smallest opening of vision
Rainbow colors expose themselves
As sky born hues made with precision
A willow tree has greened and
Tips to weep into the brook
Providing a sultry place for the
Mallards to create a safe nook
All eyes have rested upon a scene
A four by four swatch of land
Possessing a great beauty from the
Multi colored seas to its albacore sands
People are gardens of luscious fruits
Solely crafted by the master’s hand of grace
Like precious oil sticks of incense whose aromas
Rise, as Heavens Holy fire ignites our inner space
Burn Bright
With His light
Carole Cookie Arnold
2011
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Categories:
albacore, naturebeauty, beauty,
Form: Rhyme
Visual Melodies
Fresh evergreens stand beside
A crisply clear slow moving brook
Reflections of minnows glitter
In the midday sun’s warm look
Bare branches began to don
The tiny green leaves of spring
Nature’s ring of promise encircles
The earth with an array of floral bling
Exquisite beauty peeks through
The smallest opening of vision
Rainbow colors expose themselves
Inside sky born hues made with precision
A willow tree has greened and
Tips to weep into the brook
Providing a sultry place for the
Mallards to create a safe nook
All eyes have rested upon a scene
A four by four swatch of land
Possessing a great beauty from the
Multi colored seas to its albacore sands
People are gardens of luscious fruits
Solely crafted by the master’s hand of grace
Like precious oil sticks of incense whose aromas
Rise, as Heavens Holy fire ignites our spiritual space
Burn Bright
With His light
Carole Cookie Arnold
2011
Categories:
albacore, imagination, inspirational, mother, musicbeauty,
Form: Rhyme
There was an eel on the ocean floor,
Sammy his name, he knew the score.
His friends said, he was smart,
Then upon a dinner cart,
He said, Hey, I am not an albacore.
Categories:
albacore, animals, confusion, funny, imagination,
Form: Limerick
Tremolo vibrations mark this soar
like weight lines in my invisible cloak
urging more ardor as nerves implore
testimony heralding our sick joke
while packed within schools of baffled flesh,
nose to tailfin in mimicking motion
too fresh to witness the feeding thresh
since Bigger taints the ocean with devotion
with teeth that shred the lagging morsel
still ardent to thrive in bloody terror
as beaky stabs cut each brave dorsal
since error breaks through the standard-bearer
once coddled with such lofty ideals
and chased by relentless conformity,
he feels those arid surface appeals
until riddled by gull deformity.
Categories:
albacore, allegory, nature
Form: Rhyme