Best Floater Poems
They formed a posse and it was loaded
Three experienced at tracking
And their guide
He was a one-legged kangaroo
No one dared to waltz with him
Even Matilda kept clear
The heat was unbearable
Australia
And no one liked bank robbers
Crossing upstream the three rode through rapids
One horse was bitten by a bee
It startled him and reared
Throwing the third rider into the rapids
One scream and carried downstream
The other two rode the banks and the rapid
And their one legged kangaroo hopped
One hop forward but always angles
They came to a suddenly quiet pool
They saw a hat that was clear
The horse whinnied and a single tear
The kangaroo was exhausted and thought of a new line of work
His master lay face down and floated
The three horses gazed at the floater
And the two men followed their lead
And what about the bank robbers
They had a pint
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A big ‘floater’ lurked in the loo
He tried to remove this huge pooh
Poked it with a stick
It made him feel sick
So he fished it out with his shoe!
11th April 2015
Inspired by the title of the song 'Float On' by the Floaters ... maybe I should stop listening to the radio when I am writing lol
When mind doesn't know
Its own secrets – how can one
Swim the sea of life
He was born Hindu or Muslim – it is controversial. Even, he himself made mockery on the same through his own songs. But, it is sure that when he suffered from small pox – then considered as a fatal disease – his own kins abandoned him. They lay him on a floater in the river for god to rescue. A Muslim weaver family found him in a critical condition and nursed him to give his life a second chance. They adopted him. Later, a Baul accepted him as his disciple and once again made him afloat in the sea of wisdom and spirituality.
Fakir Lalon Shah – a humanist, a spiritual leader, a singer & composer of baul songs – rejected all distinction of caste & creed. Many poets got their inspirations from Lalon’s songs. Because of the relevance and spiritual messages of his songs, not only Bauls but also Rock Bands are performing Lalon’s song all over the world.
“How the unknown bird (soul)
Comes within the cage and fly
If I could catch it –
I would have put the chain
Of my minds bond on its feet”
Let Lalon Sain dance
In my minds corridor,
Baul - be my muse
(C) Anindya Mohan Tagore (Bobby)
I. BISMUTH [83]
rainbow-sheened cubist castles -- silver-pink of hue
II. IODINE [53]
gunmetal grey crystals sublime -- and billow purple
III GALLIUM [31]
metallic grey and stiff -- melting in a cordial clasp
IV. HELIUM [2]
spent star-fuel -- alpha-ray remains – blimp-floater
V. RHODIUM [45]
brightly-burnished -- rarer than platinum -- dearer than gold
January 4, 2020
NOTE:
Many years ago, 1975 or so, I found a little book in the library of Pine View School in Sarasota, Florida, which contained mostly-humorous verse of an unusual sort: a quatrain each for every chemical element. (Whether the non-primordial elements were included, and whether the Rare Earth elements were treated individually or as a group, I cannot recall.) The name of the book has eluded my memory... a portmanteau or pun on "Chemistry" and "Christianity" of some sort, perhaps? I can only recall two of the quatrains; they went:
Xenon has a cross to carry,
Staying single his chief goal;
Now they've gone and made him marry!
Modern science has no soul.
and:
The melting point of Rhenium
Is high as a proscenium.
She plays the part and shrieks "Thou liest!"
When Carbon says his own is highest.
If anyone recognizes this, or could help me locate the book, I would be most sincerely grateful!
It was the furtive glances that drew me
I sat nonchalant about those who came
The crazy curves led me to the mighty
And purple sculpture of a tipsy flame
You responded with the turquoise ocean
I failed to feel it was shallow water
I gave you my silence and commotion
Like the Kanchenjunga and Gibraltar
Then you met the warmer spring that charmed you
An ascetic attitude towards me
You grew while shifting to the reddened hue
Of the hibiscus as I turned boozy
I lost all buds and leaves of my pink tree
A humble floater a poor refugee
February 8, 2018
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Was having gala time with friends in Niece's marriage function
Spirited friends thought of having bhang* for fun of rarity
Greedy of mild floater effect, scary of hangover, finally gave in for fun
Toast raised with glass of 'bhang', few more and began party
Intoxicated, Laughing Monster seized me, laughed with insanity
Friends tried all to normalise laughing tantrum
But monstrous laugh only gained momentum
Panic mounted, as I was summoned by Panditji*for marriage ritual
As a maternal unclr, had to perform customary ritual with bride-groom
Stuck with intoxicated laugh, but serious was ritual, embarrassed one and all
Gained normalcy post ceremony, cursed self, all fired, pity having no room
Pledged never to indulge in bhang, took a life-time vow soon
Marriage album without my ritual snap, still condemns me
Memory of laughing devil, on happy a occasion still saddens me
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PS (*) :
a) Bhang - Indian hemp, a milk concoction, having potential of ***** intoxication
& narcotic effect. Intoxication high results in mad indulgence of repetitive action
for many hours. The action, one is engaged in at the beginning time of knock-out
state perpetuates for many hours e.g if one was laughing... he will continue to
laugh for many hours....
