The tide weaves and wends
its' way among the pier posts
where I will dig for tiny
shark's teeth and whelks in the sand;
I love making genuine oceanside jewelry.
Categories:
whelks, appreciation, nature, ocean, poems,
Form: Free verse
I need magic and sparks
Flashes of light
Once the thunder starts
I need lightening strikes
The very, cherry on top
Is portraying the crown
The last kernels popped
Are a jewel to be found
I need whelks and bonnets
Lining my beaches
Effortless sonnets
That leave me speechless
That pop of vibrance
And contrast punch
That one last chance
It’s time to crunch
That final detail
To catch my eye
High tagged retail
Will satisfy
Waves in my ocean
Crushed ice in tea
Repetitive motion
That’s what I need
Categories:
whelks, feelings,
Form: Rhyme
scavenger hunt
sandy summer beach
welcomes a scavenger hunt ~
hot sand samba dance
lacy edged scallops
rippled shells like wind kissed surf ~
trim tidal ball gowns
fallen stars – starfish
through clear waters see the sky ~
starlets seeking fame
building spiral rooms
nautilus remodel grows ~
under construction
precious sand dollars
bear reminders of the cross ~
hidden doves seek sky
from many seashores
loves sandy, sheltered, beaches ~
cockle shells sea hearts
grazing the seabeds
cerith night hunter in swirls ~
aquarius shell
many alias
periwinkle and magpie ~
whelks create red dye
lazy summer days
tidal froth splashes through surf ~
shells decorate beach
Categories:
whelks, ocean, summer,
Form: Haiku
One night an octopus said,
Those whelks should be in bed.
Said the herring to the plaice,
Would you please say grace.
"I say" said a passing whale,
"Is that kipper for sale."
There is somethingvery odd,
Repied a bewildered cod.
"Excuse me" asked the shark,
"Did you hear that dogfish bark".
The haddock with a smile serene,
Said the mermaid is our queen.
May I join you said the seal,
To the mackerel with some appeal.
Of course the snapper replied,
Yes,yes the mullet cried.
Categories:
whelks, nonsense,
Form: Rhyme
I remember the day I ate a whelk,
A day I'll not forget.
Like chewing on a leather belt,
I broke into a sweat.
Sticky bits and slimy stuff
Were clinging to my teeth.
Nearby was an empty sink,
Much to my relief.
Over I went, spat it out
And could scarce believe my eyes,
That gelatinous mess made me puke,
It's whelks that I despise.
Entry for My Blue Cheese is contest
Sponsored By Kevin Shaw
6/1/18. Placed 3rd.
Categories:
whelks, food, hate, humorous,
Form: Rhyme