Ocean Crab Poems

a tiny sand crab
burrowing deeply
beneath hot sands
sunbathing at
the seaside
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The crab on the salty sandy sod,   
Making his way to the cold sea,
This odd crustacean decapod,
Crabbiest thing in the briny deep.

Yet, there...

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crickle crackle stamp stamp stamp
tiny corpulent marchers track up the sand
crickle crackle wow wow wow
I stand back, watching them come
pincher alert...

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When we were still young
The beach was wider here.
Fifty years of erosion will do that.
An inlet from the sea ran in
On the back side of...

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C is for Crabs in the ocean
R is for Radiant under water
A is for Amazing creatures
B is for Beautiful just the way you are...

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Young Portunidae,
tiny paddles,
rotating 
full speed;
your motor blades,
making waves.

Sun-radiated 
psychedelic,
dyed waves
glinting;
shimmering
liquid Crayola
color box
are the
waters mirroring
your elegance.


Note: The lovely Blue Crab is a member of the family...

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Grains of sand 
hiding small burrows;
every tiny sand crabs, the Emerita Analoga
needs its burrow.
intense sunlight’s warm but
has its dangers, even for a tiny crab’s skin.
xiphosurans,...

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A Shadorma

Kicking up
sun baked sands on beach
sand crab snaps
naked toe
permanent tattoo buried
a toenail sculpture.


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Tiny sand crab hides
Burrowed deep in the beach sand.
Sometimes a sand crab
May get stepped on, they’ll remind
You harshly, watch where you step
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Building castles on a sandy beach
I left to gather up more sand
But, in one castle, a shock
Ran through my wind-blown locks
Castle, occupied 
Sand crab resides
Pinched...

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Shadows on the sand; little crabs following mama.

Shadows follow everyone but, crabs can burrow to hide; I can’t.

It’s ok, my shadow is friendly with me...

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white snow crab must wade
in oily, thick, blackened tides...
dressed in widow's garbs

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Crab in seashell squats
Until hermit does not fit -
House swaps are a must....

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Beware the crabs, going across the street 
have to get to the ocean 
to lay their precious eggs. 

Copyright Cynthia Jones 
Oct.11/2005 

Got this idea...

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Slept on a bed of mermaid tears.
Dreamt in mother of pearl and aquamarine.
In a jaded whirlpool of crystal rainbows
I grew fins and gills made of...

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