Short Torpedo Poems
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Planes like dragonflies
skimming over the pond*
~Pearl Harbor
*Japanese torpedo aviator remembering December 7, 1941
that familiar refrain
flailing arms in the night
an itch filled torpedo
small but bitey
mozzzzzzzzzzquito!
Bite Sized Poem no50 poetry contest
Route 66ish No 7
A guy who lived near Sausalido,
Could swim like a well aimed torpedo,
Whilst passing some kelp
He let out a yelp,
Which improved on his flagging libido!
two dolphins swimming -
an endless sea before them -
frolick in rhythmic waves
as they leap up to catch sun’s rays
splendid torpedo bodies
glide gracefully along
as their world mirrors blue sky. . . .
poetry flowing
Many a confession is more than a sin injurious
For you may seek to a harm alleviate
Mumble for words and make assumptions erroneous
Yet do sink it and quagmire aggravate
So never torpedo an apology with an excuse
Destitute of exploits,your atonement is of no use.
Poverty made me once climb a tree
sitting high in its breathing crown
I became wealthy with the swallows
the eternity of swirling torpedo skies
swallowed me in its massive silence
only the wind whispered to me softly
telling me with the wishes of the sunshine
that god loves me
There was an old chap from Toledo
Who took meds for his bad libido
One pill made him fast!
Two pills helped him last!
With three, he surpassed a torpedo !!
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A girl with excessive libido
Was walking the streets of Toledo
A sailor she found
She said, "for a pound
Please sir, can I see your torpedo?"
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five torpedo bombers
known as Flight 19
disappeared in December of 1945
over the Bermuda Triangle
an ominous mystical zone
recorded precarious by Christopher Columbus
when his compasses began acting erratically
Flight 19 is just one of many ships and planes lost
forever in the bowels of the Devil’s playground
the treacherous, notorious, mysterious Bermuda Triangle
I feel the sand beneath my feet
Cool gritty moist making sure to mind the holes,
Hand in hand we walk silently
Enjoying the heat warming our souls
The seagulls squawk above
They dart overhead diving low,
We duck down laughing
For they are fast as a torpedo.
We sit on the steps
Yellow-orange beams begin to glow,
Waiting as the sun disappears
For we no longer see it as it goes down below.
While i watched in awe at the size and shape!
a vast shiplike torpedo with indents deep.
i smiled expectantly the Chinese were here!
then stumbled at the speed it disappeared.
My pals were all swimming and laughing around!
now squeals of fighting all over the ground!
Made to act like drunken fools!
in the mornings light,they,d forgotten the thrill!
footnote.Was i the only witness just because im mad?
After the spooky night
there was the
morphean balm.
You pull out the meat
from the bones.
A genteel confession-
keeps tumbling out.
The haunted house
sends forth the tiny ghosts.
It was moon time.
You will drop a torpedo-
to unsettle the stray thoughts.
The geometry
falters. Lines are drawn
to remove the dots.
The skin you left
on the road;
still glows like a smoldering coal.
Satish Verma
In the aquamarine tranquil sea,
a huge torpedo ,shot right at me,
super King was its size,
stinky scent of dead mice,
Brown spots on my new white bikini.
Charma
(Not for the contest,inspired by Caroline's limerick's sea contest..and by a true
story,twisted to a tale:)
Ps.I don't know if this passes for a limerick,If it does,this would be my first:)
(I could see the relief on the red cheeked boy's face and feel his Victory over
my death:)
Look at this new rear gunny,
his uniform sure fits funny
Are your sure, he’s one of us?
Put him at the back of the sub,
six decks below
Begging your pardon, Admiral,
that is where
she was assigned to go
Gunny has
top merit of her class
Torpedo ordinance expertise,
pure marksman target release
But I don’t like
the salute of his hand
It don’t look navy masculine
I care not for his name:
Natasha is Russian feminine
I never learned the proper way
To swim, and so my form
(With head above the water)
Is quite different from the norm.
I don't enjoy it anyway
And rarely hit a pool,
Preferring other exercise
And A/C to keep cool.
But watching the Olympians
Torpedo in their lanes
Makes me marvel at such effort
Which both awes and entertains.
Every sport has its attractions
Yet each breaststroke somehow brings
All observers (me included)
Right into the swim of things.
Dressed for comfort and play
worn blue jeans
signature red jackets --
as red as the distinctive tricots
of revolutionary Bastille days --
their slide whistles shrieking
their drums booming defiance
chanting slogans
blocking rush-hour traffic
echoes of 'Madame Guillotine...'
These school-teachers
turned performance artists
torpedo sincere, generous proposals
to further the educational
and vocational prospects of
360,000 public school students