Short Kraken Poems
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sculptured hobo of the sea
a pirate’s swashbuckling adventure
siren, kraken, leviathan
or some other ocean creature
but now enjoying retirement
as peaceful a garden feature
Damn the nor’easter
hold the wheel steady
Waves from the Kraken
over the bow
Darkness ahead
charts plot the demon
Into the fury
—doubling down
(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
She was Lip-Smackin', Crack-a-Lackin',
Eye-Poppin', Jaw Droppin', Mack's-a-Snackin'!
"You don't walk like a Man!"
"You can talk to the Hand!"
Poodle-Noodle must Whack-da-Kraken?
oh ye
jack-o-lantern moon
with
your
jolly bloodshot eyes soon
time for treat-or-treat
with
your
wicked Kraken smile
thus
we meet again
to witness
the
black licorice
dripping from
your
orange pumpkin mouth
intense . . . to begin with, belayed by hours
hewn soliloquy through obverse platitudes
benign, betrayal among friends, in grounds
of open mouths, a kraken of tongues regale
upon which bar the cocktails finally arrived
A mucky puddle
still holds the reflected night.
Two maundering starlings
peck at the dark pool
as if fishing.
One worm wriggles up,
the birds don't seem inclined
to eat it
one bubble in the puddle
surfaces -
I sense a kraken.
kraken bagged his first clipper ship on a Monday afternoon.
I love the feel of it in the bag, he told his cousin Swoon.
Swoon thought that keeping a ship in a bag was bad luck.
He asked how the creatures would breathe, but
Kraken did not give a gut
A black cloud discriminates effortlessly,
forms gauche haunting images
justifying Kraken legend.
Malevolent nimbostratus
orchestrate prejudice quotable rain squalls,
travelling unbiased verifying
what xtremes yonder zoom.
© Harry J Horsman 2011
Grassy ponds heave
under the tread
of moss piglets.
Kraken of microscopic
significance,
fill the forms of waterbears.
Tardigrade leviathans
plod a sodden sod,
toil assiduously
in the marshy haze
until Bur-marigold
grow out
of their dead giant heads.
The kraken has been set loose,
Or is it a fire-breathing dragon?
Sheesh! This year's August
Shouldn't be this blazing hot!
Hydrate! Retreat to the bower
When the sun shows no mercy.
Just August Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Andrea Dietrich
Date written: 08/08/2022
An ancient bird, I soar above the sea
As a giant squid’s arms reach out for me
He boasts, “I am the Kraken”
But something he’s a-lackin’
One brush of my wings; he's pre-history
make the most
of what you have…
my philosophy
*Written for PD’s “Dinosaur-Quest” contest
by Carolyn Devonshire
A Kraken with a straw hat cracking jokes and slapping racist white folks. I get my Xbox gauntlet to fight jellyfish ghosts with my friend a talking duck in a Tonka truck. I am asking as be where the axe be "hey taxi". drive me to the bouncy house as I wear my wedding blouse that I got from my inflatable house.
A storm is brewing
The waters bracken
As demon’s shout
Release the kraken
As windows shook
He woke in fear
The dreaded beast
Was coming near
He pulled the covers
Over his head
Said “he’ll never find me
In this bed”
After the storm
He shed his dread
The monster lived
Inside his head
For he had read
Of an ancient curse
Unleashed by writers
In cryptic verse
John G. Lawless
©1/25/2023
One day, when she’s dead,
And your heart is broken
By all that was said
Or was left unspoken,
You’ll stand by her grave
And you’ll lay a token
But you never forgave
With those words unspoken.
That night, in your bed,
The thoughts that have woken
You, swim through your head
Like the swirling kraken,
And you’ll once again grieve
For she who’s been taken
But you’ll never retrieve
The words unspoken.
© Barry Freeman - 21st March 2021
There was once a man,
That left his brain at home,
That wouldn't really had known,
That a beast was lurking alone.
That a feast was all that was home.
In the depths that was sea,
A monster living naturally,
An abomination of man,
Searching for it's homeland.
That man didn't know that the depths would reach so low,
Now is that man alive,
Can that man breathe under pressure would one know lies?
Kraken..... swept away,
That man never returned home
They cry through open caves,
plunge behind last raised wing.
What crashes into them
is the oceans voice beheaded.
They rollick on the verge
of a rise and fall.
Indoor cats stare out of windows
as heckling seabirds tumble and dive
for shadows of sleek iridescence.
Those hunched upon the land
hear a kraken call
made small,
a throaty ravening,
couched within the seas rolling tongue,
where the free freely hunt
the already captive,
the almost caught.
The call of the mighty
Kraken
across a silent sea.
Is enough to scare
a salior stiff,
but nothing can scare
me.
For I know the mighty
Kraken
is not as bad
as he
may seem at first
to be.
All he truly wants to have
is a spot
of tea.
So he cries and throws a
tantrum.
Looking for someone like me
who is not afraid to
sit and talk
and have a spot of
tea.
So if in the dark of night
you hear the Kraken's call,
simply stay to sit and chat
maybe you will find that
hs not so bad
at all.
His skill
Is far beyond surreal
His face is covered by mask of steel
He is an angel of horizon will
But even if horizon is his reflection to it he has no reference point
By the greatest power he is anoint
He is definition of sublime from every view point
With him the soul of divine from end of abyss is conjoint
He is a divine elemental dream
That from reference point only to itself he would stream
He is above kraken or other biological extreme
He is the visage of the supreme
Caddie of Manger was incredible granger
He kept her bees in the seas of Kraken Kranger
His bees were the beasts
Fed on brewer's yeasts
Brewed beers for the bears Caddie a little skanger
Caddie of Manger/Limerick: Humor/Fun/Nonsense©Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty
11/19/2014
Along the back near the corner of my mind
There's a keyhole that I can't quite find.
What's hiding behind this lock and key?
I'm hoping it might be a past life memory.
Was it when I fought the Kraken to save us?
Or was it when I roamed the sea as an Octopus?
What if its just a knob afixed in my mind for fashion
Just a doorway like you see at the Winchester Mansion.
Along the back near the corner of my mind
There's a doorway that I've yet want to find.
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