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dive, have fit, hand got bit: that's a moray eel
We are all identical pearls in the turbulent sea The gracious sun may make some shine brighter than others But this shimmering brightness is not from ourselves alone But also through the light and life of the gracious son We are dependent on others for our lives as well Not just our clams that raised and nurtured us within their shells But also those who makes our food and seaweed clothes We all pearls that make this sea shine a little brighter Pearls should not say the light is theirs alone Or announce “I shine more brightly than you” But rather the light belongs to me and you We are all potential stars that could shine in this dark sea Lest we all be consumed by the lion-headed serpent The giant moray eel that swims in these waters of chaos
'Starfish!' said I, 'thing of a moray eel.' Be it black ocean space; Or in the breathing coral seas; Back into my memories squiding; To warn me about the sea turtle; The cetacean coral reef crabbing; Sharks and piranhas kidnapping; I heard a tentacled, seagoing inking; I wrote a story with the octopus pen; I was a harbour porpoise and you a tuna sandwich; The brokered bottlenose whale blossoming; The sphinx moth singeing; Only this and a sturgeon; In there stepped a shovel nose 'whale shark'; In there stepped a 'lake trout.'; Dolphins lookout; To warn me about the bluefin; The foul flatfish forging; All my soul within me gorging; In there stepped a coral sea cucumber; I have dreamed of the spadefish; An echo murmured back the word, 'channel catfish!'; The brook trout smiled; I felt compelled to sniff the squid; Smells like fish; It was squish; Take thy bluegill from out my heart; Embrace the wish; Starfish 6/20/20 WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
[An offering for fans of Dean Martin... or not. More or less to the tune of ‘That’s Amore’ (not the ‘In Napoli’ bit), this is the cleaned up version of an unprintable original. In UK ‘Old Fellow’ is a euphemism for... let’s just call it man’s best friend.] *** Big long fish in the sea Eight foot long and wriggly That's a Moray Well I pooped in my trunks It was biting off chunks That's a Moray First it bit my thing My ding a ling a ling People on the scene Heard me bellow This big fish just bit me And it swam away with my old fellow Then I heard someone squeal That big fish was an eel That's a Moray Then they bought me a skirt To conceal where I hurt Fair enough Well, I gave it a whirl Living life as a girl But no more, eh? ’Cause I went down the pub For a flirt and some grub That’s amore See , this bloke wandered by With that look in his eye That’s amore He said hey babe what’s yours Slipped his hand down my drawers That’s amore? But he felt quite a chump As he fondled my stump End of soirée Had a tear in my eye At his hasty bye bye That’s amore I learned electronics Made some bionic bits That’s amore Ladies squeal with delight When I ‘stay up’ all night They’re in love And they all ask of me Is that whole thing for me That’s... A Moray But I’ll write nothing more As I think this has gone... ...Far enough.