Long Cuttlefish Poems

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Premium Member Washed Up

The tide and heavy seas
had washed up a wealth 
of treasures to lay at my feet
spread out in a long line
just like the way wares
are displayed on the street
of an outdoor market.

Shells, some polished 
to a sheen others just broken 
shards of a puzzle never
to be put back together again.
Tresses of weed, float bladders,
a cuttlefish bone and globs
of jellyfish shaped like petrified 
tears as if once welled 
out of the eyes of a whale.

Then there was a hoard
of man made stuff, plastic cups 
and brightly coloured beads
of who knows what, spoons 
and bottle tops, matted balls 
of red and green twine 
and fishing line knitted into
swatches of transparent twill,
a smorgasbord of human 
endeavor all laid out in wonder
and ready to kill.


Premium Member Castaway Memories On Distant Shores

Over the horizon, 
on distant shores
lies my message in a bottle
cast askew on the beach
with other remnant memories
and hopes in tatters scattered
strewn among the drift wood debris
dead soldier memories lying face down
castaway sailor survivor sobs long gone,
in the debris fields of dead memories, silent

On distant shores
turtles hatch
alligators bask in the sun
seagulls argue and caw
fishermen love just being there
stranded cockles ooze under for cover 
waves surge up and run out
tides rise and ebb
surfers smile, turn and head back out
ghosts of lovers walk the beach hand in hand
cries of kids playing echo in the splash and hiss of waves
kites ply the skies
pearly shells beckon beach-combers
cuttlefish and seahorse skeletons stark white 
buried in the flotsam and jetsam
wood debris worn smooth and bleached
smelly old seaweed dried-out leathery
action aplenty, memorabilia.

On distant shores
the hiss and roar of waves
the glare of the sun
the coming and going of the sand
moved in drifts by wind and wave
drowns out all the memories
cast ashore as debris and litter
on a graveyard shore 
where fresh footprints are washed away
where lingering wanderers 
see, feel, touch and taste in the moment
but where no one hears
the stories locked away
in the debris fields of dead memories, silent.

Feeling It

“I am feeling it.” He said.
He meant his age, and as I watched
I saw a vision of him…
Ribs broke away
from the cuttlefish bone of his breast
opening outward in a rueful grin.
I saw his heart stuttering over a word.
I watched his lungs tussling
with a bladder of vapor.
I saw a horseman on a creaking steed
raise its hoary head
and point an ancient ladle
at a long-winded windmill.
“Stir my belly lad,” it said.
“spoon out my sump,
dole globs of lymph from here to there.
My oil is vapid, my hip-bones hang
like tree tusks over a wilting groin.
Each ear is a pot
for mulch and millipedes”.
The specter fades.
He smiles, rubs his thin hair.
“I also see it sometimes’” he says,
“this liver-spotted ghost
that chains me
to you.”

Oceangoings On

Somewhere, several leagues beneath the sea...
'Cheerio, I'm off to school,'
smirked young Harry herring,
he was nobody's fool.
Then was heard, 'Pucker up,
I'm a sucker for you,'
but what can I do?'
Gary octopus uttered.
'Send me a love letter,
would be best I think,
I'll lend you the ink.'
Sarrie squid, she muttered.
But, when, 'Are the two of them
romantically inclined?'
and, 'Are they blind?'
Carrie cuttlefish questioned,
'Happy to say, 'I'll never tell,
my lips are sealed.'
Barry bivalve smiled,
'I'm clamming up,' he revealed.
Oh, to see such fun,
and all it did entail
to make Larry lobster laugh,
no, it could not fail.
Form: Rhyme

Modern Sea Creatures

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.”
Form: Rhyme


Feeling It

"I am feeling it." He said.
He meant his age. As I watched
I saw a vision…

Out from the cuttlefish bones of his breast
grime coughed up and dribbled.
I saw his heart stutter, the vapid flutter,
watched his lungs belch and utter
like a broken bladder.

A horseman on a creaking steed
raised its hoary head
and pointed an ancient ladle
speaking thus -

"Stir me belly lad," it said,
"spoon me sticky sump,
dole globs of lymph from here to there.
Me grease is dumpy and lumpy.
Me hip-bones crunch
while me dingle wilts and dangles.
Me ears is gummy lad,
I've gone to the bad.”

The specter faded.

The old guy smiles, rubs his thin hair.
"I also see it sometimes," he says,
"that liver-spotted ghost
that chains me to an even older vision
of you."

