A sink bucket
Today I forgot to buy milk, drank black coffee
it is easy to remember the past shines like jewels
It was the winter of 1952, and my brother carried
a big sink bucket, I was the smallest one
and we were on our way to the coal depot to
find a hole in the fence to steal coal.
We were caught by a man who wore an armband
of the new people in command
they were taking no nonsense from
anyone least of all seven-year-old thieves.
I have often seen that you put a uniform on someone who
who never had power, they behave like little Hitler sprats.
On the way home with two empty buckets, we came across
a wooden fence that had partially fallen, we took as many
planks as we could carry and had a warm Christmas Eve
Categories:
sprats, america, anger, autumn,
Form: ABC
The town pond was drained,
revealing minnows
wriggling in the residual water
they milled and turned
in silvered arabesques
choregraphed by a rippling wind.
Large ocean-going gulls
descended out of a troubled sky,
they walked among the writhing small fry
plucked out the little fish
employing just the tip of their great beaks
as if sensible of the delicacy of such morsels.
Dark clouds foretold a storm,
strange but the gulls did not fly off
to feast on Lake Erie’s plentiful bounty,
they lingered here on this little pond
like diners at a buffet
skewering only these bitsy sprats,
while squalls fermented the Great Lakes
and much bigger fish flew unmolested
through those high cresting waves.
Little ponds it seems,
do not at all mirror
the courage of the free.
Categories:
sprats, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Aquatic spirits have spawned us.
Sprats and minnow
are now skin and bone,
krill and whale our flesh.
A progenitor who knows
how to hide a fish in a fish,
also hides the head from the tail,
the beginning from the end.
That one has left us
to swim in a scallop shell
until heaven-sent oceans
gives up their secrets.
Categories:
sprats, poetry,
Form: Free verse
The Pond was drained,
revealing umpteen minnows;
they wriggle in the residual water
turning in silvered arabesques
choregraphed by a water-rippling wind.
Large ocean-going gulls descend out of a troubled sky,
they walk among the writhing small fry
pluck out the little fish
employing just the tip of their great beaks
as if sensible of the delicacy of such morsels.
Dark clouds loom foretelling a storm,
strange but the gulls do not fly off
to feast on Lake Erie’s plentiful bounty,
the linger here on this little pond
like diners at a buffet
skewering only these unseasoned sprats,
while squalls ferment the Great Lakes
and bigger fish fly freely
through the cresting waves.
Categories:
sprats, poetry,
Form: Free verse
We are of One Mind -
a tentacled,
ethereal monstrous mind,
not inherently vicious
but nevertheless
prone to random acts of terror.
One Mind swims,
slips through your time and mine.
Thought-eels mate in that gelatinous
body of I ’ness.
Legends grow into settled science,
words like krill swell
reach Brobdingnagian proportions,
become too big to fail, reach into the realms
of deniable plausibility.
Of course we must argue and differ,
debate and judiciously slaughter;
alone we are sprats and minnows
in the belly of a godly Kraken.
Of course we are One
but I do believe
that you’re all in My ocean
and I am Not in yours.
Categories:
sprats, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Wildlife 29
There once was a flighty young puffin'
Who fancied a blueberry muffin'
When his mother came back,
She said "Cut me some slack!"
"It's sprats or you ain't gettin' nuffin'!"
Categories:
sprats, bird, funny,
Form: Limerick
on
the menu
crabs
clam
alfalfa
salad
lasagna
pasta
salsa
with
tramasalata:
carp
sprats
&prawns
parma ham
jam
tarts
and
banana
flan
Categories:
sprats, food,
Form: Verse
A sink bucket
Today I forgot to buy milk, black coffee in the morning it is so
easy to remember the past it shines like jewels lost.
It was the winter of 1964, it was dark my brother carried
a big sink bucket and I a smaller one, we were on our way to
the coal depot to- if we found a hole in the fence- to steal coal.
We were caught by a man who wore an arm band of the new
people in command and they were taking no nonsense from
anyone least of all seven years old thieves.
I have often seen that, you put a uniform on someone who
who never had power and they behave like little Hitler sprats .
On the way home with two empty buckets we came across
a wooden fence that had partially fallen down we took as many
planks as we could carry and had a warm Christmas Eve
Categories:
sprats, child, child abuse, childhood,
Form: Prose Poetry
A sink bucket
Today I forgot to buy milk, black coffee in the morning it is so
easy to remember the past it shines like jewels lost.
It was the winter of 1946, it was dark my brother carried
a big sink bucket and I a smaller one, we were on our way to
the coal depot to- if we found a hole in the fence- to steal coal.
We were caught by a man who wore an arm -band of the new
people in command and they were taking no nonsense from
anyone least of all seven years old thieves.
I have often seen that you put a uniform on someone who
who never had power and they behave like little Hitler sprats .
On the way home with two empty buckets. we came across
a wooden fence that had partially fallen down we took as many
planks as we could carry and had a warm Christmas Eve
Categories:
sprats, best friend, betrayal, body,
Form: Bio