Escaping their bowls,
Poor fish flipping and flopping;
Dying free at last:-
Let us flip-flop injustice,
As we live lives free at last.
when a little bird starts to fly,
when a baby stands on its own,
when an old seed pierces the earth,
when sun shines on a rainy day,
when a poor fish escapes trawling,
A ray of hope emerges,
that reconciles dispute between heart and mind
that heals the wounds inside my heart
that waters the plants wilting inside me
that brings back the spring to my barren land
that helps me nudge the success
and so it begins...
Not for the contest
My pet seahorse Brenda was blond,
She loved a poor fish in the pond;
He was not aware of this,
And so he took her amiss,
When in his big tummy she spawned.
SEAHORSES - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
30th April,2018
Big blundering beast
Poor fish have no chance whatsoever
Neither does the slowest runner in your group
“SAVE the bird bitt save the bird” I scream
The hands of a two year old on the birds cage…
He tipped to the side, his feathers in a twine
He couldn’t even give out a wine
“Save the fish birtt save the fish” I scream
The hands of a two year old about to push the tank
The poor fish didn’t know what to thank,
There scales pail
“Save the cat bitt save the cat” I scream
The hands of a two year old around its tail…
About to fling, the cat didn’t even have time to sing
His claws in a yarn ball, his eyes in a dream
Lol true story…
Poor Fish and raison pie came my way one day.
Sometimes my poor fish don`t go away
so quickly as eye try to make them
slide into my belly to fill my hungry want.
I found an ice cream melted raison pie.
I could NOT eat it all.
Sometimes I have so many blessings,
I wonder iff there is any left in Heaven.
Poor Shrim:Pe and fish and old potatoes.
Some Jalepnoes and then some more peppers.
Popcorn for later, to make me feel much better.
There is always room for more.
I could NOT eat it all.
I left some raison pie unfinished.
There will always be some more poor fish
and raison pie.