Best Sea Lion Poems
Flippers up
Flippers down
Wave those flippers
All around
Swish your tail
From side to side
Create a wake
A water slide
Take a plunge
Dive down deep
Your body propelled
As up you leap
Hey, Sea Lion
Clap your hands
When you perform
You grandstand*
*To grandstand means to 'ham it up'
Categories:
sea lion, animal, water,
Form:
Light Verse
Well I was going down for the third time
In the deep blue sea after our ship caught
Fire mysteriously then I felt a hand taking
Mine and a voice saying everything's gonna
Be ok, everything’s gonna be fine, I heard your
S.o.s and cries of distress, lucky for you I
Just happened to be in the neighborhood
Man in gold dangling things and white,
Man with eyes as dark as the night...
No you are not dreaming, I am for real
I am what you humans and sailors call a
Mythical sirens but look at me and tell me
Do I resemble some stupid sea lion, dolphin
Or seal, I don't think so, get real...
Soon tho you will wake up on the nearest
Distant shore, you’ll think it was just all a dream
From the bump on your head and from loosing
Consciousness but I guess that's for the best,
The best for both of us...
For they'll think you've lost your marbles and
Call you a mad man and I'm not allowed or supposed
To interfere with the fate of humans you understand
But hence from this day forward every time you close
Your eyes I'll be there, you will remember the feel
Of my soft silky skin and the taste of my forbidden fruits
You will recall the ecstasy you knew in the deepest
Depths and all the magic that was there all around you
Everywhere…
Who knows maybe someday we'll meet again, if or when
You ever return to the sea and maybe the next time
I'll take you to my water world to forever live with me
Until then just keep our little secret and keep on
Believing, keep on believing in me...
One more kiss before I leave and return back to the sea
Just remember this day, always...
The day your imperial ship sank, you were saved...
SAVED BY A MERMAID!
Categories:
sea lion, miracle, myth, sea,
Form:
Free verse
Skimpy-wimpy sea lion, too afraid of the wild and hungry cat,
ran the quickest marathon, to crash into an enormous, drowsy elephant!
Before that incident, he happily danced...thinking he was in a parade;
oh, he liked to play under the gushing, splashing cascade;
and skimpy-wimpy sea lion, always had one keck of a good time getting wet!
Entered in Carolyn Devonshire's contest, " Sea tales Limericks "
Categories:
sea lion, animalssea, sea,
Form:
Limerick
To the naked eye all you can see,
is the breakers coming ashore individually,
but as I dive in one of them and start to tread,
my imagination starts to fill me with dread,
Wondering whats lurking out in the ocean,
thinking my eyes spied an underwater dark motion,
could it be a giant octopus or a great white shark,
or maybe a huge sea lion that likes to bark,
Maybe it was a giant squid or gigantic sea turtle,
my throat feeling as dry and tight as a girdle,
then whatever it was felt like it was toying with me,
that's when I swam fast back to shore quite instinctively,
Getting back to the safety of the sandy shore,
I scanned the horizon looking for giant fins and claws,
then thinking all was well as I turned to go,
a pod of dolphins jumped as if in a show.
2-4-17
Categories:
sea lion, beach, ocean,
Form:
Light Verse
Sea-Lion
I saw a seal in Durban big and sleek and its smile
Was wondrous, I think it had green eyes, right,
But, I’m not a very god swimmer and is sceptical
Of water, mermaids and swimming pools.
By chance, I saw a sleek woman cleaning a pool
And it was morning, she had green or blue or
Perhaps brown eyes of the type lionesses have
When a lion, has caught a prey it has to give it
Up when hyenas come around.
Conquests are a hyena’s fare but it lacks delight
And the ability to laugh. The seal from Durban
I remember so well, had a hearty laughter and
A smile “thousand miles.” Am I getting confused
Talking about lions and seals? Not at all but it was
A female and she sat my heart aflutter.
Categories:
sea lion, giggle,
Form:
Blank verse
Zanthalous was one time his name
On the shores where his parents dwelt
Endings came with the hurricane
April storms ravaged his pelt
Under stormy seas he was swept
Going south even as he slept
Until the icy lands
Shoals above rock sands
This sea's fish he came to accept
Alone so long, he finally saw them
New Mates. For this, by the bull he was condemned
One male attacked him
Rushed, and lost a limb
Made Zanthalous king in land by sea hemmed
And so ends the tale of the Finn-like Sea Lion
None else so well follows the path of Orion
Categories:
sea lion, animals, sea, sea,
Form:
Limerick
Silver women with fragile spines
Lonely during the week, they must be doing something right
The loneliness doesn’t affect them, and they don’t want to scream and shout
Daily feelings of sadness, sometimes are beautiful and sometimes are loud
These women transformed themselves in statues made of seam and dreams
So they can stay in their days willing to give, care and redeem
Time isn’t the problem, but let there be courage to move forward old days of resembling habits
Make them brave, and they would be the Sea Lion Woman of their own credits
Categories:
sea lion, character, child, childhood, nature,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Taking a stroll along the beach on Sand Island
Not many folk know where Sand Island is.
