Best Lobsters Poems
If I were a Mermaid
If I were a Mermaid my name would be Margo and I’d live in the deepest blue sea
I’d swim with the dolphins, make friends with the sharks and hope that they wouldn’t eat me
If I were a Mermaid my tail would be gold and my hair would be crimson red
I’d hold it in place with fishbones I found buried deep in the seabed
If I were a Mermaid I’d go to school in a cavern by the bay
My classmates would be clownfish and squid
The teacher a grumpy stingray
If I were a Mermaid I’d frolic and play with the creatures of the sea
The lobsters and shrimp the whales and the crabs
the eels and shy manatees
If I were a Mermaid I’d spend my days watching ships as they travel afar
I’d spend my nights on warm sandy beaches
Making wishes upon shooting stars
If I were a Mermaid I’d dream of pirates and the treasures that they sought
I’d dream of their ships with their tattered white sails and the battles that they fought
If I were a mermaid I would do all these things in my
Home beneath the sea
But I’m not really a mermaid so I’ll just be content
To be the one and only ME
The busy Moon forgot about the Tide.
She left it out all day upon the sand.
And when it found itself alone topside,
there mischief was immediately at hand.
It washed the muddy Rocks until they shone,
then dragged in trash to mess them up again,
it chilled the chubby babies to the bone
and tugged their pudgy feet to pull them in.
It rearranged the peaceful ocean floor
and wrapped the kelp into a tangled wreath,
then turned up all the driftwood on the shore
and tickled every creature underneath.
It tricked the Fishermen it came across
by pulling at the lines they'd cast about,
took cages that it saw the Trappers toss
and let the little Crabs and Lobsters out.
It fooled with every Fish that floated by,
it sprayed the Seagulls when they flew too near,
it pooled in spots it KNEW the Sun liked dry
and played with all the boats along the pier.
It sueezed the baby Squid until they laughed
then painted funny pictures with their ink
and after it had taught them all this craft,
it swirled away like water down a sink.
It called to Clouds that hung around the sky
and asked to meet them halfway in between
then teased them until they began to cry
but just to make it rain, not to be mean...
The Tide adored its mischief and it would
have gleefully continued on its spree
but for the Moon, who for the greater good,
came up at last and let it out to sea!
A blue lobster was saved at Red Lobster today
From the usual fate of lobster ways.
The zookeepers came and took her to the zoo
Where everyone said, “Look she’s blue”.
The other lobsters complained,
"We’re all red-we’re all the same."
And one by one, they ended up on plate
As the dinner a hungry customer ate.
So next time you feel overlooked,
Be thankful that you weren’t cooked!
To get attention, you now know what to do,
Simply dress in something blue.
Anteater's with their incredible 2 foot tongue
Bison their hides, one time under the gun
Cheetah's my, can they run
Dolphins bringing so much fun.
Elephants, Indian and African by the size of their ears
Fin Whales hunted, we share their fears
Giraffes so elegant long necked and tall
Hummingbirds hover, and never fall.
Insects, so varied in size and shape
Jackals howl as they relate to their mates
Kodiak, the island bears
Lobsters, caught, creeled and snared.
Mammoth, the awesome beast from the past
Nymph, insect larva's showing species may last
Octopus, tentacled dude of the sea
Plankton, the only food that is free.
Queen Bee, on the throne with her drones
Rhino with their keratin horns
Salmon living, return to spawn and die
Thrush, singing songs in tune as they fly.
Uakari, the Amazon new world monkey
Vulture's make the ground carrion free
Whippets a joy, as you watch them race
Xerus, the squirrel - the grounds his place.
Yak, the bovine of Himalayan heights
Zebra, white equids with their black stripes.
Lobster Fishing
It was still dark when I arrived at five o’clock
I commenced the day by going to the wrong dock
I was a little concerned that I may be late
When I arrived they were still loading bait.
The boat started up with a thunderous sound
You must stay the channel so you don’t run a ground
Next you head into the safety of the bay
Everyone’s quiet with not much to say.
As we turn the corner the sun divides the sky and sea
A blend of orange, purple and blue explode in front of me
The sea starts to pick up and the boat gets tossed
A peace grows within all else is lost…
You pull the traps up in what’s called a set
You winch them on board to see what you get
My job was to restock the bait
It seemed kind of an ironic fate.
It was pretty hard work yet so much fun
Me, the boat, the sky and the sun
We had a pretty good catch and turned to go back
The auto pilot planned our course of attack
On the way in you wash down the boat
It cleaned up quite well with water and soap.
As I view around me as it was time to go
The sea put on its own picture show.
When we returned to the river the tide had come in
All of the lobsters had been placed into bins
The boat was too tall to fit under the bridge
Like smooth sailing and then hitting a ridge.
