Yet another vestige of love lost
whetted cheeks and swollen eyes
life's cruel moments wreak havoc
within the softness of one's heart.
A heart stops beating with malice
the breath gone in a rattle and hum
final whispers and the brain quivers
dormant pulse and a bluish pallor.
The tempest roars insatiably loud
a body can be lost, never to be found
great ships disintegrate upon granite
lives are left, penned on parchment.
The Reaper stares jubilant from rocks
as a grand lighthouse loses once more.
Clothing and splintered wood float by
as rubble and rabble left on the shore.
In a stormy gale, glows a freakish orb
slapped by the tail of a golden stingray
harbinger doomed in a soulless sky
tears in the torrent beget a dark night.
*this is by primary school me, AKA 9-11 yr old me?
The serene crystal clear water,
Watching, waiting,
Calm placid waves lap up against sandy shores,
Playful dolphins leaped up from tranquil water posing for the sun,
As light pierced through peaceful water,
Like a diamond worth millions,
The graceful mysterious stingray,
So beautiful but so deadly,
Camouflaged below the shallow water,
Moving so elegantly through the sea,
Like a butterfly,
Shading into the sand beneath the ocean,
The venomous tail of the stingray,
Raging fiercely onto its prey,
Poisoning its target,
Oblivious of what happens on the sea bed,
Lapis blue water turns blood red.
The beautiful stingray,
Hovered over the coral like a UFO gliding across a moonless night,
Filling its prey to the brim of fright,
As it swiftly drifted across the water.
To the tune of My Favorite Things by Rodgers and Hammerstein...
Pop-ups and wheelies and brodies and skids,
A hand-me-down junker to play with the big kids -
We'd play Red Baron, though I was a tyke -
Now I remember my favorite bikes.
While good transportation, it was, for me,
I wanted a Schwinn Stingray under the tree.
Candy apple-red - what kid wouldn't like!?
Now, I remember my favorite bikes.
Freedom and speed, and the feel of the wind -
My ten-speed became this boy's best friend,
No offense to Jeff, or Alan or Mike -
but I remember my favorite bikes.
When old age brings
Things I dislike
and I'm feeling sad,
I simply remember my favorite bikes,
and then I don't feel so bad.
“Lake Shore Drive”
by Positive Mark
I sat the sun on a roof while I re-tied my shoe, and told it to rest up right there.
I quickened my pace, with a mask on my face, just in case all the others might care.
The piers on the inlet hold envious midgets, fake preachers, and lovers of dope.
Societal beatings, anonymous meetings, and new comrades help restore hope.
I shoe shine and grin at the trouble I’m in, as I live my unmanageable life.
The gardens are fed with the faces of dead men who died by the gun or a knife.
The stingray approach, and they glide by in pairs, while the deep thinkers welcome new moons.
The young people sing of the madness life brings, while the old fiddles bellow new tunes.
A preacher just lost his handsome grandson to a substance that long held him for ransom.
I wonder if we’ll ever win.
I picked up the sun from the top of the roof, and started my running again.
I fell in an urn of magic potion.
About my locus, I had no notion.
I found myself on a wide, whirly sea.
My boat had holes. From fall, I couldn't flee.
From shores I seemed to have gone far away.
Sea snakes, cone snails, sea urchins, and stingray…
From these wild creatures, how could I escape?
Perplexed, could I nestle and merely gape?
I had spent my life seeking for meaning.
Towards salvation has been my leaning.
I am moving towards life in my sail.
I feel, in my adventure, I won't fail.
In diving the coast off Aruba,
He thought he would play his best tuba.
The fish thought it odd,
The stingray said “Todd,
That isn’t the way to do scuba.”
I dived into the cauldron of magic potion.
I found myself on a wavy, whirly ocean.
My little boat has holes. Anytime it could sink.
Water skins gone empty, I had no drop to drink.
Jellyfish, lionfish, sea urchins, and stingray
How could I from these cruel creatures stay away?
Hungry and thirsty, I find no lighthouse around.
From churches, why do I not hear any bell sound?
I had spent my life seeking to find its meaning.
Towards salvation has ever been my leaning.
I feel I am moving towards it in this sail.
I feel in my adventure I will never fail.
Maybe I’ll buy a red velvet cake from the store.
Buying things is a chore.
I had money somewhere in my jacket.
Coins making quite a racket.
But when I tried to unzip my pocket…
Water spilled out, out, out…
Then I died.
I drowned one day.
Barreling past a stingray.
The last thing I saw was a deep sea fish.
I sent him one last wish.
That in heaven, the sunlight would bleach my hair.
Underwater, there’s a lot to despair.
I was swimming on the beach.
I had just finished eating a peach.
The riptide moved toward me.
Taking me to the sea.
I bought a red velvet cake.
One day.
I had money.
I hadn’t died yet.
I had pulled out a 20 dollar bill.
They took it and gave me back change.
