Long Swordfish Poems
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I have unfurled my brolly
Turned it top to tail
Launched it on the ocean
And I’m going for a sail
Across the mystic oceans
Across the rolling sea
Sailing for Japanland
My faithful brolly and me
And I shall wave to any dolphin
Blow a kiss to any whale
As I weave my way landwards
On my mystic sail
Flying fish escort me
Leaping in and out
Rising from the water
Darting herethere and about
For they’ve never seen a brolly
As Ocean going as mine
Swordfish salute me
In a pristine line
Great Albatross do guide me
Gliding serenely overhead
Mother Carey’s Children
Take night watch in their stead
Sailing for Japanland
To drink a Geisha tea
On our greatest voyage
Granny Barker’s brolly and me
I have unfurled my brolly
Turned it top to tail
Launched it on the ocean
And I’m going for a sail
Creatures of the sea, all beautiful and fair.
A thought comes to mind, what if they swam in the air?
Would we swat fish away as we do with bugs
Or tentacle arms always giving hugs?
Whales would want nicknames,
Sardines playing hopscotch games,
Lion-fish need to be tamed,
Crabs at cafes sipping coffee from mugs.
Starfish lazily lay getting tan,
Seahorse has a political chat with man.
The clownfish tells jokes at comedy night
While anglerfish holds still as the light.
Sea otters would be perfect babysitters,
Barracuda will pose with shine and glitter,
And sea urchins would love to clean litter.
Seals, wanting a swim, will make the bathroom flood.
Turtles would work construction because of their shells,
The lobsters would be managers of hotels,
Swordfish would join battle,
Manatees could look after cattle.
Sea anemone helps with shock therapy,
Dolphin cheerleaders yip with glee,
The shrimp will sell car insurance, guarantee,
And orcas looking good in scrubs.
Flying fish would be airplane pilots,
Narwhals picking fights and riots,
Sea urchins would give tattoos.
Manta rays can be anchors on the news,
Sea slugs would be the ultimate spies,
Scallops having staring contests with multiple eyes,
Belugas stealing cookies but always denies.
Electric eels dealing out drugs,
The sting ray always tattles and blames,
A jellyfish constantly proclaims his name is James.
Pufferfish will be prideful and wise
And the hammerhead shark ruins your rugs.
The walrus could be a taste tester,
The blue whale, a movie director.
Librarian belongs to the hermit crab,
Cuttlefish would drive a taxicab.
Sea lions workout, under the chest press they strain
And angelfish work for voting campaigns.
“What life would be like” I exclaimed
“If we swat around fish like bugs.”
The Full Moon
The wide ocean moved, like a living creature all by itself, yet full of even more living creatures. The schools of fish... swimming with the dolphins, being chased by sharks, and so on were all, part of the deep water landscape. Whales, swordfish, starfish, and just fish swam the currents, the eddies, and the flows.
The waves that divided the realm of sea and air were sometimes quiet, other times not. The difference, the reasons; the seasons and venues, weather and whim... the sudden impulse of nature, or by the direction of the maker.
Above the waters, high in the air... The moon peered down, watching. The man there wondered how the small unimportant ones living below, were doing against the larger scale of world events. Just a "made-up story", The Man on the Moon... in a child's book, but every story also having roots, in reality, left the essence of the word "wonder" hanging.
The stars all around looked down too. They peered on in silence, or at least to music no one else could hear. It was the sound of the solar wind, the cracking of great rocks under pressure, and the spectacular rain of space dust... glittering against the backdrop of the sphere below, called Earth. A small unimportant place in the scope of the universe perhaps, but the jewel of God's eye.
A surprise silent kiss is to be cherished. – by poet.,
It was evidently inescapable.
Certainly I did not expect it at the time.
The railway station was over crowded
I was patiently waiting for my sister to arrive.
She was supposed to wear a purple dress.
So when I saw the dress I assumed
My sister had finally arrived. I hurried
And gave her one big hug and a silent kiss.
Where upon the stranger turned and uttered a yell.
She was not my sister and I had grabbed someone else.
For a moment no one dared to breathe or move.
I looked at her beautiful face, finely chiseled,
"Well, well, well," she said. "You owe me big, a dinner tonight."
I smiled. We agreed on an Italian diner.
We ordered oysters, followed by a grilled swordfish.
And a tiramisu, laced with a famous Barolo.
It was incredible how we became so fine friends.
We agreed on meeting again. As we came to part
I took her in my arms and it was a long silent kiss.
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He gave us everything,
The sandy beaches, innocent,
The azure to write our thoughts,
He gave us everything,
Volcanoes that project ash
On any thing or animal,
The ocean from which everything was born,
He gave us everything,
The limits of our intelligence,
Those of the squaring of the circle,
Mathematics to understand the universe,
To seek the truth of the stars,
He gave us everything,
The rain that makes rivers grow,
The rice paddies to grow rice,
Oxygen so that the sheep can breathe,
Dinosaurs and swordfish,
Continents to build cities,
He gave us everything, whales,
Eagles to fly over the mountains,
Baobabs, and giant sequoias,
The music of Wagner and Sibelius,
A spirit to dream at night,
To build pyramids in Egypt,
He gave us everything, fertile plains
Women so that we never get bored,
Churches for us to pray,
Rhinos and elephants,
Emeralds and sapphires, diamonds,
The light from which all life is born,
Sunflowers and rhododendrons,
The atolls of the Pacific, California,
The sun that holds nine beautiful planets, in a vacuum,
He gave us everything,
Billions of galaxies,
The complex nature of time and cords,
Why don’t we name him,
God or otherwise, Zeus or Buddha,
To name is to give hope to the rhododendrons,
to the smallest of ants,
It’s giving honey to the buzzing bees,
to enlighten the unfortunate and the mad. It is to admit that
Whatever we do, he will have the last WORD.
Scientists describe it as an event
In the hot paradise of Key West
Condos festivals hotels
Dancing feet under bells of lights
I’ve sung Margaritaville there
Myself
Beneath the docks
Pan fish spin in the new green pea sea
Mad somersaults
Alone
To their own kind of tambourine
Bring out your Dead
Bring out your Dead
14-foot Swordfish swish their tails
Beach themselves by the dawn of rails
Swim in the sandpaper sun’s preferable agony
A woman stands by cries and mutters
“I’m so sorry”
Reaches for his folded-over fin
Comfort to the roadside beggar
Sting Ray does the butterfly
Chops atop the ocean’s surface
Charges something unseen beating its wings
Battering the space where waves dot the sky
As if it were an archangel screaming
Stop it! Stop It!
To the Great False Prophet Anthropomorphism
Animals and plants are as human
As we
Without fingers and hands to see
All creatures speak from a conscience
Possess morals
If we’d listen from beyond our own shortcomings
And denial
The Key West fish are calling us
In plain language
Help us help us
We’re boiling to death.