Long Goldfish Poems
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Margarita, fair girl with blue eyes
Come tonight to the hidden spot
When fool moon rises in the sky
To the edge of the watery lot
Where the mysterious willow
Washes her long silky braids
In warm splashes of water
Reflecting shiny moonlight
I will be there waiting for you
Dreaming about embracing you
Kissing your blushing cheeks
And your plum burning lips
I will caress you and kiss
I will drown in the depth
Of your bottomless eyes
Reflecting the stars in the sky
I will carry you to the shade
Where curious moon can’t invade
Our passionate fiery night
Unfolding our deepest desires
Under the weeping willow branches
That will keep our little secret
Next morning when you wake up
And open your eyes I will be gone
And will never be able to come back
I don’t want to see you walking
Into the dark waters deep
Covering your burning cheeks
And rising above your crown
Of innocence that shines
I don’t want to see the ripples
Of water enclosing you inside
Under the surface where goldfish
Is dancing in front of your eyes
Entangling in your golden hair
And kissing your face fair
I was too curious to pass it by
I wanted to know and then
I had to go my own way
Leading me further into
The mountains covered in veil
Of mysteries that I was trying to unveil
Farewell my dear Margarita,
Faustus
Feed your goldfish before you leave
Love them as you love yourself
The bible tells us all fish are created equal
Some people prefer baby guppies
Because their mouths move slow and oval
They are smaller and talk in pantomime
Can breath underwater
And even look like one another all the time
Never throw small things in the toilet
Bony creatures can get stuck when flushing
Fish go better in a soup
Don't tell them that
Or add too much seasoning without a reason
Be truthful to your fish
Be faithful as you wish them to be
They swim about for a living
The Iliad and Odyssey are recommended reading
For people, not aquatic types
Anything other than Greek might suffice
Goldfish don't speak Greek
Don't know about the Trojans either
Luwian is foreign and hard to pronounce
Too many vowels and consonants
Along with cuneiform and hieroglyphic characters
Goldfish are not conversant in such languages
We recommend leaving them in a bowl
Preferably filled with water
That way they can grow old
Don't confuse them with gray guppies
Goldfish are gold
Some say orange or red
Love your fishes any way
Like the good book says
….or was it the cook book?
~Fireflies in the Garden~
The ineffable joy, for a young poetess's heart.
At age seven, observing fireflies in her lush summer garden, dart.
Such oh so magical things, thought she.
Young lover of nature, who also delighted in hugging trees.
Or, to observe the birds, in the huge water fountain, bathing.
To her brown eyes, a window to the world set her heart, a swaying.
Even humble goldfish in their round bowl swimming.
Stole her simple heart, they were gleefully winning.
Whiskers of her cat, how they tickled her tanned face!
Now grown, her little girl heart doth to this day fully embrace.
Fireflies in the garden,how lovely they glow.
Appear in her heavenly dreams, she chases them with her little
girl arms, still.....ah, so very long ago!
June 13, 2020
1:30 pm PST
Poem # 1.237
A goldfish has a memory of three seconds
Very much like senior citizens I'd say
They're often seen aimlessly walking the streets
Wearing their wife's negligee
A sneeze has been recorded at travelling over
One hundred forty feet per second
Fast enough to knock a buzzard off a poop wagon
An amazing feat without question
During an average person's lifetime, one will eat
Sixty thousand pounds of food
That's the weight of about six full grown elephants
Embarrassing to be seen in the nude
In Tokyo, I'm told they sell toupees for your dog
Come on, that's just downright bizarre
Way back, “pants” was considered a bad word
That's one of the strangest facts by far
Only one person in two billion will live to be
One hundred and sixteen or older
Wonder if these geezers are still sexually active
Does the fire of passion still smoulder
The longest flight of a rooster ever recorded
Was about thirteen seconds they say
Chasing all the pretty hens around the barnyard
Clucking, “ride 'em cowboy, olé!”
