Best Tilapia Poems
You asked me important questions yesterday
And wanted me to answer them in December;
But I’ve offered to answer you this very day,
Before the end of the month of September.
Hope my honest answers will make your day
As you prepare to walk through November.
“What makes you always happy and ever strong?
Even when like tilapia you’re thrown in deep sea?
Though you can’t swim, you sing a favorite song!
What indeed changes your agony into glee?
What calms you down amid a hostile throng?
Why are you positive like an evergreen tree?
“You do not seem to fear summer or severe winter
The winds may blow like death across your soul;
Unfairness may rain on you like the el-nino rains;
And thrust you down; almost fainting to the floor;
But you bounce right back to the top of mountains
Are you made of sponge that absorbs every blow?”
Well, well, listen to me O friend of my heart
I am not an angel but a mortal human being,
Just like any other person, I feel pain and I do hurt.
I have tons of tears to shed but also a song to sing;
I can agonize as I carefully organize a music concert
And on rough days my rare favorite songs I sing.
You want to know the reason why I keep positive?
Positive because I’ve got an altogether positive Savior.
When the tempest raged, the sea became negative,
It was deadly dark and the fog didn’t want to clear—
For even the skies were gloomy and utterly negative.
But Jesus; my positive Savior took away my fear!
Through the pain, I have learned to love Him more.
Now I know His voice better; twice He spoke to me;
I know His footsteps in battle; thrice He went before
He gives me joy and peace and hope—at stormy sea.
Yes, I am only human but my Savior is in control.
That’s why I’m happy-all my being goes aglow.
Categories:
tilapia, friendship,
Form:
Rhyme
I've got a dish of killifish
I wish to eat that silly fish
Baked, or fried in peanut oil
Roasted, dried, or let to boil.
Make me a star-gazy pie
Take me to the Catfish Fry
Lead me to the China Sea
Feed me hermit crabs and brie.
Help me out with rainbow trout
Salt and thyme and wedge of lime
Filet of sole, or snapper red,
Served up whole, or just the head.
Meals of eels caught on reels
You're the star with caviar
Butter clams served with yams
Can't say no to salmon roe.
Tuna eyes baked in pies
Oh so daring pickled herring
In the lurch for snails and perch
Ring the bells for cockle shells.
Canned sardines on toast with greens
Sturgeon, sprat, and stuff like that
Grouper, pike, that's what I like
Smelt and bream that make me dream.
Cajun shrimp for my new pimp
Lutefisk and lobster bisque
Flying squid and yellowfin
Silver carp and capelin.
Give to me a plate of oyster
Eat them raw, that way they're moister
Tilapia and tiger prawn
Eat them 'til my hunger's gone.
Hake or krill would be a thrill
Bass and shad will make me glad
Tasty crappie makes happy
Give a nod to Greenland cod
Oo! I'd like a northern pike
Barramundi served on Sunday
Grouper, alligator gar,
Halibut or no cigar.
Amberjack atop hardtack
Pan-fried kipper for the skipper
Mackerel, tasty as hell,
Lox and mullet down the gullet.
Kokanee or marlin blue
Arowana, bowfin too
Bring to me your soups and stews
Sing for me the dogfish blues.
Categories:
tilapia, animal, fish, fishing, food,
Form:
Rhyme
A ripe body of Adolescence, nuzzled by beauty
on which hair is polished by crystals and sapphire
but lacks in the garrison of virtues and patriotism
becoming blind to the significance of its own felicity.
So gullible is its owner, that Dorian Gray is her preferred suitor,
so false are her choices like bringing Tilapia to Canada to strive.
Protracted human disasters have not altered her Oestrus
yet barren even with the plethora of fertile males
she's an ignorant keeper and owner of a unique talisman
causing a huge surveillance from selfish sugar daddies.
In the midst of her turmoil, she stays ludic
inflicted with so much pain but cry so rhapsodic.
Swimming with the fast in pretentious avocation
entertaining in self deceit, through every dulcet move.
Well formed mouth without a beak and limbs with soft knees;
her metamorphosis should be complete, yet a chrysalis she remains.
