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Oops, they pushed their captain off his own ship,
made sure the deck was slick, black-boot polished,
waited ‘til great white sharks surrounded it,
until sharp sword swells upended its whip.
They turned their back, mocked, laughed, pretending to
be very serious - glasses pinch nose.
They swabbed the deck whitewashing its bleak sin.
OvErThRoW overthrow, not noticing
a tidal wave is coming — a rogue wave
ripping and roaring, exploring — the bore
soaring, sore like Noah’s flood overdone,
as the fallen angels drink from its cup.
12/4/2019
I spent six glorious days at the bottom of the ocean
I had turned mermaid, so needed no special equipment.
The seaweed parted and the kelp sung me a melody.
I was the ultimate siren, letting signals lose that sunk ships.
I was a danger, for sure. The sea did not know what had happened.
The sharks tried to threaten me, but I had a knife in my secret pocket.
I filleted them, and ate them, and threw their fins to the water top.
They congregated like broken oars, swirling in a pathetic circle.
Only six days, and yet, they were marvelous. I was all powerful.
A sorcerer had transmogrified me, and I was grateful for the experience.
I'd always wanted to live in a sea; where I danced with beluga whale.
His name was Charlie after the dance, and he loved it! I loved him too.
You can do so much in six days if it includes living your ultimate dream.
Expecting to be an assertive mermaid my whole life this was Nirvana!
If nothing else, I taught the ocean to respect dainty little mermaids.
Mermaids hugged me bye, I had become their queen in only six days.
Holiday time.
You finally get away
You hired a villa across the road
From an estuary beach
With gentle rolling waves
No more than a foot and a half
That day, you, your wife
And your 2 young children
Just play in the sand
Run up and down
Collecting sea shells
And other mementos
The weather is just great
Maybe the sea breeze is
A tad cool for getting in the water
Next morning is picture perfect
North easterly pushes the waves
To two and a half foot
Great for kids
On the boogie board
Late morning the sun
Heats up enough
For getting in
Amongst it
You take you kids out
One by one
And push them off
On the board
To ride the waves
They are breaking nicely
But out a bit further
Than usual
You take your son out
Beyond the break
And wait for
The next set
You are about 200
Meters from shore
Standing in water nearly
Up to your neck
Your son on the board
Waiting for a wave
The shark appears
From nowhere and
Takes a chunk out
Of the board
You grab your son
Hold him up
Panic wants to set in
Then you see two more fins
Coming towards you
They taught you to
Stand your ground
Hit the shark with something
No sudden moves
Don’t panic
What are your options here
If the sharks decide to
Attack, you die
Your son can’t swim
So he dies as well
You could throw him
To the sharks
And you might survive
Or you might not
You could recover the board
Now about 10 meters away
Put your son on a wave
And you could distract
The sharks and
Probably get eaten
But your son might live
Then you realise
The other two fins
Belong to dolphins
They were protecting you from
The shark
You make it back to shore
With your son
Where your wife
And daughter are
Beside themselves
Having witnessed
All that.
You say
I would have chosen
To die
No buts about it.
7/31/17
Some things considered hereditary
Near and far from any estuary
Working toward something legendary
Instead of secondary
And temporary
Got to do what is necessary
Stand in the way and you'll stay in the cemetery
There's a code of conduct, and right way to do business
Not by burning continual bridges
In the pursuit of riches
Thinking you're all that and prestigious
No more wishes
Go ahead and try to get religious
Now it's time you sleep with sharks and jellyfishes
A fitting finish
With three sixes
Darkness spread and the light shone
Close and beyond what we call home
Better watch your tone
You'd be a fool to think we're alone
And I'm not talking about drones
After all, aren't we made of flesh and bone?
It wasn't always set in stone
Had to get it on my own
Even if work and events were postponed
Quit telling me how badly you want the throne
I don't care about that, and still have much to hone
And comb
To the Moon and Back
My dearest mother, we have been
Through seasons of sorrow,
The storms we've weathered, and the lessons learned,
Held captive by the long shadows of yesterday's pain.
By you and I, together, have found a way,
A fragile path towards a new day.
We talk about the things that hurt, the words we struggle to find,
No subject is too heavy, no truth is left behind.
And when my world was shaken, a whispered, fearful plea,
You held my hand through every step, you fought the fight with me.
Through scans and whispered diagnoses, through the sterile air,
You were my rock, my silent strength, a love beyond compare.
We settle down with the flicker of a screen,
The comfort of a Hallmark movie scene.
The world of make-believe, where problems always fade,
A simple love story, a happy ending made.
