The once was a man with a long bad tongue
He wrote poor lyrics and never got sung,
His lengthy words were a farce
They came out of his ****,
Smelling like stagnate garbage of bung.
She is a lady from Mersey side
In need of a smack on her backside
Her finger always digging
To give someone a wigging
she is neither clever nor dignified.
A man from earth snorkels like a hog
Cries like a cat and growls like a dog,
A true pain in the bum
Because he is scum,
He lives happily in a repulsive bog.
There was a lady who travels a lot
She has rounded face and a beauty spot
She is loud as a siren
Thinking she’s Lord Byron
She is Dorothy they call her Dot.
There was a man who owned a yacht
He was depressed and overwrought,
Ladies loathed his clowning
They had no time for fooling,
He needed some serious food for thought.
Danny was a man from the You Ess Ay
A Canadian lady who liked to pray
A twit from Denmark with an Italian postmark
And a Kenyan who lives in Bombay.
Categories:
snorkels, fun,
Form: Limerick
The affluent holidaymakers cover the sand
Laid out in rows like one giant band
Sun hats and glasses protect pale skins
Under sun brollies as the new day begins
Calling out for ices, doughnuts and snacks
Lying on sun beds with lotion on backs
New hats and costumes that never get wet
Expensive trips that get them in debt
Noise and laughter abundant and free
Airbeds and snorkels take to the sea
Children are playing safe on the beach
Not far away from comforts reach
So different the story just over the sea
Migrants with children waiting to flee
No sunbeds on this beach laid in a row
Just dinghies overloaded and ready to go
No children's laughter no fun or joy
Only guns and bombs replacing the toy
No sun hats nor glasses or money to spend
Not even sure where their journey will end
The smugglers like vultures catching their prey
A new cache of victims everyday
Loaded in boats and pushed out to sea
Praying their journey will let them be free
We look to our leaders, the mighty and great
To solve this world problem before it's too late
They don't find an answer, it's still out of reach
So for contrasting reasons, life is a beach
Categories:
snorkels, conflict, corruption, destiny, freedom,
Form: Couplet
NARWHAL
Spares of Death
Fear.
Eyes tightly closed,
I am singing me a lullaby.
Fall Asleep,
I tell myself.
Fall asleep,
lest one of these lighting rods of ugliness
plunge it's terror into my heart.
Like angels of death they snorkels around me.
It's a dolphin!
No, it's a whale!
It's a massive ugly creature.
with a spear of death in its head.
Ugly!
Beautiful!
Awesome!
The huge oceans!
Indeed the fittest place
for these contradictory pods of terror.
10/1/2015 © A & J Juman The "Said" Poet
Categories:
snorkels, fear, fish, ocean, ,
Form: Free verse
Climbing mountains, scaling cliffs,
Bungee jumping fan,
Action hero, stuff of myths,
Such a macho man.
Snorkels, dives and flies a plane,
Thrills and danger led,
Wrestles, races, feels no pain…
Only in my head.
For Andrea’s 7/5 Trochee contest
Categories:
snorkels, adventure,
Form: Rhyme
little booted buddha
hopping in a monsoon knapsack.
a mural pasture filled with green
slender stalks lean in rows.
children are playing in between the spaces
dark skinned and vibrant.
they wear snorkels around their heads
and breath aqua marine.
bent labor can wait since the trees have all grown
into archaic reefs.
now the rain descends suicidally transparent
in the unshethed wind.
only the crickets have paused and grown silent.
Categories:
snorkels, allegory,
Form: Ballad
Can you ever imagine
How life would really be
If most birds were obese
And fell from their tree?
Sparrows staggering somehow
Around with bent beaks
Upturned to the sky
Awaiting helpful tweaks!
Alas, when the rain showers
Fall like you wouldn’t believe
You’d see Sparrows wearing snorkels
To help them better breathe!
And then an Albatross
Won’t be able to leave the ground
Due to overeating fish
And turning overly round.
Ducks, when thrown some bread
By children in the park
Would slowly, steadily sink
As surely as a dog does bark!
Swallows they would swallow
Many, too many flies
And end up heavily crashing
From our summer skies.
Then, all the newspapers
On the front page would read:
“We’re Fed up with Obese Birds
Please, Do NOT feed!”
Categories:
snorkels, funny
Form: Rhyme