"Unleash the Kraken"
Unleash the Kraken!
Don't just listen, speak.
For demons will devour
Those who are soft and meek.
Unleash the Kraken!
Don't just run and flee.
For those who don't fight
For themselves are not free
Unleash the Kraken!
Let your craft be seen.
Let the the whole world witness
That you can live the dream.
Unleash the Kraken!
Raise your colored flag.
People will judge,
Just give them peace and love.
Unleash the Kraken!
Of your creative mind
For your wisdom and ingenuity
Can change the tracks of time.
Unleash the Kraken!
Be courageous, be bold.
The stories of your greatness
Must not be left untold.
__________________
A kraken with red wings
Arrived in town, claiming a talent to sing
Lions roared with delight
Wanting to see, such an entertaining frozen water sight
Tigers seemed all right
Knowing their King was in the spotlight
Showing gridiron might
“You may need a rod and reel
That is how a mariner would deal
With this monstrous catch
In the oceans the fisherman needs to fetch”
Watching the seahawks
Stalk
The fishes
With wishes
Accompanied by tartar sauce dishes
Lions got into their car
Left the motor city bar
Engine pistons spewing flames
Supersonic attitude instigating power playing games
Deep into the night air
A Friday night audience relaxed enjoying the affair
Preparing for a scare
That could turn Jay Blue
Challenging the Canadians ‘are you through?”
No matter which two
Find the winning score
Belting one out having the American championship floor
kraken bagged his first clipper ship on a Monday afternoon.
I love the feel of it in the bag, he told his cousin Swoon.
Swoon thought that keeping a ship in a bag was bad luck.
He asked how the creatures would breathe, but
Kraken did not give a gut
Trapped in the eye of the hurricane
Lost in the heart of the sea
What started as a summer voyage
My friend, my lover, and me
Only chaos on the horizon
The tempest won't set us free
All you can see is fear in our eyes
My friend, my lover, and me
Since we were caught like rats in a maze
We all dropped on bended knee
Now there's nothing left to do but pray
My friend, my lover, and me
Waves were crashing and smashing the hull
The Kraken won't let us be
Spiraling down a watery grave
My friend, my lover, and me
sculptured hobo of the sea
a pirate’s swashbuckling adventure
siren, kraken, leviathan
or some other ocean creature
but now enjoying retirement
as peaceful a garden feature
intense . . . to begin with, belayed by hours
hewn soliloquy through obverse platitudes
benign, betrayal among friends, in grounds
of open mouths, a kraken of tongues regale
upon which bar the cocktails finally arrived
A storm is brewing
The waters bracken
As demon’s shout
Release the kraken
As windows shook
He woke in fear
The dreaded beast
Was coming near
He pulled the covers
Over his head
Said “he’ll never find me
In this bed”
After the storm
He shed his dread
The monster lived
Inside his head
For he had read
Of an ancient curse
Unleashed by writers
In cryptic verse
John G. Lawless
©1/25/2023
oh ye
jack-o-lantern moon
with
your
jolly bloodshot eyes soon
time for treat-or-treat
with
your
wicked Kraken smile
thus
we meet again
to witness
the
black licorice
dripping from
your
orange pumpkin mouth
A fine August day to be a dragon, Blackberry thought
He was playing in the sun with his friends, the forget me knots
Nasty Blueberry dragon had been kind of mean to them,
So Blackberry Dragon showed he was truly their friend.
About three o’clock the wind changed everything
The snap dragons hid, and the robins left with a zing.
The sky turned dark, and the day turned terribly gray.
Blackberry Dragon saw Kraken Storm Dragon right away.
Oh no! He said to no one as they had all left.
She is coming fast, and she looks bereft.
Kraken skidded to a stop just over his head.
I’m bringing lightning, she said, and you’re dead.
Blackberry Dragon was scared in a big way.
She was a meanie, and she did not play.
But Luck Dragon returned and took her down.
and the sky turned light, losing all its brown.
The forest cheered, hoping Kraken was gone.
But she had a sister, and it would not be long…
Until sister came by to ask about her sibling.
