Best Flukes Poems
'Twas pain that taught my heart to bleed
for sorrows of another...
then kept my deepest heartfelt needs
in silence to serve a buffer
For in the cutting vein of love
I saw a darkness unto death
with eyes of a child had seen enough
true love must stand the test
Such is the pain too grievous to mourn
speaking secrets craved by the heart
to give another the power with which
to tear your soul apart
I've known the anguish of abandonment
and fled inflictions sting
I have faced the tyrants cruel mismanagement
yet held my soul with wings
Of all the wisdom borne by age
no greater truth can be gave
the soul is filled in the passing of days
In the gaze of passions eyes and a lovers display
So brash can be those memories scorned
but fade they will like pages torn
Tis a hand un-held, a tear un-brushed
hearts crushed when the unspoken's not enough
Let slip not away the music-less dance
the kisses that tremor ones breath
miss not the chance for that touch of romance
what weight hath love unexpressed?
No, it's not the passing wounds
those flukes which plague ones journey
that leave devout all faith renounced
and deem sweet love unworthy
Perhaps the greatest fear is that
O're years in friendships tit for tat
passed will be what faith once lacked
and find such love not looking back
In the blink of an eye the magic could subside
to pang with hunger for the love of your life
to know from hurt you cannot hide
to trust is more than you realize
So if I've tested the depths of devotion
what storms your sails could bear
'twas solely because my love is only
of any value unless it is shared
Planned were not the trials endured
yet it's what it took for my heart to ensure
that love will bravely stand the test of time
stronger than chance, more made by design
And so to you I give in kind
holding out for the dreams, in my heart, in my mind
to trust at some blessed point will find
That breathless kiss will dance on the lips
which linger between yours and mine.
A love outlasting infinity
stumbling into guarded arms
the simplest picture of serendipity
by a childish wish on a sky full of stars
Categories:
flukes, love, , sweet love,
Form:
Rhyme
You know what soccer football needs?
Bigger Goals!
An extra meter on each side of the posts.
Bigger Goals means More Goals!
With goals shot from wider out,
the game then would be far less defensive
with less endless back passing,
and shuffling the deck at the back.
Going All in for Goals,
would produce fairer results,
with less flukes and freaky results
holding the sway.
Imagine scores of 5-7, 10-8, 3-7!
What fans want to see is more goals!
What players want is more attacking football
and fairer results,
with more goals from their great shots, some from wider out.
Its so easily done, just shift the goals posts
out wider by a meter on each side.
What the World Cup Needs Now is
Goals, Goals, Goals!
Categories:
flukes, soccer,
Form:
Free verse
Blue Leviathan
Sounding the bathymetric deep
Lazuline green to waters risen
Of sonic dark sung Cetacea poetry
With ever knowing smiles
The gargantuan glides
Graceful on angel winged flukes
Slow easy speed
Of winded massive lungs
Hits the surfacing
Blown by fountainhead spouts
Breaching upon the waves
Two hundred tones of aquamarine
Poised and ready
Driven to fly the salt-water medium
Lifting from the brine light domain
Performs a pirouette
Crashing leviathan
In a centuries ballet
Antediluvian epitome of natures
Balanced perfection
Sings a song haunted melody
Traversing oceans
Beyond the deepest knowing of land
The plummet and plumb line
Of fathoms
Still skirts a coral reef
And basks in shallows
Quiet phantom
Of the giant blue
Categories:
flukes, animals, nature
Form:
Free verse
~Whales~
(Acrostic)
W hales are one of the largest an most beautiful magnificent marine mamals in the world
H ave been hunted for centuries for oil, meat, other raw materials.
A nd some of the species are endangered, and they're going extinct
L ife span varies among all the different species that
E xist, it be, blue whale, Orcas or killer whale, bowhead, humpback, gray or sperm whale, and they
S wim by moving their muscular tails(flukes) up and down, and not like fish left to right.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011
November.2.2015
Categories:
flukes, animal, appreciation, beautiful, sea,
Form:
Acrostic
Taenia Saginata – oh isn't that a pretty name
If you find one in your burger it sure would be a shame
Roundworms, flatworms and flukes can be found in beef, pork or fish
Wouldn’t it be disgusting if you found one in your dish!
Meat and fish need thorough cooking to kill these nasty beasts
Then you are safe to eat and enjoy your fish or meaty treats
I’m studying for a food safety qualification for work – this is one of the little gems I have been reading about!
4th June 2015
Categories:
flukes, food, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
Oh dear my, Butterfly
With your awkward flight that looks not right, does this cause you pain ?
Your beauty though proceeds you, but is it all in vain ?
You are a wondrous sight that beckons me to gaze.
In stillness you are a jewel amongst a flowery maze.
It is a cruel joke has been laid upon your wings.
