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from three miles away
the unmistakable sounds~
of howlers chorus
a slithering snake.
crushing prey without mercy~
green anaconda
small eyed black caiman
twenty foot alligator ~
watching and waiting
waiting in the trees
unsuspecting deer walks by~
a jaguar strikes
through overlapping branches
laser beams of sunlight pierce ~
the dense canopy
worlds largest rodent
like a giant guinea pig~
capybara dives
painful insect sting
as painful as a gunshot~
the bullet ants bite
rainforest rivers
home to pods of pink mammals~
fresh water dolphins
jesus christ lizards
walking across the water~
miracles happen
hanging upside down
eating green vegetation~
slow moving sloths
native indians
rub poison on arrow tips~
from the green dart frog
a very short tail
long shaggy coat and red face~
bald vakari swings
face of a lion
now an endangered species~
lion tamarin
pygmy tribes food source
monkeys, pigs and antelope~
hunting to survive
Written 6th October 2018
Gum trees standing tall amid the scorching sun.
Home for Christmas day, each and every one.
Old Sam from the house next door,
Accepted our invite to share lunch once more.
Each year on Christmas day he joins us, as long as I have known.
It wouldn’t be right for him to spend Christmas all alone.
Those that didn’t get home from Midnight Mass til early morn,
Opening gifts at the crack of dawn, look tired and a little worn.
Mum comes in hot and disheveled and tells us all to take a seat.
We know by the aroma we are in for a Christmas treat.
We carry baked veg and gravy, Dad brings the turkeys to carve.
A slap-up lunch with all the trimmings no-one here will starve.
Mum hops up to bring dessert and complains of the kitchen heat.
Plumb pudding, its 42 degrees says Dad you woman have got me beat.
Ice cream would have done as he hands his pudding dish for more.
Once all the food was eaten old Sam offers thanks galore.
He musters the children to sit around him on the loungeroom floor.
As he begins telling them a story of a magical tour.
The children are enchanted as into his memory he reaches.
Wonderous stories of things they’ve never seen, describing beaches.
Golden sand and dolphins surfing the waves of oceans blue.
Country children that had never seen a beach. His stories are so new.
Dad stretches in his favorite chair saying what a great Christmas Day.
The Children gather their new toys, and some begin to play.
Sam in his big raspy voice begins singing carols. All join in one by one.
Mum quietly exclaims. “There's still the washing up to be done.”
All aboard the Fantasy M/S of Carnival
for half a week’s vacation time of fun and falderal.
Hear greetings from your captain, his director and the crew.
Ready, set, get going. The Bahamas wait for you.
Bon Voyage! There’s Reggae music playing on the Lido.
Dinner is at 6 or 8. Hold off on that tuxedo!
You could eat a pizza by the Windows On the Sea
or go beneath to dine on shrimp and meet the maitre d’.
Gamble or see comedy; reflect upon the ocean.
Late to bed; relax your head; sense the soothing motion.
Rise and shine in Freeport where the ship will dock all day.
You can disembark to take a tour, or you can stay.
On board the ship, take a dip; lounge or dance Calypso.
Get yourself massaged; work out, shop or play some bingo.
All day long, you can find folks doing funny things
like contests for the men with hairy chests or knobby knees.
Day two when you waken, you will be in Nassau.
There’s stuff for everyone, from your kiddies to your grandma!
Little ones may stay behind. Folks will entertain them,
or the kids can tag along with the adults. No problem!
If you like adventure, visit lovely Blue Lagoon.
For snorkeling with sting rays, the boat leaves right at noon.
You can pet some dolphins, but extra you should pay
if you want to swim with them. That’s one special day.
In town you might be nabbed by a plaza beautician.
Getting braids is all the rage, so people get their hair done.
Get back to the gangway before the ship sets sail.
If you‘re still not having fun, you must be a door nail!
“Day at Sea” arrives as your trip is winding down,
And the biggest night is coming; women wear a gown!
That final evening dining perhaps with a new friend,
you’ll wish instead of ending, it were starting all again.
Gals and guys with braided scalps; everyone looks nice.
Ah, that midnight feast with pretty sculptures carved in ice.
The ultimate for leisure if you’re after more than snoozing’.
In the laid-back natives lingo: “Mon, you best be cruising!”
NOTE: (this describes a vacation I took about 12 years ago, my first
and probably last cruise ever, unless I come into money. haha.
I'd seen Europe in my youth but as vacations go,this truly was
the best one.)
For Carol Brown's Contest: "It's Time for a Vacation"
seafarers’ paradise
seven men drowned
when a ship sank under gigantic waves
seven weeks later
they appeared on the Island of Saragossa
where singing shanty is forbidden
but seaweed is served in 7 variations
by a female ship cook, the only woman
who had been welcomed
as mess-maid was not proper sailors
as for the dead they are soaking wet
it is what keep then going, and lives in caves
lit up by electric eel and blue sea stars
the carpenter has added shelves.
strict ranks are observed, the skippers have
the biggest cave, in a smaller cave, the chief steward
drink whisky from a flask that fills itself up
insist he is an officer, is in conflict with everyone.
since the island is timeless, no one knows or care
whether it is forenoon or afternoon
they listen to the cook’s bell, especially if curry is served
when it is summer, they swim with dolphins.