It's the other island inside the Midway reef
We stopped to watch a baby sea lion trying to walk
It was as round as it was long and as tall as it was round
First instinct was to just hug and cuddle it.
Second instinct was to turn and run as fast as possible away
Her teeth were bared in a roaring snarl
She stood as tall or taller than either one of us
We left
Others have talked of Midway
The remnant reminders of war
Joe Margowsky and I hold different memories
We sailed the reef on a one man surf sail board
Studying the beautiful colors of coral
Watched as it changed to smooth shiny mottled brown
Then it moved and we saw two long white tusks under a sniffing mustache
John had not yet said "I am the walrus"
We heard it first. Up front and winking.
Joe kneeled at the mast and I steered us away
Time stood still and the walrus ignored us.
Two memories of Midway that stay.
Categories:
sea lion, nature,
Form:
Blank verse
The Walrus, he is an ugly brute,
Made entirely out of rubber,
Lounging on the shore all day,
Like discarded old whale blubber.
Sea Lion on the other hand,
Is arguably, I think quite cute,
Gliding along the beach at play,
In his slick grey leather suit.
Categories:
sea lion, animal, children, funny, word
Form:
Rhyme
The sea horse, sea lion, sea elephant
Joined the force for “Ocean’s Most Vigilant”
All claimed they’re watchful creatures
Wise and keen in their ventures
Yet from man’s waste, they weren’t triumphant.
They then vowed to help guard ocean’s beauty
As sea patrol of good authority
Praying, they asked God’s guidance
And shield from man’s ignorance…
…For all to enjoy sea world’s great bounty*.
*2Corinthians 9:5 ... Make up beforehand your bounty, whereof ye had notice before, that the same might be ready, as a matter of bounty, and not as of covetousness.
August 2, 2018
5th place, "Sea Tales Limericks" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Carolyn Devonshire; judged on 8/4/2018.
Categories:
sea lion, blessing, character, courage, environment,
Form:
Limerick
a 1 2 3 4 is not a 1 2 1 2 nor a 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8....ok then hum....x
A house trained duck could run amok in even the most tightest fitting apron but alchemy weaving leathers are best placed on legs measuring over an acre. It is to be acclimatised to a storm pattern syndrome of striped sun on a grey background but it could also be ascertained that travelling backwards at high speed down a motorway slip road is best achieved carrying one potato, a giant melon tree, and a tricycle. For to dare is to do and to do is to drop dig dreaming dramas dramatically. And to add to such fine grammar one might also assume that a locked gate is as abhorrent as a shut and bolted door. For it is as the horse trots. As the pig whistles. And as the barn creaks. That the fine acrylics begin annual waltzing duties with the glasses of peanut juice. Great. How very marvellous that is. Is it not the hidden virtue of every acolyte that hides the hidden and haves the heaving holders? Is it to be beholden or frenetically ejected via pulsation? The sanctimonious baby sea lion is sat on a third angled throne. In deep contemplation but writing memoirs to a shoal of snowmen is often a worthwhile endeavour. Painful plant pot planting pickles. And a wonderful world wide deity in an orchestrated diagrammatic map. Oh how poignant the points of the programmable playlist playing pianos. And yet the mop moves monotonously and the cloth cleverly cleans. Fantastic news for frog shop fans at a baseball game. Ha. Now send that sponge by rail not plane. Hahaha saviours swinging speedily hahaha Astronaughts and whales balancing. Xxxxx brontosaurus Z z z z
Categories:
sea lion, april, arabic, august, baseball,
Form:
Two brothers salmon in the deep blue sea
Got the urge one day to seek some revelry.
So off they both went into the early dawn
With naught on their minds but to swim and spawn.
Up the big river with its mouth so wide,
It must be a mile from side to side.
For days and days those two fish swam
‘Til they ran smack-dab into a concrete dam!
Round and round that great grey wall
They swam, but found no help at all.
Relief came, not from heaven sent,
But sure enough from the government!
A big fish ladder with its lifts and falls
Helped those boys to skirt that wall
Into a lake with its shores so green
The two fish entered on another scene!
As if decreed by constabulary
The lake was fed by five tributaries!
“Which one to take?”, was their question then,
The answer came to the first brother Sven.
