Long Marlin Poems
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I've got a dish of killifish
I wish to eat that silly fish
Baked, or fried in peanut oil
Roasted, dried, or let to boil.
Make me a star-gazy pie
Take me to the Catfish Fry
Lead me to the China Sea
Feed me hermit crabs and brie.
Help me out with rainbow trout
Salt and thyme and wedge of lime
Filet of sole, or snapper red,
Served up whole, or just the head.
Meals of eels caught on reels
You're the star with caviar
Butter clams served with yams
Can't say no to salmon roe.
Tuna eyes baked in pies
Oh so daring pickled herring
In the lurch for snails and perch
Ring the bells for cockle shells.
Canned sardines on toast with greens
Sturgeon, sprat, and stuff like that
Grouper, pike, that's what I like
Smelt and bream that make me dream.
Cajun shrimp for my new pimp
Lutefisk and lobster bisque
Flying squid and yellowfin
Silver carp and capelin.
Give to me a plate of oyster
Eat them raw, that way they're moister
Tilapia and tiger prawn
Eat them 'til my hunger's gone.
Hake or krill would be a thrill
Bass and shad will make me glad
Tasty crappie makes happy
Give a nod to Greenland cod
Oo! I'd like a northern pike
Barramundi served on Sunday
Grouper, alligator gar,
Halibut or no cigar.
Amberjack atop hardtack
Pan-fried kipper for the skipper
Mackerel, tasty as hell,
Lox and mullet down the gullet.
Kokanee or marlin blue
Arowana, bowfin too
Bring to me your soups and stews
Sing for me the dogfish blues.
Flawless
Down in Florida on the twenty-ninth of May,
the Phillies had a pitcher named Roy Halladay.
There was a show in store for Phillies fans in town.
In each inning, three came up and three went down.
In this one game during a pennant chase,
not one Florida Marlin could reach first base.
The only run scored on an error by Cameron Maybin.
However, that was all the Phils needed to win.
When it was all over, Roy pitched a perfect game.
There is no better way for a pitcher to achieve fame.
Flawed
A Major League team that used to be in Montreal,
is now in Washington, DC playing the game of baseball.
In the nation’s capital, they are again playing the game.
The “Nationals” is this baseball team’s name.
They have poor hitting, lousy pitching, and make errors by the score.
As a team goes, they are the same as they were before.
To see where they stand, they need a periscope.
The team is in bad shape will little immediate hope.
The Nats have given their fans little to cheer for each season.
Their annual dismal performance is the paramount reason.
Young Bobby Lee, loved Patty McGee;
They were married in the spring of eighty-three;
Auburn locks and pretty as you please;
Patty was a looker, complete with sharp tongue;
Her greatest bi-ch was they were not rich;
Bobby was no lay about and worked hard every year;
The money came in, but Patty had an itch;
And though they never lacked for beer;
Patty wore a frown from ear to ear.
On the day he found out it filled him with glee;
When Patty told Bobby their two would become three;
They named the boy Tommy, Patty was a Mommy;
Yet, Patty still burnished a God-awful frown;
What were the odds? What was the chance?
When Patty saw Tommy, it was hate at first glance.
For her Tommy wore no princely crown;
She could tell right away the boy was down.
As the years expunged, Patty’s serrated tongue,
Cut Bobby into pieces. She ate up his fun until he was done;
For he came home each evening chockful of dread;
Till one fateful morning Patty found him dead in their bed;
He held tight a note written in red;
Patty ripped it away to see what it said;
Be good to Tommy, be a nice Mommy;
Make the insurance man pay.
You’ll finally be rich, which I know is your itch;
I only wish you could have loved me anyway!
