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I watch one day fades into another day taking with it the residue of the previous day and the trouble in the sea roll over the hill forcing me to keep still. I watch the day unfold and my mind growing bold, and the myriads of thoughts began to surface in the dark and I find myself in a different place.
I gazed at the sky above me searching for something that is bigger than me, but there was nothing up there and something peculiar was happening down here; the whale and the mischievous white shark rumbling on giant waves comes crashing down in the dark and I closed my eyes and grip tightly to the anchor.
I travelled into space and beheld the grace, and a fountain of stars sprang up around me, and manmade paradise gleamed from the sky like a bunch of grapes with succulent juice dripping...
There is something beyond the clouds that makes up the entire galaxy and those that viewed it with a telescope can truly report it without a doubt; there is something that is larger than man and it is the planet that we originate from; it not the planet beyond the sea but it is the planet that is waiting for thee; it has everything that you can dream of, from a crew ship to an air plane and a country bus, you don’t have to stand in line when the suns comes up you will be just fine.
You give names to the planet up there, but you must focus on the elements and the particles that are buried in the sand dust. That’s what will make you have the perfect landing. You explore the moon to build a new home, you search the moon for the buried drone, you can bring the dead bone to life, if you know how to do the moon sacrifice. I am taking my leave back to the earth and tell them what mankind destiny is about.
The days are, slowly fading away and I want to go away. The animals in the pasture are slowly grazing, they can sense what is going on; just look at how they are gazing in the distance,
It was just yesterday I was s holding on to the anchor over there and the silent breeze comes crawling in the trees and the listless morning breaks out in daylight and the years keep fading.
My heart felt old; I sought the cold.
Canada’s land was what I planned.
Among trees grand and far inland
To dance my sad brand of sarabande.
Yet precious moments come when joy flowers,
Far briefer than Four-O’clocks,
As resurrected visions composed of spectral smoke,
Reignite our love in brief rapture; abruptly fading.
Far from the shores I now abhor
Where eyes of blue were wrenched from view;
A grisly depart for my sweet heart -
A rag doll tossed and dragged into the deep.
Winter trees in chiaroscuro
Cuffed by icicles grip and snow.
Dark, defrocked beeches beseeching;
Limbs pleading for the sap of Spring.
Staring into those leafless woods
As cotton obscurity falls;
And gloaming passes into night,
Something I see sheds its dark veil.
Life bursts anew; I plainly view
Your windswept raven hair framing
Jeweled eyes and lips set in tan
An amaranthine vision of
Our ancient love, so evergreen
Waiting sweetly in the deep snow.
So near, so there, but not now here
A snapping branch broke quietude.
Daring damsel of Tavira,
My heart still glows at thoughts of thee
Cuddled close on Algarve beach
White wave swash foam tickling our toes.
Our brash love was a high wire act
Done without any safety net.
Diving the sky, diving the deep;
Scaling the peaks; dancing in Rio.
Passion flowed allegro con brio;
Alloying us ‘neath moon and sun.
Until you vanished in the swirling sea
West of the sandy swath of Algarve.
Stolen, seized by a great white shark
As your surfboard raced past mine.
Absent your smile my life seems spent
As if impaled on Triton’s trident.
Yet precious moments come when joy flowers,
Far briefer than Four-O’clocks,
As resurrected visions composed of spectral smoke,
Reignites our love in brief rapture, abruptly fading.
2/11/2019
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
In a field of golden sunflowers,
Their faces turned towards the sun's warm embrace,
A great white shark glides through the azure depths,
Silent predator with a fearsome face.
A whip-poor-will calls out in the twilight,
Its haunting song echoing through the trees,
A melody of melancholy and mystery,
A whispered secret carried on the breeze.
Flowery words bloom and scatter like petals,
Poetic verses woven with delicate care,
Each line a tapestry of emotions and dreams,
A language of the heart, laid bare.
In this tapestry of nature's wonders,
Sunflowers, shark, whip-poor-will, and words,
A symphony of beauty and danger,
A dance of light and shadow, seen and heard.
Never knowing if the shark will be appearing
Or if the innocent sunflower will bloom
Hope the shark is gone with his jeering
Down where golden sunflower should illume
[in the interest of peace and harmony: this is
an observation on needles in general and not
on Covid vaccinations]
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I’ve no front teeth cos when I was twenty four
I lost those teeth to a very slippy floor
I’m nineteen stone and as big as I may be
There ain’t no way you’re sticking needles into me
I lost my leg back in nineteen ninety three
A Great White Shark bit it off below the knee
I bore that pain as I bled into the sea
But there ain’t no way you're sticking needles into me
The gash on my neck which I did when I was shaving
Sure did sting but with no ranting and raving
It took a while to heal up and my blood ran free
But there ain’t no way you’re sticking needles into me
I grew up with my fists up for my neighbourhood was rough
The guns and knives (that’s just the wives) and punch ups made me tough
No shank and no machete made me turn about and flee
But there ain’t no way you’re sticking needles into me
I haven’t any fingers on my left hand anymore
They had an altercation with a spinning power saw
So pain and me, you see, share familiarity
But there ain’t no way you’re sticking needles into me
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[Just to clarify… I’m not 19 stone (266 pounds), I do have front teeth, I have two legs, eight fingers, two thumbs and I’m not scared of needles… form an orderly queue ladies…]
Adjectives laugh, insisting on their way
Bright eyed ideas determined to stay
Creativity ready to leap and parlay,
Dancing along my dendrite highway
Elusive words rather well fed
Frankenstein fodder explodes in my head.
Grotesque vocabulary parades in my brain.
Hip hop dancers drive me quickly insane.
I eat sixteen sweet rolls, hoping to get fat.
Joking and jumping this way and that.