“I know where to go”, you could hear him say,
“I’ve been here before! I can find the way!”
So off Sven went, and his brother, Pete, too;
Guided by nothing but Deja Vu!
The stream they chose was swift and clean
But the rocks therein were hard and mean!
Bruised and battered Ol’ Pete said, “ENOUGH!”
“This swim-and-spawn life is just too rough!”
“Swimming all day against the stream?”
“This might be for you Sven, but it ain’t my dream!”
So he turned with the current and went with the flow,
Against his true nature, to the blue sea below.
He passed other salmon, in their eyes was a gleam,
All turning red as they struggled upstream.
Pete was red too from his tail to his face.
When he reached the blue sea, he seemed out of place.
The swimming was easy, with no current to fight,
But Pete couldn’t know of his fate nor his plight.
A flashy red Pete in the bright blue dawn
A sea lion spied him and SNAP! Pete was gone!
In the mean time, Sven kept on swimming for days;
His back out of water in the warm summer rays.
He made his way to a cool sandy brook
And spied a coy babe-fish with a cute little look.
And there on the edge of a loose gravel shoal,
They frolicked and played and fulfilled their role:
They had both done their best; standing out in a crowd.
Sven also died, but his maker is proud!
This tale has a moral, as all good tales do.
A metaphor of life, it is tried and true:
“Swimming through life is no simple feat,
Endure to the end, or end up like Pete!”
Categories:
sea lion, endurance, , cute,
Form:
Couplet
I sit astride a large rock awaiting a mate
Viewing my kingdom from this lofty place
Shuffling my belly to get comfy I wait
My eyes are looking out making sure all is safe
My colony is large for protection it seems
that man, is the most likely to end our dreams.
Large killer whales and sharks are waiting off shore
but on land we are hunted for our fur.
Each year “our ocean” is getting small
Soon no place for us to live as before
We were there when the navy had our need
Why don’t they protect the area we feed.
In water parks they teach us tricks
Happy we are to oblige for a few fish
Safe and protected well we might be
But we would rather be wild and free
Soon cubs will be born suckled by the mums
We are mammals of the sea providing milk for them
Great mounds of fish daily I eat
This is the one thing which will seal my fate.
I am a Sea Lion
penned 2/2/2017
Categories:
sea lion, life, sea,
Form:
Verse
Sea lion and sea horse were friends of course.
Living in the Pacific of the Norse.
Heard a rumor
Both had a tumor.
Not from an honest reliable source.
Categories:
sea lion, 2nd grade, 3rd grade,
Form:
Limerick
Alison Alligator eating artichokes on a ant hill,
watching
Beverly Bear floating on a cloud over there,
which developed a leak,
drenching
Charlotte the twin headed elephant
up to their knees,
floating
Danny the dingo swimming past.
While watching,
Eli the iguana,
slithering over a leaf
sharing a log,
with Francis the frog looking over,
as Gwenda the goose flew overhead
into the gum tree,
where,
Helen the hermit had laid down her head,
on
Ivy the twinning snake,
who was always late,
slithered up the tree,
to give
Jay the monkey,
who was feeling funky,
a fright.
she dropped a nut on,
Karen the kite,
who was in flight one starry night.
As Lil the parrot continued to trill,
while
Marsha the mammoth grew quite still,
to much noise was making her ill,
gave her the shakes
and
Nosey Nancy the ant came up out of her mound
to see what was shaking the ground all around.
Olive the ostrich bent all her knees,
standing straight was making her sneeze!
Then
Penelope the porcupine trotted on by
to keep an appointment with
Quirky the quill,
she was the queen of everything,
she was quite mean.
pushing
Ruth the rambling rabbit into,
Silly sue who was a sea lion and lived in Sillyville,
and lived there still.
Alongside
Terrible Tonya the Tonga tiger,
who danced with,
Uncelet Uris who came from the north,
because of to many Tonga dancers rolling tires back abd forth.
Violet the vampire bat flew down to show
Wilson Lucille the very large whale,
how to stay out of jail.
she had a tendency you see,
to hang out with
Xantus, the hummingbird,
who lived on a yacht with a
Yak Zack ,
and stole yogurt by the lot.
Finally to tired to tired to chat anymore,
Alison, Beverly, Charlotte, Danny, Eli, Francis, Gwenda, Helen, Ivy, Jay,
Karen, Lil, Marsha, Nancy, Olive, Penelope, Quirky, Ruth, Sue, Tonya, Uris, Violet, Wilson Lucille, Xantus, and Yak Zak
fell asleep on the floor.
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Categories:
sea lion, 1st grade, animal, children,
Form:
Rhyme