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She fell into the sea on a warm spring day where clouds were thick.
Her parents tried to rescue her but she disappeared good and quick.
Traveling down to the depths of the sea in a whale’s warm mouth.
The whale knew she was being abused at home by father, a louse.
He rescued her like his own daughter, raised her up on the coral reef.
Took her to the surface often to breathe, living here was a huge relief.
The nurturing sea took away her pain and helped her to trust again.
Creatures became her family, confidants, neighbors and friends.
Encouraged to reinvent herself, she gave herself a new name.
She was being loved and nurtured, forgetting her human pain.
Aryanna, the maiden of the clear blue ocean and vast deep blue sea.
Empathetic and gentle to the turtles and fish as she could ever be.
She who had been rescued, became more trusting every day,
Turned into a mermaid with fins. Traded in her limbs, deciding to stay.
Overjoy sea had loved her since discovering her at age of three.
She is waiting to help every child in the prettiest part of the deep sea.
Upon the Multi Sands Beach Blvd, a vibrant trace,
Of rainbows painted, in this sun-kissed place.
Where Florida lizards, emerald, quick, and keen,
And tiny frogs, hop through the meadow scene.
They revel in freedom, where the grasses grow,
Beneath the warm winds, with a gentle flow.
The fresh, cool water, with a rhythmic sigh,
Sends waves to crash, as sea turtles drift by.
A silent ballet, of ocean's grace and might,
As ancient creatures, swim in morning light.
And on the shoreline, where the breakers roam,
The surf guys gather, feeling right at home.
With 'cloud coffee cups,' a steamy, morning treat,
They watch the ocean, from their sandy seat.
Then afternoon arrives, with leisurely grace,
For tea and biscuits, jam-sweet on the face.
A moment of calm, as the day gently turns,
Before the evening's lively spirit burns.
For later, laughter echoes, clear and strong,
As smash burgers sizzle, where they all belong.
With "cool kids" gathered, from the territory wide,
A fellowship forged, with nothing left to hide.
Of land and air, their vibrant tales unfold,
As the proud, brave flag, in the breeze, is bold.
It moves in the air, a symbol, free and bright,
Crowning this day, with its glorious light.
“2.99 for the box,
on sale.”
"How much was the burger meat?"
"Nine dollars. Meat is always expensive, Ben."
Ben stirs his Italian ice
into lemonade
The bathtub is full
of cold water
The dryer is full
of damp clothes
The sink is full
of half-eaten meals
My 13-year-old wedding plates
used to showcase birds on branches
but the birds flew away
It is ten at night in July in North Carolina
I can't decide
if I am satisfied
or complacent
I count days between rain
because it is more honest than time
or clear-cut certainty
Turtles know true direction
and monarchs always know
their way home
I am jealous of them, too
I watch Ben stir his melting ice
to consistency
I adore his fascination
for little things:
the circumference
of his thriving watermelon,
the yellow flowers
of cucumber plants,
his pride in making things grow
“Try the lemonade, mom”
living in the country was the life for me
attracted to no other place; this was my destiny
we bought a meadow with strawberries wild
I became even more in touch with my hippie child
my husband said “This is God’s country”.
I loved knowing he also felt a bended knee.
Cows next door banter and bellow.
wild woodland sunflowers are extremely yellow.
Today a swarm of something came by.
There were hundreds of them in the sky.
Were they wasps? Faeries? Angels or bees?
They came over my head, floating on a breeze.
They were dragonflies, at least fifty or more.
Way up high I saw a long wing-span hawk soar.
we have fox, opossum, raccoon, turtles and deer
Next door is a marsh, the water gurgle we sometimes hear.
Our gentle country life is slow-paced, and feels great.
We are not in a hurry, going nowhere, never late.
My husband and I have loved the country all of our life.
For fifty-three years I have been his happy wife.
We need a place called home
We are in the market for surreal
Real estate beyond the pale
Made of corrugated cardboard boxes
Flip top or not in magic dust
We want food for termites
Something in wood with a bite
By a lake with windows open
To suggestions if not too late
We require walls worth climbing
Views overlooking nothing
A place to call our own
A phone to call a house a home
Give us something to reflect on
Mirrors in touch with lost souls
The lake must have turtles
That roll off logs in emergencies
Build us an outhouse to specifications
As required by law as needs arise
An amenity we can not live without
Turned inside out for our protection
We have nothing to hide from nature
As long as it comes with toilet paper
Trees must be planted roots first
Come with trunks and branches
Must never walk around unattended
Good homes and trees should be built to last
On solid grounds landscapes never escape
Make us living rooms because dead ones won't do
Homes need mothers, plenty of mothers
Twenty two should do but make them roofers
We want rocking chairs on linoleum floors
And chimneys that start at the top then stop
We need a house right now!