We had to unload the boat so the catch wouldn’t be lost
Our pride and a little work was all that it cost
When we had finished it was time to rest
Having comfort in knowing we did our best.
We cleaned up and had dinner to end the day
This is my lobster tale of today
Everyone found humor in what I had to say
Then we said goodbye and went on our way.
When I got home I fell fast asleep
I dreamed of a bottom far too deep
It was a long day and I needed to rest
The lobster became someone else’s dinner guest.
Everything was in the right place; the shoes, books, furniture, utensils, remote control…. His house always smelled of fresh air, although it was hundreds of miles away from the ocean.
“Your house smells like a beach-house!” his friends told him.
He knew his house was far from being called a beach-house. It had no fishing harpoons, fishing nets, scuba diving suits or shells. In fact, he hated the ocean.
Three years back, his perfectionism had landed him a job in an environmental movement company. A research lab was set for him close to the beach.
One Saturday morning, he saw a turtle floating close to him. It was still, its body dancing only to the motion of waves. BP oil spills and chemical wastes suddenly haunted his mind. He now saw oil rigs and floating marine animals all around him. Quickly he jumped out of the ocean as though he had spotted a shark’s dorsal fin, a dozen feet away.
“I’ll never stay around imperfection!” he swore to himself.
Neatness then became his pilgrimage. He took one last bottle of vodka to erase the memories about the ocean, and moved to live in a place not close to any water bodies.
Sometimes he eats fish and lobsters with difficulty. An imagination of a contaminated ocean close to him scares him stiff to hold his knife and fork.
Current Contest Name: Take The Dagger From My Heart, Please - 2
Previous Contest Name: SHORT STORY
Date the Previous Contest was Finalized: 9/27/2016
The busy Moon forgot about the Tide.
She left it out all day upon the sand.
And when it found itself alone topside,
there mischief was immediately at hand
It washed the muddy Rocks until they shone,
then dragged in trash to mess them up again,
it chilled the chubby babies to the bone
and tugged their pudgy feet to pull them in
It rearranged the peaceful ocean floor
wrapped all the kelp into a tangled wreath,
then turned up all the driftwood on the shore
to tickle little creature underneath
It tricked the Fishermen it came across
by pulling at the lines they'd cast about,
took cages that it saw the Trappers toss
and let the little Crabs and Lobsters out
It called to Clouds that hung around the sky
then strained to meet them halfway in between
and splashed them until they began to cry
but just to make it rain, not to be mean!
It fooled with every Fish that floated by,
it sprayed the Seagulls when they flew too near,
it pooled in spots it KNEW the Sun liked dry
and played with all the boats along the pier
It twirled the baby Squid until they laughed
then passed them each a sponge to blot the ink
and after they'd been taught this master craft,
it swirled away like water down a sink
The Tide adored its mischief and it would
have gleefully put more toward its spree
but for the Moon, who for the greater good,
rose none too soon and let it out to sea!
Tails and claws in reefs, with opiates for pain,
Bad sight, ten legs and dollar profits to be made.
Prior to their own demise, they dined on fish and mollusks,
To savor and munch away with epicurean palettes.
Galleys rattle while lobsters kneel and pray,
“Boil!” and “Cut!” Chef Lemon-Snow conveys.
Tears bubbling away in ancient pots,
Chef Lemon-Snow the hunger his backdrop.
Blue-bloods in pails toiling to resist the boil,
Steaming, to find their destiny with olive oil.
Simmering delicious fare, extravagance to savor,
Lobsters expire while Lemon-Snow only seeks the flavor.
Proud crustaceans once gray now boiling red,
Scented mist of mild aroma, ravenous we fed.
the seahorses grazed in a field undersea
the jellyfish wobbled at the party
the starfish in their constellations went
the clams secretive tight lipped and silent
the hammerhead sharks did the DIY
the clown fish entertained as they swam by
the plankton ruled undersea in their gangs
the octopuses spent too long shaking hands
the crabs on the side their day they spent
the lobsters approached in a pincer movement
the sea urchins loitered dishevelled and poor
while the oysters enjoyed everything and all
Under the depths below the deep
of this Atlantic Ocean
live the lobsters that crawl and creep
with an articulated motion.
On the ocean that smells so fresh
the boatmen cast their nets
for lobsters' tender, tasty flesh
which they'll sell to pay their debts.
With a great catch this new season
the boatmen head for home;
the frozen lobsters give them reason
to reach harbor and not to roam!
In restaurants and sold at stores,
the lobsters are enjoyed
till all on New England's shores
are full and over-cloyed.
After our yacht was wrecked by the storm
I was washed up on a tropical island.
My two companions sadly had not made it
I found them both washed up and lifeless.
First priority was to bury the bodies
before they attracted unwanted attention.
With no tools I spotted a shallow cave perfect
putting them inside I covered the entrance with
loose rocks that had slide down the cliffs.
