Long Terrapin Poems
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Far away from harsh reality,
Where monotony of life prevails,
Let me live in the dreamiest world,
Every moment to jump with joy,
Folding and unfolding in middle air !
Sitting on the back of giant terrapin,
Dancing to the tunes back and forth,
Rhyming with the drifting sea tides,
Unending rungs of ladder are visible,
Hierarchy of desires, climb up the sky !
Twined strings that take me to heavens,
Where Freedom of body, freedom of spirit,
Get an essence maybe fiction and fantasy,
Truth may be a stranger, fiction is truer,
Be it an illusion, must Rock my world !
Written on 29/4/14
Sponsor- Debbie Guzzi
The ocean’s wide the ocean deep
and in the soup the turtle sleep.
Some live on land and we know that is true,
then we call them tortoise, land lubbers like you.
They been around a long, long, time
longer than man and their extinctions a crime!.
Some like their soup salty some like it plain
so, the ones in lakes we call terrapin.
All of us came from the soup of the sea,
we all have shells though no turtles be we.
Like turtles when scared tend to pull in their heads
hiding like children deep under the bed.
All the lessons here seems very clear
be kind to all creatures in the Soup we have here.
Don’t pull in your neck, stick it right out
For the love of each heart here is what Soup’s about.
Time flies like a fiery peregrine.
Infinity takes its bronze sweetened time.
Seeing all with the opaque eye of an aged terrapin.
Time is a tambourine -it has little mercy.
It'll wake you from your sweetened sleep.
Infinity is the fluted Buddha of compassion.
A shaman of other-worldly things.
In between lies a wizard placing souls in a crystal ball.
Shaking out the nightmare from their dreams.
The well-intentioned walk the earth searching for the key.
To unlock the treasure chest to life's grand mystery.
Some take the Ayahuasca path into other realms.
To forever mince the ego within its iron shell.
One trip brings a crystal forest of angels.
The other, the fractal mind of mechanical elves.
A carnival ride into a slanted room of mirrors.
Where seekers are seen forever searching for the self.
Jesus, the pristine, forgotten upon a restless throne.
Rehearsing parchment lines for the final scene...
The immaculate firefly, forever gently guiding.
The faithful along the long-ragged path to back home.
Spellbinding place where rainbow water flows
Frogspawn and tadpoles such enormous change
Arcadian forest where pixie dust blows
All creatures are welcome no one estranged.
Twilight is magical what will happen?
Atmosphere filled with dire baritone croak
Whispering rustle, low-lying bracken
Fae folk appear under red velvet cloak.
Fireflies lighting wonderful oasis
Elderly toad croaks musical score
Pompous owl tries to intimidate
Proud of position he is the law.
Beetles scurrying they are so anxious
Happy invitation it's party time
Cantankerous bees prickly as cactus
Covered in honey they buzz "all mine".
Terrapin plays music on his bassoon
Boisterous sound that creatures adore
Leprechaun baked magical mushroom
Mesmeric food eaten they all chant more!
Pixabay image by Sandra_Schoen
Eidolon, eigne, eirenicon.
Message of peace to read at dawn.
Battlefield, fallen weaponry.
O wasp and hornet, sting swiftly.
Sciomancer, silent shades, sly.
Scissure, red fissure, scorify.
Melt down to slag and fragment fast.
Difficult? Drag it home, good ghast.
Scutiform, scruple, scrivello.
Elephant, lower tusk and go.
Aim at the vital regions? Choice.
Lachrymose legions, raise thy voice.
Prisoner, panopticon. Doom.
Volcanic lava, foul thy fume.
Inferno, corner and hem in!
Tornado, typhoon, terrapin!
Butyric, byre? Buteonine?
Bring on the buzzards. Rain, O rhine.
Rhinoceros, radicolous?
Roots fair to floss? Fain. Glitter gloss.
Katabothron, thy channels vast.
Deep underground resounds the blast.
Explosives kept beneath the soil.
O witches' cauldron, hot thy boil.
Blackening soot, blackberries sweet.
Crumble away, earth, 'neath our feet.
