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One calm summer night
I visited the city aquarium and
I noticed the sharks and the barracudas
Playing a lovely game of tennis
Yeah, the sharks and
The Barracudas are just
Sitting around eating
Strawberries and drinking tea
How could this be?
The great white shark called out, "the surf is up!" and
The speedy barracuda replied, "fifteen Luv!"
How could this be?
Suddenly, the sharks and the barracudas
Noticed me standing there, and
Standing on the other side
Well, they all agreed,
If you want to learn how to swim with
The sharks and the barracudas,
First, you must learn how to play the game!
Oh, what a lovely sport it is!
Are you from Essex?
Well Its so lovely there, this time of year.
Melted plastic only 16 years
It was on concrete round under the sun
While I was shedding tears
What's the use Environmental substance abuse
Midnight see Amenia Marine
Midnight saxophone solo
Sea anemone amethyst
What's the use, Environmental substance abuse
Patina mist breezy
Royal jacaranda ultraviolet sneezes
Achoo bless you
Sinful articles man caretaker of Earth
Midnight seems so solar bright
Midnight saxophone solo
Drum roll Marco Polo
Down rainbows ends
BlackBerry puddle Timberwolves
Spirit Rock jacaranda
Temporal barracuda
7 * 70 16 years
Plastic bags and bottles
Never decomposed lasting for eternity
Pre-kindergarteners elderly grandmothers the populist and politicians say
What's the use environmental substance abuse
12/18/19
Written word by James Edward Lee Sr
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ransacked by its spineless bite
red bubbles at sea
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If I were really rich, I would live in beautiful Bermuda,
Sipping rum swizzles and fishing for wily barracuda!
I'd buy a fancy sports car in which to cruise unbound,
And join the Mid-Ocean Club to play a daily golfing round!
I'd own a sailing yacht on which to entertain my friends,
Sailing 'neath moonlit skies as around the isle she wends!
I'd buy a splendid cottage on The Cut in Olde St George's town,
From there to savor dramatic sunsets watching olde Sol go down!
I'd dine on fish and chips at my favorite pub, The White Horse Inn,
Listening to quaint calypso music by the Talbot Brothers therein!
On balmy evenings I'd stroll Old Maids Lane and Shinbone Alley,
And watch the Gombey dancers gyrate as I leisurely dally!
If I were rich I would move there in a trice,
To loll on the pink sandy beaches of that island paradise!
Entry for Mystic Rose's "If You Were Rich Contest"
(11 November 2015)
The cool water wraps around my skin,
A world unknown about to begin.
I pull my mask and snorkel tight,
And step into the crystal light.
The mangroves tangle thick and high,
Where roots meet sea and meet the sky.
Below their fringe, the clear depths fade
To secrets hidden in the shade.
With slow and steady flipper kicks,
I drift where calm and quiet mix,
Gliding across the peaceful cove,
Through shallow halls of the turquoise grove.
A sudden glint catches my eye,
I pause....suspended....drifting by.
Just inside the mangrove's gloom,
Where heavy shadows quietly loom,
A barracuda, grand and still,
With silver coat and spotted thrill,
Hangs suspended, dark and bright,
Watching through the filtered light.
I gently float and keep my space,
Passing softly without a trace.
Further on, a vibrant sight,
A dance of vivid, sudden light.
Two parrotfish in ocean grace,
Belonging to this secret place.
The male twirls round the female's nest,
In brilliant hues, he shows his best,
A flash of neon, green, and blue,
Where life begins and starts anew.
No fish had ever come so near,
Through glassy waters, calm and clear;
Their colors rich, their silver bright,
A glimpse of pure, divine delight.
Creation’s wonder, deep and still,
Reflecting such a quiet skill.
And as I leave the sea behind,
This magic stays within my mind,
Etched deep within my mind and heart
Is a living vision, set apart.
I wake up in consternation, it is a day off.
No schedule, no paperwork, no boss.
I smile as this statement amuses me.
I have a boss, but she is totally not bossy.
She is delicate with me, possibly because I am the old one here.
Unless you count the nurse and the secretary. We three are the token crones.
“Caren, would you…”
“Yes, I would love to!”
This is how our banter goes, and not daily, maybe
Once every month or so. I adore having her for a boss, adore it!
I am sure this is because she is a delight, and so am I.
I do not think it is because my personnel file downtown is a foot thick.
I do think on the cover in huge black magic marker it says
“Do not be fooled by her unassuming old lady look. She is a barracuda.”
I know my rights, and I am not afraid to use them.
I have the union president on speed dial.
I may be one of the few to send her a yearly Christmas pony.