Flukes of nature are those monstrous silly things.
It was you that taught me empathy, I do so feel your plight.
Is beauty that emboldens you, but your flight is not quite right.
RC Butterfly Contest for Men.
Categories:
flukes, butterfly,
Form:
Rhyme
putrid rascal was a real truant
and also a junkie
and a somnambulist too
and wicked gourmet bought a new guillotine
then the rascal walked dizzily
like a mechanic dancer
around the cinnamon circle
right under the scythe
and underwent a severance
the staggering truth was quite vague
then a postwar prelude under the lurid sky
piccolo semitone
sacrament
orchids
silhouettes on a merry-go-round
the jetty broke up
and a castaway went away
right before dawning
beforethe stellar equinox
but journey was a humdrum
with nautical nausea
just a medley of flukes
so we hit the road
on the roof of a magic bus
not just figurative
really peculiar
and finally let behind
all the cold sensations
a marble queen visits
with a priest with no faith
and start gentle mutiny
the celestial journey
is over at ten p.m.
and all we got left
is a sobering lethargy
Categories:
flukes, dream, freedom, imagination, journey,
Form:
Free verse
Aquatic colossus breaches with elation,
crystalline baubles spray towards
periwinkle skies as casting flukes sway.
In expanse of brine play the descendants
of millennia old warriors; their songs
eco among the macrophyte gardens.
They know the secrets of ancient sailors,
these Balaenoptera musculus in their clan-pods
carry the wisdom of unknown worlds within Gaia’s
womb. A harmonic constitutional for these
hearts of compassion, the annual migration
will glean offspring to carry on the tradition
and guardianship of esoterica; this star
has come far and whispered her secrets
only to the wise ones.
4-22-2021
ALL YOURS (Apr 23) Poetry Contest
Brian Strand
Categories:
flukes, animal, nature, ocean, poems,
Form:
Free verse
Some of us are freaks
Some of us are less so
Some of us are geeks
With names like Fark or Bezlo.
Some have winning streaks
Lots of us are losers
Some of us have beaks
Three of us are Hoosiers.
Some of us are kooks
And misfit aberrations
The lucky ones are flukes
Beloved in our nations.
Supposing we are rich
We get to be "eccentrics"
But poor, without a stitch,
We're cranks and lunatics.
Some of us are weirdos
We're oddballs and we're qu**r
We perform our concertos
And then we're out of here.
"Freaks is from my collection
DAISY ZOO AND OTHER PUNK-ASS NONSENSE
(Duck's-foot Tree Productions, 2016) limited to 100 copies,
20 signed deluxe with variant cover and color title page.
Categories:
flukes, community, crazy, fantasy, fun,
Form:
Rhyme
Look at the horizon to view a vast sea.
Orange, yellow and red skies move slow and cling.
With a wind so crisp on the top of the knoll, oh , the smell of salty peace soothes ones
soul.
The sun is setting and they come about; beginning to shout.
Small floating stars inside their jars; flash and sparkle, they are so small.
Navy blue reflects on calm fluid glass, the time moves slow, please do not pass.
Whales raise their flukes and spray the air, making the moonlight resemble and Angels'
hair.
Animals begin to go to sleep, the whales move more into the deep.
Light blue and red fill the skies, almost as though the world is God's right eye.
The feeling of pure love lies with the sight of an ocean, a white dove and a ray of
light.
Written on April 07, 2005
College Homework Assignment
Categories:
flukes, adventure, angel, animal, appreciation,
Form:
Rhyme
Immortalized there in the Trevi,
Poseidon and his wondrous steed;
these legendary beasts of the waters
gallop the ocean forever free.
Ancestry of the charmer sea horse
forever pulling a gods’ chariot;
noble they grace heraldic armor,
gallant specters swimming free.
With flailing flukes they do serve,
part fish, part horse mounts of Nereid;
eyes of spirit see the silver chariot,
on the waves of a glistening sea.
Reflected high up in the heavens,
Hippocampi hide among the stars;
for in constellation of Capricornus
these creatures will forever reside.
8-25-2021
August 2021 NA's Poetry Contest
Constance La France
YOUR PERSONAL FAVORITE Contest
Received N/A Judged 8-4-2021
Categories:
flukes, animal, mythology, nature, ocean,
Form:
Free verse
The journey of me
Your about to read
Migration of we
To rich grounds to feed
Vast waters
Gifted of blue
Humpback and right
My cousins true
In hunger dive
After giant squid
To the darken deep
On our sonar grid
Feasted, fed
Shadows appear
Orca pod
Our calves i fear
We adults encircle
To protect the young
Flick of our tail flukes
Orca's, in wave like flung
Danger over
Migration on track
To my left
An awesome humpback
We swim together
Grand beasts of the sea
Species of ilk
In total agree
Our sonar detects
That the water were in
For the many months
Of journey swim
For one third of a year
In our holiday home
Me and my cousins
Our freedom to roam
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature4.php
Categories:
flukes, animals, inspirational, nature, seajourney,
Form:
Rhyme
God showed His face a few more times--like
when He and Jacob wrestled, God knows why,
but wrestle they did, all day and into the night,
and here's the thing: God couldn't beat him!
