Long Orca Poems
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Penguin the pilchard leapt onto the ice
He flipped and he flopped and arrived in a trice
He took a deep breath and he held it and then
He bellowed with all of his might… “MEN!”
Pilchard the penguin said, “Where have you been?”
And then asked his friend, “What on Earth have you seen?”
Penguin the pilchard said, “I’m telling you,
A big boat has come with a whole TV crew.”
With all of the penguins now gathered around
Pilchard’s mum, Herring, prepared Pilchard’s ground,
“Remember the plan, we’ve done it before
For when men with cameras visit our shore.”
Pilchard the penguin said, “When they arrive,
We show them the struggle we have to survive.
Let’s huddle together then we can deliver
The image they want so let’s practice our shiver.”
A rumble, some heaving and ice cracks appeared
And up popped an orca… who nobody feared
“Okay,” he said, “so who do I chase,
and who is the stand in, you know… just in case?”
Pilchard the penguin said, “No ‘just in case’,
Nobody’s getting consumed in this place
It will be I that you shall assail
And I won’t be eaten by no killer whale.”
Seagull, the polar bear, said, “Holy cow…
Does this mean I can let my wind go now?’
Pilchard the penguin said, “Don’t let it go,
Until you’ve scraped ice up to make flakes of snow.”
The film crew arrived and they took up positions
They struggled to film the Antarctic conditions
It came as a shock that the blizzards that blew
Came with a stench that was rather like poo…
The penguins all shivered while stood in one place
While foul smelling snow pelted everyone’s face
The crew filmed the penguin as orca gave chase
And shed tears of joy when the whale lost the race
Penguin the pilchard said, “Give them some smiles,
And leap from the sea like Polaris missiles.
And then do that thing that all humans find sweet
Where young penguins stand on their mum’s and dad’s feet.”
Pilchard the penguin said, “It’s for the tele,
Won’t it look good if we slide on our belly.
You see that ice gulley, why don’t we slide through it?”
And Penguin the pilchard said, “That ought to do it.”
The crew packed their gear and they made for the shore
Where they boarded their boat and weren’t seen anymore
While back with the penguins where men were now gone
Pilchard the penguin said, “Get the fire on.”
The year when there are
two Friday the thirteenths.
A the editors at the
Pamphlet Confidental
Released a report on the
6-15-23 Orca Attacks.
It included Superman and
Aquaman spearheading and
commanding the Orcas to
attack the Spanish ship.
Lex Luthor and Brainiac held
a press conference releasing
The information.Meanwhile
a meteorite in space was discovered
the the Daily News revealed the
Large rock had a set of rocket boosters
and a glass shelf that appeared to
be glass Clark Kent said the object
appeared to be alien. In the same week
The Song "Abba Dancer" debuted. The
the Oratrio----"they put the Joker in the Deck!"
Song is said to be by the group
Faz Eddy and Genre Won. We here at
Bow Guss Magazine believe that these are
the Wonder Twins deciesed as a loveable
Music group tryna get closer to hear the
Whispers of the Legion of Doom.Because we
hear Black Manta and Pure.Evil has opened
up a Music Company and has signed Sinara and Fluffious to a new music deal, stay tuned.
San Fransico! San Fransico we heard luthir say! laughing evil
in the background.
Wall clock,
Cinderella got out,
Big Ben's pale attraction,
King Saul highest in York and London,
On dial, his twelve hands juggle,
Hypnosis,
Vineyard blood,
My arrows,
Strings of psalms,
Split arrowheads of dwarfs,
Big Ben's dogs,
Pursue Lady Rowena of Ivanhoe,
Titanic is broken,
Icebreaker from orca,
Sign of Jonah,
Canker on the tower,
Dark hole,
Toxic stepmother,
Fake freedom,
Make gunsight on Sarah (of Tobias) for the gnomes,
But my gold apple of the eye above and over,
Olive oil and Jonathan's honey,
Far like close against who shoots on,
Flame on the town,
Sky fall,
Christmas star only,
Michael knight helps these young women,
Against the red dragon,
To stay in Love,
"Who Is like the Lord?!"
Angel's name in the hand of Mother of God,
This boy, precursor
For Lamb and Lion,
Not a Teuton,
Robin Hood in New York and Chicago,
Monte Cristo at Lyon,
The voice in Moscow,
Wilderness of snow,
Service like an arrow of the Word,
David's stone going like a forerunner before,
When David arrives, He will return with the sword,
And with Cinderella's crystal shoe and Life crown,
For crows and doves, between children of Noah,
Town of the world,
Square of fake Concord,
The Pharaoh's obelisk by Napoleon,
Shady hand on dial clock from the catacombs of lodge,
This Jezebel collusion against the vineyard of Naboth and brother Joseph,
Like a nuclear-armed rocket,
Time stolen,
When Big Ben is loose, fall,
Against only Noah's bow,
With the arrow from the natural rainforest,
Fire of Mowgli,
Good outlaw among wolves,
Confessor on the cross,
Star from the Orient,
Say to the leaders of nations:
"Don't return to fox Herod",
And to Shere Khan Herod: "Don't be with Herodias, dame Terror",
Writing to the seven angels of the churches
By Revelation of John,
Cultures from Noah on Light give all colors,
Worthy and noble communion to Blood and Body,
One who has no sword sell his cloak and buy one,
In sackcloth therefore Elijah and Enoch.