Fortune and Fate, the falcon flew.
Entropy, chaos, discord, due.
Mycelial bodies, mushroom.
Thunderbolt, sound the hand of doom.
Oddities here and curios.
Sweltering sun ray, how heat flows.
Very strange is the world we're in.
Weird to the ear, the eye, the skin.
Faces in pictures, half deranged.
From God and reason both, estranged.
For years my father
Dug up his buddy, tilling
His garden for spring.
Never using his Roto
But, shoveling so slowly.
Dad was afraid that
His garden friend, might be hurt
By roto-tilling.
Painfully Dad partook of,
His cautious task so slowly.
You see, for many
years, Dad’s buddy surprised him;
Greeting him the same.
In a shovel full of dirt,
His friend, a terrapin, lay.
Dad always looked him
Over, for some injuries,
Very carefully,
Placed him in the grass until
He had finished the tilling.
For about one whole
Decade that old terrapin,
Would turn up each time;
As the garden grew, Dad fed
His friend lettuce, carrots, beans…
Dad was so attached;
That turtle, he did rate and
Dad loved that little
Creature like he was his best
Friend; turtle always came back.
Let me tell you a story
One day, near summer’s end
Martha and her husband
Went canoeing with a friend
Suddenly a log’s there!
And what can Martha do?
Then she’s in the water
She tipped from her canoe
The canoe was righted
But she’s still in the creek
“I cannot climb back in there!
Oh, I am just too weak!”
Then the men were thinking
About what they could do
To somehow get her out
And into the canoe
Then their friend gave warning
He pointed, “Look up there!
In the logs and branches
I saw a snake–beware!”
Now it has been proven
That miracles are true
For when they looked at Martha
She’s back in the canoe!
Theme: funny
Back in the day, Dad went through a crazy magic trick phase.
Specializing predominantly in sleight-of-hand card tricks.
He'd stop us kids and our friends right in our tracks.
Just to show us an ace disappearing into his hand.
Or a dozen ways a deck of cards could be stacked.
He got somewhat proficient, then never really progressed.
His shortcoming was that he had these rough little turtle hands.
More geared toward painting, pounding nails, and keeping loves fed.
They sported clusters of callouses and lacked any hint of finesse.
He'd attempt to control those pesky jokers and slippery jacks.
But you'd see them through the gaps in those twitchy terrapin hands.
To go with the flow and not spoil the great magician's show.
We'd pretend that we hadn't seen the many fumbles and gaffes.
All the queens' men peeking out from those rough turtle hands.
He's an old magician now and hasn't put on a show for years.
His loyal following passing on or disappearing into life's deck.
Or hitting the road to put on magic shows of their own.
Specializing in juggling mortgage and those devilish taxes.
I miss the slight smile on that young magician's face.
When, on the rare occasion, the deuces, jokers, and aces
would be operating in complete and total cooperation.
Most of all, I miss that he'd felt the need to pretend
that he hadn't noticed that we'd been pretending.
Lucky is a red ear slider terrapin who currently lives with me.
For all intents and purposes, let's refer to Lucky as a she.
I named her Lucky because it was lucky that I just so happened to be
at the same place where Lucky was abandoned so very cold heartedly.
In a small fish bowl, on the curb, left out with the trash was she,
but I happened by, saw her and rescued Lucky.
She now lives a life of relative comfort and safety
in the 55 gallon aquarium that I have provided for she,
where she can bask on her float or go swimming freely,
or forage through the gravel searching for something to eat.
Lucky's stay with me however is only temporary.
When she has grown large enough to successfully compete
among other foragers in a habitat more naturally,
that will be the day when I inevitably set Lucky free
to live the rest of her life the way it was intended to be.
I would prefer however in all honesty
a man made pond on someone's private property,
perhaps stocked with fish, frogs and other turtles already
where routine feedings occur regularly.
Should anyone know of such a place that would freely
accept a red ear slider turtle into their sanctuary,
I would appreciate it if you could somehow inform me.
Heartfelt appreciation would also be extended from my gal Lucky.