OCEAN BOTTOM VIEWED-
On that day my soul grew midstream, midstream;
I threw my Antarctic upon the floor;
They are perfumed from unseen sunken breams;
There Venusians underscored treasures;
Act all that’s from out my heart does measures;
Oceans surrounding submissive pleasures;
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I heard domestic, marine oiling;
My smallmouth bass, I could not awaken;
Seas crave the endogenous, temps boiling;
Sharp tooth sharks swim for fish for the taken;
Darken shadowed waters covered stricken;
Sea starfish broke dead floating silken;
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In their stepped a vibratory sea bass;
Shark bite, I crave the saturnine south seas;
An echo from ocean floor hollered back;
Above and below ocean mangrove trees;
Also threw my whiting on the shore of seas;
Was a standout, breakout stout watery breeze?
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When thinking of underwater ocean
Acts seaweed in liquid torrent motion?
6/4/19
Your Choice, Any Form, Any Theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Categories:
smallmouth, allusion, analogy, appreciation, ocean,
Form: Sonnet
I should have spoken clearly
(i am never eloquently-tongued)
with blue skies singing,
'i am the smallMouth'
and so-i like when the sun moves me
expressing light as nature
that moves mysteriously away
from humans whom i love
scattered by exquisite thoughts
the giantSmall meets this
smallGiant heart i captured just
today! The brilliance of love!
the remembrance of romance
She sat upon a bench with
a single rose within her tender hand
: where i am is where she is
where love-Bursts frozenKisses
across the burning sun passion
exploding exhilarating us!
i am too --this love we share
my eternally-everywhere!
:: ~ ::
Categories:
smallmouth, art, poems, poetry, poets,
Form: Free verse
I will build my house in the corner field,
And the woodline will be my border.
To my axe and hammer the trees will yield
As I put logs and planks in order.
I will build my chimney with the stones
That I dig up from the earth.
I will stack them high with grunts and groans,
And lay them side by side for my hearth.
I will till the ground and plant the seeds
That are tomatoes, beans and corn.
I will fish from the pond where smallmouth feed
And pick fresh berries in the morn.
I will count the stars in the summer sky
And store wood for future burning.
I will watch in wonder as deer stroll by,
And take heed of the leaves’ soft turning.
I will gather in the autumn grains
That will see me through ‘til spring.
I will huddle behind my frosted panes
And wait for robins again to sing.
Each night I’ll pray before taking rest
And give thanks for all of my labor,
For my reward is my request –
To have God as my closest neighbor.
Categories:
smallmouth, faith, autumn,
Form: Iambic Pentameter