Wind whips ocean waves into a frenzy of frightening beauty. ~by Poet
I'm not an aficionado of the ocean,
Pacific Northwest beaches are rainy
and cold or too rainy, cold and foggy
or just plain cold and then just too windy.
Oceans are beautiful when in landscape paintings
and television documentaries,
in romantic stories of letters in bottles
cast into the vast sea by stranded buccaneers.
I prefer the sweet babbling brooks
meandering through green forests
in the foothills of the Cascade mountains,
and calm lakes reflecting Mount Rainier's beauty.
The ocean is both beautiful and strange
here near the mighty Puget Sound;
Orca occasionally wear a salmon hat
and no one really knows why.
The Octopus might be extraterrestrial,
which would explain random sightings of UAPs~
but honestly, in universal algorithms
of beauty, Cape Disappoint never disappoints.
O' world turning among the stars again
from deep darkest fathom to alpine drift,
in shaking mountain ash in molten rain -
in currents and winds and plates that shift.
Afar nomadic wildebeest in legions herd
million dark across an African plain,
and ‘neath the mighty taloned hunting bird
beasts of prey over a great kingdom reign.
See lobtail singing whales depth to shore
beach on the burial sands - and on sea wing
the great ocean albatross the upwinds soar
beyond far blue horizons wandering.
In jungle mist and rain the silverback
mountain gorillas eat leaf, bark and husk -
trophied like the beasts poachers kill and hack
sold for rhino horn and elephant tusk.
To the far ends of a deep frozen paradise
among seal and pup and hunting orca fin -
over egg and young in snow and polar ice
stands huddled the emperor penguin.
In the great southern land on tree and rock
perch the wedge-tail eagle and cockatoo,
loggerhead and leatherback turtle and croc
nest and outback hops the bush kangaroo.
Across prairie and plains the buffalo roam
and howling wolf and coyote lay their lair -
in salmon stream and spring wilderness home
hunt and fish the fearsome grizzly bear.
Our ecosphere of sea, land and sky shine
like the rare wild oyster and cultured pearl,
from snow caps to desert wadi to coastline
our blue planet is a mother of worlds.
Written: November 2001
Pitching electioneering, albeit Democratic ticket...
as 2020 presidential election nearing
pleading joshing, and endearing...
The choice for commander in chief dum...
dum... dum... dum..
will winnow down, thus
political prognosticator pundits
no longer remain mum
between Donald John Trump,
whose second term win,
would find yours truly numb
versus Joseph Robinette Biden Junior
could infuse flickering
uneasiness among electorate
(quite a few skool
of hard knocks alum
including yours truly),
who attests surfing cyber seas
as seasoned beach bum
up until this moment
feeling rather glum
regarding fate of American democracy
fizzling, muckraking, and sputtering
linkedin with kickstarting,
snapchatting, and twittering
along ever so ho hum
awaiting fateful deliverance
as dueling banjos strum
meanwhile irritable bowel syndrome
nsync with nausea
bubbling, gurgling, quickening
within collective tum
no doubt alleviated chugging,
guzzling, and quaffing
countless bottles Bacardi rum.
Nothing less at stake than (an ill eagle
feebly clutching cherished symbols - regal
representing land of the free and
home of the brave
analogous to once buoyant seagull
encompassing United States)
metaphorical snooping Beagle
only finding peanuts after landing
discovery (of America) triggering extralegal
imbroglios, which courtesy...
Thank manifest destiny
wrought accursed land grab,
where survival of fittest (think militarily)
nonchalantly, insouciantly actually
quite aggressively did nab
great juicy fruited plain continental slab
...to the mountains to the prairies
to the oceans white with foam...
where indigenous people
once stood tall and proud
applying contrived accoutrements,
which implements rendered mortally to stab
invaders, hence convenient plug to jibjab,
(while sack religious lame chap
donning unisexual hijab)
whale within poetic license
to orca straight heady
i.e. think lame muck cab
bra (even garnering groan from
ghost of captain Ahab)
denouncing cheesy pun,
whereby I (Stuart Little) best remain
as caged mouse
subjected to experimentation
within bore writ Tory lab.
The year when there are
two Friday the thirteenths.
A the editors at the
Pamphlet Confidental
Released a report on the
6-15-23 Orca Attacks.
It included Superman and
Aquaman spearheading and
commanding the Orcas to
attack the Spanish ship.
Lex Luthor and Brainiac held
a press conference releasing
The information.Meanwhile
a meteorite in space was discovered
the the Daily News revealed the
Large rock had a set of rocket boosters
and a glass shelf that appeared to
be glass Clark Kent said the object
appeared to be alien. In the same week
The Song "Abba Dancer" debuted. The
Song is said to be by the group
Faz Eddy and Genre Won. We here at
Bow Guss Magazine believe that these are
the Wonder Twins deciesed as a loveable
Music group tryna get closer to hear the
Whispers of the Legion of Doom.Because we
hear Black Manta and Pure.Evil has opened
up a Music Company and has signed Sinara and Fluffious to a new music deal, stay tuned.
