A surprise silent kiss is to be cherished. – by poet.,
It was evidently inescapable.
Certainly I did not expect it at the time.
The railway station was over crowded
I was patiently waiting for my sister to arrive.
She was supposed to wear a purple dress.
So when I saw the dress I assumed
My sister had finally arrived. I hurried
And gave her one big hug and a silent kiss.
Where upon the stranger turned and uttered a yell.
She was not my sister and I had grabbed someone else.
For a moment no one dared to breathe or move.
I looked at her beautiful face, finely chiseled,
"Well, well, well," she said. "You owe me big, a dinner tonight."
I smiled. We agreed on an Italian diner.
We ordered oysters, followed by a grilled swordfish.
And a tiramisu, laced with a famous Barolo.
It was incredible how we became so fine friends.
We agreed on meeting again. As we came to part
I took her in my arms and it was a long silent kiss.
Placed 1
Athene has deceived me
She’s made me wait
in the soothing springs
The swordfish with fins
pierced my throat
The blood choked me
I fell In the dust
My clothes cluttered
about me
And darkness covered
my eyes
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Circular and square. And a little glimmer
Of peace -
Or agony.
Cool beneath the waters. A small touch
Of green -
Or sunny coral.
Clanking in mine ears -
But beauty in these eyes -
Through cornea and through
…Retina.
A painfully perfect tube is drilled - the long days
Pierced as if a sharp stare of a swordfish
Glare.
And a breath-taking fibre passes through the
Scar…and the blood covered by a glistening
Price sign.
Vibrant swordfish and
Tension that swells with time,
A cup full of ice.
Scientists describe it as an event
In the hot paradise of Key West
Condos festivals hotels
Dancing feet under bells of lights
I’ve sung Margaritaville there
Myself
Beneath the docks
Pan fish spin in the new green pea sea
Mad somersaults
Alone
To their own kind of tambourine
Bring out your Dead
Bring out your Dead
14-foot Swordfish swish their tails
Beach themselves by the dawn of rails
Swim in the sandpaper sun’s preferable agony
A woman stands by cries and mutters
“I’m so sorry”
Reaches for his folded-over fin
Comfort to the roadside beggar
Sting Ray does the butterfly
Chops atop the ocean’s surface
Charges something unseen beating its wings
Battering the space where waves dot the sky
As if it were an archangel screaming
Stop it! Stop It!
To the Great False Prophet Anthropomorphism
Animals and plants are as human
As we
Without fingers and hands to see
All creatures speak from a conscience
Possess morals
If we’d listen from beyond our own shortcomings
And denial
The Key West fish are calling us
In plain language
Help us help us
We’re boiling to death.
I have unfurled my brolly
Turned it top to tail
Launched it on the ocean
And I’m going for a sail
Across the mystic oceans
Across the rolling sea
Sailing for Japanland
My faithful brolly and me
And I shall wave to any dolphin
Blow a kiss to any whale
As I weave my way landwards
On my mystic sail
Flying fish escort me
Leaping in and out
Rising from the water
Darting herethere and about
For they’ve never seen a brolly
As Ocean going as mine
Swordfish salute me
In a pristine line
Great Albatross do guide me
Gliding serenely overhead
Mother Carey’s Children
Take night watch in their stead
Sailing for Japanland
To drink a Geisha tea
On our greatest voyage
Granny Barker’s brolly and me
I have unfurled my brolly
Turned it top to tail
Launched it on the ocean
And I’m going for a sail
Solomon’s secretive solemn sassy sensuous servants and songbirds
Solicited serious Somalian solutions simultaneously with South African,
Southeast Asian, South Dakota, and South America. Squiffy, squirmy
Spiny specialized swordfish sent spiraling soon soared with sticky,
Silly starfish wearing stiletto heels. Surfboarders supposedly stepped
Over stormy streams to strip submarginal substances from slippery surfaces.
Sadly some suspected subterfuge.
Silver shone in your eyes
As you handed me over
To the darkness I once ran from
The shadows of loneliness
The gold, the silver, the bronze
In our possession but I fell over
Into the blackness of dark waters.
The waves of security swarmed over me
I looked at your face through the waters
Expecting my Superman
But you turned the boat
And rowed away into space
The swordfish pierced through my heart
The Octopus stung with its venom
The Croc tore me from limb to limb
Leaving a portion of me dinner for Sharks
The gold, the silver and the bronze
Your utmost priority
Not a tear was shed or muscle moved
As I vanished into the air of nothingness
The Devil found me
And taught me his ways
To be unreceptive to the pains of love
And the gift of a frozen heart
I awaken in my room at dawn
I get off the bed to peer into the mirror
I see a new person
Nobody.
