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Nette Onclaud-6/3/2025

A pool shark

Swims with the guppies

Half drowning

Half acting

But full of toy skills at times

He swears he's lucky

One Day

Guppies in my garden pond multiplied
Lilies  bloomed 
Bushy.snow white rose flowered
Berries ripe
Sparrows 
Squirrels
Breeze 
Every Breeze brings a song
Every song brings a guest 
Every guest brings a smile
Every smile spreads light
Light......
One day....

My Favorite Elementary School Teacher

As the yellow-orange  sun  slowly rises
Memories of your class's  fun  flood my heart
Thoughts  run  to your teaching and enterprises

You brought those  tiny  guppies to our class
A creative  shiny  diorama's great art
 Sunshiny  person and dedicated lass

You  lifted  us up when you said
All the  gifted  books available we'd outsmart
Sad you to your death  drifted  from your sickbed

Infertility

Be kinder to the tree, they say 
Don’t poke or prod or cut at it 
Don’t try to break its branches 
Don’t run up to attack it 

Be kinder to the fish, they say 
Be gentle with the guppies 
If caught just let it swim away 
Don’t try and fish for copies 

Be kinder to the little guy 
Be softer, like a mother 
I know you’re meant for it, they say 
Helped raise your younger brother 

Oh but I won’t, Oh but I can’t 
Don’t want to live the horrors 
I choose to not participate 
To not hand out disorders 

Pass down our long-lived misery
Pass down all of our karma 
I choose to be a butterfly 
Not trapped in my own armor 

And now my future is in halves
Two choices on the table 
To birth a child, or to not 
I choose to not be able

Outdated, Inflated

   The truth is outdated
      Falsehoods inflated
    With hyperbole
      created…

    Fishing poles baited
      wriggling worms slated
    to reel in us guppies
       addlepated…

Merwoman Mamiue

Who can control the gold guppies the fishwisher did ask.
Merwoman Mamie said she might be up to the task.
She had raised some children – mermaids and mermens.
Pretty soon she had the gold guppies doing tricks in their tins.
She does it so easily, observed a coral reef god named Nom.
Maybe because she already has experience as a fantastic mom.

What About Fish

cat, dog and a red and black bird.
Her pet fetish seemed to some absurd.
She likes the feathers and the fur.
But what about scales? Do they tickle her?

The next week after luncheon, we got an answer to this.
Inside her bathtub was a baby crocodile named Little Miss.
What about fish? Do they put her in the pink?
She had two large guppies living in her wash tub sink.

Singing Goldfish

Their silver nightclub microphones were mega-big, giant size I’d say
Three sensuous singing goldfish stepped up to sing the night away
They started with Chattanooga Choo Choo which always makes me cry
Ending up with a hearts and flower song where some creepy guppies die.

I Appreciate My River

in the spring my river has an unusually active flow
tearing down her channel as if she is racing herself
I stand in the verdant grass with bare toes, watching
marveling at what delights might be hidden in her depths

it is now summer, the river has slowed to a standstill
a large catfish makes a super splash after jumping out of her
I love watching his fierce looking face, he is adorable
thank you for being here for me I tell my river

Oaks and maples turn red, orange and red
It is fall and there are a multitude of leaves on my river
they float uphill, showing me which way she flows
I wave goodbye to them, wondering where she takes them

My river is frozen in January, but probably not solid.
Some walk across to fish, but I stay on the shore, watching.
I know how treacherous and deep she can be.
I imagine the guppies and bass, wondering if they are safe.

I love my river, she is beautiful no matter the season
Whether she is solid or snaking a meandering path
She intrigues me and enthralls me, and I am glad to know her.
I sit on the river bank appreciating her personality.

Yvettas Harp

Yvetta entered the forest quietly, barely making a noise.
She saw some pixies and elves getting out mischievous toys.
They noted her harp and wondered what she was about.
One of them made a tiny squeak, to them, probably a shout.

Yvetta sat down next to a cove on the roots of an oak.
Her melodious harp playing was serious, in no way a joke. 
Within a few notes, a catfish swam down to listen.
Water stirred up by guppies, soon began to glisten.

Before the concert was finished she had butterfly and snail.
Hummingbird, frog, opossum and a raccoon with a hurt tail.
Weasel showed up along with a handsome white unicorn.
A snake slithered by asking if they had a French horn.

Turtles and faeries came along with brownies wearing tan.
A fawn showed up with white spots, along with rat from Japan.
Yvetta was thrilled that so many were excited with her sweet harp.
She played wonderful notes said butterfly, none of them sharp.

I Fit Into a Band of Vagabond

Such a lively band of vagabonds
Saxophone player, acrobat, chimney sweep
Their music parades into my mind as I fish
Enjoying their rhythm as I enjoy catching guppies

We are in a fantasy world that makes me feel safe
Safer than I have ever felt, as I am a vagabond too
The acrobat and ballerina begin to dance
Shaking our violin just a bit

Shebas Advice To Sea Creatures

gray seagulls and dolphins begin jumping and flying around the sea
knowing that soon they will be graced with honor of mysterious she
Sheba appears daily after the clown fish pave the way for her glance.
teensy guppies and turtles are there too, taking an educated chance.

Sheba is the head mermaid of the Mediterranean Sea today.
she listens to conch shells, and she gives the fishes her say.
words of advice they need to stay safe from the sharks and more.
many turtles have swam out here from the far distance shore.

Colorful Wonder

Cascade of colors swirls in a fishy maze,
a tank of topicals swim the watery haze;
as a plastic diver opens his treasure,
what's inside is strictly his pleasure.

Tetra's dream of tasty bites
Swordtails dine to their delight;
albino Catfish sweeps the gravel,
as bright corals do bedazzle.

As bright guppies wiggle, wriggle
and Goldfish's fins flow in a jiggle;
a black Molly races by the snails,
as a tiny crab scurries up the ship's sail.

It's a color-wonderland behind the glass;
flowing in and out of the guppy grass.

Just a Rabbit H Opping

In a kingdom full of turkeys 
I heard a splendid fluffy ducking
I am just a rabbit hopping
Floating my passions wet and scaly goldfishing
Surrounded by violent guppies
I am just a rabbit hopping
Trap stumbling swatting squirreling 
Zipping zapping tails much are marble
As those the silent horned owls hoot-hoot owls laughing 
Laughing at me as I hopped
 I heard a glancing hanging flopping
 I was worn about my stopping
 hoppity hop hop I'm hopping
I am just a rabbit hopping


4/20/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021

Keeping the Beast Full

Darkness pours over the horizon,
the sun slips away.
Driven by consuming hunger,
a monstrous beast, lies in wait.
Hooded men in the choir,
weave webs from their lips,
while the hurst creeps by slowly,
in a seemingly endless parade.
On high hills, in colossal mansions,
live the soulless, adorned with magnetic bright eyes.
Veiled under a black blanket,
the soullest consume their prey,
they must feast off the valley,
or starve the beast within.
Hopeless sheep, without a shepherd, 
swim like guppies in a bowl,
twisting in turmoil, keeping the beast full.

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