Long Fish Poems
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Like A Whirlwind
Dawn reawakes the senses of a drowsy sky
with a golden smile lifting pale clouds high
Stars their astral light fade and then vanish
behind the wall of darkness without a trace
Rays penetrate living cells of all those alive
assuage even the tiniest creatures to thrive
Leaves are the umbrellas for busy beehives
a sort of refuge as they go about their lives
Oceans stir their beds while flying fish soar
honing gliding skills as dancing waves roar
Twelve bald eagles spread their wings fully
floating on thermal currents so effortlessly
On city streets folks hurry to work like bots
invading fire ants hurriedly horded peanuts
Sirens blare as police chased cars speeding
then Planet Earth incessantly keeps turning
11:32 a.m.
11/24/2025
La Quinta Inn
West Palm Beach, Florida
A snake, peacock, dragon, and fish egg walk into a bar…
What color was the fish egg? How big was it? Where did it come from?
I start to falter a bit. I am not sure….
Okay.
What kind of snake was it? Was it a python?
I can tell a python is going to please, so I nod my head.
Eager to get on with this story which I know will amuse him.
“Is it a Daddy snake or a Mommy snake?”
By now, you can guess, I am talking to someone young.
“A daddy snake.”
Does he have hair? This is a concern now, because his daddy is losing his.
I suspected this, but he never takes off his cap anymore, so it is not verified.
Can I get on with this story?
One more question, okay, Grandma?
Okay.
“What is a bar?”
The perils of trying to tell one measly story to an inquisitive four-year-old boy.
fish, lizard, rainbow, cat, pirate, witch,
hat, broom, Peter Pan, Jesus, gypsy, flowers,
starfish, mermaid, peddler man, drums,
monsters, angels, faeries, fish, babies, raccoons,
skunk, hot air balloons, tree woman, Native Americans,
Mexicans, dream catchers, keyboards, stars, dragons,
chair, TV, Christmas lights, wizard, heart, sun, moon.
Can you guess what I am doing or where I am?
I am glancing around at my paintings in the guest room.
castle, queen, coffee cup, flying pigs, pirate queen, spider,
warrior woman, aliens, upside down girl, bumble bees.
Most of my guests are too fascinated to go to sleep quickly.
These walls are saturated with my paintings. I truly must
admit I am a little fascinated myself. When I am done, I
am done. I hope I am not completely done, but I might be.
I think when I’m in heaven,
I’ll put my feet on a soft cloud.
Pour some Tennessee whisky,
and read poetry to the crowd.
I’ll hug my dad a few times,
I’ll kiss my mom on both her cheeks.
Sit at the kitchen table,
eat her good cooking for two weeks.
I’ll walk those dusty backroads,
won’t care about the summer heat.
I’ll play tag and kick the can,
right in the middle of the street.
Maybe I’ll help as momma,
hangs our clothes outside on the line.
And listen to her singing,
“Old Rugged Cross” just one more time.
Perhaps I’ll join my father,
listen to coon hounds running free.
Laying on the grass watching,
soft clouds floating on a cool breeze.
Walk a few acres of beans,
then buck a thousand bales of hay.
Or head to Wakenda Creek,
sit on the bank, and fish all day.
So, when I’m dead and gone, dear,
please don’t shed any tears for me.
Just take my body’s ashes,
and spread me neath that old oak tree.
Take me back to Wakenda,
back to that place where I was born.
Carry me up that big hill,
let me see fields of wheat and corn.
Let me watch the birds and clouds,
drifting through that Wakenda sky.
Like I did in those old times,
before life went too quickly by.
When you come to the graveside,
and see my name carved on the stone.
Know that I am happy dear,
and I shall never be alone.
“How wonderful yellow is. It stands for the sun!” Vincent Van Gogh
Yellow
Yellow is
a painted curb or lines upon a street,
a sign of caution where trains or pedestrians cross,
Yellow pages, school buses, raincoats that we wear.