The money was fine, and Patty sublime;
Until the funds ran dry;
Then she did rant and turn on a dime;
To Tommy she was, both cruel and unkind;
Her hate for him a mortal crime;
It came to a head, on that day of dread;
When Tommy turned sixteen;
Mommy tore up his heart, shredded it apart;
The scars they would not mend;
Tommy had a friend, by the name of Ben;
To his house he did wonder out;
He found a Marlin and some lead;
And home he did tread with his score;
He met his Mommy at the door;
She swore at him as he turned about,
And whacked her stiff and stout;
Mommy went down hard upon her back;
And before she could rally to finish her attack;
Tommy stuck some lead right in her head,
And as he headed off to bed.
Feeling no sadness, feeling no dread;
He softly whispered and this did say;
She could have loved me anyway.
I feel like I am in the belly of a whale right now. That whale is grief... I am just floating around with whatever else is in the whale's stomach. Every time the grief hits me, I try to hit it back to force my way out. Casually just waiting for it to eat me while also looking for a way out. Maybe eventually I can find a way out, like Marlin and Dory did in Finding Nemo, but for some reason, the whale wants to keep me there. It likes my company...
Why did it eat me?
What does it want from me?
Why can't it just spit me out already?
Why is it so dark in here?
Will anyone ever find me in here?
I'm scared. I'm alone.
Hello?
Anyone?
Help me out of here!
From his bottle, Grandpa took a sip.
I gazed sleepily at his bottle ship.
Grandpa said that life could be so cruel.
Grandma said, your grandpa is a fool.
Grandpa ran his mouth from his chair and
Grandma said he always runs a fool's errand.
Grandpa said he sought the Holy Grail,
but he came up empty without fail.
Grandpa's poured out tales, an ocean deep.
The bottle ship, soon gone, and I, asleep.
Soon, I was a fisherman in a dream,
fishing for happiness in a saltwater bream,
The bream said, "I'll give you a little tip -
happiness, through your hands, will always slip".
I tried to catch freedom in a sailing fish,
but he flew away, along with that futile wish.
So, I tried to catch tuna, the fish of truth,
and came up with just a fallacy of youth.
Next, I looked for beauty in the marlin,
but she put me down, "Take a hike, darlin".
The fish of justice, my next angling goal,
took money while reading from a scroll.
Ah, so money must be the fish to grab -
but, sick and unloved, I picked up the tab.
Every fish and thing I strived for was a joke,
and one by one they all went up in smoke.
All the fish in my dream were just a school
to teach that searching is the errand of a fool.
When I awoke, Grandpa, too, was snoring,
Grandma said, "to himself, he's even boring".
I decided then, I would make my life at sea -
to catch anything, there'd be no guarantee.
I don't know anything worth anything anyway,
except the ocean's sand and salty spray.
hola sh!t!
who are YOU?
spanky girl
in thigh high
boots! whoah!
shadow long
disguised a form
petite in size
since the day
i was born
wHip! my lip
sticks out
and I pout
when I don’t
get what i want
Patient as
spit on a fire
and I come out
with intent
and desire
so move over…
gentlemen
it’s time to hire
something that works
cosmic my
Rogue.ish grammar
burped a turd
into propers
manners…
top robers
robbers of our hood
I’m a vent I said
and you’re the Marylin
with your panties all wet
I’m moving in
and taking over this place.
"...Marlin, it wasn't my club..."
"...look out, the ocean's mad..."
Form:
Told me you loved me
told me you cared
if thereah- problem
You'd always be there
I could lean on you
Cause you really loved me
Said you were my lover
My Lover and Friend
In such this obligation
a emotional stress
seems you were testing me
And I passed your test
Asked me to yours
All to yourself
Just me and you
And no one else
I saw you dancing
Act like I wasn't there
Grooving and grinding
you without a care
A lustful sight
for all to share
an effect to shame me
it's you without a care
A quarter to Nine
where have you beeen
I have to be somewhere
you out with your freinds
My busted Ego
My mind battered and bruised
feeling unloved
I'm feeling used
My foes would say
That's what he get's
and smile with laughter
with no regrets
What can I do
find someone else
aint right feeling unwanted
All by yourself
Care to mention
What's wrong and what's right
Don't tell me you love me
Just to have something to say
Should I even bother
When troubles ah bound
To say you ain't here
You're know where around
Spoke-it to mention
what's going on
you're right when you're right
you're wrong when you're wrong
A means to an end
that's how we relate
Shedule time together
for you to negate
I've been your fool
To keep your attention
Been your clown too
That aint too cool
I saw you dancing
I got all frustrated
I just walked away
this is so complicated
If this Guy's your new Mister
then this is over
Don't kiss me
or lean on my shoulder
Our nephew and his lovely wife invited us for an afternoon on their boat
and I immediately thought of The Old Man And The Sea…you know the book that Hemingway wrote.
