Clicks, whistles and pulsed calls
coming from whales you can't see
Within the compounds, no walls
only ocean water and Captain Lee
Sonograms and ultrasounds, its a joy
when whale voices are heard !
Binoculars views, soon they deploy
leviathans swim without a word
The echo returns not for they do run free
always returning to their summer grounds
Into the womb of the deep blue sea
they go, to a place where they can't be found.
Singers in the cold dark Atlantic Sea
Humpback whales crooning for free
Complex songs that are repeated for hours
Just one of the ocean’s mighty powers
weird hum in the sea
a floating human-less hump
a humpbacked whale
hungry and hunting
hurrying to hurl krill
hoary humpback heaves with happiness
heads home to retain place
as hermit of the High Seas
The rolling humpback hills
dips down into the valley
Fading off into the horizon.
Giving the illusions of vast herds of buffalos.
Roaming and grazing peacefully
Across the sun lite plains,
Over fertile fields of wheat and wild grasses.
Stretching into native lakes,
Surrounded by tall-growing bulrush weeds,
And cattails gracefully arching into magical gateways,
with every little breeze, your imagination
travels on a journey with mother nature.
Riding the flowing rivers filled with speckled trout shimmering across the sun lite waters.
Up Over the moss, and onto the banks beyond the tee pees into wind swept prairies with herds of buffalos
and dancing with daffodils bending and swaying,
over the grassy hills and dales.
in your imagination
as she scales sea wall
humpback whale’s a humdinger —
aerial antics
1/17/2022
*palooza - a large scale event
The rolling humpback hills.
Fade off into the horizon.
Giving the illusions of vast herds of buffalos.
Roaming and grazing peacefully across the sun lite plains,
Over fertile fields of wheat and wild grasses stretching into native lakes,
surrounded by tall-growing bulrushes, And cattails gracefully arching
Into magical gateways, with every gentle breeze, your imagination
goes on a journey with mother nature.
Holding hands with the flowing rivers
and with carpets of moss flirting with the edge of the banks
And dancing daffodils that bend and sway,
over the grassy hills and dales.
With orange, yellow, and apricot skirts swirling around
in the summer breeze.
OFFICE POLITICS OF A HUMPBACK WHALE
I can think of so many words to call that *****!
But I’m better than that, so I’ll just stick with *****!
All the money in the world won’t make her nice,
It won’t give her friends as they come with a price.
She has no manners and she really is quite dumb,
In fact she’s incompetent, from 1 to 10 she’s a zero sum!
She thinks she’s superior…. why? Because she’s rich?
Let’s take away the money and what’s left is a dumb *****.
She will still have no manners, and certainly no friends.
Because she can’t afford to buy them, she’s alone in the end.
So as 2017 closes and I’m summing up my life
I will give no more energy to that *****, the bosses wife!
I’m fully rested and recharged, and beating my own drum.
And a promise to 2018, WATCH OUT! HERE I COME!
Written by Derani Blackburn
Hear the song of humpback whales
Gathering in Hawaiian waters,
Gathering for Cetacean opera,
Male exclusive grand recital;
On the brink of epic journey
To Alaska’s icy waters.
Off the West coast of Alaska
Shoals of herring feed off plankton.
Humpbacks fresh from far Hawaii
Gather at their leader’s signal.
Thus begins the “A-team’s” mission,
Brilliant modus operandi.
Giants of the Arctic ocean,
Diving ever deeper, deeper.
Round and round the bubbles spiral
To the surface of the ocean.
Net of bubbles in a circle
Traps the shoal of startled herring.
Mouths a-gaping, rise together,
Burst the surface, prey engulfing.
What a maelstrom – whales and herring;
Seagulls join the feeding frenzy,
Till, at last, all satiated,
Calm returns to freezing waters.
A breath I have ached to suck in.
Happens only when I am able to
stare out across the endless ocean
at my special spot waiting for their arrival.
The Humongous Beasts of the blue water.
Performing with entertainment
of splashes and spout-blowing
for all who come and watch.
What they cannot see,
is the sadness that is taking place
way down in the heart of
this hugest animal of the world.
Their souls crying out to anyone who hears-
our loved ones are continuing to die.
There are not many of us left.
The same animals that
are robbing them of life,
anxiously await
to enjoy their presence.
They do not understand, they do not understand.
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