Krill Poems | Examples

Come to me Krill

Come to me krill, humpback whale calls
She feeds on a ton of them each day
Bottle nose comes up through the squalls
Hunting squid and small fish along the way
They are not in competition when they lunch
Both eating their way through ocean with a crunch

Crabeater Seal

Crabeater seal has special teeth
Straining krill from down beneath
Water drains but tiny fishes stay in
Magic teeth strainer is a huge win

Black Pools

The stream never really spoke to you
that was just a misty fantasy
no wisdom or hidden messages...
just a rush of nymphs cackling.

The cells of a stream 
are always on the move
the heart of a stream
is always pretty cool
The soul of a stream always lay 
at the bottom of black pools.

Dip your burning angst right in
shed the pyrite dust and clay
rest your blistered heartache 
and wounded wisdom
upon the flowered bank.

Close your eyes but not for long 
release your krill of dream
as the sun is being splintered 
by the musky scythe of eve.

hungry hunting humpback

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

Iceberg

An iceberg beach
in southern seas
has sunning seals dream warm.

An iceberg platform 
hosts party-penguins primping, flipping
in tuxedo-feathered dives.

Iceberg lids
on ocean pots
keep meals of squid and krill in brine.

This subconscious analogy
may house unknown minds
that deeply lurk below.

The iceberg stalker
now, is a foggy shroud
where ship-bones groan.

Here, a sunlit castle fades:
a midnight-pink covers 
the silent melting weather-throne.

Catching the Catch

Effortlessly out of a seabed of notions
words rise.
Many are eaten by sharks,
or the ever-nibbling krill
of second thoughts.

You learn to make
the holes of the net smaller
no more trawling,
just the quick swoop and catch
will land them still wriggling.

Now recline on the shore of self,
relax,
put your legs in the air, count your toes,
until a line hooks you
to an effortless poem.

Howe Meadow ITQ

Written: January 22, 2024
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I hear the wild cry as I sleep,
no roaming goats or gulls or sheep.
Tire them out, no trace of dread sweep,
seamless grass is combed by reap.

I heard the humpback cry whale site,
before the day turned into night.
Hunt for krill, girls, and young scouts fight,
boys, singing, as one, of raw dight.

Meadowlarks wave wings in the breeze,
hunt flies in the sun, fly with bees.
Breathe fresh air as lowly birds tease,
tweet, and perch on red tussock trees.

Meadow wrens chirp as streams dry out,
fly high to low till storms cross route.

I Saw a Whale Today

You said that I should see a whale -
a giant from the southern seas
swimming song-lines up the coast, 
and so I came on board your boat
to wait and look.

You told me humpbacks follow
ancient ocean-routes
beyond their icy water-home, 
bellies full of  krill,
for  corroboree 
up north. 

Aha! I see her!
Just like the sea is the sudden whale!
She’s breaching, grey on white – 
a fluke – her tail! It’s huge! 
Slap! Smack!
I saw a whale today.

Seal Immovable

More graceful in full blubber
than a ballroom dancer,
a seal slides down banisters 
of ocean spirals
in ice-cold currents.

Smiling like a cat,
slipping into water,
swimming down and up,
for fish and  krill and squid.
Sunning, sleeping on the rocks,
		I could never push you over.

Seal - immovable.
Seal - so fat.

Hollow Waves

Sharks swim in their bones,
the little teeth of little fish
hollow whales away.

Shrimp and krill
scrimshaw a limitless hunger
upon the white crests
of dark waves.

On a basking beach,
apelike,
the first and last humans
scream at the sun.

Night Watch

Miles past the nightstand
over the plastic water bottle.
the Ambien pill dispenser
and the soul-bruised eye shades,
an arrhythmic clock 
ticks like a bombed-out tank.

Of course there is the lampshade
(that lighthouse for the luminescent krill
of submerged consciousness)
that seems attached to my skin
whenever body parts want to cut ties
with a mattresses concave reality.

Secreted like a drugged shark
in the shallow recesses of a snaring drawer
a snubby barrel with six mad prayers
snugs up against a snoring bible.

The raven iridescence
of night-cats prowl a life leaking bed;
occasionally they look up
their eyes shining
as they search for an alien presence.

On its four arthritic legs the nightstand
watches;
its tour of duty still patrolling a far off
conflict of doubt and faith.

Time to turn over the hull of being,
upright any surface 
with a legibly printed label,
then haul that address back in
from the far side of an arm’s reach.

Time to shuck whatever shell
still rolls unopened in the surf 
of the tossed and blanketed.

Jay Woman Juggles Ocean Orbs

Blue faced Jay Woman is juggling ocean orbs unknown to man
She will plunk them into appropriate points in the sea of Dill
But for now, she is mixing them up as well as she possibly can
Inside the orbs are healing plants for the sharks, dolphins and krill.

Why does she care so much? The moon asks the stars who have insight.
Her mission is to add a glow of hope and optimism to the deep see below.
They stare at Jay Woman, the savior of the plankton and coral of the night.
Where else she travels, we truly are not privy to, so we do not know.

Why Do They Call You Little Jim

The mountaineers were thrilled with the goat keeper’s help.
He had been instrumental in keeping the goats in line for them.
If you move here permanently, we will feed you krill, soup and kelp.
Okay, agreed the dragon goat keeper; his name was Little Jim.

Why do they call you that? A brave mountaineer asked the dragon.
Little Jim studied him for a few seconds before he said with a smile,
Since you asked, I will reply. Do you see my tail a wagg’n?
It is smaller than the tails of my six brothers by a Philadelphia mile.

Serenading Perspective

Scanter hours of daylight during fall. 
Without your grace, I’d not be here at all. 
Lilies can smell dew in the countryside. 
Sitting on the green and resting side-by-side.

The Quahog calm has a clear few worries. 
For so long, a rock amid the din or hurries 
He gets his thrills by screening krill. 
One gram daily is his sinful thrill. 

If nature calls, one must jump on the phone. 
You can lose everything you own. 
If you do not, you will miss your chance. 
Or you will wet your pants from the circumstance.

The beauty of nature is publicly available. 
Most men shun it solely, as it's predictable. 
trees that were plunged and ridden. 
Daily fauna injuries stay hidden.
 
Despite my wishes, I could not reach the moon. 
Smoke over the sea rose too soon. 
I must swap roses for weeds. 
How love burns by planting seeds.

Our plates float and collide. 
My failure threads tremble and chide. 
making my shoulders shrug in unison. 
While my oceans churn like a hooligan.

Written: October 31, 2022

Shellfish Ken

There’s crustaceans in my rations,
And the krill are in my pills.
There’s a prawn on my lawn,
And all this gives me chills.
There’s an oyster who is cloistered
With a crawfish in a dish,
But the shrimp is on the barbie,
And that’s what gives me thrills.

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