A complete turnaround requires an economic Hasidism
for the existing gross mediocrity to be evanescent
then refined existence in juxtaposition between an idyllic present
to a radiant future would be once again fully established.
Categories:
tilapia, education, environment, planet, political,
Form:
Epic
Only this moment,only now I have;
Lot of gaps between glass and lip;
Please add me another bottle,
More plates of tilapia pepper soup,
One more for me,one one more for my sweetie
And let the music play on,preferably that track:
I am a nowmania :
Rock me , rock me, anyhow
Honey baby rock me now
One life,one time;rock me now
Better is a nowmania
Than tomorrow millionaire
One life,one time; rock me now...
Kayod5,
26th Dec,2014.
Categories:
tilapia, fun,
Form:
Verse
Our ashes have settled on the cliff of pride
while the seed of today sprouts your frailty beginning.
We have at last seen the face of our god
which you have not even learned to utter
or never will at all.
Your intelligence gave you power that
failed the comprehension of our yesterfathers.
You built humans in just a sprinkle of semen
on to the skin of alligators and ants
on to the stem of a bee and the sting of a plant.
And you called them your sons
And you called them your kind.
The burrowed earths have no more riches
and they are left unpalatable to worms,
no more worms even
for even these decomposers
learn to tire feeding on your greed
no more shades of blue in the putrid waters
to which this bottle was thrown,
to which this letter longed to swim with your same species
that can never be in our family tree
for it has grown dead atop the impotent soil.
How we wished that your sons wished they
were with us in the time when
sparrows roared in the Kamagong tree when
wild boars chirped in the dancing bamboos when
the snow-like smokes breathed in the cone of Mayon when
the bangus and tilapia worshipped the nets of the singing fishermen.
How we wished they wished they knew.
How we wished they wished they saw.
© 04-11-13
Categories:
tilapia, earth day,
Form:
Verse
With a wide-eyed grin he slowly dangles his catch
a silvery tilapia- first of the first batch
gingerly gripping the slimy water dweller
to unhook the hook on that unlucky feller.
Reaching out graciously, tactile and slim in form
tiny fingers picking a squirmy little worm
a beautifully presented live dinner bait
for some sweet and sour fish on his glass dinner plate.
Categories:
tilapia, adventure, food, nature
Form:
Rhyme
Rapturous noise from the sky;
makes dark clouds to shed crocodile tears,
as heavy wind blows,
sand,paper and polythenes fly and float
all through and through...
Many roofing sheets beat the drum
like a loud dirge;
The roads sweep clean as
the breeze whistles along,
And the heaven..opens!,
As rain drops heavily...
thorough bath for the trees in the forest,
the cars packed in open spaces in the cities,
and roofs of buildings.
..And some air pollutants dissolve to form solutions.
The hard soil opens to swallow these
drops hungrily and the dead hidden seeds
spout out and new cotyledons appear,
dry swamps become living marsh lands,
Breathing and stilt roots of red and white
mangroves are now active and alive.
Mud fish and cat fish dance for joy;
praying mantis prayers answered as
the frogs and toads hop and croak
for coitus with their females;
ducks and ducklings waggle their tail feathers
as celestial aqua touches their bodies;
Tilapia and grilse synchronize together,
while dogs and goats run for shade.
The chameleon licks drops of water with its retractable
tongue,as the Mole prepares to build with soft clay;
Farmers burn incense to the almighty
for these drops;hoping for a better harvest;
Continuous raindrops turn into
avalanche of water; flood!
fast-moving water sweeping through the city;
coast and littoral zones overflowing with aqua,
properties destroy,life lost and homes submerge;
Government calls for evacuation.
Contest:"RAINDROPS FALLING" sponsored by Carol Brown
Categories:
tilapia, nature, science, water, fish,
Form:
Free verse
Ms. Dolly has something with things
that a naked eye can’t see.
Once she went for dinner;
a charming date,
and a plate of fine cuisine.
A plate of tilapia fish was right in front of her.
