Snorkel Poems | Examples

Water Margins

Dawn, a bed comes ashore,
dripping and fog laden.

Tuna sandwiches float
on foaming waves of nausea,
aqueous globs of salty oils,
surface.  Punctured sea-dreams
float; flabby and flatulent.

The day paddles around aimlessly,
tides, rather than wait,
slosh about spongy ankles.

A rubber flipper mislaid
off the Normandy coast,
slipstreams through time,
one lost sand-encrusted flip-flop
bobs on by.

May have to snorkel longer
if there is any hope of seeing
the sun sink.

Eventually aquatic ghosts
depart for a younger past.

Back on the swaying deck
of a queasy reality
a fresh wind dries sheets.

Footprints in the sand
are spied through a fisheye lens.
A shipwrecked yesterday
is waving,
glad to be finally rescued.

Glamorous Snorkel

Beautiful girl
Exquisite pearl
Wonderful thrill.

The Unknown Librarian

behind the plastic barrier,
    behind the black mask,
          behind the goggles,
        behind the paper bag,
      behind closed eyes,
    behind snorkel,
  behind chaste lips,
muffled but cheery,
 “hello!”

two eyes peer out
from cut out holes,
like the unknown comic -
a peerless booking.

perhaps, chaps,
the pandemic lasts
and lasts,
with a song and a dance -
a gong-tastic self-checkout.

Strummaz Motiff

The green leafed tree in the harbor.
There the freights are advanced.
Sailors with quality tools, while 
diners feast and play chess. The edge
Of the merchants dine hall has a Blindspot
where tugboats honk there horn to
enter the harbor. A large pile of bones
where the chef has stacked them, for
the jewelers to retrieve them to make
Carved ornaments for tourist and others.
We find there Snorkel and Algae two
Fiddlers who play music while diners
Eat at the Surfin Toot restaurant.
"Anchors ah shore maties, Anchors ah-
Shore!"

Captain Morse Pierconn
USS Snorkelcraft

Chauffeur play'd Hymn
But didn't play me
Swift sung to her
But didn't sing to me
People like song
But didn't like me
What we gon do
What we gon do
Indough neigh ah
Ah beautiful ismuss
Brazilian strings
A pretty lady
We sing ah song
But song don't
Sing me
We sing ah song
Of love!

Big Gal

I’m a really big gal from Africa.
My legs are like pillars and a trunk and tusks I’ve got.
You’re safe with me; I don’t eat meat.
I hang out with my gal pals. We socialize a lot.

I focus my attention on the children of my group.
For about three years my own calf’s like a jewel.
We’re smart, and we have feelings, so why are we abused?
They kill my kind for ivory. Don’t you think that’s cruel?

About my trunk – it’s really a fantastic thing.
I suck up water with it; it’s a snorkel when I swim around.
My tusks I use when eating and for defense if I should fight.
My skin’s so thick retaining water it helps me to cool down.

I love that I can eat about three quarters of the day!
I use vibrations, touch and smell to communicate.
My memory is likely better than your human memory is,
yet we are being killed off fast. It’s sad because we’re so great!

Horkel and Snorkel Can'T Get No Girlie Action

Horkel and Snorkel set out for the pool
  Wearing their Speedos, they thought they looked cool ~
     H & S posed, then dove in
     Speedos came off, revealed skin ~
   At infantile stunts, cute girls do not drool

Morning Swim

Time sloshes back and forth.
A rubber flipper
once lost off the Normandy coast,
briefly surfaces.

Off the Bognor Regis coast
one sand-encrusted flip-flop floats by,
it escaped years ago.

There are krill
nibbling at my floating mind.

I may have to snorkel
further
before the sun comes up -

the jellyfish
are stealing my stuff again.

© a day ago

Woozy In a Jacuzzi

I don't question
my presence in a Jacuzzi
with a girlfriend of a friend,
or why my ex-wife's sister
is now a soapy fingered hand-maiden.

All day I keep adjusting my mask
while secretly watching that hot tub dream
as it plays-on
on the tip of every nerve ending.

I so wanted to sink back
into dream suds.

