Seaweed Poems - Poems about Seaweed

caught in seaweed

Caught in seaweed forever I guess
My legs are tangled; they’re in a mess
Merman comes along and cuts me out
I am too weak to flail about
Who will save a wretch like me?
Floundering in the Baltic Sea

Seaweed, My Favourite Acquired Taste

Seaweed, another nutritious meal,
With an acquired taste in a meal,
I desire for my breakfast,
What is the purpose,
Is it the cellulose,
That is so delicate to be pulled by the force,
Enhanced by the source,
Here, I found the origin,
I wish it would taste addictive like margarine,
Or tangerine,
In the summer, 
I blenched it with salt and water,
It could not

Seaweed

Here,
take time to admire
this tangled clump
of seaweed, 
its knotted form,
how it becomes 
almost a poem
in the way it folds 
around a secret 
hidden deep within,
how it tumbles 
along the beach
carrying off a mystery
wrapped in the breath
of a wind.

Seaweed

On one of the myriad bays
along the Maine coast. Keep the holocaust
at bay I said to Dave because
you’ll spend all day gathering
2,000 calories and still be miserable hungry.
An undiminished population of humans is risible.

Black spruce and balsam fir,
you can eat the inner bark
in a starvation emergency.
There’s plenty of Cornus—bunchberry—
each orange pith around the stone
worth maybe

Seaweed Chains

Washed by tides, tangle inevitable, 
   Lurking licking tongues, tiger whisker weed
   Undercurrent gritty slippery tendrils -
   Barb trusting toes with camouflaged cat creed
   

   Wet predator paws apply pressure
   Leeching life from faithful feet, farcical
   Undulating grass, salty claws sever

Charming Patterns

Powder-white sand rattles between flexing toes
like tiny, bleached avalanches.

The Australian sky, wide, taut, and impossibly blue
screens my field of vision in a blinding smear as
sea droplets evaporate on my body leaving salted
grains softly stinging.

I raise my five-year-old hand and closely examine its
withered skin from knuckle to nail.
The soaked ridges and puckered lines are as deep

The Taste of Seaweed

Seaweed tastes like a storm of six months
A bulimic cloud of bile and doubt
Fainting in the brisket line 
Curled on the chest of a false lover 
Pregnancy scare relieved by a loss of one fifth
A predator child disguised as sensibility
Reports the angel to cover himself
Teeth forcibly removed
Jaw and soul bruised
Out of work and left with

Fishing

Today I went fishing
I didn't catch not one
good thing I was only
fishing to have fun

I baited up my hook
casted out my line
I'm gonna catch a big one
was running through my mind

I zipped up my jacket
as day turned to night
sat down in my chair
that's when I felt a bite

I jumped to my feet
and started reeling in
it's

Erratic 4 - a Little Seaweed

Can you hear the echoes of the ocean - 
The screams of the cooking pipi shells,
The sadness of 52 hertz whale,
The craziness of the king tides,
The eternal love of the cute little crabs?

A little piece of seaweed wants to scream
And yell
And tell the world it is happy.

It wants to push
And pull the tides of life;
Let

Seaweed

All along the bent and angling coast
seaweed strands in sunken coves
abandon their beached forms
from wave to wave

I always chase after them 
their strewn bobbing heads
roll as dead bodies
from wave to wave

What seaweed does not hide
short stories of unknown depths?
submarine worlds where time itself
folds into layered shelves

Under every rubbery leaf
striped then strung to tether in running

Poi Bowls of Sweet Seaweed

Copyright 2014
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
POETIC LYRICS BY THOMAS LAM HSI (ANDRESS)

Dedicated to ALL WORLDS CREATED BY THE 'TRUEST...FIRST...LAST...
AND ONLY SOURCE OF LIFE---WHO CREATED ALL 'SO-CALLED' Gods!'


Take...an-orig-inal...RECIPE-FOR-SUC-CESS...an-what/you-get
IS-A/SLAUGH-TER...OF-LAUGHS!
Take...an-orig-inal...RECIPE-FOR-SUC-CESS...an-what/you-get
IS-A/SLAUGH-TER...OF-LAUGHS!

From-the/EAST...to-the/WEST...IS-A/PURE-MIXING/BOWL!
And...from-the/WEST...to-the/EAST...IS-A/CO-MING-LING
OF-DING-A-LINGS!

From-the/EAST...to-the/WEST...IS-A/PURE-MIXING/BOWL!
And...from-the/WEST...to-the/EAST...IS-A/CO-MING-LING
OF-DING-A-LINGS!

IT'S-A/PURE...JUG-GLING...OF/POI-BOWLS-'n-SWEET-SEA/WEED!
IT'S-A/PURE...JUG-GLING...OF/POI-BOWLS-'n-SWEET-SEA/WEED!

A Tropical Storming...UNDER-HOT/FLASHES-AND/ROYAL-TEAS!
A Tropical Storming...UNDER-HOT/FLASHES-AND/ROYAL-TEAS!

It's...ARTHUR/AND-HIS/WHITE-NIGHTS...and/PRINCE-and-PRINCESSES!
It's...ARTHUR/AND-HIS/WHITE-NIGHTS...and/PRINCE-and-PRINCESSES!

FROM-AN/ISLE-OF/TROPICS...TO-A/EUROPEAN/MIXING-BOWL!
FROM-AN/ISLE-OF/TROPICS...TO-A/EUROPEAN/MIXING-BOWL!

A-European/comedy...OF-FIRST/CLASS-ASSES...
THAT'S...A-EUROPEAN/COMEDY...OF-FIRST/CLASS-ASSES!
A-European/comedy...OF-FIRST/CLASS-ASSES...
THAT'S...A-EUROPEAN/COMEDY...OF-FIRST/CLASS-ASSES!

A-European/comedy...OF-FIRST/CLASS-ASSES...
THAT'S...A-EUROPEAN/COMEDY...OF-FIRST/CLASS-ASSES!


Poet's Own Note:

Title songs to an original screenplay by Thomas Lam Hsi (Andress)!

Seaweed, Seagulls and Shells

I behold the seagulls
In their graceful flight,
With outstretched wings
What  magnificent sight.

I glance over the water
As far as the eye can see,
I feel a peace in my soul;
Complete tranquility. 

Some love the mountains,
Others the hot desert sand,
But I'm closest to my God
Where the ocean meets the land.

Surrounded by sea mist,
Seaweed, seagulls and shells,
I commune with

Seaweed Monster

In the inner most 
Deepest depths, 
you tortured me 
until there was no beauty left 

A vile monster 
with lying tongues 
In my ocean deep 
You became slimy 

You attacked me 
without a heart 
Hurting me 
In the depths 

Creeping like seaweed 
all around me 
Covering your lies 
Disguised as truth, 
leaving a horrible stench

Oceans of Seaweed

oceans of seaweed
adorn driftwood with green pearls...
     gifts from Neptune's queen



*Written February 21, 2012

Clam Shells, Seaweed and a Whole Bunch of Junk

CLAM SHELLS, SEAWEED AND A WHOLE OTHER BUNCH OF JUNK

I looked through the ocean
I searched through the sea
But I never found me

She always said that we were different
I’d ask how and she would always say
“only in every definitive way”

So I set a course to change those things
I bought her little trinkets, bracelet and rings
Yet the

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