Demon, bitter are thy days.
Pore o'er, anima.
Raking leaves for bonfires? Blaze.
Ice within me, thaw.
Weathervane, point to the stars?
Sky is full of these.
Half the year, like lids on jars.
Hide, O mysteries.
Blossom, honeysuckle.
Grow wild as ivy vines.
Knees of challenger, buckle.
Ocean, boil thy brines.
Tempest, grow tall. Hurl, O cloud.
Gun, thy machine nest.
Famous faces, lost in crowds?
Blessed bid bile best.
Ray of sun, burn evil out?
Sure, if sure you can.
Shade, what is thy life about?
Love, span what's began.
Frenzied fate, sing. Loud, my Muse.
Hound dog, quiet bay?
Proserpina, disabuse?
Well, sir, I just may.
Gauntleted fist, hard thy strike?
Don't fall off thy bike.
Spend time with a girl you like.
Barracuda? Pike.
Spike atop the city walls?
He who mills then mauls.
Chaos, how thy dancing calls!
Entropy, thy awls.
Perception, thrum! Warp, thy woof.
Steady heartbeat, ply.
Gambrel are the peaked roof?
Dreamer, thought must fly...
“ lightness of heart plus an outrageous sense
of humor are needed, to read this!!
This is pure fiction for sunny souls, only!
It has-no basis in reality, whatsoever….
Let’s lighten up!!!” Pangie
We lovers took a trip to Bermuda.
Ted was dinner for a huge Barracuda!
I then married a handsome skier, Bobby,
Only winter sports, were his great hobby!
A creature of immense size, unlike any I'd witnessed prior,
Its teeth were razor-sharp, resembling a saw used for felling trees,
Covered in an abundance of daunting scales,
It resounded with a thunderous roar within the balmy waters of the Sea of Galilee.
What eluded me was capturing it and savoring its delectable flavor.
BY TURYAGUMANAWE MATHIAS
sea wall aquarium holds back barracuda -
consumes Pharoah’s men
7/22/2022
Within this worn body brittle and old
Thrives youth, hate, love, sorrow, and passions bold
Date of birth, Jobs, Paygrade, single, Married?
All they ask now is cremated. Buried?
As my sunset hours I can clearly see
I will darn well be who I want to be!
I no longer care who you think I am
Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn!
So, who am I now? I defy all labels
I might be the sly fox in Aesop’s Fables
Or a poet—Keats, Byron, Neruda?
Maybe I’ll be a love-struck barracuda
I’m a classic novel that has no equal
Wait a while for the thrilling sequel
1/12/22
Motet leather surface skin
Covered Barracuda playing a violin
Gorgeous feather floating in the Wind
Phenomenal carcass harvesting
I am loosed as I am constantly persevering
Shedding my physical being floating flying up in my spirit
As my soul Rises to heaven
12/18/19
Written word by James Edward Lee Sr
Melted plastic only 16 years
It was on concrete round under the sun
While I was shedding tears
What's the use Environmental substance abuse
Midnight see Amenia Marine
Midnight saxophone solo
Sea anemone amethyst
What's the use, Environmental substance abuse
Patina mist breezy
Royal jacaranda ultraviolet sneezes
Achoo bless you
Sinful articles man caretaker of Earth
Midnight seems so solar bright
Midnight saxophone solo
Drum roll Marco Polo
Down rainbows ends
BlackBerry puddle Timberwolves
Spirit Rock jacaranda
Temporal barracuda
7 * 70 16 years
Plastic bags and bottles
Never decomposed lasting for eternity
Pre-kindergarteners elderly grandmothers the populist and politicians say
What's the use environmental substance abuse
12/18/19
Written word by James Edward Lee Sr
Dawn, and my bed comes ashore,
dripping fog-laden fronds.
I feed my mind
manna of minced shark
and Barracuda.
I dislike tuna,
so I make a tuna sandwich;
wet foaming waves,
aqueous globs of salty oils,
some mayo. I must be waterlogged
by sea-dreams.
The day swims around aimlessly,
time sloshes.
A rubber flipper
once lost off the Normandy coast,
briefly surfaces;
one sand-encrusted flip-flop floats by.
I may have to snorkel
if I am ever going to see
the sun go down.
Dawn, and my bed comes ashore,
dripping fog-laden fronds.
I feed my mind
manna of minced shark
and Barracuda.
I dislike tuna,
so I make a tuna sandwich;
wet foaming waves,
aqueous globs of salty oils,
some mayo. I must be waterlogged
by sea-dreams.
