growing gills
After "Being a Person" by William Stafford
“suddenly this dream you are having matches
everyone’s dream, and the result is the world”
the synchronicity, perfect
beating like a heart in a box
the ticking of a metronome
swing, swing, tick off into the air
it’s a moment you can breathe when you had been drowning before
except now everyone, everyone,
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Categories:
gills, 12th grade, creation, writing,
Form: Free verse
Brainstorming until figuratively blue in the gills
Brainstorming until figuratively blue in the gills...,
and finally gung-ho with a poem title
important to yours truly
not disappointing his Facebook fan base,
which electronic affirmation,
and confirmation, breeds gratification
analogous to being
the proud papa begetting offspring
progeny growing up at breakneck speed
spurring me to rub my eyes
as if experiencing hallucination,
and thanks be to thee unknown readers,
whose familiar and recognizable namesakes
fuel
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Categories:
gills, absence, africa, animal, baby,
Form: Free verse
Satan Renamed them
Apache Prince
and The Wisdom Of the
wise.
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Da Capo Accent
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Prompt Bastarding
out of Context
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he saw the Sale of the theater
and wondered if
her meager value
allow her to
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Categories:
gills, analogy, business, christian, education,
Form: Bio
The Sky Has Gills
Broken-hearted are the tree limbs,
General Flooding surveys the wreckage
blames a subversive sky.
Gamely, the peg-legged scarecrow
salutes the wavy navy
while they row on by
in their bathtub parade.
It's a fine day under water,
cats are stewing poems
in a bobbing blue barrel;
words drip from their whiskers.
Ducks flop their slippery wings
as oily drums grease
their oily bones.
Rowdy are the gulls
that pipe the
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Categories:
gills, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Options Underwater
Options Underwater: The Song of the First Amphibian
by Michael R. Burch
“Evolution’s a Fishy Business!”
1.
Breathing underwater through antiquated gills,
I’m running out of options. I need to find fresh Air,
to seek some higher Purpose. No porpoise, I despair
to swim among anemones’ pink frills.
2.
My fins will make fine flippers, if only I can walk,
a little out of kilter,
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Categories:
gills, animal, bird, environment, fish,
Form: Rhyme
What I Told Bill
What I told Bill
My voice unchanging and shrill
Was about life in water necessitating gills
And the ones on fire, grills
The left spaces for man to fill…
And it should be mainly about his will
But not less intensely his zeal
The same I had disclosed to Jill
But it didn’t him at all thrill:
On some angered bottle spending a dollar
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Categories:
gills, analogy, creation, depression, education,
Form: Rhyme
Gills and Palms
I. Gills
The tide of hatred never ebbs;
The isle surrounded sinks and drowns;
While we, the natives, scale the trees
As Gills emerge upon our faces,
Gaping—like fresh, opened wounds.
II. Palms
The floor of faith shall never shift;
The sea above shall soon be calmed;
From islands covered, yet undrowned,
Long trees vault upward to the surface,
Cradling us on outstretched Palms.
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Categories:
gills, destiny, faith, fear, future,
Form: Rhyme
Lungs Back To Gills
Silent steps I take
Across the ocean floor
Cool abyssal plain
Bluescape peace
Gazing up
At the sunlit surface
A false freedom
Beckons…
The air above
Polluted with urgency
Foul with anger
Not so sweet anymore
Enveloped in briny womb
No longer ashamed
Submergence forever
Lungs back to gills
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Categories:
gills, death,
Form: Quatrain