The whole forest began their fib-ling.
A radio aired an awful auld aria,
Astounding all my aged aural edifices
In eerie aura of araucaria trees
Aching angrily in a loud typhonic breeze.
My brain wanted to burrow to escape the pain
Of sounds as a warren of rabid jackrabbits
Digging to escape mangy slobbering coyotes
Howling hungrily in panting pursuit of prey.
Such a scratchy song, if played in the briny deep,
Would chase crazy-eyed kraken to the mountain tops.
Callas, Verdi and Puccini would flee their graves
For a screechy symphony of barbed wire sitars.
Praise be! The off button my shaking hands did find;
I woke up, pressing on my belly button hard.
In sunny days of joy we climbed aboard,
Wide eyed, Wellingtons and Duffels.
Sat on salty varnished benches,
handed weighted feathers and orange string.
Kraken was the one to know,
Six fish on a line would show you so.
We honed our skills in Girl Pats arms,
Whilst humble feasts defined us.
Okanagan knew the score!
With turbo knives and plunging boom,
we danced with butterflies and doom.
In summers ever after.
Under Krakens watchful eye
We kissed and tryst and laughed and lost,
Daring feats with exploration,
the ties we bound would save us.
Kraken whisked us in a party
Juggling fiery wit, and poison.
I pranced and posed and shivered fools,
Okanagan then was dead.
Days defined by those that tread upon them,
this day was one of those.
Mourning, heavy, thick and slow.
Crowds, a blurring backdrop.
Of course Kraken came to sooth us,
we floated in her arms.
With petals and dust, my heroes troubled soul alighted,
Returning to the sea.
A smile, a knowing nudge and nod, it brightened.
There’s much more than this, you’ll see.
Blue waves ripple white tipped from the deep,
As the Kraken rolls gently in its sleep.
If the Kraken should begin to wake,
What a tsunami he would make!
Oh, the world is lucky the wind is soft and light,
For the Kraken sleeps peacefully tonight.
When the tide is out sand stretches for miles,
Scattered holes filled with crabby smiles.
Tentacles trickle toward shore the flow turns,
I step aside, as reaching, feeling, it yearns.
Disturb not the peaceful ocean spray,
And let the Kraken sleep for another day.
Legends abound from society to society
But Norwegians have one that evokes great anxiety
A mythical sea monster of immense proportions
May be fifty-feet long, or its size has some distortions
With enormous tentacles it’s said to have grabbed sailors
Squeezing and consuming the bodies of Nordic whalers
Is the Kraken truly a product of Norwegian lore?
Perhaps its targeted vessels fell to the ocean floor
“Fish tales” are popular in many seas throughout the world
But the Kraken is a squid and many ships it has hurled
Since the concept originated in Norwegian tales
Giant squid sightings are reported wherever man sails
The Kraken is surely a most intriguing sailors’ yarn
But Norwegians take heed of the tall tales that warn
For none wish to test the near-impossible validity
Of a Nordic legend ripe with vivid morbidity
Hidden beneath the deep,
Is a monster that doth sleep,
And the journey to his dark chamber is steep.
At first glance,
You begin to weep.
His eyes almost put you in a trance,
For this monster there will be no song or dance.
It has been isolated for years and years,
but it has never wept,
Because monsters dont shed tears,
When it looks you in the eyes you can see your worst fears.
Has they show you that no one really cares,
About you or your tears.
And when he speaks its like words of glass,
But then its over in a flash,
Realizing with relief,
That its still down there,
And it still sleeps.
The call of the mighty
Kraken
across a silent sea.
Is enough to scare
a salior stiff,
but nothing can scare
me.
For I know the mighty
Kraken
is not as bad
as he
may seem at first
to be.
All he truly wants to have
is a spot
of tea.
So he cries and throws a
tantrum.
Looking for someone like me
who is not afraid to
sit and talk
and have a spot of
tea.
So if in the dark of night
you hear the Kraken's call,
simply stay to sit and chat
maybe you will find that
hs not so bad
at all.
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