I have this crazy itch to snorkel down
to where I can touch the erotic life
of all things wonderful.

Jacuzzi

all day i keep adjusting my mask
while secretly watching that hot tub dream
as it plays-out
on the tip of every nerve ending

i do not question
my presence in a jacuzzi
with a 
girlfriend of a friend

no
i sink back
into suds of impossibility

all day i have this itch
         to snorkel down
to touch

the secret life of ripples

Malaysia Explained

Glorious Malaysia with her strawberry farms and butterfly gardens
She is a study in diversity, a beautiful adventure waiting for you.
Her beautiful secluded beaches surrounded by jungles entice us to visit.
She has several cultural influences – Malay, Chinese and Indian.

Gorgeous Malaysia parading her Perdana Botanical Garden.
Museums, seaside fort, historical homes and murals of Georgetown.
Mount Kinabalu, Merara Kuala Lumpur, and the Perhentian Islands.
She invites you to snorkel, dive, bird watch, raft and fish in her depths.

At her Batu Caves you will discover the Hindu Shrine of the God of War.
Her answer to the USA’s Las Vegas is found in the Genting Highlands.
Come see Sipadan Island and her Gunung Mulu National Park.
Malaysia, the adventure of your lifetime!

Tale of a Tail

My craziest time under water
was diving with Godzilla's daughter -
she spotted a whale
and gnawed at its tail,
and ruined the snorkel I'd bought 'er.

written 26th July for Caren's Craziest Time Under contest

Third Degree Turns

‘babes you need UV protection’

from top to tail and midsection

‘I’m African don’t be daft’

quite insulted she laughed

a masterpiece of self deception


but the tan worshipper in Cape Town

decided her skin must get more brown

took a book to sun

but it was ’Shantaram’

now she got blisters and a burnt frown


the sequel is  called ‘Mountain Shadow’

900 pages to become quite aglow

thought she reflected her lesson

from scripted obsession

and consumed part two in the snow


she became frosted in flakes and purblind

‘babes some advice if you don’t mind’

the book has dangerous thickness

and then there is altitude sickness

Mount Kilimanjaro can be unkind


now she reads reclined in the boudoir

fact fiction fantasy and mysterious lore

Hawaiian tropic neath pajamas on cutis

sun shades and bedsores on gluteus

and wonders what else reading has in store


should she try with fins snorkel and mask

but corals sting and sharks have a blast

a most unappealing notion

why not apply sun lotion

and make misconception a thing of the past


14th June 2020

a true story and part of the family legend

Warmer Waters

I don't question
my presence in a Jacuzzi
with a girlfriend of a friend,
or why my ex-wife's sister
is now a soapy fingered hand-maiden.

All day I keep adjusting my mask
while secretly watching that hot tub dream 
as it plays-on
on the tip of every nerve ending.

I want to sink back 
into suds of impossibility.
I have this crazy itch
to snorkel down
to where I can touch
the secret life of ripples.

Dwellings

Dawn, and my bed comes ashore,
dripping fog-laden fronds.
 
I feed my mind
manna of minced shark 
and Barracuda.
 
I dislike tuna,
so I make a tuna sandwich;
wet foaming waves,
aqueous globs of salty oils,
some mayo.  I must be waterlogged
by sea-dreams.
 
The day swims around aimlessly,
time sloshes.
A rubber flipper
once lost off the Normandy coast,
briefly surfaces;
one sand-encrusted flip-flop floats by.

I may have to snorkel
if I am ever going to see
the sun go down.

Water Margins

Dawn, and my bed comes ashore,
dripping fog-laden fronds.
 
I feed my mind
manna of minced shark 
and Barracuda.
 
I dislike tuna,
so I make a tuna sandwich;
wet foaming waves,
aqueous globs of salty oils,
some mayo.  I must be waterlogged
by sea-dreams.
 
The day swims around aimlessly,
time sloshes.
A rubber flipper
once lost off the Normandy coast,
briefly surfaces;
one sand-encrusted flip-flop floats by.

I may have to snorkel
if I am ever going to see
the sun go down.

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