She could see an eye looking straight
at her – still and unblinking. She felt as though
the fish was staring right at her.
She gasped in terror,
as though she had seen a ghost.
“Are you okay dear?” her lover asked.
“It’s the fish!” she said.
Her lover thought that it was the pepper;
he ordered her another fish,
this time without pepper. Another still,
unblinking eye she saw – she gasped once
again.
“What’s wrong now, honey?” he asked.
“The eyes!” she said, her face
flashing in terror.
Her lover then thought her eyes had a problem.
“I’ll get you the best optician in town,” he promised her.
“I can’t stand all what I’m seeing!” she said, amid
breaking whispers….
Date of Entry: 8/27/2016
Categories:
tilapia, fear, funny, humor, humorous,
Form:
Narrative
Growing up that age,we‘ve grown out
Of mothers bosom into streets,
With sown leather that bounces
Up and down among us,
Gone far and wide, swimming in lakes
Of Spirogyra green and tea brown water,
Caught the silvery tilapia and slippery heels as game,
And sold them for bread,
Self inflicted hungered, afflicted;
Though large ladles were waiting,
The rowdy rascal would returned
With impunity and stumped to their leftover;
And Shepherds echoed and neigh expressed
Our wandering out and about.
Now that we 've outgrown,
We have left such things that made a lad again,
And looked toward the future
When we would be father-like
To little ones,
We shall spit out and bellow nothing to naughty
While to them the beds they would lay,
And dose and dream of carbuncles, sapphire and crystal rocks,
Floating oarless in the breeze of aquamarine riches
And falling into bottomless abyss,
Till clock crow it is soon morning,
And woke with tears all stick up to faces,
Categories:
tilapia, childhood
Form:
Free verse
Soon after Simon and Jesus had arrived in Capernaum
Temple tax Collectors came for the two drachma sum
In questioning Simon as to whether Jesus would pay
Responding "Yes He will" and that was all Peter would say
So as Simon entered the house where Jesus was staying
What do you think now Simon as Jesus began saying
In the simple knowing that Jesus has never been wrong
Of course His argument was persuasive beyond strong
Peter was quick to see and so he too did agree
Though Jesus said unto him to just allow it to be
For He then sent Peter down to the sea to catch a fish
Knowing about the Lord Jesus you probably know about this
As with that, as Jesus had said, the first fish Peter had caught
There sitting in its mouth was what those collectors had sought
As is the sky and the land and this the ocean that He created
Let not His Power or His Glory upon you ever be dissipated
Tilapia
Categories:
tilapia, fishing, jesus,
Form:
Rhyme
With the gaiety of geisha girl
Like the antics of tilapia´s tail -
Left, right; left, right; left, right...
Omo o, eeipe e dagba
Omo o, eeipe e dagba o
Kekere jojolo la bi tiwa
Omo o , eeipe e dagba o
Holler, holler in our gorgeous lace
Chesting out our priceless jewel
Adoring Lord for his infinitive grace
His love is deeper than any well.
Omo o, eeipe e dagba ...
He has caused us to dance today
Our joy is full, our art is fun
March 17 he has granted our merry day -
The day Princess Amogemola was born.
Omo o, eeipe e dagba...
Ways may be rough, life may be tough
Still we shall exalt His holy name
Who has given us reasons to laugh
Whose gift to us is now a dame.
Omo o, eeipe e dagba...
Herzlichen Glückwunsch zum Geburtstag our baby girl
With you life is good and well.
Omo o, eeipe e dagba...
Categories:
tilapia, birthday, daughter,
Form:
Lyric
In that season when the wind blew
A love note, remains timeless and still
A conversation of close-knit tone began
And abideth like day and night till...
We, two beings, entwined in spirit
Have the pleasure of owning the world
The shadows remain just as long
Time limited as ever before
Sweet sunshine cures our love
To a smooth velvety silk
Our stream is cool like the furthest cloud
Our fierce fire is contained within our wings
We’ve had chance to dance to our laughter
The roar which destines anguish in to blue seas
Where each wave rises and crashes in rhythm
The tune of a pair bound by a single algorithm
In our world there is a lake of clear waters
Where my boat once dropped a shank
There was a ragged shore that threatened one
Not to go that far, a timid breeze that bent reeds
Cute and slow like the tilapia dorsals, from the bamboo
Grove nearby a call from a lazy quail to its roaming mate
A bubble of black water from upstream where ungrateful
humans lived, a piece of cloth drifting on the stiff waters.
