Short Plankton Poems
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I have an S-curved neck
I am a tropical bird who can stand on one foot
hot pink feathered wading bird
I eat shrimp plankton and algae
who am I?
colorless timber
a small, generous pond fish
hunts eats the plankton
11/21/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
Sighting the plankton,
it was the moondown
entry, of heron
in the lake.
*
Flawless, a big fish
eats the small fish.
It was not a
faux pas.
*
The animalism
outreaches. Would you
now go for a
favourite deity ?
Satish Verma
What talks
in
a
plankton’s
wriggle?
Weaving unseen
whirlpools,
pitting puddles
(soaked, a mellow,
afternoon shine)-
lashing and
curling
like
a sleek
blade,
cutting into
rotten green ,
perhaps,
blowing
a bugle-
like
a shriek
lost
in
the chasm.
I was thinking
of you touching my belly
in one moment in time,
and me kissing your shoulder
in another.
I was thinking
of talk
and whiskey,
the sound of bass
and shyness.
I have no wishes.
I was just thinking
how it could be
if the world stayed round
but got so much smaller,
for only one room to be,
for you and me.
I'm clinging to a rock,
Being battered by the waves.
At the mercy of the sea,
Living long and tedious days.
No escape for me,
Life's a constant tussle
Relentlessly being pounded,
It's not easy being a mussel.
Stuck here on this rock
Filtering away all day.
Nothing to eat but plankton,
I wish I could swim away.
Oh, to be a fish
And cruise the open sea,
I may be shackled to my rock,
But I dream of being free.
Its a House,
For a Crab or a Snail
100 Chimneys on
the Roof, Animals Inside,
Make the Kitchen,
the Kitchen is the
Stomach, the Front
Door is the Mouth,
the Hallway-- the
Intestines, its a Mobile
Home, Always on the
Go, the Kitchen will Prepare
Shrimp and Plankton,
or Bacteria, the Living Room,
the Heart, where most
Happens, Blood Cells are
People, In and Out,
The House, Put Together
Form:
Gently riding crests of waves across the ocean bay
Cumulus clouds sail high above on a beautiful sunny day
The anchor is dropped and we've lowered the sails
Our camera's are handy as we look for whales
The humpbacks are here for the plankton and krill
We patiently watch and sit perfectly still
These gentle giants are a treasure to see
So we must protect them and our deep blue sea
For time's of the essence and we cannot wait
We all must do more before it's too late
Your cupped hands
held a globe, and
when your fingers
slackened,
I fell away to
darkness, feeding
on plankton,
gasping air
through a thousand
miles of sand,
the sadness thundered
against chambers
of my heart
threatening to
wash the flotsam
of me away
But I held fast
I am more than
chambers of flesh
and blood,
in the minute
particles that
makes up the magic
that is me
the cracks of my faults
splinter my nuclei
as I explode into strings
Deep blue sea mammals
Cetaceans so grand
Its hard to believe
They originated on land
Dolphins, porpoises
Our many Whales
What ever size
Beautiful in sail
Toothed and baleen
Identifies them
Plankton feeders
Echolocation gems
To stop the hunting
It's a must
Protect the whales
In us they trust
To have a world
Where the whales have gone
All other species will think
It won't be long
" This poem is for Karen O' Leary and all other whale lovers "