I am sorry.
The blue and white teapot
that was stained with green algae
and had a broken spout
and was sitting on a terracotta tile
in our garden and had, for years,
gestated life in its plump belly
of brewed rainwater,
is now in pieces, smashed
by a clumsy blow
from my rake.
It has left a hole
in the world
that I have tried,
but cannot fill.
I recalled your eyes clear and transparent
Somehow liked pool water surging in the sun
Dark green algae rising with the sunshine
Playing hide and seek with the little shrimps
I saw your eyes again many years later
The years made them no longer transparent
Colorful lights broke their calm time to time
The illusionary images looked to be so unsure
I doubt this is the scenery people pursue?
Using dust of life to darken the transparency
And so-called knowledge to prevent sincere?
Amid globular, floating serrated leaves
Dwells a dreamy lily in milk white frock
She is the new occupant of my small pond
Fructified by swimming fish and croaking frog
Like a nymph over the water’s still surface
She smiles and sways in unusual grace,
With the regal flourish of a beaming bride!
A sight, that’ll lit a smile on many a face!
In the circular pond dappled with green algae
As the early beams of sunlight come to cajole
She stands proud, lifting her fair face to the sun
Awakening ripples of joy in my sullen soul!
Placed First
Strand (1066) Poetry Contest
'Yond the fields
of golden whey
A mountains- grown
in grayish clay
Near it's 'neath
a river flows
On bedded rocks
green algae grows
Catfish' treats-
a tasty bite
They eat, they jump
into the night
When morning's sun
begins to rise
They jump again
to catch 'em flies
Fifty thousand cells? You’re wrong!
No. It’s true, their leader said.
We’re set in jelly, thick and long.
Flagella’s push us through water.
We’re fifty thousand strong.
You look like green algae and dead!
Volvox laughed in a happy song.
Amusing my wiser daughter.
If Gilbert and Lily put their feet in the pond
How much water up to the knees if they slip and fall
Oh, the yucky green algae green nasty moss
Stains the clothing green that the children wear
Oh, my now Gilbert's eating the wild mushrooms and turnips
Smells like dirty fish water seaweed in their hair
My none of this they seem to be worried or even care
Clipping wild frogs off the lily pad
that's all they need y'all
Yes they just acting like tomboys
Having fun at the pond
Picking up them frogs!!!!!!!
9/9/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019
ON BEACH
Couple is whelmed watching sea-extension,
So spectacular wonderful Ocean.
Wide vastness of sea to see,
on beach walking he and she
breathing sea breeze blending in emotion.
Turbulent waves thrashing on aggression
soaking sand leaving wavy impression.
Near shore floating on the sea
plenty red and green algae.
Marine blue luster with foam formation.
08/04/19
'two Sea themed Limericks' Contest by Tania Kitchin
babbling brooks babble
green algae proliferate...
fry explore their world
05,22,2019
Writing Challenge 3, May 2019, Nature Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Dear Heart
A sunflower-sun blooms high in the skies,
beaming its rays onto the sand and waves.
And seagulls assault the air with their cries,
as crabs dart in and out of flooded caves.
Their orange carapace, in stark contrast;
crabs feed on green algae as flats expand.
And chase the tides, relentless and steadfast,
o'er coral shards and alabaster sand.
When a moist mist coalesces offshore,
fog obscures the sun, dimming down its light.
And Sol's shy face isn't seen anymore,
till brisk breezes disperse this ghostly sight.
As the heat of its rays intensifies,
a sunflower-sun blooms high in the skies.
Stray ghouls are just zombie shrunken heads
being voodoo capitalist misled
Ricochet fishing for the ocean blue,
deep pocket dollars:
The green algae money
buried at the ethical wavy,
graveyard bottom
Hollow days come every pointless, peon payday,
as creditors delight
in debt shopping their widow maker wares
The pillaging, high priestess of bloodsport pleasure
lay many burglar, prey desires bosom bare
Inorganic idols ... phallic-shaped things;
moral mettle melts
at first grove, sacrificial trigger offering
Heated cries coming from
empty vow chambers
Crosshair eyes scope the killing view
Snuff the stitched mouths ...
get paid by the aged, smoking barrel
Follow the lemming violent trail,
collect the stained spent shells
Empty chambers got an earth bed full,
many died in the throes of hate
Envy green hearts using their lead tools,
leaving death marks —
Bullet holes in the picked pocket of fools
The horizon split its emotions in
ember fire, cobalt skies an opening
for the sun to pierce its heaven. To drink
its opulence of the cerulean
sea ebbing to the shores. Where humans walk
the pallid sand, green algae coastal rocks,
through fields of flaming wild orange and red
poppies. It fills its thoughts to gently thread
upon the swells of the shore. To breathe its
scents and walk together. The urge to kiss
the world morphing into the flourished field
with its being, allowing it to yield.
1/4/2019
My life in an aquarium, so great,
But fearsome, with unknown fate.
Swimming against the fresh water,
Flapping my gills for a breather,
The air pump producing bubbles,
Sending my body in jiggles,
The actinic lights send a spectrum,
Each time causing a spasm,
And I move downward in fear,
Hoping I might disappear,
My life in an aquarium, so great,
But fearsome, with unknown fate.
Re-surfacing after a short while,
Assured of a safe profile,
Going back to my previous dance,
The water brewing romance,
Keeping my eyes wide open,
Of course with great caution,
I detect vibratory ripples,
Must be time for something scrumptious,
My life in an aquarium, so great,
But fearsome, with unknown fate.
Following my meal lead nobly,
I come upon a worm on a spree,
Hidden by the blue green algae,
Yes it seems so beefy,
Covetously I swallow my meal,
Trying to elope with zeal,
I notice my mouth is hooked,
Sooner or later I might be cooked.
My life in an aquarium, so great,
But fearsome, with unknown fate.
Do you believe in miracles
Do you want the angels to land on your eyelids
Does it feel like a frosty breath is merely a conglomeration
And simultaneous expulsion of ghosts
The shared air of time
Elements refuse to expire
I believe we are the miracles of many elemental interactions
The essence of the deepest bonds
We can dance easily when hands intertwine
You are the gods
The fire from within the mitochondria proves it
Dust of the sun
With a dusting from the cosmos
Green life
Blue life
Blue-green algae
Yes
An explosion under water
Colors bleeding through the walls
Green algae mixed with peach coral
Pearls floating on the ground
A personal space for a mermaid
Her divine heaven underwater
Russell Sivey
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