If not we will go somewhere else
A forest, a beach, your house for sure
We are clearly motivated
Find us a house for sale
Preferably one already built
We will bring ourselves if needed
We aim to please so start without us
If you give us the key we will never leave
If to strangers we will never get in
The house should be move in ready
It should be haunted and clean
We would expect nothing less
Once bought from the very best
One day I asked my Mommy and Daddy if we could go to the zoo.
They said, “Sure, we will go to the zoo some day, just not today. Today we are too busy doing other things.”
Then, a few days later I asked them again.
They said, “Of course we can, Dear, some day. But right now we are too busy. Maybe some other day.”
So, a few days later I asked once again, “Mommy, Daddy, can we go to the zoo?”
They said, “Yes, Honey, we can go to the zoo some day, but Mommy and Daddy are too busy to take you there today. Maybe some other day.”
This made me mad.
I stomped my feet. I clinched my hands into fists. I made a very sad face. And, I yelled, “That’s what you always say! You always say some day! Well, when does some day get here!?”
Mommy and Daddy were not happy with my behavior. They told me I was being naughty. They told me I had to sit on the naughty spot.
So, I sat on the naughty spot.
But, I did not cry. I did not pout. I did not even feel very sad.
Instead, I went to the zoo by myself. I went to my very own Imaginary Zoo.
In some zoos there are soaring eagles. But in my imaginary zoo I saw oaring seagulls. They were in row boats in the middle of the lake.
Some zoos have snapping turtles. But my imaginary zoo had tapping snurtles. Have you ever seen a snurtle in tap shoes before? They were very good.
I have heard that many zoos have funny monkeys. The zoo I went to had money funkies. One funky gave me a ten dollar bill.
Some regular zoos have laughing hyenas. My imaginary zoo had halfing lyenas. They were chopping wood in half and then saying that they did not do it. I think that was a lie.
Worship not your turtles on Tuesday
Driving a convertible in traffic is inadvisable
Places you at risk, in peril of bird droppings
Never yawn with mouth open and head up
Yawning is sacrilegious with seat belts off
If you have daughters, don't!
They are not turtles and this is not Vegas
If you have sons, feed them peanuts
They will not become elephants all of a sudden
But they are cheaper than you think
And much cheaper than pink
If you play cards on Thursday be warned
Turtles don't drink or smoke or gamble
Too many decks makes them sleepy
Don't worry about convertibles
Turtles drive trucks but not well
Never on Doomsday or Wednesday
That would be asking too much
They have trouble with the clutch
Doomsdays come around once in a lifetime
Never on Wednesday because that is canasta night
Beer and pretzels are free
(Bring your own pretzels and beer)
Leave your turtles at home
Worship them not on Tuesday
Canasta should never be trifled with
Bring two decks for security
Driving along
What's that I smell
The daily delight
Of the latest roadkill
From raccoons to possums
In this flattened cuisine
As vultures take lunches
On this finest of dining
Call us the critter getters
Crossing over our paths
Taking them out
As they scurry this way and that
From Bambi to Thumper
And all their forest friends
It does make you wonder
Who you'll run into next
We'll even take out the curious
Who wander on
To that portion of blacktop
To see what's going on
From teetotaling turtles
To slithering snakes
There's not a creature out there
That we won't pancake
So check out the roadkill
If there's still twitch after the thump
Hurry in back
And toss it into the trunk
Because down in the South
There ain't no one can say
That any of us country folk
Let a thing go to waste
Below the Mason Dixon line
If it's fresh enough
We'll take it home ya'll
And have it for lunch
As long as it's fried
There ain't a thing
With cheese grits on the side
That we won't eat
Ciel, on your birth day ‘twas true to say
Heaven’s bright light rays rain’d down from above
Fast forward to fifteen years to the day
Now it’s you that brings light, laughter, and love
Kind, calm and caring, words under control
Wait! Who’s that fleet girl in cleats with the ball?!?
Rocket shot from right wing shoots straight to goal
Through back of the net...ball, keeper and all
French horn, piano, and ukulele
Swimming with sea turtles and manatee
Beautiful music and places to stay
Your trips oft start with Airbnb
Beacon of bright light for love, hope, and peace
Sweetest of sweet hearts, our Ciel Elise
See-through turquoise waters call
It must be a holiday we forgot
Sidled up on laps against the shore
Like two old friends just holding hands
After hurricanes turn from rage to calm
Tortoise tracks like hieroglyphics scratched
Etched signs of tiny creatures over time
Over surfaces, spread patterns born to die in shells
Delicate traces of a place long gone fossilized
Soft winds protect smooth surfaced sands
Glowing white from a constant friendly sun
As palms bow down with other trees to pray
To a speck of dirt on its way to being lost
Oceans wave good-bye to godless islands
An innocent dot, a perfect nothing
Emerged so long ago on seas as vast
So vast as to forget its place on any map
Remote and distant, hiding from existence
No need to worry about mortality today
This is a designated test site for nuclear explosions
A location for slow moving creatures lost at sea
For strange objects falling from the sky
A place to die called Turtle Island