Thus grabbing our attention, yellow rarely is dross.
Yellow is
an ear of corn with butter dripping off it,
pineapple, lemons, and the skin of passion fruit,
bees with their honeycomb so nice and sweet,
the pear and bananas so many of us eat.
Yellow is
the yolk of eggs, mustard, an omelet,
the wonderful inside custard of chocolate eclair,
bright turmeric, yellow-brownish cumin, and the oil of olives.
It’s even one of the colors of a gummy bear!
Yellow is
abundant in the whole wide world.
It’s where Mother Nature often spreads
across a lawn, fields or wild meadows
hundreds and hundreds of dandelion heads.
Yellow is
a tulip, a rose, or a butterfly on them.
It’s hay, bamboo or hills of grass gone dry,
a dahlia, goldenrod, an iris or a daisy
and the lovely sunflower turning toward the sky.
Yellow is
the color of one fish only called the yellow tang!
Flashes of yellow can show up on a parakeet,
the goldfinch, macaw, and cockatiel.
Easter chicks ad ducklings sport the color looking sweet.
Yellow is
a sapphire rare and also citrine quartz,
amber and the sun that rules our days.
Cowards are called yellow; on the other hand,
it’s the optimistic aura of those with happy ways.
"Always be kind. It costs nothing and it is priceless." By Poet
Time seems to take off and fly far away.
Many years ago as a new Soup member,
Carolyn Devonshire was the first poet to welcomed me.
As the months went by,
she helped me to become a better writer.
Her friendship and kindness,
meant the world to me.
After all,
kindness costs nothing and it is priceless.
She lived in sunny Florida,
a place she loved.
Her "Tiger In The Sea" tells a fish story.
"I thought I had hooked the world’s largest grouper
After struggling for hours, I was still reeling
Refused help from a friend; I was a trooper
Somehow I found its resistance appealing
Hot sun on the Gulf had me in a stupor
And in my hands I started to lose feeling."
In the end she was sick and very tired,
her life and our time together was ending.
I hated to say good-bye,
as she took her last few breathes.
I love her "Mimes At My Funeral" write,
the opening four lines says it all.
"When my time is done and I am finally laid to rest
I don’t want to be recalled as one who lived life depressed.
So as I wrote my will, I chose to leave an instruction
That laughing gas be inhaled by all those at the function."
As a amazing writer now in heaven,
I hope you will have new poems for me to read.
One day we will meet again,
reading and writing and laughing away.
The Country in the Seed
I say nothing, a staircase of mint grows beneath my tongue,
on its steps the dead climb, hiding blue loaves under their coats,
and you move my Sunday from my palm into a caterpillar,
so the gods won't find us — those hounds of gold and pollen;
and the street comes undone, a fish stitched together with windows,
I carry it through labyrinths, it beats the sea against my ribs,
I hear the grass scream with your voice from long ago
and I search through my bones for the child with knees of smoke;
what time is it, my love, in the country of poppy pendulums,
when all the calendars shed their skin onto the bed,
and we, like two melted keys, go searching for a door
that only the rain remembers when it calls out to us?
I open the treatise on the Void, salt shakes loose from its pages,
a rust-colored angel sews my eyelids shut with grass,
and through the darkness I see a heart with doors of wax,
inside it, your silence prays with a mouth full of keys;
on the table, a locust grazes the map beneath my skin,
all that remains is a seed small enough to hold the whole sea,
I wait for you there, bodiless, like the scent left in a shirt,
and I no longer know who is missing from whom when we bloom.
BANGARANG
Young men if you love your mothers,
your sisters , your daughters , your children ……
Be brothers
It is time to BANGARANG
BANGARANG
BANGARANG
BANGARANG time
BANGARANG!
BANGARANG!
BANGARANG!
Why?!
The thievery of children!
Captain Hook has an army of pirates
with pilots and they fly to the islands way out in the ocean
WHERE IS THE COMMOTION ?!
IT IS OUT IN THE OPEN !!!?!