The day swims around aimlessly,
time sloshes.
A rubber flipper
once lost off the Normandy coast,
briefly surfaces;
one sand-encrusted flip-flop floats by.
I may have to snorkel
if I am ever going to see
the sun go down.
OCEAN LIMERICKS
There was a man from Bermuda,
Went fishing for Barracuda.
He hooked one one day;
But it got away.
He said, “Damn” and more words ruder
A famous sea diver called Fred,
Met dozens of squid in the Med.
Shook hands with each one,
But when he was done,
His air had run out so he’s dead
5th August, 2019
Sea themed limericks competition
Sponsor - Tania Kitchen
I wake up in consternation, it is a day off.
No schedule, no paperwork, no boss.
I smile as this statement amuses me.
I have a boss, but she is totally not bossy.
She is delicate with me, possibly because I am the old one here.
Unless you count the nurse and the secretary. We three are the token crones.
“Caren, would you…”
“Yes, I would love to!”
This is how our banter goes, and not daily, maybe
Once every month or so. I adore having her for a boss, adore it!
I am sure this is because she is a delight, and so am I.
I do not think it is because my personnel file downtown is a foot thick.
I do think on the cover in huge black magic marker it says
“Do not be fooled by her unassuming old lady look. She is a barracuda.”
I know my rights, and I am not afraid to use them.
I have the union president on speed dial.
I may be one of the few to send her a yearly Christmas pony.
Being a Caren advocate was unnatural,
But being a child-advocate has taught me how to advocate for everyone
Including me. I reach for my pen, recognizing my mantra, and a new poem.
While casual, coral reef cruising, marlin flygirl fishing,
my dinghy eyes got capsized
into the shimmy-ing belly of a barracuda
Crustacean curiosity got sent on an abdominal mission
My dinghy eyes got capsized ...
chum dummy fell overboard into the deep end
Lost in an ocean of pulse infatuation,
sponge orbitals didn’t realize
Into the shimmy-ing belly of a barracuda,
blubbering thoughts have taken infirm control of me
Spawn desires swimming upstream,
chasing a she-devil in a triangle Bermuda
Crustacean curiosity got sent on an abdominal mission,
found out the aorta pearl was inside a zircon clam
Mystery lust algae dragged my ego undertow ...
While casual, coral reef cruising, marlin flygirl fishing
9/9/17
A continual downfall
Daily was at a crawl
From so much alcohol
This problem I'm going to solve
When you keep bringing in the haul
It's sad how many of ya'll
Want to brawl
Just another brick in the wall
I'm out to ball
Unread messages and missed calls
No time to stall
When it's money, I want it all
Got to stack it tall
Not getting involved in anything small
Not pseudo
Numero uno
Out for mucho
Heart colder than pluto
It's like hallelujah
When I get that moola
Here to always outdo ya
Even If I got to use a bazooka
Or put you in waters with shark and barracuda
From here to beyond the Bermuda
7/13/17
Cowabunga
I'm coming in with a hunga munga
Near and far from any rotunda
Going in and out the umbra
While close and beyond yucca
Across desert, grassland, forest and tundra
Yargh!
Now I'm wielding a katar
And scimitar
On par
Ready to spar
Time I raise the bar
Hallelujah
Next I'll use the zhua
Above and below plants and fruit trees such as satsuma
Regarding any terrain with or without puma and vicuna
As well as waters that do or don't have tuna, beluga and barracuda
If that doesn't work, then surely will the bazooka
There was a fussy bovine named Flossy
who was snooty and always so bossy
her udders would droop
when she took a poop
She bellowed until her eyes got glossy
Flossy had teeth like a barracuda
Her biting habit just made her ruder
She's not very sharp
She spit when she'd harp
So I called a few friends and we shewed her
Then she threatened to have me arrested
Thought she'd beaten me and had me bested
Knocked her on her duff
She wasn't so tough
Alas, she kept right on and protested
I saw her on the street the other day
Her monstrous butt sat on a bale of hay
Stuck her tongue at me
Mooed, "Hello, ducky"
She trotted off when I aimed pepper spray
What a chunky hippo she has become
I think Flossy secretly sucks her thumb
Waddles when walking
Ranting and squawking
To senility, Flossy has succumb
Bovine creatures can be quite abusive
When they should be a closet reclusive
The more that they speak
The more that they reek
My findings are all justly conclusive
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