fluorescent yellow paint
I paint a sun
center of a flower
stripes of a dinosaur
giant tulip with peach tips
eyes of a cat
dots on a ladybug
clown fish fin
butterfly wings
Dots on a mushroom house
fluorescent yellow paint
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
gray seagulls and dolphins begin jumping and flying around the sea
knowing that soon they will be graced with honor of mysterious she
Sheba appears daily after the clown fish pave the way for her glance.
teensy guppies and turtles are there too, taking an educated chance.
Sheba is the head mermaid of the Mediterranean Sea today.
she listens to conch shells, and she gives the fishes her say.
words of advice they need to stay safe from the sharks and more.
many turtles have swam out here from the far distance shore.
My first experience into an ocean...
Full of life, flowing flawlessly,
Sheltering the creatures inside endlessly,
He's not afraid of any force
Potent enough to create vortex vigorously...
I stepped into his heart with care,
I couldn't blink seeing the beauty of nature,
Realising that the ocean has a story to share,
I lost myself in the mesmerising sphere...
Butterfly fish, Kissing fish,
I saw Blue tang and Clown fish,
Clouds of tiny water droplets were forming,
When they were swimming in the atmosphere of mist...
I also felt like a mermaid in water,
He gently caressed my brown hair,
It was looking exceptionally blue that day,
Absorbing all the echoes of my laughter...
If in depression or stress, it can be the cure,
A place of happiness for sure,
I never had such a wonderful day before,
My ears could hear that waves were hugging the shore...
Written by~
Rashmi Kaushik
#MyDynamicEmotions????
My happy place can be the beaches,
Or they can be the mountains...
I love flying in the air,
Though I prefer travelling by trains...
I climbed up at the top of hills with care,
Shouted my name courageously but a little scared...
I realised that an ocean can have a story to share,
I lost myself in the mesmerising sphere...
Butterfly fish, Kissing fish,
I saw Blue tang and Clown fish,
Clouds of tiny water droplets were forming,
Long pine trees were attention holding...
I also felt like a mermaid in water,
Gently caressing my brown hair,
The sky was exceptionally blue that day,
Mountains absorbed my echoes on the way...
If in depression reach the mountains,
Go to beaches if the heart has stains...
My ears could hear that waves were hugging the shore,
My favourite places of happiness for sure...
Written by~
Rashmi Kaushik
#MyDynamicEmotions????
Turquoise circus leopard could transmogrify when he took a notion.
Appearing as a shark, whale, or clown fish, swimming inside an ocean.
When he reappeared as a leopard he often retained his blue color.
He’s an embarrassment said his sister, his aunt and his brother.
But he is also beautiful, argued his father, and his sixth-grade teacher.
He is way too high-spirited and spiritual, argued the Baptist preacher.
In a few years, turquoise circus leopard began studying the sky.
Now after he transmogrifies into a cardinal, we watch him fly by!
In a circle
Of first graders
Who looked out
With suspicious eyes
On the playground
Next to the
jungle gym
No breaching would realize
A little hand
Reached out
to bravely
Pull me inside
His little heart
Knew in protection
Exclusion
Still divides
Perhaps as myself
He's stood in the outs
Or had earned some rank
In the friendship scouts
Whatever the reason
for bravery shown he was
and will be the clown fish
to this prickly anemone
sea anemone
clown fish hides in tentacles ~
not an enemy
It was a battle like no other.
We lost my daddy and my brother.
My relatives continued to screech.
The day those aggressive clown fish took the beach.
The battle was savage, the rewards given to others.
We had sad eels, squids, and octopus mothers.
Those clown fish ruined our lives that day.
But I guess all is fair in war in the fishy wishy bay.
Nautilus to ear the echo resounds
in tones of soft caress;
I ride waves of notes to Neptune’s lair,
where seahorses dance,
prance among the emerald sea grass.
Mermaid song amid the waves
lingers in the gray cells,
like a magical elixir;
hypnotic dreams invade
and I am enamored of
the mesmeric clown fish,
that pass me by in playful jest.
A manatee, a finned teddy-bear
floats by an in the distance
I detect whale-song;
the chords of hope
that resonate throughout
Gaia’s womb;
a recording of
her heartbeat.
1-14-2022
A STRAND (1052) Poetry Contest
BrianStrand
Awoken by the sun shining through the ocean surface.
My scales give off a glow.
