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The so-called "scientists" don't know jack.
Tune out CNN journalists and abandon
The network. It's a mine of misinformation.
Completely reject science; it's totally whack;
Don't believe everything you see or hear.
Whatever you do, do not drink tap water.
The fluoride the previous administrations
Mixed in it, a cognitive frequency trap.
It has to be! My fellow illuminati said so!
Tap water teems with parasitic amoeba.
It's the quickest way to a wicked diarrhea
And a host of other untold ailments.
Ah, yes! Watch out for lead poisoning,
Which killed so many folks in Flint, Michigan.
What? Have you been living under a rock?
Watch out for that abdominal pain
And bloody stool. Oh, you better believe
It was well documented on the dark web.
I'm more informed than the intelligentsia.
Trust me, do not drink tap water.
It contains bacteria and more mercury
Than you'll find in a great white shark.
Only drink bottled water, the Aquafina kind!
Wake up, smell the coffee, you sheeple,
And get with the illuminati program!
Shetah
fiercest warrior of the Andremma Kingdom
When she showed up for the battle, armies surrendered.
Her spirit animals were the wolf spider, phoenix and tiger.
Shetah
wore her assertiveness like armor
When she roared her displeasure, the mountains cringed.
Her familiars were the owl, cobra, and great white shark.
Shetah
eliminated earth’s foes with precision
When she descended into the middle of the wild fires, they cried.
Tears of unhappiness, knowing she would put an end to them
Shetah
traveling from universe to universe
When she appears on earth, she will eliminate the pandemic
I implore her gods and goddesses to hear our plea now.
Show me a place where I can be in a little island far above the sea where the skies touch the hills and transmit a message to my window sill. Show me a place where I can be to touch your heart and sing sweet melodies to thee and when the night rings out in the skies I will gaze at the stars and sing you a sweet lullaby. It seems just like yesterday when you kneel down at my bedside to pray and the moon was my covering and the miracle appears in the morning.
Show me a place where I can be to join your friends and company, a place that bears its bosom in the sea and I can lay my head in the sand and sing sweet melodies for thee.
Show me a place where I can be to romance with the fish in the great big sea, to ride out in the fishing boat and catch some trout. I would hold the sword fish by its mouth and put the Atlantic cod in my bag. I would catch hundreds of mackerel for my deceased dad and put the great white shark in a chokehold.
I would catch some red mullet and make some Barramundi tea for you, and catch the mahi-mahi for the aquarium and prepare the haddock and anchovies for dinner and reserve the red seabream for supper.
Show me a place where I can be to find peace and tranquility, to listen to the birds in the hill as they fly from tree to tree and watch the pileated woodpecker conversing with the bald eagle. The robin and the pelican have nothing in common but when the sorrow join them, they can sing a happy song.
I can see you standing there yearning to join me over here, your heart is real and you are full of zeal and the artic loon will meet with you at noon accompanied by the cormorants, the great auk, dovekie and the storm petrels.
Show me a place where I can be so that I can spend quality time with thee. Take me to Gibraltar in a boat and leave me at the French border with white wine and steak frites. Show me a place where I can be.
In a field of golden sunflowers,
Their faces turned towards the sun's warm embrace,
A great white shark glides through the azure depths,
Silent predator with a fearsome face.
A whip-poor-will calls out in the twilight,
Its haunting song echoing through the trees,
A melody of melancholy and mystery,
A whispered secret carried on the breeze.
Flowery words bloom and scatter like petals,
Poetic verses woven with delicate care,
Each line a tapestry of emotions and dreams,
A language of the heart, laid bare.
In this tapestry of nature's wonders,
Sunflowers, shark, whip-poor-will, and words,
A symphony of beauty and danger,
A dance of light and shadow, seen and heard.
Never knowing if the shark will be appearing
Or if the innocent sunflower will bloom
Hope the shark is gone with his jeering
Down where golden sunflower should illume
My Spirit
Beneath the sunlit waves where my dreams drift and dive,
A silent shadow glides—a force both fierce and alive.
The great white shark, my silent kin, moves through the endless blue,
Its power and mystery mirror something deep and true in me, too.
I feel its wisdom echo in the restless tides of my mind,
In the hunger for discovery, the courage I always hope to find.
A guardian of secrets, it moves with calm command,
Just as I seek hidden depths, and try always to understand.
Its teeth aren’t for cruelty, but for honesty, sharp and bright,
Its eyes hold ancient wonder, reflecting both dread and delight.
It fears neither darkness nor the pressure below—
And like that bold traveler, I go where others dare not go.
In the shark’s unwavering purpose, I recognize my own,
A will to push through storms, to stand strong and alone.
There’s a wild yearning in me to master the unknown sea,
To follow intuition’s pull and let my spirit swim free.
For like the great white, I wander, guided by unseen streams,
Unafraid of the shadows or the boldness of my dreams.
In the vast ocean’s silence, I discover who I truly am—
Fearless, curious, and driven, just like that magnificent guardian.