for far too long now
he had bottled up his emotions
stuck reason to his wavelength
and built an intricate structure
in the glass bottle of his mind
a real showpiece emerged
crafted by a master sail maker
a museum piece of an anchor however
and a bell that refused to ring
so tightly was the voyage enclosed
static it towered on a fire place surround
with other less prominent trinkets
a skinny laughing Buddha and some
Russian dolls mocking his very own
Potemkin villages and a bottle of Vodka
when the vessel hit rocks once more again
and descended into an underworld of passion
it crashed on a lighthouse in passing
and the beam of confusion burnt
a hole in the glass shelter
disfigurement shone until the bottle
emerged from its molten ruins
in the shape of a lifebuoy
he had always thought that
one pull on the life line
which raised powerful trim
would adapt to winds and slackened lull
easily at the push of pure will
illusions in doldrums and thunder
storms fair weather and dolphins
rocking his boat taught him
to swim on his own
search for sea shells and driftwood
and a hut on the beach
the best part about his construction
was that the old ship had never been
seaworthy and that trial and tested error
had been worth a passage of terror
now pacified and calm near the shoreline
23rd October 2021
rainbow circle sky
blues greens yellows orange
a dew prism light
red rose redolence
lilies scent countryside dew
springtime perfume cue
rose mums tulips blooms
valley violets veronicas hues
lilies lilacs soothe
fireflies in flight
bioluminescence bright
a seasonal light
bug process honey
pollen flyers yearn nectar
flowers turned sweet fruits
bees labor party
pears peaches pineapples
flower foods eaten
aquarium seas
whales snappers sharks dolphins
ride wave vehicles
sky ring of fire
huge star blocked by a pea
the moon eclipse sun
whimsical weasel
waterfall weathered willow
wilderness walk watch
winged ballerina
arthropod in flight
orange wings with eyes
leaf cutter cuts leaf
squirrels store nuts in tree huts
humankind does same
Underwater where sound
carries much farther
the bustling of fish feeding
awakens the whales
tis morning above
frigates are moving
their noise like fright rising
all the sea's creatures
suffer it's passage
from shore into deep water
filling the oceans and seas
noise pollution is deafening
the whales by nature
swim towards the quietus
mass strandings before them
dolphins lead the way
facing an unheard of escape
frigates grow larger
and the new are born to it
the bewailing
that ear splitting deprivation
our cloud of disquiet
at sea level up on it
above the drone of ships
onboard under Cetus
no hue or cry is made of it
the devastating consequences
of 1087 feet per second
beating soundly to extinction
all that lives below
while humans draw power from it.
Blue on blue
a sandwich
of the sky and sea
clutching on
jealously
to the distant horizon.
They both join hands,
laugh,
and emit their
features,
creatures and apparitions.
Streaming towards you
like they're on
washing machine wringer rollers,
one spinning out and up
the other,
spinning out and down,
painting the scene
blue on blue,
silk-screened.
Seagulls soar.
Flying fish leap.
Dolphins hobby-horse.
Fishes flip, flop and swim.
Clouds billow and wallow along.
Waves rush onward with crests
on their chests.
All this and more, is rolled out at dawn,
then gets rolled away at dusk,
to wring another day.
Salty air breathed from crystalline peaks
I breathe in And catch a glimpse
of the dancing, bowed bodies.
They perform a graceful ballet,
like arrows shot from an archer’s bow,
they leap, breach and roll.
Their eyes have seen ages of brine and shifting sands.
I wonder if they really are the “Watchers”,
like the “Dogon” stories portray them.
Did they once have legs instead of fins
and can we really be their children?
Perhaps that is why they are so quick to help us;
Why a child who can not speak can suddenly come to life?
He won’t be silenced again
after all, he swam with the dolphins.
Could it be the magic of the dance that heals?
Odd, that they are always there when needed
And can transform a stagnating life
into a miraculous moment of rebirth!
Do you want to meet in this poem
The unique man who has no boredom
He cooperates with all
In the summer winter and fall
His friendly gestures are indeed wholesome
Close by the seashore he wanders though
Rising from the sea where the breezes blow
He hates the gray boredom
He loves the pink freedom
Looking at the sea his eyes in the brilliance glow
Wearing a blue shirt of poetry
Lends his hand to everybody
Large medium or small
In the slum or hall
In his heart resides a scarlet harmony
Whenever you call him come swim with me
With laughter he will readily agree
With a love and affection
Will lead you into the ocean
Wherever he goes he builds a community
Whether you are a friend or an alien
With the communicative eyes are spun
The intimate friendship
As tender as the palm leaf
Ready to blossom in a crimson cooperation
He is the warm friend Robinson
An enemy he considers no one
In the ocean moonlit
He is the playful spirit
Giving everybody a sound protection
Most of his time he passes in the sea
The trusted friend to you and me
The strength of the breakers
The creator of colours
With him and his family I am in a pink spree
I came to know him a month before only
Yesterday when a man called him loudly
Dolphin, Dolphin, Hey
A tremor in my bouquet
Hello, he responded proudly
A dolphin looks from the seashore
The lyrics bloom in the rapport
Two dolphins handsome
The blossoming guitars strum
They hug each other and float a blue corridor
February 12, 2018
Dolphins - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julie Leigh Rodeheaver