The experience came fast
As streams flooded my soul
I had thought of an encounter coming
But slowly slowly it walked away from my worldview
Time is such a tiny vehicle
Driving life away from plan
I least expected streams to vomit water like a sinking body
The experience came prepared
Forming river links in my soul
Even in my dream
Rivers keep running after me
I could see ornaments coming along too
I lost fishes to the running splash
Fishes i had feed with the sand of life
Life is so vegetative in the pond
And fishes are interspersed among grasses
The experience came wild
Along with rain to share a particular relationship with time
Today
A beautiful sun is set above us
Giving us a flourishing light
As cassava stems
Stand looking gracious
I believe the last face of the sky
Gives hope in abundance
Today is faithful with us
And it's close to the end of everything
Some things, one can't quantify.
There are so many stars in the sky.
I can't count the ocean's fishes,
or one little girl's wishes.
On Christmas, many people eat
The feast of seven fishes,
With salted cod and smelts and eel
Among the many dishes.
There also might be shrimp and calamari,
Clams and mussels,
Prepared by Mom or Nonna
Who, for hours, sweats and bustles.
But as a Jew, I might partake
Of fishes of my own,
The kind that every New York
Bagel lover’s ever known –
There’s sturgeon, whitefish, sable,
Plus baked salmon and some Nova
And belly lox, depending on
The people coming ovah.
To make it seven, you could add
Some herring made with wine
Or cream sauce, or some mackerel;
They all would work out fine.
No matter what your fishes are,
To those who celebrate,
Have a very Merry Christmas day
And Gey Gezunteheyt!* (pronounced Gay Guzzinta Hayt)
*Go in good health (in Yiddish)
From rags to fishes
Fishing for lessons of life
(hint/hit) me with the stick
In realms where wishes
and fishes
live underwater like
camels hoping for water
not sand....
lives a dream
that has never been
reviewed
Like a window that is jammed,
this one has never been
un-latched !
Please love me in completion
That you have seduced me
into the cuspuss of having
Only then to say that their are
Others
To claim it's natural to be mean
and uncaring, sorts the very dignity
Of Savant people
The ruins of your past relationships
are uncovered
Revealing the architecture of our
demise
Speak me as yours to restore the
decency of saved and never-savaged
Peoples
A nurtured land to bare the fruits
Of our labor
That our togetherness is neither in vain
or unwanted
To each ends and in full supply might
From Phat or Fat
Tricking a man to
Marry
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we be together
To devalue the terms of being used
and neglected
That we as one might never see suffering
as a means of punishing ones
Preferences and misgivings
Oh love perfectioned in trust
Speak me as yours
Might I sort the fruited plains
For our wines
Here rest my oars.
A killick thrown to the school of fishes,
To still my boat from the peering waves.
Fishy-wishy scatter as water splatters,
Like wood chips flying when the pickaxe strikes.
A ship draws near, but my killick blocks its kiss—
Its stale mouth might stagger my rest,
And send my gathered fish fleeing the net.
Much of the mud my killick swallows,
So the wave won’t tug the boat an inch.
More students from the school must reach my net.
A long wait beneath the twilight-dimming sky.
Yet the fish market waits for a refill.
The cool breeze begs my eyes to close,
But hunger bites hard with its mocking teeth—
My killick just has to steady the float.
Motion-activated caught on camera
while cookies for the kids I was cooking
a collared cat crept into the kitchen
when I stepped outside and wasn't looking
his potty break was well-timed
as, sadly, I'd left the door unlocked
onto the counter by the sink he climbed
bared his butt and crapped in the crock
tho' he gave new meaning
to vanilla chocolate chip
if I ever collar him doing it again
his mangy tail end I'll severely whip
as, if he wants nine lives to live
he'd really best think twice
or he'll sleep with the fishes
(not eat them)
as such behaviour is just not nice
in aquatic world
peaceful, shimmering fins glide
mysteries await
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in tranquil waters
scales sparkle in playful dance
ocean’s fleeting gems
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Seals and fishes
make wishes -
large and small.
Bees and beetles
are so leetle -
they're not big at all.
Drifting, drifting we float, in azure abysses aglow
Drifting, drifting we glide, amidst aquatic artistry's flow
Drifting, drifting we go, where coral constellations grow
Swimming, swimming we surge, through sapphire seas serene
Swimming, swimming we swirl, where silent symphonies convene
Swimming, swimming we soar, as shimmering schools careen
Deeper, deeper we dive, discovering diverse domains
Deeper, deeper we delve, dreaming in diaphanous depths
Deeper, deeper we descend, dazzled by dappled daylight
Floating, floating we flit, through fragments of fantasies
Floating, floating we flow, as bubbles burst and breathe
Floating, floating we fly, transcending terrestrial ties
Marvelling, marvelling we move, in liquid labyrinths vast
Marvelling, marvelling we muse, on unity unsurpassed
Marvelling, marvelling we merge, with mysteries unsurpassed
Surfacing, surfacing we rise, souls saturated, serene
Surfacing, surfacing we return, beauty-filled, breathless, keen
Surfacing, surfacing we emerge, coral's call echoing between
What matters most is their role fulfillment
as feathered fowls mentioned by the Scriptures
and they, as God’s wondrous ocean creatures
triumphant midst freedom-geared commitment.
Optimizing well their musical zest
song birds render their chorus with delight
while fishes exercise production might
achieving for the best, feeling so blest.
With contrasting pursuit midst their design
they enjoy serenely granted lifestyle
never competing, nor jealous... meanwhile
complementing each other as they shine.
Learning from birds, I would sing and soar high
then from fishes, maximize and share grace
being a blessing in running life's race*
accomplishing, whether I swim or fly.
*Isaiah 40:31 - But they that wait upon the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.
June 24, 2024
10th place, "Contrast" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Hilo Poet; judged on 7/13/2024
My mother my mother
You are the only one I know
I don't have any other person
You raised me from childhood
You took care of me
You feed me when I am hungry
Now you have left me
Your death is painful to me
Mother why did you leave me
I cry day and night
Poeple mock me
The lay false accusations to me
My mother my mother
I will continue to pray for you
Rest in peace
she fishes
the moon
in a sky
full of sleep
and beauty
and stars
changing
to sorrow
before
tomorrow's
trouble
begins
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