The Bermuda Triangle, does it still exist?
For a long time there has been no mention
No airplanes vanish, nor ships and boats missed
What’s happened to famed fifth dimension?
I read about time tunnels, unquiet zones
Toxic vapours of methane hydrate
Triangle get lost, so no happy returns
The last of great mysteries fades
Its magnetic field has been demagnetized
Or maybe the global warmth stroke
Bad seaweed has died, and the air clarified
So the danger zone evoked a joke
No one gives a damn was it fiction or truth
That old hype has veered off the track
But I'd much prefer to see this in the news:
“The Bermuda Triangle strikes back!”
There's a water shortage in countries,
especially where there's strife,
and air conditioning is needed,
to lead a pleasant life.
We also have bone-dry Bermuda
where, except for 5" monthly rainfall,
collected in cisterns or brought by tanker ship,
there's no water to be had at all.
Attempting to inform the people in power,
an endeavour which failed of course,
what every island AC emits,
and it's their free drinking source.
As AC units create water naturally,
on average 5 to 20 gallons
of condensate per day,
producing H2O from humidity,
it's a crime to let it waste away.
It may be but a drop in the bucket,
and yet, place a clean container,
when the unit is switched on,
to collect the drips
of distilled water, safe to imbibe,
below the condensation drain,
and you may have a million sips
again and again and again.
running in circles,
after you took my compass.
now where do i go?
“ 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!
You may never know
Why that recruiter never had a job
Not for him, not for me.
He was a wide-eyed blue
And end of a story plot
As we need bodies in open ended doors
Barefooted writers and bold writers too.
Where you may never know the next platoon
Bermuda triangle or a mere emotional trap, in a day light saving zone !
Fog rolls in ominous and steers the boat
marine mammals are swarming -
Triangle’s welcoming…
8/2/2022
When she crossed her legs,
an electric silk slipped over the jewel-studded sides
of a blushing chameleon.
Sand clung to her thighs,
a tapestry of flaxen crumbs on amber skin.
Thigh orientated beguilements
spread their plush landscapes.
Her shoulders were disrespectful –
I liked that. The massed pipes and drums
of her braided hair marched out of sight -
muted instruments of mutual destruction.
I imagined an emerald turtle born from a native legend
lived in her watchful heart.
I was alone for a thousand years
drinking her inward.
I wanted to ask her
but what?
I guessed that whatever her answer,
there would be no sign of small pink wings
and cutesy fairy smiles.
Besides it was then she looked my way
with that cool ‘-you’ stare.
When I got back alone to the hotel,
not having said a word to her,
I looked at my reflected sun-slapped face,
it was as unstable as dry sand,
yet the syllabary of her thighs
had so much more to say
as my face fell apart onto the wet floor-tiles.
© a day ago
was held by hoda
a great delicious soda
bought in Bermuda
The blue waters of the North Atlantic,
deceptively calm, are shrouded in mystery
in the deadly Bermuda triangle,
delineated by many as a paranormal swathe,
where series of unexpected events, unexplained,
made many aircraft and ships to strangely disappear.
Despite the belief of manufactured mystery,
the Devil’s triangle attracted many elucidations…
the influence of the lost continent of Atlantis,
the magnetism of submerged Bimini Road formation,
the Gulf stream upwelling the marine gas hydrates,
but as yet no consensus has emerged.
The plausible explanation may well be the linked causal trinity,
synchronizing to define the enigmatic triangle.
October 2, 2020
Contest : The Unexplained
Sponsor : Carolyn Devonshire
The Bermuda Race
Don't sail the Rum Line lads
To that beautiful isle is quite bad.
600 miles heading just South South East
Is not the way to tame the beast.
A straight course sailors say:
"You can't win that way."
Newport to "The Onion Patch" the saying goes
Is a milk run but depends how the wind blows.
The Gulf Stream is always pushing you back.
It is a humbling current and that's a fact.
If caught in its many meanders
You won't be first to smell the June oleanders
The water temp will tell when in that stream
Try and keep the current hard abeam.
If you are there squalls you may see
Driving rain, lightning.high winds, and seas
Mind the helm and listen to the crew
Your navigator knows what to do.
It is a joy to see Saint David's Light
Then you know his courses were right.
But beware the Devi'ls Isles rocks and shoals
Before you cross the finish and reached your goal.
There are places within this world
which are filled with paranormal mystery,
arousing curiosity and looking into their history.
The Bermuda Triangle arouses much interest
as the news spins stories of missing ships,
actively seen on radar and then no more blips.
Skies over this phenomenal area are not free
from the unknown forces that capture planes
as an invisible and mighty hand grabs the reins.
Theories abound like the waves of the sea,
there is one of the whirlpools and blue holes,
sucking ships into the depths drowning all souls.
Treacherous underwater reefs are hidden,
dangerously close to the surface of the ocean,
with mighty jaws break up ships in motion.
Another theory is the 'electronic fog'
which moves along with ships and planes,
creating malfunctioning instrumental brains.
The Bermuda Triangle will always remain,
a subject to write articles and stories about,
dedicated to lovers of mystery who are devout.
The
Scary
Bermuda
Triangle
Lore
Legends
Ghostly planes
hundreds missing
books
ledgers
documents
first hand accounts
fine
tales
campfire
conversation
so
many
pulled from sky
no survivors
His Vacation In Bermuda-8 word challenge
candy drops rain on drought stricken crops
her triple treats spiraled without any stops
his eyes span kaleidoscope
he rushes to open her envelope
ten years celibacy ending with hollow pops
the sweetness curls of her perpetual motion
the cacophony of waves pounding his ocean
a hooker curbs his hysteria
of soothing his chaotic area
Bermuda triangle's apocalypse, for him a godsend
connie pachecho
9/20/17
1. HYSTERIA 2. KALEIDOSCOPE 3. PERPETUAL 4. CHAOTIC
5. CACOPHONY 6. APOCALYPSE 7. SPIRALED 8. HOLLOW
This poem I didn't enter. I feel it wouldn't smell a rose.
I like the title, ending, how everything ties together but
it would never place.
Lies in the large area of Atlandic deep
Betwixt Florida, Puerto Rico, and Bermuda
A creepy, frightening, and mysterious reef
Formed the devil's triangle above atoll Barbuda
The heavily travelled shipping lanes of the globe
Where vessels vanished in mystic circumtances
Region where aircrafts routinely fly over and rove
But skippers and aviators still believe in chances
With the shot in the arm of weather satellites fly
Seen and noticed the unusual hexagonal clouds
Experts in atmospheric phenomena decrypt the sky
Hoped to save from deadly blast of water-air shrouds
Precioso Tano
May 13, 2017
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