Yellow Words—Used 10 times in the poem
Under the warm yellow sun
floating on the calm Yellow Sea
fishing for the sweet tasting yellow fin tuna.
My mouth waters at the thought of
tuna steaks slathered in spicy yellow mustard
while my old yellow lab snoozing on
my bright yellow rain slicker will have his share covered
in a yellow egg yolk sauce.
I tie the yellow lure to the leader anticipating
a rugged fight with the ferocious tuna.
A wayward yellow canary, blown to sea by the wind,
lands on my cabin roof. Perhaps I will have good luck.
I wear my yellow tinted sunglasses and look to starboard as
I prepare to stalk the elusive tuna.
There are the days
When everything seems fine,
But on the calm water
There is a shark fin.
Just like you,
Smiling at me,
It could possibly mean
That am dramatically wrong.
2 June 2022
Fin Whales are listed as, endangered
and are the second largest animal, on our planet
they swim in, California, Coral Triangle and Artic waters
and the ridge on their back, is nicknamed “razorback”
They have an unusual feature, as their lower left jaw
is just black, and lower right jaw, is bright white
They circle schools of fish, with their white side facing
to densify their prey, for an easy catch of fish
Commercial whaling, has killed hundreds of thousands
for oil, meat and baleen, to feed greedy humans
Iceland needs to end, their commercial annihilation
and we all need to end, climate change and pollution
fin slices surface
mortality approaches
seals leap to safety
Fin de Partie. End of party.
Fin. The end. The end.
Littered streets, for it was hearty;
First rapture to dead-end.
You were the first, the last, Cherie-
The drumbeat of my heart.
Now the sun's like a cherry,
And shadows will soon start!
Fin de partie. Now the party's done;
And fervor and joys just past.
The fun we had-second to none!
All knew it could not last.
Fin de partie. And the end of a dream-
Spilled wine glasses tell wild tales!
Colored lights still glitter and gleam,
Somehow sad when reason prevails.
Fin. Fin. The rare end, mon ami;
A rosy era has just died.
And never again are we carefree,
And no more starry-eyed.
Three year olds, really baffle me, they act like their forty, while still looking three, their angry and little, and cute as can be, while talking , some lines, like “I’m getting angry”, the bestest of friends, the truest of mates, they’ll walk in your house, no shutting your gate, they’ll eat all your food, and trump in your bed, they’ll walk through the garden, and look in your shed, they’ll eat all your cookies, and chocolate and crisps, no diet for them, no weight on their hips, My very best friend, my very best mate, my new year, my Christmas, my only date, my nemesis, my villain, my hero, my crook, my number one fan, while I’m reading a book, my duet, my author, my canvas, my page, my love gets stronger, and stronger with age, my mini little chunk, my mini little Thor, with every breath, The more I adore, without you here, I know this so clear, my life would be empty, and still full of fear, all that is good and all that is free, this three year old hero, called Finley
There’s a fin in the water
What’s its path?
Is it toward
Or has it passed
There’s a fin in the water
What’s its movement?
Is it curved
Or is it straight
There’s a fin in the water
Oh
It’s a shark
There’s a fast swimmer
In the water
He’s making a path
Straight to the edge
So he will last
Authors note
This poem has been Censored
Doctor Pain used to prescribe more-fin
Until a patient put some in his gin
He drank like a fish
And made a weird wish
Opioid cocktail submerged his last grin
**********
A sex-change doc recommended morphin'
Prescribed a load of testosterone
As body parts changed
And brains rearranged
Man's higher nature was swiftly orphaned
Go ahead then
Let it end.
I can't pretend it matters anymore.
The door
Is on the floor
And I am at the threshold
Inhaling the fresh old air
From the land of I Don't Care
Where hope and glory
Have no story
And nothing reigns
On the plains in Spain
Though the cards remain
There's no one left
To finish the game.
comme une fleur
si douce si délicate
tu me demandes encore
pourquoi je t`embrasse qu`avec mon esprit
si éloigné
j`ai peur je ne veux
pas te casser
She turns up the music to hide the sobs
Blade meets wrist for a final encounter
Red tears come streaming, staining the ground as they fall
Silence encompasses the room despite all of the noise
In my nest (next) life
give me, rock hard commitments
unwavering strengths of true love
pomegranate lips full of passion
colored within deep ruby red
promises
skin darken with airbrushed, coppered
bronze
heated under muscled saintly sin (skin)
hair as dark as the unseeing
night
mix with wanting and rub
heated under wet intentions
licked and breath in
hold and screams
shake and moan
till reLife (relief) sucks me in
passions of the two
soaked in the juicy fruit
of wet pounding
wiggles of sweet sweat
loud deep sound of breathing
unrecognizable words of panting
and where to heart meet and
none can pull apart...
(fin = end)
A certain breed of shark that swims in the sea
provides an expensive Chinese delicacy.
Many connoisseurs find this ingredient tasty.
It is used to make soup most commonly.
Not very much of these shark fins are sold.
They are rare, and almost worth their weight in gold.
That poor shark is on the brink of extinction
because its fins provide a food of distinction.
Lacking a dorsal fin, the human being
is ill-suited to his very constitution,
relying rather on ambition and threads of fantasy to
carry him to places a fish cares not to see
many in this group
chicken enhanced shark fin soup…
fresh fish on the loop
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