Jacob held God so tight the Almighty just
couldn't seem to break free (seem might be
the keyword here) and so He asked the mortal
what he wanted to let Him -- God!--go...
well, you or I might ask for tons of gold and
lots of fancy stuff, or to be forever young,
immortal and attractive and rich and healthy--
did I miss anything? But no, square old Jacob
just asks God to bless him! That's it, just a
blessing, like when you say 'God bless you'
(do people still say that anymore?) And then
he tells God he ain't gonna let Him loose till
he gets it, not until God blesses him....
And God must have been impressed. After all,
God knows human nature cause He made it,
with all its contradictions, with all its beauty
and all its ugly flaws, giving it great power
to create or destroy, do good or wreck evil,
to seek love and the heights of heaven
or wallow in hate, sinking soul to hell....
Of all the creatures, He freed only one
from the tyranny of instinct, giving
choice and hope and despair to only
one species-- all other animals, all the
fish and all the birds, all the predators
and all their prey He protected from
ever having to ask...Why?
And long after He hid His face,
He would know that some of
those blessed (cursed?) creatures
who felt compelled to question Him
would in a sort of deep blindness
conclude they are the way they are
because nature and chance somehow
linked to make them-- flukes really,
the flukes of the Universe: always
asking but not listening, seeing
but blind, powerful but so weak.
Perhaps Jacob sensed all this,
wise man that he was, asking
only to be blessed and not
asking for the whole world,
knowing as only few ever do
what really matters-- Eternity!
Categories:
flukes, allegory, allusion, appreciation, character,
Form:
Free verse
Why does this anger inside of me
reach the surface so violently
a small violin sits silently
the bow starts to slide the string
Quite simply
I don’t want the sympathy
nor feeling sorry
for the wimp in me
I just want us to have the mutual chat
bringing understanding and just that
see the views from where I am sat
no arms around or patting my back
strength is found in loneliness
with pounding stress
relentlessly pressing
pull down and mess
your head nothing less
a tension never lessens
never give up is the lesson
never give up
win or lose
just plough through
giving everything you have in you
core and roots
hope for luck hope for flukes
maybe in time you’ll fire nukes
if outnumbered still give it back
don’t crack or crumble give back
rumbles tussles tumbles muscles
get up and go once more
last as long as you can
woman or man
last cus time’s your ally
it’s all you have
life is all about survival
you shouldn’t pick your rivals
or pick fights
let fights pick you
then less fighting you will do
means more time to learn improve
remember alphas keep the peace
they don’t otherwise want a piece
they defend the territory
don’t look to terrorise
act wise
not terribly
and snide
wear the crown
on home ground
where their found
to protect and pound
and do so proud
taking down
going to town
with a lion pride defiance
breaking strides
with violence
leaving challengers silent
but the enemy
is inside of me
simmering
keep the peace
but it's slivering
let out a piece
when giving in
erupts up
and I slump down
it's unlivable
yet I'm living
Categories:
flukes, conflict, strength,
Form:
Rhyme
Oft I flew as an artigiano over turbid and stern feelings,
Blowing hard into alpenhorn to shake the mountains built to protect,
Pale-hued gems, aneurysms of loving, resisted the temptation,
They malignantly affected me, as my twaddle does when it dazzles in twilight.
Fustian echoes from the distance cascade down the hill of sadness,
I feel the bubble surrounding me in a sphere like trap,
And more, much more, I feel haughty darkness, a painful agony
Of life suffused across every epoch, swinging and punching,
With fathering force, so damaging, and yet so becharming, that
It’s hard to resist not to prolong the agony or living.
Bound to cross the final line,
Bound to gaze what is beyond,
Bound to share the girth of young and old,
Bound to drown in the eternal pond.
Oft I killed my raylet of hope, wondrous flukes and bluffs,
Submerging myself into the vortex beneath,
Deep, deep abyss of unknown, dark and cold,
Devious depths where loneliness carves out its signature,
And, where orphaned grief strikes swiftly, as a bolt.
It’s spiralling me down into the gut of drama and intrigue,
The divine emptiness of Dionysus’ ecstasy and revelry of doom,
I await the hovering hammer, from the above, wanting
To exit this realm of stasis, as I feel being toyed,
Bring it on! For the victory, or let me be destroyed.
Categories:
flukes, life,
Form:
Free verse