I am walking on the beach
When I hear a little screech
When I see the jellyfish in the reef
I am in disbelief
I look through the deep blue sea
And suddenly I feel free
Looking at the coral
I see two swordfish in quarrel
I look at the peaceful ocean
It is now a commotion
The water is calling me where I stand
Surrounded by the soft sand
I took a dive in the deep blue sea
And so many creatures swam past me
The sea is where I long to be.
Trumpeting cauliflowers never blow eggs backwards onto a postal stamp. So never kick a cabbage to a kerb. Oh watch now. All drive safely. Harmonics in a queue are indestructible and indescribable too. Oh counting. Fun fun fun but not for an atom. They prefer to whizz around a jug. Or a used dish. Or a mop bucket. Take no acetic crow to a crown party. For feathers fly as the dresses are announced and who wishes to swim in thick tar or oil anyway. No a pointing stick says. That is quite right. And rights are righteous and righteousness is a right-angled visionary visualising rhombic robot. Dare to argue with GHQ? Or something that is said that is not paths? Tread light. Upon the grounds of carpets. Carpets carry carnivorous carnage. And a douchebag in a suit is neither a swimming whale nor a wallaby. Ok then. Good. Fantastic news for all who attend the operatic antics of the wardrobe sheaths.hahaha pickled melon meeting pickled lime. Hahaha leotard lion leapt. Hahaha swordfish sampling sailing seas. Xxxx Constantinople z. That was the p y q reporting in the afternoon from the aerial perspective of the debate about that apple pie. Z
Igniter the Diver
Once upon a time, in a time next to mine,
A writer named Igniter decided to become a diver.
All he knew was writing, but no one cared about that,
not even his admirers. For they didn't know how to read, you see,
so the light in his passion for writing subsided abundantly.
And it died as quiet as the flame of a small candles fire, sorrowfully.
But diving wasn't hard,
although the swordfish promised to be unarmed.
And the loud hiss of conversing dolphins could not be
missed however hard one tried.
So soon he got the hang of it,
and soon he became of it,
The oceans King Poseidon.
And all the living, swimming, shimmering fish
that were inhabitants, gave Igniter the tang he lost
when he was just a dumb writer on fire.
That old dream was shattered when he climbed the social ladder,
for a more valued title, in a tide more powerful.
And isn't that all that matters?
Swordfish, in San Francisco, is excellent.
For authentic West Coast flavor, come visit
the Broadway Oyster Bar in St. Louis.
Be sure to ask for the craw-fish appetizer.
If you visit San Diego, you may enjoy
fresh salmon, seared over alder logs.
Should you wish to order Mahi-mahi,
the place to dine is downtown Philadelphia.
Esmeralda nestles against the Pacific Ocean.
Every third building on the main drag
is a restaurant. At the CASA DEL PONIENTE,
order any fish delicacy your heart desires.
Marylanders insist that only in Maryland
can you find authentic crab cakes;
travel south to Texas, you'll find
that premise hotly contested.
Head for Maine if you're craving lobster,
to Seattle or Portland to find great chowder,
or hop on down to Tampa for coconut shrimp,
and Forest Gump's on the Wharf isn't shabby.
But if you want to find the best catfish
in the US, try Walnut Ridge, Arkansas,
at a quaint little place where they serve
pickled green tomatoes on the side.
We spend our time sheltered, shaded by the Elm
And too many of us let our lives pass us by
With a ruthless rogue ruling the dreamboat helm
Sparkling ship sailing across the summer sky
We're like a swordfish swimming against the tide
Should we turn against our dreams? This I can not abide
Sharks nipping at our fragile fins, fatigue will overwhelm
We harbor our feelings when we should let them fly
Imagine ourselves in an eternal oasis, our heart's realm
For to live would be the real adventure, not to die
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RIP Robin Williams, Nanu Nanu
Sexy Sardine:
Dishy
Fishy
Charming Swordfish
Darlin'
Marlin
Alaskan poacher gets mauled by a:
Polar's
Molars
After sex, bears often share a:
Yogi
Stogie
Snake Charmer:
Viper
Piper
Sheep Predator:
Mutton
Glutton
Spending three full days and two nights at sea
Is surely the best vacation for me
Conch chowder dinner the night before
At dawn adieu to the Key West shore
Round-trip journey to Dry Tortugas
Swordfish are known to put up a fuss
It could take four hours just to reel in
Set the reel on drag and watch it spin
Some folks say it’s the thrill of the catch
There’s so much fun in the sparring match
A battle between woman and fish
Three-hundred-pound prey, no better dish
The best reward comes at dinnertime
Succulent fare in sauce made of lime
Some can’t relate and I understand
But fresh-caught fish is better than canned
From the Gulf Stream straight to the table
This adventure requires no fable
Working out with weights ‘fore I embark
Knowing swordfish are no easy mark
Snorkeling too at Tortuga reef
Expectations are beyond belief
My idea of a perfect vacation is slated for May 30 to June 1. Entry for Carol
Brown’s “It’s Time for a Vacation” contest.
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