Did you know Ramses Condoms were named
After the pharaoh Ramses the Second
This gentleman didn't use any such protection
For fathering 160, he's a legend
If you ever find yourself in a crocodile's jaws
Push your thumbs in its eyeballs
The croc will scream and immediately let go
Then run away before you get mauled
My vacuum cleaner likes cookies
Sometimes it makes sounds like Wookies
It eats crayons too
And a lace from a tennis shoe
It hums along with this suction song
Eating up all in its path
It does a good job cleaning
But it can't do math
It caresses carpets and rugs
It invites in bugs
Cobwebs and corners
There's no hiding from this hoarder
There is nothing too tough
And my vacuum stays buff
By sucking at what it does for a living
So if you get the unction
And you see me just standing around
Plug me into the circuit
If you know how to work it
There are goldfish lying on the floor
Snippets and paper punches galore
Glitter strewn and clumps of play dough
And a foreign object....God only knows
So here's to my vacuum
And all you consume
Going from door to door
And room to room
We glide across the floor like Rogers and Astaire
We brush everybody's hair
And after you have done your best
I will put you away for another night’s rest
I have a cat
(or a cat has me),
a furry cat, a very purry cat
when on my lap it's sat,
independent it is
(egotistical too),
yet demands attention
(self-centred through and through),
and when well-fed, its purr
(a four-stroke motor),
is full of condescension,
when behind its ears you scratch
(it's expected of you),
you may believe you heard,
“Meow, meow, meow,”
(sorry, here's the catch),
what it really said is,
“Me now, me now, ME now!”
And, as goldfish swims in bowl,
cat looks on with danger fraught,
thinking, 'So near yet so far,
that fish is food for thought.'
December did not call him out
to the creek,
it was a prod from a walking god
whose legs had grown stiff.
The softening stream is smoky,
a recuperating sun is unlocking the frozen,
slivers and floes jostle to be one
with the melt and miasma.
He watched water rats playing tag
with each other’s tails.
He had argued with her
and was kicking around a grievance.
Peevishly he lobed small stones
at the rats;
they dived into the banks for cover
but soon come out again
to enjoy the spate of the stream.
Water rats seem immune to
prolonged caution and fear,
maybe they are as forgetful as goldfish
or simply habituated to risk.
It was then that he knew
that he had to go home and apologize,
mend what was broken, hold her close
until she melted and flowed again.
Good morning Mr. Goldie
And welcome to the show.
How is life for a goldfish,
Our viewers would like to know?
Well, as you can see, my world is round,
So I have three-sixty vision.
I can see the sideboard over there
And round here’s the television.
I watch a lot of programmes
And I like them on the whole.
But sometimes I’d change channels
If I had the remote control.
Of course, I live under water
So my world is rather quiet.
And, although he feeds me twice a day,
It’s a pretty boring diet.
I like to see the visitors
Who call from day to day.
I’m trying to learn to lip read,
For I can’t hear what they say.
He’s recently got a girl-friend,
So the next bit’s censored I fear.
Oh, I could tell you a thing or two
About what goes on in here,
Well thank you Mr. Goldie
For giving this interview.
Please end by telling the viewers
What the future holds for you.
I’d like to do some travelling
And I hope the time will come
When my owner decides to move me
To a big aquarium.
I’ll swim to every corner
And meet lots of other fish.
I might meet a lady goldie.
Yes, that’s my greatest wish.
But, for now, I’ll swim in circles.
Just going round and round
And round and round and round and round
And round and round and round.
I will always hate the colour orange. Consider:
Last meeting was on promoting sales of necklaces,
The folder given was orange.
Going home was a one-lane affair,
An orange sign stated, “Works Ahead”.
Orange traffic cones lined the lane on each side.
Arriving home I found my wife had installed orange curtains.
By this time I began to have some shivers.
Dinner began: orange pumpkin soup with orange buffalo wings.
“Come dear have some orange juice laced with orange vitamin pills.”
Opening TV and orange Garfield appeared.
Even the Cheetos and Utz Cheese Balls were orange.
Turning to a book what do I get?
A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess.
That’s when I began to really hate the colour
For even the goldfish had the same colour.
“Is it possible in this world it’s all orange?”
My wife thought about that and said:
“Oh no my dear, there’s salmon, carrot, coral, titian….”
Disgusted I left the house towards a verdant park.
Goldfish appear to prefer the color orange
They have no arms to reach conclusions
Live out their lives in water bowls or tanks
Some college students swallow them as pranks
Bad people with no manners
Gold fish are not meant as snacks
Children spill them on the carpet in accidents
They are not guilty of killing their fishy friend
And when stepped on by their little feet
Well that was simply an experiment
Fish die all the time
Survival outside of water is not their style
Fish can't escape at times like this
Fins stop flapping. Fish comes to an end
Gold fish are not inclined to go to war
Or live on or off the floor
The military rejects them
They have deferments for their infirmities
Fish are lacking hands and feet
Goldfish don't walk on streets in evenings
They have no need and have fear of beatings
Preferring loitering in water to sidewalk journeys
They take no interest in dentists either
Goldfish have no teeth and don't eat sweets
Swimming around in its own feces
People are too lazy to change the bowl or feed it
Making for something sad and bleak to see
Inevitably flushed down the drain
No one gives a pittance
They all look exactly the same
Goldfish can easily be replaced
Just pick one up at the pet store
And give it the name of the deceased