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are under the sea,
some in the shallows,
some so deep
even the burrowing fish
know them not.
When, at the end of the long pier
you meet the rail
the flimsy rail,
that separates you from all the drowned,
do you see
the storms, bombs, shells, or kraken
that took them down,
or do you see the leaping dolphin,
the sky-blue infinity
upon a gleaming silver coin?
Do you imagine
the sunlight rebounding off
the curly legends of mariners,
tattoos nibbled and yet talking still
of the last and first foot they put
upon this watery space,
where even the familiar
is alien. If you follow their paths down
to where the devil dances
in his fishbowl
(the one you smashed with a flying elbow,
just an accidental jab
that took the wind out of your world
until now),
do that, then never
go upon the sea again.
Tis' a break
Tis' a break
There's nothing to scratch.
Ponder for a vendor,
Rice for a sake
And there's no Ale for a man.
Silence is broken and golden,
The trees are not in the mood,
To be wavy by the gale.
Bright is the moon,
But not the mood.
It's a fair,
A given fair.
Life's a moron,
And I'm a boron.
Golden is the hull,
But not the heart,
Where courage lies in the cage,
Hiding from the knowns and waves.
Planks can be the constant,
For the wanderer,Angels are these floaters.
Wind does not guide the wanderer,
Searching for the Eden.
Young are these youngsters,
And old is the captian.
Cups can be full of wine,
Not the gold.
Huge are the ambitions,
But not the efforts.
Tricky is the rope,
For the weak.
Ready is the kraken,
But not the canons,
Rust lies in the barrels,
While,Wine fills the tummies.
Let the glitter of the sun engalf the palms,
Anchors leave the decks,
Waving the visitors.
Let the gust fluff the mast,
All mans on hands,
For the search of unknowns at the end.
It was a quaint little shop
Looking strangely out of place
And the owner was a hermit
With a crinkled young old face.
He was a man of distinction
Of health hearty and hale,
Had looked a Haggis in the
Eye and lived to tell the tale.
He had lived with a mermaid
Having found her in distress
Nursed her back to health
To become his new mistress.
He had sailed the seven seas,
Served with a Samurai band,
Been a leading Ronin before
Sailing away for Samarkand
He had awoken the Kraken
Then, before it was too late
Quietly swum away to avoid
A somewhat gruesome fate.
He had hunted with Vampires
But only on those darkest nights
For they'd had to be recoffined
Before any sign of daylight.
The werewolves of Carpathia
Had taught him transfiguration
A secret he'd long discarded
Once he'd left that roving nation.
Bareback ridden a unicorn
Learned all its Pan Pipe skill;
Sometimes early on cold dark
Mornings he would play it still.
He didn't believe in Faeries.
Didn't like to fantasise,
Only believed in those things
He'd seen with his naked eyes.
I left him making a Herbal tea
Said I didn't quite know when
But the very next time I passed
I'd pop in and see him again.
I shouted my goodbyes
As he worked away inside
And I eagerly continued on
My Magic Carpet ride.
A kraken with red wings
Arrived in town, claiming a talent to sing
Lions roared with delight
Wanting to see, such an entertaining frozen water sight
Tigers seemed all right
Knowing their King was in the spotlight
Showing gridiron might
“You may need a rod and reel
That is how a mariner would deal
With this monstrous catch
In the oceans the fisherman needs to fetch”
Watching the seahawks
Stalk
The fishes
With wishes
Accompanied by tartar sauce dishes
Lions got into their car
Left the motor city bar
Engine pistons spewing flames
Supersonic attitude instigating power playing games
Deep into the night air
A Friday night audience relaxed enjoying the affair
Preparing for a scare
That could turn Jay Blue
Challenging the Canadians ‘are you through?”
No matter which two
Find the winning score
Belting one out having the American championship floor
Be a Circus Star
Doesn't matter who you are
You'll have fun by far
Now it's time to go
To the funny Circus Show
See the Clowns I know
Watch them all pile in
To the Circus Volkswagen
Amongst the applause din
I the Canon's spot
A clown in a suite gets shot
Across parking lot
Monkeys and Owls
Time for Circus animals
Elephants, Camels
Time for Acrobats
Fly around the tent like bats
Like that's where I'm at
Now in center ring
The clowns start to dance and sing
The band is playing
Clowns happy to be
In the Circus Family
Their insanity
The kids like to see
Insanely is funny
The kids laugh and scream
Now we all shall go
Back to the Acrobat show
They swing to and fro
Let loose the Kraken thing
In the pool at center ring
Hear the Sirens sing
For what it is worth
It's the Greatest Show on Earth
Has been from it's birth
Players and Actors
Figure in all their Factors
Coming back for more
Playing all the parts
Acting all the roles by heart
When the Circus starts
You on the Dark Side
With a mask you run and hide
With the Clowns on high
People love the Clowns
They turn their World upside down
Under circus Crowns
I'm the insane Clown
With my frown turned upside down
In your dreams I'm found
High from where you are
Try to be a Circus Star
Funny, Mad by far
Trying hard in kind
A way to heal up my mind
Where's solace to find
As long as you stay
I'll take your worries away
At least for today...
The Tears of a Clown
When there's no one else around
Doesn't make me sound
Now, behind this mask
All I ask, take me to task
While I swig my flask
Yes, I am the Clown
My big smile now become a frown
I won't hang around
The show is now over
With the echos of laughter
Goes on forever...
Copyright Jeff W. Watson, July, 26, 2026
I’m wed to moon, a motif for romance.
A god, my grace by poets oft is sung.