That was all to see and hear.
I could hope and learn from the evening toss
Of the lake how the lone quail earned its keep
But the lake was dead silent
In that brief moment of time stasis
A fable has it that the goddess of the lake
Would come to accept the sun’s goodbye
Alas! Behold the lake was a flaming pan
Like ripe red chilies in a windy sunny day
Behind the hanging clouds that evening, stood
In a frock of the pattern of the floating cloth
A succulent beauty, long nose, creamy teeth
Whose long tresses will my days and hers entwined
Categories:
tilapia, adventure, africa, best friend,
Form:
Verse
My feet are yearning for dance,
Wishing to roll like cone on its tip;
My hands too,wishing to swing
Like eagle taking a flight;
I wish to wind my waist,
Like Tilapia on a gaiety mission.
But where is sparrow?
Where has nightingale gone to?
Please come back sparrow,
Come now nightingale,
Come and sing me your sweet songs;
My feet are yearning for dance.
Your songs are my first aid,
Like mouth to mouth respiration,
They ignite and awaken my nerves ;
And when I hear your lyric,
Like angels in morning service,
My feet yearn for dance.
My feet are yearning for dance,
Wishing to roll like a cone on its tip;
My hands are yearning to swing,
Like eagle taking a flight;
I wish to wind my waist,
Like a Tilapia on a gaiety mission;
But where is sparrow and nightingale?
I say where is my Donna Jones?
Categories:
tilapia, friendship, poetess,
Form:
Verse
As dogs eat dogs,and cats eat the intestine of
the cats, I watch with keen interest.
Trees fall over trees,
sun gazes with great intensity
as cloud whispers in thick darkness
and the sky belches loudly,
I watch with keen interest.
As shark swallows the tilapia and
the tilapia the tadpoles and phytoplantons,
the sea boils to a very high temperature,
making its abode uncomfortable,
The frogs and crabs have to relocate,
I watch with keen interest.
The flower displays its beauty for a little while,
and turns grey suddenly,
This makes the butterfly to become angry,
angry!for this cosmetic display;
I watch with keen interest.
Fallen leaves float on water surface,
Not cared for nor remembered;oblivion persists,
The lion screams and the forest is deserted,
as the ants and bees prepare for war,
I adjusted my cornea and iris
to watch more of this scenario.
What will finally happen?
what will the lower animals do?
What about the summit of the seven gorillas(G7)?
Would the jungle law be obeyed?
*Personification mixed with Metaphors*
OLUSEGUN AROWOLO
CONTEST:"What do you make of this? sponsored by Debbie Guzzi.
RE-entry for The Contest:"Take Two" sponsored by Nette Onclaud 4-03-2014
Categories:
tilapia, life, metaphor, people,
Form:
Free verse
Erinle
Eventide.
Night unclads at the riverside
with her gown perfumed with silence
slowly droping on a mat of
clams and gasping tilapia.
Pillow of pebbles that turns into gold
when the morning sun kisses
the earth with Midas lust.
Her eyes searches every ripple
returning from errands unsent
to her bare thighs.
The exiled moon returns home
to inspire the chicken-hearted lover
on his thousandth unread love-letter.
An anthill poised like a forgotten god
standing on the border
of a lost territory
on whose sacred shrine
now stands the cricifix.
Invocations awakens
the river god sleep-walking to her bed.
She births the fishermen
fortunes on nets, fish hooks
and the praise of proud housewives.
Morning takes desperate strides
to take the glory of night
when the fishers bow before the black sun
that warms the heart of Africa
inconsolably mourning her sons
that were dumb at home
but now sings her songs in a strange land.
Categories:
tilapia, nature,
Form:
Blank verse