Short Sponges Poems

We are like sponges - soaking up 60 percent of water to stay hydrated...

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Oft I've wondered

If sponges were yanked

Would all the seas be dry?...

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clouds are like sponges 
soaking up rays of sunshine 
engulfing blue sky...

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an unwashed plate sits
no one around to clean it~~
smiles as roach sponges...

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The gifted script within
Translates ones rendition
Of life, yet we become
Sponges and shadows...

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My mind is a sponge
Slurp Slurp Slurp
Sponges get murky
-You don't want to spread that around-
You gotta ring 'em out....

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Children learn from
Their environment
They are like sponges
Even from early years 
They act as you would
Like them to act in the future....

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Clouds like fat sponges
Hiding sun, promising rain
Usher in new life



For Raul's picture contest
"I didn't know it would be so fierce!"...

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white corals around
landscapes sparkle in pure white ---
adder snakes creep on creepers 

white furs and sponges 
ornament the environs ---
white fox innocently blinks 

10 January 2023...

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Running down your chin 
warm on my shoulder; 
Vanilla candles; 
Water full of suds 
soaking each other; 

 In the bathtub 
rejuvenate,  
lips touching mine; 
Scented ripples 

cascading 
head to toe;
Just lie back;

Relax,
sponges

soothe ....

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A teabag is snug 
in an orange rind as it floats
on the brown sewage;

the spinach leaves swirl
as the drain gobbles and sucks, 
and the brocoli 

florets are hurried 
to the steel beast's growling maw. 
The peach liquid soap 

sponges and perfumes 
the kitchen. Sun-hued butter-
fly wings emerge, lift....

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Small fish die
But don’t you cry
They leave behind their bones
To make a brand new home
Called a Coral Reef

Beautiful bright colors to behold
Such as pink, yellow, orange and gold
A place where many fish live except for the whales
Such as anemones, sponges and snails
Where they hide from the shark with great relief
A place they call home, Coral Reef...

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About climate change and its effects there has been a lot of chatter.

One concern is that the sea-level is rising and I think I know the matter.

My research reveals that there is a dearth of sea sponges, (that is my notion).

We need to increase the growth of sponges to soak up the water in the ocean!

(Concocted with considerable tongue in cheek!)...

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Side stepping love's starfish sun bathing about, time's shores....
While amoeboid parasites these sponges in resilient, take up residence
Atop her capital hill; residuum's resonant evil kismet's, true, liverwort lobbyist 
Waterspout gargoyles autism's algae tortuous angleworms this, immoral's realities ?
Shuttered truths antipodes their view; his shad's tenement tete-a-tete's, voodoo virtuosity....

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I am not an airhead. 
My thoughts are sponges made of lead.
They swell inside my mind, behind my zoned-out eyes,
And shield me from your cutting lies. 

Although I should apologize, 
As your mind is clearly filled with flies. 
Since you cannot hold a thought longer than your breath, 
You speak with a distinct lack of depth. 

You see, I am not brain dead. 
My words are thought before they're said....

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The day ends
forgetting where it started.
One hour sponges a moving face
you had hung on the wall
thinking to mark a passing,
but there is no passing
only the begun again.

A tiny speck floats between us,
your eyes flicker over it
tracing its erratic passage.
My features are wiped away
as your mind follows your eyes.
Only another distraction
can bring us back together
into the same space....

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People rush and hustle,
Mopping with gloved hands, tools of steel,
Wiping away blood and sweat from the floor,
Scrubbing the metal, blades, and hooks,
Sponges damp like the weight of sacrifice.
The work ends with a final cut,
Leaving the factory restored,
But the air thick with the scent of iron,
Machines hum like the march of the willing,
Tanks rise like the flag of duty,
Until the stench of labor fades....

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Teach your Children well

As they are more porous than sponges

Wring the badness out of them

Because unlike Sponge Bob square pants

Who lives in a pineapple under the sea

Life up here on earth is far more complex to navigate

And every bit of experience, knowledge or lesson gained from you can impart
from your past mistakes

Can only ease their passage when life delivers vinegar instead of wine or rain instead of sunshine...

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1958

Bikini bottom
All sponges rotten
The people have left
Though the holes remain

Swim suites in celebration
Propaganda in every state
Love that bombed a hate
Because of their guns
They are the great

Still poor bikini island
Where once the people thrived
Now thanks to that Uncle Sam
And his cheerful children
That lowly hydrogen weapons

The island is left in radiation seasons
And all those soldiers could scream was
God bless our nation…...

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Diluted ink blots
splashed
in  random
spontaneity
mingles with
in improvised
 doodles
of white
  writing

soak-stained
 sponges
wet colour
in compulsive
spiked
  abstractions
of looping
  layers
 from memory's
drawer
Diluted ink blots
splashed
in  random
spontaneity
mingles with
in improvised
 doodles
of white
  writing

soak-stained
 sponges
wet colour
in compulsive
spiked
  abstractions
of looping
  layers
 from memory's
drawer...

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A silent wrath sits in a pool
of blood, will start a battle
over the footprints of sponges
who soaked the history.
The flow of endurance, lava on
the tongue triggers discontent
for a riot of spawned hunger.
One transparent self under the rocks
moans, falls to explosion, sways in
dim smoke. For the authenticity of future
we are killing the serpent
who drinks milk
from your hands
and protects your treasure.
The tranquility is little bloated
like grape seed extract.


SATISH VERMA...

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Turtle cruises the reef,
turquoise warm in the sun;
tendrils of coral stretch to
sup filtered light.

Butterflyfish and Tang
intermingle amid coral polyps,
that are plentiful appetizers
for this party.

As sponges get their rays,
a seahorse uncoils and jettisons itself
just overhead of a yawning mussel.

I giggle to myself as an angelfish kisses
my goggles and swim beneath the belly of turtle;
awed at the Crayola chroma essence
that delights my spirit.
...

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