BANGARANG!
BANGARANG!
BANGARANG!
Private crimes atrocities
throughout the seas no one sees
children flee to a never land
No! Never no ever a land !!!!
We are all crying!
Take up your keys pound at them please it is time! Bring the ruckus coding and clacking sources sorcery swordsman take arms ,with the whistles blow hard till they‘re tore! You know if you’re a lost boy!
Gut them like fish ! Throw them right off, dox them the clones of that Hook! The blood thirsty monsters those child stealing bot crooks , the villainous will not prevail!
Hale
BANGARANG!
DO YOU REMEMBER ?
BANGARANG!
Ring the bells!
Ring the bells for the ancients
Allow your lost boy to imagine
and
Remember Peter you have to remind him!
Teach him to BANGARANG again
Tell your friends, the pirate’s treachery it has to end.
BANGARANG BANGARANG BANGARANG!
We will all start clapping and we will believe again ! We will cheer more
and more the more you
BANGARANG BANGARANG BANGARANG!!!!!!!!
A sudden commotion
WORLD WIDE a strong hale to the grown boys who were lost BANGARANG hear the call the tide shouting waves crash from every ocean
Taunting
BANARANG!
BANGARANG!
BANGARANG!
Celebrate the trickster who can boomerang it
all jokes
spam a meme a scheme a dream
muster everything inside you
We know you can Imagine hard
Now make those pirates choke
Croak like frogs!
Food for floating logs
Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick Tock
Boomerang the BANGARANG
Take aim and play the game
BANGARANG!
BANGARANG!
Make sure to parry ( always block)
We believe in you our lost boys
BANGARANG!
Do not stop until the very last old evil crusty Hook pirate has dropped!
NOW!
BANGARANG!
STOOL MATTERS--
O' crap, whatz wuzz that~!!
Oh, I stepped in and animal excrement,
specially that of common domestic
farm animals left in pasture used as fertilizer
Solid matter discharged alimentary canal
Protective covering
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Excrement, especially that of common domestic
Droppings, stepping in and on that stuff
muck droppings dung compost
guano ordure excrement
cowpats cow chips cowplop maul mulch
horse apples, buffalo chips, meadow muffins, dressing humus
Peat top-dressing enricher potash marl nourishment
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ooH! toad juice, bone meal,
peat moss bonemeal fishmeal blood, fish, and bone
La dung ordure
Excreta scat poop dropping waste slops
Odor soil poo dirt turd guano feculence
Egesta doo doody log ejecta ejectamenta doo-doo
Night soil faecal matter, boo-boo, droppings, muck stool
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Defecation excretion stools fecal matter mess turds waste matter discharge
That jusz ain't cool
Caca body waste secretion, cack motion whoopsies, filth kak
Cowpats sewage doings jobbies evacuation number two
Urined cowplop, black water fertiliser, cow chips, meadow muffin cow pies horse apples go to the bathroom
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BM flux, jobbie pooh, whoopsie jakes bowel movement, chips perspiration Creatinine sullage sweat big jobs bodily waste
Deuce compost slurry gobar animal excrement pigeon droppings poo-poo
Protective covering mulch bark compost covering insulation leaves
Organic matter peat plastic sheeting protection litter straw
Babies dirty diapers mommie Bobbie made a poo-poo
9/7/21
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Hello, dear friends, it’s good to have you here.
It’s dark out still! You came before the dawn!
You say you want to go down to the pier?
First let me go and put the kettle on.
Okay, I should have known your fondest wish
would be to see the lake. Let’s sit and chat.
You say you cannot wait to go and fish?
First taste this brand new tea. I got it at
the one new shop in town. It’s been so long
I guess you have not even heard about
our tourist trade. My gosh, it’s gone all wrong.
You did not hear about our horrid drought?
The lake, of which I know you were so fond,
is nothing now since it became a pond!
Feb. 25, 2018 for Nayda Ivette Negron's "Kettle, Pond, Lake" Contest