Near by another larger cave would serve as
shelter with a few palm leaves and dry grass.
There was even a hole in the roof that let out
the smoke from my fire made from sticks.
I found a stream near by so thirst no problem
collecting nuts and berries I noticed long frongs
that I wove into traps and placed them in both
the sea and stream. A parrot befriended me so
I had good company. The traps soon worked. Crabs
eels and lobsters caught inside a real feast.
With the flint I had earlier found I scaled
the cliffs and set a signal fire unlike down
on the beach the mosquititoes had a field day.
Yet I noticed they avoided a pungent plant
and rubbed it all over what a blessed relief
They soon left me alone. In time I fashioned
some rustic tools and built a hut near the fire.
Near by I spotted both wild pigs and horses
placing some feed I soon was able to touch
and eventually ride some of them making
both travel and hunting so much easier.
Apart from human company I had it all.
I tilled the ground and planted tubers I had
found, irrigation channels kept them moist.
Scoring a tree I kept vague track of time
as first one year passed then another with
no sightings. At long last I saw a sail and
lit my fire. The yatch headed my way I was
saved. With mixed feeling I left the island.
To return there with all I needed, which was
little, a yatch so I could come and go at
will. A few chickens, a calf, cat and a dog.
Some strong tools to till and sow the land.
Lastly a good fishing rod and a feather matress
here I would wile away my remaining days.
Tails and claws in reefs with opiates for pain,
Bad sight, ten legs and dollar profits to be made.
Prior to their own demise, they dined on fish and mollusks,
To savor and munch away with epicurean palettes.
Galleys rattle while lobsters kneel and pray,
“Boil!” and “Cut!” Chef Lemon-Snow would say.
Tears bubbling away in ancient silver pots,
Chef Lemon-Snow the hungry, backdrop.
Bluebloods in pails toiling to resist the boil,
Antenna’s steaming, to find their destiny with olive oil.
Simmering delicious fare, extravagance to savor,
Lobsters expire while Lemon-Snow seeks the flavor.
Proud crustaceans once gray now boiling red,
Scented mist of mild aroma, ravenous we fed.
Airports are often the starting place for the holiday
Boredom sets in waiting for the journey to begin
Can’t wait to get in the air and get away for a while
Down the runway and we finally take to the sky
Everyone breathes a sigh of relief when we land safely!
Finally we arrive at the resort and the holiday begins
Get to the hotel room - flop down on the bed exhausted!
Hotel needs exploring and we head to the pool
I start to get comfy on the sunlounger and relax
Just minutes later the kids start arguing – grrrrr
Keep a smile on my face and quieten them down
Looks like its time to go and get a cooling ice cream
Moaning ceases and harmony is restored once more
Next morning we enjoy a leisurely hotel breakfast
Oh how wonderful no cooking for a week!
Pack up our buckets and spades and head to the beach
Quiet it is not …we are packed on the sand like sardines
Really enjoy making massive sandcastles with the kids
Sun tanning bodies lie in rows – some people look like lobsters!
Time for a break and escape the heat of the mid day sun
Until it is cooler we head indoors to the kid’s club
Vacations or holidays we should take time out and enjoy
Week away in the sun with the family is a special time
Xxenodocheionology is the love of hotels – how appropriate!
Yikes! The mountain of holiday washing in our suitcases
Zephyr winds will guide our plane back home
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07~09~15
My Kind of town
My town may not be up to par
It may be leagues below most towns by far
May even seem rundown to some earthly clowns
The people here are quiet folk
Our fine citizens have no dogs to walk
Although a few may be seen strolling along
With their pet lobsters so red on leashes strong
New years we celebrate with the bubbly
As we do many fathoms of the year
The bubbles floating all around
Hot springs underneath abound
There is a ranch you see, just outside of town
The coral full of seahorses true
The whales swim by our ocean abode
In absolute amazement they smile or maybe frown
Our houses may be old
Each and every one though a museum to behold
To our vibrant illustrious past
Statues proud in aquatic blue
When you come visit us
We shall all look out and stare at you
If only we had had the time
We would have posted a sign
Welcome to Atlantis
Deep azure and aquamarine.
Torrents of creatures cascade by.
I absorb this peaceful scene.
A wonderland in my mind's eye.
Floating along this fantasy.
I swim with the fishes here.
Weightless and so wildly free.
Forgetting all my earth-bound fear.
Symmetry that serves me well.
Dancing on the sandy floor.
Then rising to the frothy swell.
Diving to retreat once more.
Seagrass feeds my appetite.
Lobsters,clams and mussels too.
I feast upon both day and night.
Then drift away when I am through.
So roll me with the ocean tide.
Let the waves just take me under.
Like a dolphin I'll joy-ride.
Through the depths of deep sea thunder.