Good morning to the blue.
A mirror of the sky.
Spiraling endlessly upwards and downwards.
Further and further I go.
Coral labyrinths surround me.
Hiding small lives in themselves.
The growing forest of the reefs seem to rise and bend.
Where no one reaches.
Darkness below hides secrets far beyond the unknown.
Whales shall embark on a journey to where a new world meets.
Tell me if I should go,should I follow them?
Or await for the clown fish to sleep in anemones.
I'll take off to the roars of the lion fish.
Feel Poseidon's currents push me with ease.
Until I can feel the beach breeze.
Vast is the world I live in.
Where shells are the households of those within.
Deeper and deeper I go.
Past the squid,past the octopus.
Here is where many are destined to go blind.
The jellyfish stars come out.
Once the sea turns into the night sky.
On the surface down below is where I lie.
Far from where my tail drags behind me.
Everything fades into illumination as my eyes close before me.
My dreams are covered in the brightest dark.
And everything comes to a stop.
The moon,
Just past full,
Calls down to the coral.
Lunar ballad pierces
Sea’s briny top soil.
Amorous chords
Penetrate past clown fish
Past pygmy sea-horses
Past the anemone’s crown of thorns
Into the stony castle’s womb
Igniting a blizzard torrent of gametes,
Kaleidoscopic confetti
Hurtles toward the surface
Reaching. touching, meeting
Achieving consummation
In the undulating reflection of
The moon.
KDavis
Mongoose can rarely tell the time. It is relevant to in flight formation to adjust the seconds using buffalo horns. Wild driving of a boat by a dalmatian on a sunset lake. Spots are great. They talk to the clown fish. And using wind wipers in dust is just not very practical. It just causes disturbance to the passing wings of gala bugs who gather in frequency at bull parades. But always at low altitudes as attitudes can be additional structures whose ******** is often not a purpose. Poach a duck? How absurd. Tree style formation in stamping flapping grinning hooded dance. Try not to fall into a biscuit tin when spinning. It is not very interesting. Shapes are ships and ships rise so don't contact Michigan mouse as it is unhelpful and uncaring and will not pack the apples into the correct pattern. Fear not. Feed not. Fraternity with frogs no no no. Potent is portrayal but powers stem from rocks and branches. Quadratic clouds. Symbology. *** quadraphonic *** hexagons'. Haha mishpah xxxx havens. *** clap.*** done. A sub consciousness soil erupting out then gone. Whoosh. ***
LIVING IN THE DEEP BLUE SEA
Sparkling sea with water so blue.
Swimming with fish,sharks,whales.
For dinner we eat seaweed and kale.
All my friends live here too.
A mermaid that lives in the water.
Arieal what a beautiful name.
Deep in the sea there's no fire or flame.
She's the king of the sea's daughter.
We have one thing in common"red hair".
Ocean living is a great place to be.
Life is wonderful in the deep blue sea.
We both are about loving and being fair.
I love to fish and she is a fish.
Jelly fish,clown fish and a sea horse.
Out of water things couldn't get worse.
If things got that bad she'ld make a wish.
She has a cartoon,movie and a book.
A special mermaid that children love.
Lives under the ocean and not above.
If you tried you can't catch her on a hook.
Teresa Skyles
Entered in Linda Marie's"Disney"contest.
Could it be I’m using the wrong bait?
Perhaps what I need is more “a-lure”
To attract and win the perfect mate
My heart stays open, intentions pure
Perhaps what I need is more “a-lure”
I cast my line; only sharks biting
My heart stays open, intentions pure
Swarming in schools; all uninviting
I cast my line; only sharks are biting
Angel fish elude; clown fish giggle
Swarming in schools; all uninviting
I try new bait; nary a nibble
Angel fish elude; clown fish giggle
Barracudas chase dream fish away
I try new bait; nary a nibble
Life swims past as my hair fades to gray
Barracudas chase dream fish away
Murky Water; the future’s unclear
Life swims past as my hair fades to gray
My pulse quickens as sunset draws near
Murky Water; the future's unclear
Would it require a full makeover?
My pulse quickens as sunset draws near
Life sets limits on our do-overs
Would it require a full makeover
To attract and win the perfect mate?
Life sets limits on our do-overs
Could it be I’m using the wrong bait?
For Jared’s contest: “The Pantoum”
* Had to revise to adhere to this form.
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