I treasure you, and promise to not conceal
Your eyes, your love, my love, my eyes
I promise forever to never disguise
I promise forever to show you what's real:
Today, how much I truly adore you
And promise me, that in any one dire
Situation, for sure, you'll let me be there
'Cause for you, I'd walk through the fire bare
And promise me, if we ever retire,
That I can still be here for you.
Along the shore
Wind
adores the sand, the stone
The Salish Sea
calls to me
I am an island upon an island
Restlessly
wishing
A gull in communion
with mountains, trees
Water my source of birth and food
Harbinger of ancient ways
In my soul such dynasties
free themselves
Only within the emptiness
where the wind exhales
are you with me
Forever
on the edge
Eternally
your footsteps left behind
though washed away
I see them
Remember
as no other could
Even though water brushed aside
the moments
I am the witness
Your cry imbedded in my soul
A starfish rests upon my pillow
at night when the sea
the Salish Sea
calls to me
Dream the dream of us to be.
Shells and starfish
Has many meaning to me
Both live in the sea.
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song of spring seas
sexy starfish smilingly
samba specialties
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Who was granted his wish
A Happy Father's Day
I honor you and pray
Time to notice all you have done
To makes us as one
Life has been enjoyed
Filled my heart with so much joy
We still got silly you and me
Built such precious memories
Clearly sent from above
Has always been our love
Love you Daddy
You are my harvest tree that is kept within me
Watch as I have grown
Through every lesson you have shown
Proud to call you Dad
For you are the best I could of had
A little red starfish was just as cute as he could be.
lived on the bottom of the deepest part of the sea,
but he was very unhappy in his dark watery home.
He wanted to be a cowboy; his name was Jerome.
He found some seaweed and with it he made a rope
that he needed to catch a seahorse. It was his only hope,
but seahorses swim very fast and Jerome was slow
so he found one sleeping when the tide was very low.
He rode on his horse's back for most of the day,
acting like a real cowboy. It was so much fun to play.
When he got home, he told his Mom about the ride
and she laughed at his story with her eyes open wide.
His Mom said that was neat, and it was time to eat.
She gave him a shrimp then Jerome had a special treat.
When he told his baby brother that he had a horse
Little brother wanted one, and Jerome said, "Of course!"
Two little cowboys rode their horses from shore to shore
across giant waves and sandy bottom of the sea floor.
It was the game they never ever got tired of playing
so Jerome decided in the sea he would be staying.
March 14, 2021
Nursery Rhyme 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper
'Starfish!' said I, 'thing of a moray eel.'
Be it black ocean space;
Or in the breathing coral seas;
Back into my memories squiding;
To warn me about the sea turtle;
The cetacean coral reef crabbing;
Sharks and piranhas kidnapping;
I heard a tentacled, seagoing inking;
I wrote a story with the octopus pen;
I was a harbour porpoise and you a tuna sandwich;
The brokered bottlenose whale blossoming;
The sphinx moth singeing;
Only this and a sturgeon;
In there stepped a shovel nose 'whale shark';
In there stepped a 'lake trout.';
Dolphins lookout;
To warn me about the bluefin;
The foul flatfish forging;
All my soul within me gorging;
In there stepped a coral sea cucumber;
I have dreamed of the spadefish;
An echo murmured back the word, 'channel catfish!';
The brook trout smiled;
I felt compelled to sniff the squid;
Smells like fish;
It was squish;
Take thy bluegill from out my heart;
Embrace the wish;
Starfish
6/20/20
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
slow stranded starfish
taunted by receding tide
dreaded sun arrives
Exploring a new part of the sea
Starfish did not feel free
Observing different type of fish
Thinking what the F. is this
“In this big open sea
None of the fish live free.”
She swim , she swam
Realizing it is all a scam
Fish so grey and fake
“Am I the only one who is awake”
Meanwhile deep under the sea
Jellyfish was sipping her tea
Pondering her wish
Hoping to meet a free fish
She swam alone
Exploring the unknown
Two fish wandering the ocean
Following their own motion
The flow of the stream
Is about to create a dream
Starfish and Jellyfish collide
They have nothing to hide
Colors and shades so true
Only thing they could do
Is say…….
I love you
starfish sacrifice
sitting at the waters edge
softly drying up
Keep making progress
Learn from your losses
Embrace new challenges you'll face
You will always have options
God gave you two legs
So you would'nt be stuck like a starfish
"A STARFISH ON DRY LAND"
she’s filled in the empty
space of my bed.
she’s just given me all of
her pain as she rests her
head on my chest.
she’s here.
her hair is curled and full
of the love she thought was
gone.
in a few minutes, I’ll kiss
her goodnight and we’ll be
one again.
typewriters last and the
owls fly tonight.
I hear the silence of our
youth weeping in the chains
that have been broken.
what took you two so long?
our lips touch.
our hands meet.
our eyes close.
goodnight, my dear,
goodnight.
By: Chicano Eddie
The starfish that litter the seabed
are the stars that fell
from abandoned Christmas trees;
are the leftovers
of shooting stars that missed;
are stars that have blown off the pages
of homework teachers praised.
On the ocean, when you look up,
you can see the stars blink,
if it is dark enough.
When you peer down, you can see
the sea-stars wink,
if you stare hard enough
to draw their attention.
He stared at the starfish flooded at the shore,
wondering whether they really wanted to
drift away from the beautiful ocean depths.
"There's so much beauty to celebrate,"
he thought to himself.
He picked each starfish he could manage,
and threw it into the ocean,
as the ocean currents brought more.
Sometimes he wonders whether his town
got tired of him like the ocean to the starfish,
belching him out from the land of grazing
to the land the sun never sets.
Sometimes he goes back,
but something tells him that his old town
isn't yet ready for him again....
Never ever ask a starfish for directions
They're at the centre of five intersections
Confusion reigns
But they're not to blame
Their Moms and Pops invented genuflexion
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