My soul, as sleek and daring as the shark cutting through the dark,
Finds its power, its purpose, its spirit—
In every wild and wondrous spark.
Adjectives laugh, insisting on their way
Bright eyed ideas determined to stay
Creativity ready to leap and parlay,
Dancing along my dendrite highway
Elusive words rather well fed
Frankenstein fodder explodes in my head.
Grotesque vocabulary parades in my brain.
Hip hop dancers drive me quickly insane.
I eat sixteen sweet rolls, hoping to get fat.
Joking and jumping this way and that.
Kookaburra does knee bends each and every day
Longing to twist me in another creative way
Mysterious mantis is now flying freshly free
Nefarious tentacles swiftly and firmly grab me.
Ostrich in top hat lets out an exasperated sigh.
Purple eggplant pinnacles decorate a warm pie.
Quivering chimps travel in a new outer space.
Responsible llama queens are running in place.
Striped horse pretends now to be a zebra.
Twirling in Africa with a shiny ameba.
Underwater feelings with her weird hums
Vision quests brought on by Cherokee drums.
Walrus and whales summoning a great white shark,
‘Xtraspecial playmates whistling in the autumn dark.
Youth spreading coffee cake around to annoy.
Zealots persuading no one of their frenzied joy.
[In UK English, Bath sounds like Barf not Baff, Laugh is Larf, not Laff etc. Apologies if the rhyme fails in other locales]
Don’t pull the plug out when you’re sitting in the bath
If you do the devil’s imps are gonna have a laugh
You'll be sucked down the plughole and you’ll squeeze around the bend
And you’ll be in the hot place when you get to journey’s end
Don’t pull the plug out when you’re sitting in the bath
Whether you’re a school kid or the navy’s chief of staff
Beneath the soapy water with that plughole looking wider
You see a leg, then three, then six, a massive hairy spider
So when you're sitting in the bath, please do not pull the plug
That tiny little whirlpool’s gonna make you go glue glug
If it grabs your biggest toe and yet you pull it free
That big rat on the end of it is having tootsie tea
So if you’ve pulled the plug out and got sucked out of the bath
You’ll need to grab some flotsam to construct yourself a raft
They empty all the sewers out into the seven seas
The message in that bottle reads ‘did you wash your knees?’
And then it says, I see you pulled the plug out when you shouldn’t
I tried to pop it back in but the danger meant I couldn’t
You might think going down the plug hole would be quite a lark
But in the bath (and please don’t laugh) we’ve got a great white shark.
14 April 2021
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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.
Birthdays come but once a year
A day we celebrate, a day to cheer
We all know the day we're born and our age
For birthdays bring us joy or change of stage
The day I celebrated my fourty-ninth year
On the other side of the world fear
Horror for a young girl named Heather
Who was swimming in ocean waters from boat tethered
Swimming around the ocean deep
Working up an appetitate for something to eat
Was a great white shark fourteen feet, whopper
Jaws powerful enough to bite through copper
At home I thought I had turned fifty
I figured this year would be very nifty
My father who was in his nineties
Reminded me that I was only fourty-ninty
In a land way down yonder
A girl named Heather was pulled under
Great white figured she was good meat
Nice and tender a very tasty treat
A girl named Heather was saved
That very day lived to be one to praise
People who worked to keep her alive
She praised God who lives in hearts and on high
Sara lived many years
Saw her grandsons through tears
She was the strength and glue
Who saw her family's problems through
Just in recent years in a land down under
A fourteen foot great white shark did blunder
Caught in a fisherman's net
He'll probably live this mistake regret
No, the fisherman cuts the lines
Frees his catch and shark from bind
Now the shark he named Cindy
Follows him around even when windy
Follows him everywhere he goes
Let's him pet her on her nose
Rub her belly and dorsal fin
She even grunts and tries to grin
Which of these do you think is the most grateful
Heather who is now disable
The shark who was spared his life
Or Sara the mother, grandmother, and wife
(The story about Heather is true. The shark circled and bit her right leg. Then circled and
grabbed her left leg. The people on the boat were hitting the shark and try to pull her into
the boat and the shark took her whole left leg off. She was only attended by a nurse who
was on the boat and radioed a doctor on shore as to what to do. She was 20 hours away
from the nearest doctor. She was lifeflighted to a hospital in California where she had to
have multiple surgeries and now has an artificial leg. The story about the shark caught in
a fisherman's net was really not true. The grandmother here was a true story.)
I shall not ever swim in seas that swarm with awful fears
I’d never feel at ease in case a great white shark appears
But now there’s a laboratory that can cure my woes
They bring back long dead creatures and, I’m told, everything goes
I don’t care what it costs to bring back the megalodon
This massive shark ate everything and great whites would be gone
So bring back the megalodon to eat all those great whites
Then I can skinny dip again, quite safe, on moonlit nights
It took some time but it’s been done; the Meg now rules the waves
He’s eaten all the creature that sent swimmers to their graves
So now I swim with confidence; the Meg’s been back awhile
And look, I see one coming… don’t you love that gaping smile