Grandma's Pets

Grandma's Pets

My granda went away to sea
For many months on end
He'd travel on a fishing boat
With his brother and a friend

He used to write home regularly
And tell some quite tall tales
About being in a far-away place
When he was actually in Wales

Once they actually went to Africa
He wrote he was bringing Gran a pet
When he came home with a small cage
He'd brought her a marmoset

He opened up the cage
And up the curtains it did run
The curtains tore, granda laughed,
Grandma didn't think it fun

She said it had to go 
So to the pet shop Granda went
He returned without the Monkey
And to ‘Coventry’ he was sent

Granda apologised and said 
that he would compensate
Next day he bought Gran Tip,a cat
Bimbo, the budgie, feared its fate

He'd run up and down his ladder
And his cuttlefish he would gnaw
He took one look at Tip and thought
'I've not seen you before'

One day he pecked his bell so hard 
The clapper fell out onto the floor
No matter how much he pecked it
That bell would ring no more

Bimbo, I’d known since a little girl
He lived to a good age
I still remember that fateful day
I found him lifeless in his cage

Tip lived till he was seven
Many kittens he would father
Mrs Thomas would bang on the door
And get in a right lather

“Your Tip's been paying visits
To my precious tabby Pip.
If you don't keep him in
I'll see to it he has ‘the snip'”

After Tip came Ruff the dog
A cairn terrier with his papers
We would laugh so many times
At his little doggie capers

There were two unbuttered teacakes 
Sitting on a plate
Mum went to fetch the butter
She came back to an empty plate

Ruff was looking sheepish
Crumbs all around his chin
The cute expression on his furry face
I could swear it was a grin

We lost Ruff when he was eight
Poison in his canned dog food
If that had happened now
The manufacturer we'd have sued

Grandma put her foot down
And told Granda “No more pets”
She missed them all 
Well most of them
But not the marmoset
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member On the Farm

I wake up at five each morning, I hear cock a doodle doo
my stomach’s gurgling but I won’t eat until I'm through;
as the horses need feeding on hay and crunchy  carrot,
and I must give cuttlefish to Polly our screeching parrot

Pink piglets slurp as they suck milk from the sow,
The young calves are all mooing at Daisy the cow
Pitter patter raindrops fall, perhaps I will get wet
when I take my yelping pup to be neutered by the vet

I climb onto the tractor, the cold engine splutters as it starts,
alas I hear the woosh from the sheepdog as he farts.
Tim always travels with me to bark at all the sheep -
rounding up the bleating lambs, he truly earns his keep

Water gurgles in the gully as the tractor speeds along,
and the dawn chorus chirrups, I adore their morning song.
In the meadow bees are buzzing on the autumn breeze,
Ah ah ah atishoo,  the golden pollen made me sneeze

When I’ve done my chores , bacon rashers sizzle in the pan,
Bess the cat purrs loudly as I open her ‘Whiskas’ can,
Then we’ll snuggle up in front of the crackling log fire,
soon I will be snoring, as forty winks I now require.

Onomatopoeia Poetry Contest

Sponsored by Emile Pinet

10/23/21
Form: Rhyme

Pot Pourri of National Dishes

Frogs’ legs 
French cuisine fad
Amphibians hopping mad

 Shish kebabs 
Cubed lamb chislic
Served on toothpick

 Pizzas 
Flatbread Italian feast
Waist measurement increased

 Bird’s nest soup 
Rare Chinese foodstuff
Swiftlets sleeping rough

 Mexican wraps 
Spicy chicken fajitas
Hot as senoritas

 Seafood paella 
Shrimp, lobster, cuttlefish
Saporous Valencian dish

 Maple syrup 
Canadians tree tap
Sticky sweet sap

 Digestif
After dinner drink
Brandy glasses clink



17/09/18

'six-word couplet poetry contest' : Sponsored by: Mark Toney
Form: Couplet

Premium Member Japanese Sushi Bars

The best ingredients found coming from near and far,
can be found at any great Japanese sushi bar.
Along with the seaweed and sake vinegar rice
are many raw seafood items that show to be nice.
There is shrimp, lobster, octopus, squid, and cuttlefish;
salmon, tuna, mackerel, caviar from lumpfish.
Artisans can prepare it in any way you wish.
It goes well by itself, or with crisp fried tempura.
One need not go to Tokyo or Yokohama.
There are many fine places to be found in the States.
On any night, take the car and zoom down with your mates
to any number of great Japanese restaurants.
They have what it takes to satisfy all of your wants.
There are so many fine items anyone can choose 
This can be a great night out!  You have nothing to lose!
Form: Rhyme

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