My cake was a treat.
I had change left over.
And two slices of cake.
Maybe I’ll buy a red velvet cake from the store.
I found out that heaven has stores too.
Millie’s hair grew six inches a day
Serious growth that did not stray
Did this make her feel happy or gay?
We do not know, for she did not say.
She tried new remedies every day.
Goo of fly and spit of ornery blue jay.
Other combos that sounded rather cray-cray
Ideas borrowed from a mushroom fey.
Would her hair slow down when it turned gray?
It might suggested a non-knowing stingray.
Millie spent most of her wages and her regular pay.
Trying to get her growing hair to grow the regular way.
find blue summer in the undulating
fans of the kelp forests’
kelly green
swirl aquamarine waters
lemon tangs and
silvery blue angelfish dart,
dive disappear in a cloud
of color near
fluffy white sand bottom
the jet black stingray floats
like a kite
ripples ruffles flips and fusses
stops abruptly to let the
sand grains settle over wings
burying all but two round pearly
black eyes
ever observant
en garde
sunny red and vivid yellow
clownfish mingle kiss and
swish within the caressing
tentacles of the purple sea
anemones their symbiosis
on display
lit by golden shafts of
sunlight stabbing thirty and
forty feet angled through
the feathery kelp limbs
amber seahorses buck and rock
with the ocean waves
and currents of deeper cooler
waters flowing like underwater
rivers through the warm
buoyant waters of the
colorful kelp
Corals in colors carefully
chosen by Poseidon for their
elements of smiles, giggles
and warm hardy laughter
sea cucumbers decorate
the sands surrounding
the bases of the
kelp as they reach stretching
up to 300 feet to the
tossed gyrus and
sulcus of the ocean
sea foam surface
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Kaisa parda kaisi bay pardagi,,
Sain Kuch farq na raha Baqi..
If I were a Mermaid
If I were a Mermaid my name would be Margo and I’d live in the deepest blue sea
I’d swim with the dolphins, make friends with the sharks and hope that they wouldn’t eat me
If I were a Mermaid my tail would be gold and my hair would be crimson red
I’d hold it in place with fishbones I found buried deep in the seabed
If I were a Mermaid I’d go to school in a cavern by the bay
My classmates would be clownfish and squid
The teacher a grumpy stingray
If I were a Mermaid I’d frolic and play with the creatures of the sea
The lobsters and shrimp the whales and the crabs
the eels and shy manatees
If I were a Mermaid I’d spend my days watching ships as they travel afar
I’d spend my nights on warm sandy beaches
Making wishes upon shooting stars
If I were a Mermaid I’d dream of pirates and the treasures that they sought
I’d dream of their ships with their tattered white sails and the battles that they fought
If I were a mermaid I would do all these things in my
Home beneath the sea
But I’m not really a mermaid so I’ll just be content
To be the one and only ME
God's Majestic and Wide
Breathe in an ocean so vast and so grand where seagulls and seashells sprinkle the sand.
So turquoise blue, majestic and wide, homes for God's creatures at high and low tide.
Like the Humpback Whale who sings a beautiful hymn or a baby sea turtle just learning to swim.
Like a stingray, a lobster, a shiny red cod, or friendly grey dolphins who live in a pod.
The Angel Fish, the Violet Snail, a Giant Squid, seaweed, and kale all need the oceans to breathe and survive, all need the oceans to stay alive.
Thank God for the oceans so vast and so grand, where seagulls and seashells sprinkle the sand.
So turquoise blue, majestic and wide, homes for God's creatures at high and low tide.
Those Impalas runs as shuttles car
Racing the mustangs through forest trees
Viroom, veroom, racing engines dust
Slowly vw beetles flutters fly far
Dart doubting datsons honey bees
Cobra shelby's viper dodge not trust
Racing metal objects within the breeze
Thunderbird hardly runs close flees,
Sunbeam tiger stripes running lights
Cougar mercury cliff jumps toward the stars
White Eagle kissel brights
We slowly drove he knew no haste
Skylark buick beauty runs in chaste
Naught this time chant I waste
Hurry, yon stingray sun bird taste
2/15/20
Lines to Awaken your Muse Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May |
Rhyme poetry form only.
Do bears torture animals? No.
Do wolves tear you apart before they kill you? No.
It is man who tears the wings off butterflies.
It is child who shoots cats with a Beretta?
Do alligators eat you alive? Maybe.
But do they torment you first and let you see
The other body parts they keep in their refrigerator first?
Do pumas eat your arms first?
No. They eat your head; putting you out of your misery fast.
Do elephants, rhinos, zebras, lions or tigers use an Uzi?
Do stingray, crocodiles, cobras or wolves use AK-47’s?
Do any of these dangerous animals mow down children in grade schools?
Do any of these dangerous animals ruin the Ozone layer so everyone will die faster?
Who is the dangerous animal?
Who is the cruelest?
It is a quandary is it not?
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