I placed a fish into a tank.
Would it float or would it sank?
A fish has its own volition -
each one on a separate mission.
Some will to the bottom, drop.
Others will rise up to the top.
tetras in the tank
cat watches them intently
glass wall between them
"Shark Tank Thinking"
MEAT
an anagram for
TEAM
let's all
be players
in the big game
hunt
Mr Drain Pipe and Mr Water Tank
Oh I really do hope Mr Drain Pipe and
Mr Water Tank can
reach a
common decision about:
the best garden design (backyard at
this stage), the right shape and colour of
path bricks, the most suitable
hedges, the easiest grass to
maintain.
Her skill sets though narrow,
are tried and tested,
she has the tools to navigate around
our reality without going belly-up.
Occasionally, we swim together
through the same plastic castles,
both observing
a suitably awkward silence,
for we both understand
that God has long stopped speaking
through the mouths
of those who are supposed to clean
our tank.
The murk now distorts and divides.
Scales fall from our eyes,
yet we dare not speak in bubbles
anymore.
However, the great and unknowable,
still guides us,
though we often wish
we could decipher the meaning of:
"A fish rots from the head down."
If person has a right to own armour tanks and barracks
and nuclear bombs in this country of ours
I offer my own to my country or convert it
to something or is here somehow about ready for a
suggestions?.
Why not learn the lesson that as the world is something
needs a skill sets per se to keep tight with it
than hither to coolness of ours and even sometimes
too coolness of ours?.
T twined by destined stars
W we link through same cosmic
thoughts
I into aligned waves...
N nurturing ordained vows,yet
S soulmates' fate, never we'll meet .
bright eyes swinging tail
spirit inside as a whale
all the feels gray gills
Jim went out looking for his fat wife.
Driving around he got into strife.
Finally poor Jim, he found her.
Not enough gas to go round her.
Jim ran over the love of his life.
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Contest Name: Funny, Bawdy or Humorous Limerick
23rd May 2023
T:ime is a dreadful thing,
I:t hurts without mercy,but also heals,
M:imicry it plays,
E:ndless it is,
T:ime,
A: tank of scenarios,
N:estled in a cocoon of mystery,
K:leptomaniac it is,but also gives.
Cascade of colors swirls in a fishy maze,
a tank of topicals swim the watery haze;
as a plastic diver opens his treasure,
what's inside is strictly his pleasure.
Tetra's dream of tasty bites
Swordtails dine to their delight;
albino Catfish sweeps the gravel,
as bright corals do bedazzle.
As bright guppies wiggle, wriggle
and Goldfish's fins flow in a jiggle;
a black Molly races by the snails,
as a tiny crab scurries up the ship's sail.
It's a color-wonderland behind the glass;
flowing in and out of the guppy grass.
your life wasn't easy
I was nine that morning
your battered face
you said you ran into
a clothesline pole
but it was a tank
the same one I ran into
when you took us away
I should have been
angry at him, not you
you gave your children a life
sacrificed everything
yet I never
not even now
fully realized
what a strong, courageous
and loving woman
my mom....
I'm trying
I hold onto the memory
of that time a bad call
at the very last second
cost me
a fiercly contested
wrestling match
you knew
it was more
than that disappointment
grinding me down
sitting there on my bed
despondent
on the cliff's edge
staring down into a sea of
disillusionment
you came
sat beside me
and told me you understood
how discouraged I was
but that when you watched me
you saw a man fighting a battle
and it made you proud
and it made me cry
god it made me cry
He is more than idle,
Idleness his Idol;
A sloth without bridle,
Along sidewalks sidle …
Now begun to languish
And had been in Anguish;
You can guess: Empty Tank!
His heart this morning sank;
Why won’t it in basement
For a rump on pavement?
A human to demote
Or send to camps remote;
One I would never quote
Nor in election vote.
A tank rat is a throwback to
Another place and time,
For somehow all that armor grew
Amidst primordial slime,
And now protects them in their crime.
At night, they sneak into my yard,
Tear up the flower bed.
My wife has pressed me very hard;
The thought alone fills me with dread,
For she wants me to shoot those suckers dead!
I cannot bring myself to this
And so I bought a trap.
Though I will not impart a kiss
Or hold them in my lap,
I let them go because it seems I am a tank rat sap!
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Seventh Place Winner
for "Quintain (English)" Poetry Contest, 2/4/22)
sponsored by Emile Pinet
I found in myself substructures of understanding and they see more than my eyes, they predict a future under the shade of trees in the huge patio behind the house, the light coming from the sunny roof of the world, gills of few fish quivering in the pond of tiles, chairs and sitting on them the dead of my life that talk and disappear replaced by the dead that we will be, the fish bubble up confidences about everyone, the wall is uneven because the roots of the plane trees have lifted part of the ground, I feel ecumenical this moment but my hands burned making the coffee, you in the dream help me politely with damp cloths, transparently cross the empty rooms of the rest of humanity swept by the moving air, the dust circulates through the children who mature, I see very well through the periscope of this oneiric nautilus, I see that the coast is being bombed, the fragments of the offices are paper sentences and each one of them condemns us, days that will still come, because March never comes for a February so expanded by the memories.
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