2025.3.15
Today, I visited Sorrento back Beach.
Swam only for five minutes.
Both the swell and the current
Were too high and too strong for me.
Fortunately, the Lifeguard Mason,
Assisted me to get down to the ocean,
Where the waves were less violent.
I held onto his yellow rescue board,
Under my armbit, as he instructed.
When the perfect moment arrived,
Mason asked me to flow and then to dive,
I managed to swim butterfly style.
Mason curious raised a question
If I could do other swim fashion
He was quite amaze when I said
I could do all the swim techniques.
I had a fantastic time today
First time swam in such big waves
With the assistance by the Lifeguard Mason
From the Sorrento Surf Life Saving Club.
I sincerely thank Mason and his Life guard team.
I felt privileged and being blessed to have
Such a wonderful day trip to swimming.
I wished my friend was here with me,
To capture on video or photos
All the fun and new swimming experience.
there was a young man from Connaught
who never once had a deep thought
who fell into a well
said, man this is swell
I am in way over my head
A drink of ocean water champagne
blossoms out going pleasure
evoke swells of glorious dances
releasing island songs in the air alive
Hey Tom, you look well cared for and well fed,
Sure you longed to sleep in your own bed,
You must've had pain, hope they spoiled you,
More medication, preferred a whiskey or two,
Which nurse did you like best, which one a dread.
Stan's plan might be to kiss and tell
To raunchy stories find and sell,
She not the type, who judged things well,
When lips failed a secret its cell...
And she's got to protect her shell:
Not the end if privacy spell,
Lust not listen to its hit bell,
Rid of her Passion's thick smell.
"How sweet is a comforting hell?
I wont again in East-Street dwell.
An ignited love burst and fell.
Spice had seen Stan begin to swell
In his hands for drumming a snell;
And what's that, if not death knell?
Should'nt they die who'd kissed and told,
The subject matter; Spice too cold?
On this wait not for Prophet Joel
Nor for Augury rated Jewel:
Offensive language Sufficient Fuel
For what ignites Murderous Duel…
One I’d watched sparked off by Noel
To his shame like unpleasant gruel;
Keep words picturing like served gruel
For The Jailed by A Jailer cruel:
“I hate you: Satan’s Emmanuel”
“As much I you: the Devils Noel.”
Soon, the two on secrets start to dwell
And the pent-up anger starts to swell,
Ripe and waiting hard punches and kicks,
Noel involving stones, Emmanuel sticks.
Unless you are the very 1st human
being on earth
To have discovered the ability or
have been gifted the means
Of possessing eye's in the back
of your head
Then here a few words that may be
of use to you
Please do not be surprised if you miss
what is right in front of you starring
you square right back at you in your face
Due to the fact and because you
chose to turn your back
And in regards when it comes to
eyes I fear they are operating just
fine
What you may just well be suffering
from is tunnel vision due to your capacity
to listen
Maybe if you are really still that worried
To be on the safe side how's about
You go and get your ears and hearing
checked out
stand at the window
watch for approaching events.
the surge of winter
Written: October 15, 2022
Zhann spoiled his debut, by changing into
A Zhiberain thong mist, he caused Blip Dynomo
to be off centered and then Darksied and
and Lex Luther gained advantage and now
are in control of Reton Twenty One.
"I had him Superman": "I had that Organic freak
Until Green Lantern stopped m!". "All those ooh's
and ah's that trick was mine!"
'Dense Dragon and Lumbee Lance both can tell
Ya, Superman I had him!"
Superman looked to the ground and sighed; "ain't no
Sunshine when she's gone ,and Jan and Black Manta gotta thang GOING ON"!
He was listening to "feels like another one".
If swallows scissor scarlet skies
and gather summer on their wings;
then seasons shift to autumn tones
as gnats retune the evening's song.
If apples swell with ozzing juice
that slowly drips on wooden floors
then purpled fruit release their stench
in time that slowly stretches hours.
If stubbled fields are stacked and stooked
with hay in gilded packs that sway
then harvest yields beneath the moon
reflecting fallen bronzen leaves.
A sharpened odour fills the air
as bonfires smoulder vacant lands
A desolate shore reaches,
its gritty scree taunts
a green and tumbling sea.
Breakers slap an
umpteenth juncture.
Kelp sea pods dilate,
foam swirls in the shingle,
barren wombs drink.
Krill churns out
of a sandy dross.
Waves carry their children away.
Starlight stirs my coffee
the moon a soft croissant
hangs upon a painted sky
lilac or saffron my essence
new tidal ebb in accession
impassioned lyrical swells
rise as the sun falls we gaze
in a haze of dusty rhymes
biscuits await upon a doily
spiced rum waits for no one.
life swells to be then contracts to be more ~ signed swell to be
4/25/2021
Paradox of Life Poetry Contest
Sponsored by JCB Brul
This Christmas, hubby’s waistline has expanded quite a bit
So much so that all his clothes simply do not fit
I took him to the tailor, who looked a little prim
I pointed at my man and said I want a suit for him
He looked him up and down and when he spoke his tone was grim
‘Might I suggest a red one, with a nice white furry trim.’
We are now seeing the ill managed swell, the reality of our pompous arrogant form of life.
Clouds bring rain but they don’t bring hell. But a hell resides in the air tonight.
Underestimated because we think we took control! But please remember that nature itself can take control of all forms of life.
Covid dose not care about the arguments we try to sell about the future of human life.
Covid’s out there behind the door waiting, just waiting for us to turn a blind eye.
Covid should scare you more now than before. How many more thousands does it take to realise?
A second wave could hit before a vaccine is found to protect our form of life.
A second wave could see mutations that weren’t there before, mutations nature has controlled to seriously threaten our way of life.
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