"Black and white in want of each other, and not in need, inevitably;
of my following sampling's POV," ... by the Poet.
Pandas are loners, though my statement is a misconception of the simple fact of reproduction and raising. Two credible factors bear on Pandas in the wild, but once they've matured on both points, they part company to be alone.
Between Ludwig van Beethoven and Danny Kaye, tickling those Ivories is a statement for only Kaye since Ivory wasn't a commodity to Pianos over a century old. Striking those 88s does apply, most admirably, for both Piano players.
Dalmatians, a hallmark of fire stations, though by law no animals are allowed, except registered seeing-eye dogs or rescue squads are at the station with qualified animals, or when FEMAs there and their entitled animals.
Possible fun things to see: an Orca reading a Newspaper held up on an aquarium glass; a Penguin nudge a Domino toppling more; a Skunk riding a Zebra-back; in The UK, a Scots girl holding a Soccer Ball under her arm wearing a Pirate's eye patch Skull and Crossbones gazes with her other eye at the inviting Night Sky Stars and Moon while eating an Oreo Cookie, now looks both ways before walking on the Pedestrian Crossing a street as men play Dice on a sidewalk outside a pub in dark Manchester.
*B&Ws in capital letters
Listen, my dears, and I'll tell you a tale
Of a princess, a pirate, and glory.
There's a shipwreck, a rescue,
A romance, a ransom,
And a handicapped whale in the story.
There once was a princess, fairest of all,
But also quite vain and spoiled rotten.
She had a semi-private
Affair with a pirate
That would be but for me now forgotten.
The pirate, Mad Jack, was bloodthirsty and crude,
When upset, he'd explode, blow his top off.
Merchant vessels he sank,
Made their crews walk the plank,
Or, more rudely, their heads he would lop off.
One day Princess Daphne set out to sea
With her maid, they were bound for Majorca.
But the maid, in a gale,
Was swept over the rail
And inhaled by an asthmatic orca.
Lifeboats were lowered, the crew clambered in
And rowed quickly away, only thinking
Of saving their own necks,
Not the princess below decks
Left alone on a wreck that was sinking.
Then through the storm a ship hove into view,
At first Daphne thought it would dodge her.
But before she could hail her,
She felt courage fail her,
From its mast flew a vast Jolly Roger.
When Princess Daphne was brought before Jack,
She was haughty but thought he was handsome.
But to his greedy eyes
This fair royal prize
Represented a shipload of ransom.
But Jack was still human, Daphne was too,
And soon they were sharing their privates.
To his quarters she moved
And his crew all approved,
No one loves a love tale more than pirates.
But what of the ransom, yet to be paid?
Well, here the plot gets even deeper.
The stingy king said to Jack,
"No, I don't want her back.
It's cheaper for me if you keep her."
So Princess Daphne became Jack's sea wife,
And though common, but not mandatory,
When they became parents
They stopped being pirates
And passed peacefully out of the story.
For now then, my dears, that's the end of my tale,
An adventurous one hard to equal.
But, if I may be so bold,
And there's more to be told,
It may one day unfold in a sequel.
Cavernous
I do not believe !, nor do I want to believe
that the delineations you pain upon the canvass’
of our, oh so brief time upon this plane together
represents the true you, the real you, the spiritual soul of you.
I wanted, so much for you to stand by me,
so much for you – upon this earth – to stand with me,
to walk with me upon the raging waters of this sea,
this life of ours, to be with me in calming these waters
these storms, storms drowning emotions, feelings, desires,
sending them into the depths, into Davie Jones’s locker.
Down, down, down to the bottom – of our hearts, our souls.
Me - my spirit has slipped into the mouth of this great Cave,
the caves within – deep, dark, dangerous, opened mouth –
where a Carcharondon Carchanis, an Orcinus Orca, awaits,
it’s stalactites downward force, piercing the upper regions
of my heart, causing great geysers of blood to fly,
it’s stalagmite stilettos, thrusting upwards
into the lower, nether regions of my bleeding heart,
piercing every fiber, every beat that vibrates to the songs
that love’s composers lay at the feet of us hopeless romantics,
songs that have become deafeningly silent to these old ears and the light of their sounds, penetrates not these old eyes
as life’s blood, drips in vain, like tear drops through a vein’s
aneurism – the wounds inflicted by these predators,
wounds ripped into the living flesh of a stilled, beating heart
as it tries to navigate a coarse between Black Shadows,
between the teeth ( stalagmites, stalactites ) of this Cavern,
I have chosen to explore – once more - for Life’s, sake.
The deeper I travelled into the interior of this Cave,
The more I realized, my feeling became even more grave.
The question became, how do I avoid the sting, the bite, stave off the inevitable, – never to love / be loved – to the grave
with all I shared, all I desired, all that I gave !
From the mists of uncertainty, from the fogs of doubts
come numerous ( hundreds ?, ) pages of enlightenment
( for the blind and the blinded ) that project, that question,
that are, even, living statements.
B. J. “A” 2
January 30th 2009