The rain falls down
on the barren hills and plains.
Water seeks lanes and yards,
Since the rills,and drains,
And local ponds vanished.
On the roads,
Passing cars splash water,
Dirty on paddlers' clothes,
As they leap high
To avoid the mess.
They jump again and again
Through the potholes,
Dodging the distress.
If rain lingers long
Water will flow,,
Covering the roads and
Flooding the localities.
Let's bear this all,
For without rain
Water scarcity will occur next season
And rice production will fall.
Cherish each drop,
For in every storm and puddle
Lies the hope of survival.
"Sharks and Paddlers"
That one’s like a pilot fish
follows up the ladder and down
snakes and ladders
sharks and paddlers
That one’s like a pilot fish
lost without a body to cling to
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
East sea capricious invites frolickers
Lose all resolution fighting her euphoria
Entry to her anger ensures exit involuntary
Megalithic Pacific mounts with power superior
Eruptions, edge gumption propel folk
Nautilus chortles her lapis lazuli laughter
Thrill pulled paddlers contest for echo evoke
Suction eroding floor swept compulsively faster
Monstrous Nemo swims rhythm erratically
Elevates victims in lifted lemonade chamber
Elixir tips her fizz in eyes, ears unapologetically
Tumult assault sends sand spun fun to ocean chasers
Aussie beach, nothing beats it!
26th January
Kayaks
Kailua Beach, sandy shores
keep paddlers at bay view,
kissing turquoise surface,
keenly riding the lips,
knocking on pantomime,
kid like, with seaman dreams,
kayaking reefs of bay.
3/9/17
Tidal flats reveal their light grey heads
They replacing green-grey sea in dots and dashes on the horizon,
They toy cheekily with the extracted tide, enjoying their dry sun bathing
An island of ginger sand, void of seabirds, spoils the sea-mud horizon
The tide stands poised, ready for its return journey
Precursory quibbles, sent to shore, make birds at float bob
An easily missed, brief localised splash tells of a tern diving
Orphaned seaweed florets appear to move while submerged in the shallow water
Boats confused and beached on the mud, leaning towards their angle of choice
Paddlers explore the shoreline and water up to the ankle
Crystal white flickers from the water as the sun is reflected from the rippling sea
The tide returns stealthily and punctually, floating stranded boats and refreshing the sunburnt mud
Living in the twilight of yesterday
Wistfully longing for a return
To reap the glory I once shared
For a destiny's child I was born
Then I grew up to be a king
Then on my throne I would sing
When I was the king
I thought of heavenly things
I visited the moon and resided in mars
Sailed the ocean with paddlers wings
Fought many battles, won many wars
On a white horse I would ride
Even got baptized in the river Nile
When I was king
When I was King
The bells would toll
What great tidings that would bring?
All would gather, young and old
To pay homage to their king
On char grilled venison they would feast
And drink the nectar of the brewers yeast
When I was king
When I was king
My queen would reign
In glorious harmony with the king
Just like the liver's hepatic veins
In tuneful melodies we would sing
And I in gleeful wedded bliss
Showered her with love,sealed with a kiss
When I was king
Now I am old and my reign is done
I recline in the glory of yesteryears
I reminisce of my past years gone
And patiently await the grim reaper's shears
While I bask in the happiness , the joys I sing
The memories, the times. when I was king.
I got a part-time job
of which i"m very fond.
It is down at the South Inch
at the local boating pond.
I help to sell the tickets
and call out when they"re done,
and in this sunny weather
it really is quite fun.
There are fifteen rowing boats
and paddlers if you must,
but there are no sailing dinghy"s
the wind here does not gust.
The job it needs attention,
you have a pen and book.
To keep track of everybody,
and you have to look...
to see that all is well
and no one misbehaves.
The waters only three foot deep
but their life you"d have to save.
But on one Saturday,
the pond was really busy
so much going on
my head was really dizzy.
I looked into my book.
What is a man to do.
I could not hurry time
there will always be a queue.
"Number six your time is up"
I called with little choice.
Then looked across the water
as they ignored my voice.
"Number six,"I faintly croaked,
"are you doing fine?"
and then the penny dropped
"In trouble number nine?"
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