b) Panditji – Priest performing marriage ritual
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Rhyme scheme : a-b-a-b-b-c-c
( Entry for Members contest – The Devil made me do it by Thvia Shetley)
My neighbor, Pete, is very frustrated
For two weeks he has been constipated
Then, in Poetry Soup
I heard him yell, "Whoop Whoop!"
His laxative had been activated!
He eats spicy food and lot of legumes
Where he shows up, a gaseous cloud looms
Pete is kinda kinky
When he makes a stinky
He likes breathing in his odorous fumes
Beth's twenty years married to Pete Cooper
When he didn't flush, she said a blooper
Pete left a huge floater
And now I will quote her,
"Pete's poops always leave me in a stupor!"
One time dumbass Pete clogged up his commode
After his bowels dropped a giant load
Beth called in a plumber
Who was even dumber
He just watched as the toilet overflowed
Pete's a n a l gases continue to leak
Can't stand being around them cause they reek
When his farts are expelled
I threaten a butt weld
To solder it shut, Pete is such a freak!
No one sits near Pete at the town meeting
No friendly smiles does he get in greeting
People are of like mind
Beware of his behind
When his flatulence keeps on repeating
Beth's face becomes twisted into a scowl
She told Pete that she's throwing him the towel
Next time his fecal matter
Is 'neath the lid in splatter
She'll not clean his crap stains again. They're foul!
She won't wash skid marks from his briefs either
Nor cook bean casseroles for him neither
Beth's taken a firm stand
Gave Pete a reprimand
She's hoping that soon he'll want to leave her
The cotton candy clouds melted in my mouth
as I flew over the menacing tiger who was crouched
with his mouth open catching all my loose teeth
I flew away quickly not wanting to be within his reach,
Then before I knew it I was traveling on a speeding train
in a cabin looking out the window at the torrential rain
the train now floating haphazardly in the rising water
I swam out the window and used a cushion as a floater,
I kept floating losing my attire in the swift current
till I reached a town standing naked in front of a merchant
who pointed and gasped until embarrassed I ran away
into a crowd of onlookers who gasped with dismay,
Running away down the sidewalk I looked at my feet
which were dry and cracked from the searing heat
fully dressed again I was once more a pigtailed youngster
pedaling quickly away from some invisible monster,
Next thing I was in my bathing suit frolicking in a big wave
getting knocked down I felt like I was in a daze
suddenly I felt a strangers warm compassionate hand
pick me up out of the water and place me on dry land,
To which my alarm suddenly woke me up out of my hazy dream
disheveled I tried to remember it as I looked out the window screen.
1-20-18
I want a man just like Dad
So to find him let me start by saying
He is one of a kind so it will be hard to find
He worked on construction sites all my life he has a dirty mouth but not around his wife
Dad told six of us girls that men are like turds
They smell, and some are long and skinny and some are short and fat
In life some are sinkers and some are floater
steer clear of those girls
in life go for the double flusher
he is the kind that just when you think he is down and out
you can hear him pop right back in again
Now Dad gave this advice to all of us you see
I know I have been single most all my life looking for a TURD without blow flies
Tricia Bernard 6/19/2015
The Interview
My eye produced a floater
And although it felt quite weird,
It wasn’t quite as dangerous
As I, at first, had feared.
The vitreous inside the eye
(A jelly-seeming goop)
Becomes, as we grow older,
Less like Jello, more like soup.
Then little teeny fibers
Clump together in your eye,
Casting shadows on the retina
As they go drifting by.