Being a Caren advocate was unnatural,
But being a child-advocate has taught me how to advocate for everyone
Including me. I reach for my pen, recognizing my mantra, and a new poem.
Creatures of the sea, all beautiful and fair.
A thought comes to mind, what if they swam in the air?
Would we swat fish away as we do with bugs
Or tentacle arms always giving hugs?
Whales would want nicknames,
Sardines playing hopscotch games,
Lion-fish need to be tamed,
Crabs at cafes sipping coffee from mugs.
Starfish lazily lay getting tan,
Seahorse has a political chat with man.
The clownfish tells jokes at comedy night
While anglerfish holds still as the light.
Sea otters would be perfect babysitters,
Barracuda will pose with shine and glitter,
And sea urchins would love to clean litter.
Seals, wanting a swim, will make the bathroom flood.
Turtles would work construction because of their shells,
The lobsters would be managers of hotels,
Swordfish would join battle,
Manatees could look after cattle.
Sea anemone helps with shock therapy,
Dolphin cheerleaders yip with glee,
The shrimp will sell car insurance, guarantee,
And orcas looking good in scrubs.
Flying fish would be airplane pilots,
Narwhals picking fights and riots,
Sea urchins would give tattoos.
Manta rays can be anchors on the news,
Sea slugs would be the ultimate spies,
Scallops having staring contests with multiple eyes,
Belugas stealing cookies but always denies.
Electric eels dealing out drugs,
The sting ray always tattles and blames,
A jellyfish constantly proclaims his name is James.
Pufferfish will be prideful and wise
And the hammerhead shark ruins your rugs.
The walrus could be a taste tester,
The blue whale, a movie director.
Librarian belongs to the hermit crab,
Cuttlefish would drive a taxicab.
Sea lions workout, under the chest press they strain
And angelfish work for voting campaigns.
“What life would be like” I exclaimed
“If we swat around fish like bugs.”
There was a fussy bovine named Flossy
who was snooty and always so bossy
her udders would droop
when she took a poop
She bellowed until her eyes got glossy
Flossy had teeth like a barracuda
Her biting habit just made her ruder
She's not very sharp
She spit when she'd harp
So I called a few friends and we shewed her
Then she threatened to have me arrested
Thought she'd beaten me and had me bested
Knocked her on her duff
She wasn't so tough
Alas, she kept right on and protested
I saw her on the street the other day
Her monstrous butt sat on a bale of hay
Stuck her tongue at me
Mooed, "Hello, ducky"
She trotted off when I aimed pepper spray
What a chunky hippo she has become
I think Flossy secretly sucks her thumb
Waddles when walking
Ranting and squawking
To senility, Flossy has succumb
Bovine creatures can be quite abusive
When they should be a closet reclusive
The more that they speak
The more that they reek
My findings are all justly conclusive
9/9/17
A continual downfall
Daily was at a crawl
From so much alcohol
This problem I'm going to solve
When you keep bringing in the haul
It's sad how many of ya'll
Want to brawl
Just another brick in the wall
I'm out to ball
Unread messages and missed calls
No time to stall
When it's money, I want it all
Got to stack it tall
Not getting involved in anything small
Not pseudo
Numero uno
Out for mucho
Heart colder than pluto
It's like hallelujah
When I get that moola
Here to always outdo ya
Even If I got to use a bazooka
Or put you in waters with shark and barracuda
From here to beyond the Bermuda
Demon, bitter are thy days.
Pore o'er, anima.
Raking leaves for bonfires? Blaze.
Ice within me, thaw.
Weathervane, point to the stars?
Sky is full of these.
Half the year, like lids on jars.
Hide, O mysteries.
Blossom, honeysuckle.
Grow wild as ivy vines.
Knees of challenger, buckle.
Ocean, boil thy brines.
Tempest, grow tall. Hurl, O cloud.
Gun, thy machine nest.
Famous faces, lost in crowds?
Blessed bid bile best.
Ray of sun, burn evil out?
Sure, if sure you can.
Shade, what is thy life about?
Love, span what's began.
Frenzied fate, sing. Loud, my Muse.
Hound dog, quiet bay?
Proserpina, disabuse?
Well, sir, I just may.
Gauntleted fist, hard thy strike?
Don't fall off thy bike.
Spend time with a girl you like.
Barracuda? Pike.
Spike atop the city walls?
He who mills then mauls.
Chaos, how thy dancing calls!
Entropy, thy awls.
Perception, thrum! Warp, thy woof.
Steady heartbeat, ply.
Gambrel are the peaked roof?
Dreamer, thought must fly...