Yet some who voyage my expanse by chance
into the briny depths of me are flung
by tempests or by quakes! I do not save
unfortunates. I reign but give free will.
Chained chattel cruelly cast into a grave
by tyrants - lie submerged within me still.
When *Kraken drags his victims ‘neath my skin,
like God above, I rarely interfere
but brim with salty tears for all that’s sin.
Now hold this token seashell near your ear. . .
beneath the echo of an endless swell,
hear souls whose grief one God alone can quell.
*Kraken is a mythical monster of the sea
For the the Open Sea - Sailing, Creatures, Treasures Poetry Contest
Now for Brian Strand'sthe 'ALL YOURS (Jan 27)' Poetry Contest
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Soon, O toil? Take, tamarisk?
Athlete, hurl disc!
Flickering fog in fine-kept frisk!
Blessings in the brisk!
Amiable heaven, hell:
What to do about?
Blood congeal and ichor gel!
Set fire to the spout!
Yes, indeed. And human need?
We don't share their greed?
Apostate, dost thou still bleed?
Masses, doth ye feed?
Taken, look at twilight?
See lights as far away?
Shark and kraken, at the fight?
Squid colossal, stray?
Woe in state of torment?
Yes, and who to blame?
Queen of Carthage, thy lament!
Aryan King, the same!
Atoms, split! O judge, acquit!
Blind to what was bit?
Harpsichord cube, take that hit!
Cobra, will ye spit?
Halo on the harpy? Yes.
That is what we bless!
Bitterness and doubt! Duress;
Should we second-guess?
River made of tentacles;
What ore here doth lie?
Blossoming the brazen bulls!
Silver soar the sly!
Yellow flake in ancient creek;
What lends thy mystique?
Barbarian, learned thy Greek?
Turned, taciturn chic?
Toil, turmoil, trite, terror?
Miseries of the box?
Blame beset, O boiling burr?
Penury, thy phlox?
Thanks given to traveling tale?
Bill of slave, thy sale.
O salvation, ride the rail!
Haymaker, thy bale!
Two Words – Redux One
Thumb
Finger
Hand
Foot
Toe
Toes
Blunder
Thunder
Seam
Beam
Stupidity
Contagious
Intelligence
Desired
Planets
Stars
Venus
Mars
Milky
Way
Iambic
Rhyme
Real
Divine
Curve
Time
Nose
Ears
Sticks
Styx
Bald
Hairy
Baloney
Piffle
Top
Bottom
Trump
Mussolini
Charlatan
Fascist
Sun
Mercury
Cosmic
Certitude
Mad
Man
She
Monster
Eyes
Flies
Turd
Bird
Money
Desire
Fruit
Empire
Pain
Pane
Brain
Drain
Red
Blue
Tie
Shoe
Gun
Bullet
Fun
Bun
Wind
Rain
All
Same
Drugs
Thugs
Atwill
Actor
Lamarr
Actress
Snot
Plot
Rasputin
Putin
Monk
Dictator
Zombie
Walking
Run
Bum
Much
Talk
Franklin
Adams
Madison
Monroe
History
Record
Fake
News
Some
Say
Bale
Hay
Right
Way
Not
Today
Toe
Jam
Computer
Scam
Earthen
Dam
Heaven
Hell
Magic
Spell
Athena
Bubo
Perseus
Andromeda
Poseidon
Kraken
Action
Motion
Yes
No
Yup
Nope
Submarine
Scope
Bismarck
Battleship
Gloom
Doom
Titanic
Tomb
Job
Rob
Bank
Banc
Anne
Frank
Humpty
Dumpty
Big
Egg
Stand
Tall
Rick
Ugarte
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
July 22, 2018 (Short-Form Free Verse)
McGee’s Tall Tale
I first saw McGee with his back facing me
sitting in the Pub with a pint
When Finn, asked him "Tell us a Tale"
So, he stood up and said "I just might"
His face looked grim, as I studied him
and his eyes were fixed and glistened
"Boys, This will blow your moorings away,
with a tale, if you just, sit and listen"
"On a stormy night, all the hatches were tight,
and our cargo was lashed with strong ropes
With my years spent at sea, never thought it'd be me
Who was finding it hard just to cope"
Mcgee's voice became weak, as he started to seek
something to drink from his mug
"Quick, buy him a beer, No, take mine, it's right here"
As Finn pulled out a stout jug
Then McGee took as sip, held the jug by his hip
And proceeded to render his tale
“There was a monster you see, as big as could be,
One that could eat a large whale”
Now, the men were all tense, and the monster immense
Growing bigger, with each pull of the plug
And the waves got much taller while the poor ship grew smaller
Each time McGee sipped from the jug
“ This monster you see”, said half drunken McGee
“Was a Kraken, attacking the ship,
took one look at me, pulled me down in the sea
With a lethal and almighty grip”
From out of the blue, Finn yelled “ What did you do ” ?
As McGee let loose with a laugh
With the free drinks all through, McGee said, “You Fool,
I DIED THAT NIGHT, ARE YOU DAFFED”
We are of One Mind -
a tentacled,
ethereal monstrous mind,
not inherently vicious
but nevertheless
prone to random acts of terror.
One Mind swims,
slips through your time and mine.
Thought-eels mate in that gelatinous
body of I ’ness.
Legends grow into settled science,
words like krill swell
reach Brobdingnagian proportions,
become too big to fail, reach into the realms
of deniable plausibility.
Of course we must argue and differ,
debate and judiciously slaughter;
alone we are sprats and minnows
in the belly of a godly Kraken.
Of course we are One
but I do believe
that you’re all in My ocean
and I am Not in yours.