How calm and serene is the blue lake today.
In delight over the surface, some breams jump high.
From afar I spy swans gliding my way,
Warm sun invites birds to fly up in the azure sky.
Beneath a tree, my love rests near me and I utter a sigh.
OCEAN BOTTOM VIEWED-
On that day my soul grew midstream, midstream;
I threw my Antarctic upon the floor;
They are perfumed from unseen sunken breams;
There Venusians underscored treasures;
Act all that’s from out my heart does measures;
Oceans surrounding submissive pleasures;
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I heard domestic, marine oiling;
My smallmouth bass, I could not awaken;
Seas crave the endogenous, temps boiling;
Sharp tooth sharks swim for fish for the taken;
Darken shadowed waters covered stricken;
Sea starfish broke dead floating silken;
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In their stepped a vibratory sea bass;
Shark bite, I crave the saturnine south seas;
An echo from ocean floor hollered back;
Above and below ocean mangrove trees;
Also threw my whiting on the shore of seas;
Was a standout, breakout stout watery breeze?
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When thinking of underwater ocean
Acts seaweed in liquid torrent motion?
6/4/19
Your Choice, Any Form, Any Theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
On that day my soul grew midstream, midstream;
I threw my Antarctic upon the floor;
They are perfumed from unseen sunken breams;
There Venusian's underscored treasures;
Take all that’s from out my heart does measures;
Oceans surrounding submissive pleasures;
I heard a domestic, marine oiling;
My small mouth bass, I could not awaken;
Seas crave the endogenous, temps boiling;
Sharp tooth sharks swim for fish for the taken;
Darken shadowed waters covered stricken;
Sea starfish broken dead floating silken;
In their stepped a vibratory sea bass;
Shark bate, I crave the saturnine south seas;
An echo from ocean floor hollered back;
above and below ocean mangrove trees;
also threw my whiting on shore of seas;
Was standout, breakout stout watery breeze;
When thinking of underwater ocean
Think seaweed in liquid torrent motion ?
3/30/19
Urban Sonnet Poetry Contest
Sonnet poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
Cry for us
The misunderstood
Who go though life
Seeking joy and happiness
That we might share
With all of those
Who’s life’s we touch
Yet we fail
Time and again
Joy to dust and sorrow
In darkness we walk
Seeking light ever lasting
Finding only glimpses
Fleeing breams of light
Too quickly lost
Lost again to the dark
Always we look
Always we hope
Walking in the dark
Misunderstood
Last great Adventure
The road had, for some strange, mysterious reason, beckoned.
There was to be one more great adventure, I had reckoned.
Alone ?, maybe ?, - this fair haired, green eyed Lady –
would she consider being my companion ?, just maybe
she will contemplate, join me – this autumn green
eyed beauty – as in my wildest of breams seen.
Journeys End
I have come back to a lesser place, than before.
My Princess no longer – closeness no more –
After the plane landed – she seem to close the door
on all the beauty we shared – from shore to shore.
I wonder ?, where will she take us – to what place ?,
what plane ?, what will be my fate ?, what will I face ?,
during the days to come ?, photos, memories, out of the race ?
or will she ignore and encourage me to give up the chase ?
B, J. “A ” 2
September 7th 2007