Kookaburra does knee bends each and every day
Longing to twist me in another creative way
Mysterious mantis is now flying freshly free
Nefarious tentacles swiftly and firmly grab me.
Ostrich in top hat lets out an exasperated sigh.
Purple eggplant pinnacles decorate a warm pie.
Quivering chimps travel in a new outer space.
Responsible llama queens are running in place.
Striped horse pretends now to be a zebra.
Twirling in Africa with a shiny ameba.
Underwater feelings with her weird hums
Vision quests brought on by Cherokee drums.
Walrus and whales summoning a great white shark,
‘Xtraspecial playmates whistling in the autumn dark.
Youth spreading coffee cake around to annoy.
Zealots persuading no one of their frenzied joy.
[In UK English, Bath sounds like Barf not Baff, Laugh is Larf, not Laff etc. Apologies if the rhyme fails in other locales]
Don’t pull the plug out when you’re sitting in the bath
If you do the devil’s imps are gonna have a laugh
You'll be sucked down the plughole and you’ll squeeze around the bend
And you’ll be in the hot place when you get to journey’s end
Don’t pull the plug out when you’re sitting in the bath
Whether you’re a school kid or the navy’s chief of staff
Beneath the soapy water with that plughole looking wider
You see a leg, then three, then six, a massive hairy spider
So when you're sitting in the bath, please do not pull the plug
That tiny little whirlpool’s gonna make you go glue glug
If it grabs your biggest toe and yet you pull it free
That big rat on the end of it is having tootsie tea
So if you’ve pulled the plug out and got sucked out of the bath
You’ll need to grab some flotsam to construct yourself a raft
They empty all the sewers out into the seven seas
The message in that bottle reads ‘did you wash your knees?’
And then it says, I see you pulled the plug out when you shouldn’t
I tried to pop it back in but the danger meant I couldn’t
You might think going down the plug hole would be quite a lark
But in the bath (and please don’t laugh) we’ve got a great white shark.
14 April 2021
Contest: Nursery Rhyme (or kids story) 4
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Shetah
fiercest warrior of the Andremma Kingdom
When she showed up for the battle, armies surrendered.
Her spirit animals were the wolf spider, phoenix and tiger.
Shetah
wore her assertiveness like armor
When she roared her displeasure, the mountains cringed.
Her familiars were the owl, cobra, and great white shark.
Shetah
eliminated earth’s foes with precision
When she descended into the middle of the wild fires, they cried.
Tears of unhappiness, knowing she would put an end to them
Shetah
traveling from universe to universe
When she appears on earth, she will eliminate the pandemic
I implore her gods and goddesses to hear our plea now.
(dedicated to Naija, my countree)
Naija, I hail o
A house horrorful than
The Hammer house of horror!
Naija, I hail o
An animal dreadful than
The dreaded white shark!
Naija, I hail o
A den of animallike humans
Who prey on all preyables!
Naija, I hail o
The home of impersonation
At its peak..
The den of corruption
At its best...
The hearthrob of religious bigotry
At its purest...
The lover of insecurity
At its highest...
The house of crimes
At its rawest...
The sweetheart of deception
At its masterpiece...
The friend of political acrimony
At its baddest....
The all in all of things
Better left unsaid
At its various unsaid forms...
Naija, I hail o
A marriage of convenience
By the British
Now a kid
Of inconveniencies and anarchy....
Naija, I hail o
Where everything thought
To be impossible is done
With a malevolent frangrance!
To the amazement
Of all and sundry!
Naija, I hail o
Where few enjoy
And the most suffer
Yet
Tonnes of smiles
Flood every face you can see!
Naija, I hail o
Where I keep wondering
When will it all change?
I shall not ever swim in seas that swarm with awful fears
I’d never feel at ease in case a great white shark appears
But now there’s a laboratory that can cure my woes
They bring back long dead creatures and, I’m told, everything goes
I don’t care what it costs to bring back the megalodon
This massive shark ate everything and great whites would be gone
So bring back the megalodon to eat all those great whites
Then I can skinny dip again, quite safe, on moonlit nights
It took some time but it’s been done; the Meg now rules the waves
He’s eaten all the creature that sent swimmers to their graves
So now I swim with confidence; the Meg’s been back awhile
And look, I see one coming… don’t you love that gaping smile
Show me a place where I can be in a little island far above the sea where the skies touch the hills and transmit a message to my window sill. Show me a place where I can be to touch your heart and sing sweet melodies to thee and when the night rings out in the skies I will gaze at the stars and sing you a sweet lullaby. It seems just like yesterday when you kneel down at my bedside to pray and the moon was my covering and the miracle appears in the morning.
Show me a place where I can be to join your friends and company, a place that bears its bosom in the sea and I can lay my head in the sand and sing sweet melodies for thee.
Show me a place where I can be to romance with the fish in the great big sea, to ride out in the fishing boat and catch some trout. I would hold the sword fish by its mouth and put the Atlantic cod in my bag. I would catch hundreds of mackerel for my deceased dad and put the great white shark in a chokehold.
I would catch some red mullet and make some Barramundi tea for you, and catch the mahi-mahi for the aquarium and prepare the haddock and anchovies for dinner and reserve the red seabream for supper.
Show me a place where I can be to find peace and tranquility, to listen to the birds in the hill as they fly from tree to tree and watch the pileated woodpecker conversing with the bald eagle. The robin and the pelican have nothing in common but when the sorrow join them, they can sing a happy song.
I can see you standing there yearning to join me over here, your heart is real and you are full of zeal and the artic loon will meet with you at noon accompanied by the cormorants, the great auk, dovekie and the storm petrels.
Show me a place where I can be so that I can spend quality time with thee. Take me to Gibraltar in a boat and leave me at the French border with white wine and steak frites. Show me a place where I can be.