A floater’s shape can vary
So it’s no surprise that mine
Resembled, like a pencil stroke,
A skinny curvy line.
It danced across my vision
From the left side to the right,
Interfering with my reading
And imbuing me with fright.
Though the doctor called it normal,
For it happens as we age,
I don’t need a new reminder
That I’m at that later stage.
*Recently I had an eye retina issue with 1st experience of floaters and flashes in my eye. If you haven't experienced it, on the verge of retina detachment, these are examples:
Monoku: 1
Is that a bird flying by or just a massive floater in my eye?
Monoku: 2
Is that a bunch of dark grapes or just a bunch of black spots in my eye?
Monoku: 3
Is that flash a lightening bolt in my bedroom or just my retina trying to let go?
Heidi Sands
11/2/22
Temperature climbing , beginning to soar,
Got to get cool, can't take any more.
Bought this pool for Fran, she can't swim,
She feels safe in the pool, not looking grim.
It 10ft across & 2ft 6"deep, wi filter pumpin',
Only rules that apply are no diving or jumpin'
So refreshing I find, just to sit and relax awhile,
Cool down in an instant, that raises a smile.
Cold beer in the floater, that makes my day,
The heat has gone, my mind drifts away.
Around the pool, I watch Fran float,
She is safe from folk who like acting the goat.
Having fun without fear took a long time for her,
Now she goes in on her own in her flash swimming gear!
No fear of waves or silly practical jokes,
No jibes about no wanting to join other folks.
It's private, it's clean and we're not overlooked,
Enjoying life in the water, a splashpool is all it took.
When summer is over and no more need for pool time.
It's emptied, cleaned and boxed until next Springtime.
© Dave Timperley 28 July 2016
A pegged round point gleams a dream as a passerby
pauses briefly at some display of hearts. Creams alot
enchanted in velvety reds filled with sweet treats that
address the same in my deepest fantasies. Employed by
the Creatures that slither their way, shading their point in
passing. Then a heavenly-sent gifts a genteel speaker
drifts a spun floater albeit a dove's solitaire feather.
Angelic hands reach down to gather it up in chorale
chants achieved its disciplined course. In brevity
breathes deeply, exalting with the soothing blessed
Suite, performed by Johann Bach. Toccata, Adagio, and
Fugue in C Major, with cultured ivory chords and refined
pedals as the fantasy seized a day.
Sitting placed by Square Leg
pint of bitter in hand;
drifting across from Peasholme
music from the band.
This match is like a chess game,
each batter settled in
run rate slowly rising, one end
tied down with spin.
An edge of frustration
causes a half chance.
An attempted drive
Gives a leg glance.
Nagging little off breaks
keep a batter on his toes;
can’t afford a mis-stroke
playing one of those.
A delicate little floater
causes a lapse.
Caught by the Keeper.
Well played chaps.
I can rush for a refill
as they take a drinks break,
then it’s back to the battle
of forcing a mistake
O what a way to die.
Couldn’t ask for more.
Last sight seeing victory
from a well driven four.
Its stumps for now
and I’m on my way.
Be back tomorrow
for the final day
Oh how I love
this beautifully clever game
Small wars of wits
No two matches the same.
Me a zombie?
Never!
Just a viral doofus poseur,
Brainiac and hacker on the loose tapping into other genie lamps,
Wireless Stikbot floater skipping ID challenge.
Hurdles that authenticate saliva from a silicone palate.
Trojan horse webber getting kicks from pop up photos and their tick box phasers.
Magic putty slideshows arfe my fix,
Overlapping gotchas in the cryptic mainframe,
zapped on sight.
Cookies nerd obsessive, parasitic nibbler on limitless net feeds,
Humanoid, human void,
vacuum mouse pad tracker ball bane.
Foxy email phisser,
wolf amid the Wiki swathes at random,
memory never full.
Sabouteur who pinpoints rootkit channels,
silently installing gridlock pixels deep freeze.
But I am not a robot,
just some micro chip app monger, macro chip on shoulder and those other parts designed by desktop surgeons,
sideline sci-fi wise guy not so wise,
hi-tech buff illusion in a hall of mirrors dash into the ether.
Me this CoderDojo mass encryption tangle,
blue moon barcode surfer, Janus-faced,
mutant bit part player who has somehow lost his byte!
Written January Twenty First Twenty Twenty