a little fish
washed up on shore
I checked its gills
it breathed no more
and then a wave
came rushing in
swept up the fish
by its tail fin
back out to sea
spun round and round
the poor dead fish
at last it drowned
it seems to me
I am that fish
the sea never grants
one last wish
Categories:
tail fin, desire, fish, god, sea,
Form: Rhyme
Fuse
Milly the mortar bomb went bang! Her little bits of shrapnel sought out flesh. Her blast wave wanted to crush. Her tail fin stuck in an Argentinean's head. Milly's owner, Private Gonk, British Army, reloaded and fired again. He enjoyed his job.
It's all about touching hearts with the thermonuclear flash, improving lives with the terrific blast wave, making shoes to run like Santa Claus, loving art so you make better bombs and believing in targeting people.
The General stole a sack of grenades to show his kids. He planned a surprise party with a blast. The fun would be explosive and egg shaped. Bits of metal were the gift. Death the prize. The General smiled to himself. He was ready to kill.
Picnic by Jimmy Boom Semtex
Categories:
tail fin, anger, conflict, military, war,
Form: Verse
Hark!
What do I see?
A mermaid comes to me
Moonlight reflects the sheen
On her lucent tail fin
Olokun
Goddess of the sea
Bringing peace and tranquillity
With white robes of purity
Categories:
tail fin, dedication, faith, inspirational
Form: I do not know?