As I lounged in the softness of my seat and felt the wind blowing through my hair…I wondered about Hemingway’s fisherman…and how he and I would compare.
We learned Santiago was an old and experienced fisherman as his story did unfold…I am not a fisherman…but like Santiago…I am old.
Santiago put in early…it was for the big catch he did wish…our boat left the dock around midday heading to a restaurant where we’d eat fish.
Santiago’s boat was a little skiff…he fished all day and all night under the moon…we were out for a few hours in a bigger boat…with a motor…and pontoons.
Santiago fought an enormous marlin…worried he’d make a mistake…without a worry we gawked at enormous houses on our leisurely ride across the lake.
Santiago fished alone…hoping the bad luck he experienced of late would come to an end…I sat there thinking how lucky I was to be surrounded by family and friends.
Santiago braved the elements…the fish…his own fatigue…the cold…Gee, I guess when I really look at it…all we have in common is that the two of us are old.
Yes, after throughly thinking this through…that’s the only comparison I can see…between my experience yesterday…and the old man and the sea.
And although Hemingway’s novel won him a Pulitzer and is, arguably, one of the finest books he wrote…I think I prefer my version of the old man in a boat.
Sailors from a sinking ship not one shall survive
For mermaids grasp them by the hips
and to the bottom dive.
Both young and old sailors gasp and drown
into the deep.
The ocean is a sea of tears in dying they weep.
So beautiful the mermaids are with faces young
red lips and slender necks were strings of pearls hung.
Their hair is long and flowing in every hue a man could desire
their eyes are deep and dreamy set one's heart afire
Their breast are full and perky every red blooded boy would peek
their skin smooth their hands soft make the strongest man weak
But below the waist a fish tail large and ever strong
powerful in the mermaids grasp, no escape forever you belong
She is fast is the Marlin swims with a shark's bite
and the death of drowning sailors brings her an odd delight.
So beware ye mates and sail on never listen to the sirens song
for if you sail to close to the rocky sea coast your ship and life be gone
The mermaid such seductive beauty, tempts a lonely man at sea
but she is the devil fish, your life and soul a pearl on her necklace to bead.
"The Other Ocean'
She’s on the other side
On another Ocean
The colour in the light
Hides the burning
fire in her eyes
She’s slowly falling into line
Clock keeping time
Days bleed into empty pages
failing Blank Verse Rhyme
Sugar from her lips
her song becomes
her sweetest crime
On another Ocean
She sings her story
with such addiction
such syrupy devotion
no idle victory
just pure
innocent emotion
Her loneliness cries
Deepest Bluest TRUTH
radical,
hot coal commotion
King Marlin
jumps high
in his other Ocean
Puts down his sword
he’s swimming somewhere
out of time with
other hearts imploding
white horses capped frozen
on another ocean
Her heart’s cut
out of time
needs metronome
with his blue reprise song
his opus, takes this,
her Love’s bleeding opium
his immolation
snow falling
on another Ocean
someone waiting for you
in your boat
on another Ocean
The morning
arrives too soon
on another Ocean
lying in her boat
a distant wave
she is waving
she is drowning
On another Ocean
Rocking boat
on another ocean
Runs her fingers
in her ocean
dreaming she’s
in your Ocean
She’s on the other side
In another Ocean
(Lovejoy-Burton/2018, Jan / Lyrics)
1. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f77SKdyn-1Y
2. José González - Veneer
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v80KTAmltC0