In river tombs, patrolled by bull shark sentries,
sifting through the heartbeat of centuries
for fossilized teeth of terrifying behemoths
who never laid eyes on the many faces of man
would have devoured him if given the chance
a mineralized tooth and *****sapien hand
meeting where oceans and rivers dance
in the silt of Pliocene dreams.
Categories:
bull shark, adventure,
Form: Free verse
Beneath the warm and tranquil surface,
lurks a monster, a huge shark relentless and fierce;
cruel, he swims in circles waiting to attack,
an innocent, oblivious, poet gliding.
A real poet-eater with great razor sharp words,
beware of this savage destroyer of poets;
he is heartless and brutal maybe a bull shark,
because he likes warmth and attacks poems.
He is a coward who lurks beneath the surface,
if he should come close while you are a-drifting by;
just give him a sharp wack on his ugly big snout,
send him fleeing- a coward always runs away.
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December 15, 2018
Poetry/Verse/Beneath the Tranquil
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1094-613-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Categories:
bull shark, imagination,
Form: Verse