You humor my sharks, a world of fins and teeth,
My fascination with them, a curious relief.
You tell my you me to the moon and back,
A gentle promise, a love that never fades.
You indulge my books, a tower of stories unbound,
Enabling my escape, my magical haven.
You see me surrounded by bears, a fuzzy collection,
And you still love me.
The journey has been hard, with so much to face,
But you love has been my saving grace.
We are learning, we are healing, we are trying, you and I,
And in your arms, I find a home where I can finally cry.
Some people find the pool of love
And decided to dive right in
Before testing the temperature
To see if it's warm enough to swim
Some people lather themselves up
Just to lay out in the sun
As they watch all the others frolic
Wishing they could join in on the fun
Some pools are rather murky
So you must keep and eye on the sharks
Shallow or deep they'll take you off at the knees
For a closer advantage to tear out your heart
If you step out of the pool
After a swim in the deep end
Could you play the part of a wading fool
And jump right back in again
With no life guard on duty
To blow the whistle when you've had enough
You best be careful when you swim
In the pool of love
OCEAN BOTTOM VIEWED-
On that day my soul grew midstream, midstream;
I threw my Antarctic upon the floor;
They are perfumed from unseen sunken breams;
There Venusians underscored treasures;
Act all that’s from out my heart does measures;
Oceans surrounding submissive pleasures;
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I heard domestic, marine oiling;
My smallmouth bass, I could not awaken;
Seas crave the endogenous, temps boiling;
Sharp tooth sharks swim for fish for the taken;
Darken shadowed waters covered stricken;
Sea starfish broke dead floating silken;
~
In their stepped a vibratory sea bass;
Shark bite, I crave the saturnine south seas;
An echo from ocean floor hollered back;
Above and below ocean mangrove trees;
Also threw my whiting on the shore of seas;
Was a standout, breakout stout watery breeze?
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When thinking of underwater ocean
Acts seaweed in liquid torrent motion?
6/4/19
Your Choice, Any Form, Any Theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
*I believe I've awoken the little red panda
donning five yellow stars on a crimson bandana
spreading hectares of jaded Jinping propaganda*
*She lives in a land of dragons and Maoist oppression
I think I'm becoming her latest star-spangled obsession
Sad, she'll probably never breathe sweetened air of the free
or feel warmth from the torch of Staten Island's fairest lady*
*As she tap-taps away on her communist keys.
Careful not to say anything blue about her chairman Xi.
She knows with a slip of the mind -one twitch of the teeth.
She'll be chum to the yellow sharks of the South China Sea...
I hope someday she has the means and courage to flee.
Sing a song for old Hong Kong over sweet cups of green peace*
* If you ever make your way over, don't tote any echo locators.
Unless it's a pod of democracy dolphins-they tend to be voters, not haters.
They'll batter yellow sharks if you drift from the star-spangled breakers.
God bless your journey -I pray that you stay safe and finally make it.
'Starfish!' said I, 'thing of a moray eel.'
Be it black ocean space;
Or in the breathing coral seas;
Back into my memories squiding;
To warn me about the sea turtle;
The cetacean coral reef crabbing;
Sharks and piranhas kidnapping;
I heard a tentacled, seagoing inking;
I wrote a story with the octopus pen;
I was a harbour porpoise and you a tuna sandwich;
The brokered bottlenose whale blossoming;
The sphinx moth singeing;
Only this and a sturgeon;
In there stepped a shovel nose 'whale shark';
In there stepped a 'lake trout.';
Dolphins lookout;
To warn me about the bluefin;
The foul flatfish forging;
All my soul within me gorging;
In there stepped a coral sea cucumber;
I have dreamed of the spadefish;
An echo murmured back the word, 'channel catfish!';
The brook trout smiled;
I felt compelled to sniff the squid;
Smells like fish;
It was squish;
Take thy bluegill from out my heart;
Embrace the wish;
Starfish
6/20/20
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Dim tunnels curve a segmented ocean.
Bat-winged feeding specters
browse glass. Scaly hulls
blow gas tanks. Rainbow skimmers
flick and soar.
A child’s sweet nose pressed
against a face so horrible,
bubbles of fear pop
in my brain.
Above us, jellyfish swim,
dendritic minds dangling.
tentacles of electric awareness.
Sharks circle waiting to be fed.
shark lovers, perhaps fantasying’
swimming in and out
of their bloody teeth.
It’s a movie - we gawp and admire,
shiver and savor
between margins of beauty
and grotesque gulping’s.
Red and blue squadrons
of directional floor arrows,
lead us out into the light -
a place that some believe
is a safer landscape.