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A Spiked Balloon

A Puffer fish was in a cross huff,
he had suddenly run out of puff.
‘How can I keep my system alive,
when danger to me, might well arrive‘.

He met up with an electric Eel,
who said, ‘I do know just how you feel,
t’was shocking, when I lost my power,
all I could do was hide and cower‘.

An Octopus with tentacles long,
said, ’now come on, tell me what is wrong’,
And after he’d heard the sorry tale,
he had a word with his friend the Whale.

‘We’ve decided it’s a rest you need,
your life’s been lived at tremendous speed.
you must slow down and take things easy,
you’ll most likely be feeling queasy‘.

‘Take a week off and find somewhere nice,
your puff will reappear in a trice.
you’ve blown yourself and you require rest,
listen to us, we know what is best‘.

So, for a whole seven lazy days,
the Puffer fish, not one fin did raise.
He recouped his strength, and very soon,
his body became a spiked balloon.

He thanked Octopus, who left propelled,
also Whale, who he thought had excelled.
And though not now scared to face his foes,
Eel follows close, wherever he goes.

JUST IN CASE.! ! ! !

poem by Ernestine Northover
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A Whale Of A Poem

Recently,
As stories go,
A tale was told,
About an old man,
And a fish,
He really wasn't a real fish!

He was a whale you know!
Anyways,
It seems that fish shallowed the man,
And inside the fish he did live,
Seven days and seven nights.

Oh what a fright,
That man did go through,
He inside of a fish,
Could have easily ended up his dish.

That story although a whopper,
I thought could not have been top,
Except in the second grade,
A student chimed in,
Oh great, now I know where my dad has been!

poem by Nadalia Bagratuni
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Pipe Song

Care is all stuff:--
Puff! Puff!
To puff is enough:--
Puff! Puff
More musky than snuff,
And warm is a puff:--
Puff! Puff
Here we sit mid our puffs,
Like old lords in their ruffs,
Snug as bears in their muffs:--
Puff! Puff
Then puff, puff, puff,
For care is all stuff,
Puffed off in a puff--
Puff! Puff!

poem by Herman Melville
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Last Of The Steam-powered Trains

Like the last of the good ol puffer trains,
Im the last of the blood and sweat brigade,
And I dont know where Im going, or why I came.
Im the last of the good old fashioned steam-powered trains.
Im the last of the good old renegades.
All my friends are all middle class and grey,
But I live in a museum, so Im okay.
Im the last of the good old fashioned steam-powered trains.
Like the last of the good ol choo-choo trains,
Huff and puff till I blow this world away,
And Im gonna keep on rollin till my dying day.
Im the last of the good old fashioned steam-powered trains.
Like the last of the good ol puffer trains,
Im the last of the soot and scum[? ] brigade,
And all this peaceful living is drivin me insane.
Im the last of the good old fashioned steam-powered trains.
Im the last of the good old fashioned steam-powered trains.

song performed by by Kinks
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Can't Sleep

I find myself yawning again and again,
But I can't sleep, which is a real pain.
I lie on my left side, then on my right,
But, for me, there is no sleep in sight.

Next, I turn and lie flat on my back,
But, of any sleep, there is still a lack.
I lie there, looking up at the ceiling:
Pretty drained, is how I am feeling.

I wish my system would just slow down,
But, through my mind, thoughts race round.
Feeling restless, I begin to huff and puff:
I know that, in the morning, I'll feel rough.

As a poet, my mind is still really busy rhyming,
But, when I'm trying to sleep, isn't great timing.
To try and get some sleep, I really endeavour,
But the night seems to go on forever and ever.

I am really willing my mind to take a rest,
But, night time is when my mind thinks best.
Over my sleeping patterns, I have no control:
On me, tomorrow, lack of sleep will take its toll.

As I snuggle myself down, under the covers,
My body wants one thing; my mind, another.
When lying in bed, I just want some peace:
I want all of this rhyming, for once, to cease.

poem by Angela Wybrow
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Octopus

Trip to heave and ho, up down, to and fro
You have no word
Trip, trip to a dream dragon
Hide your wings in a ghost tower
Sails cackling at every plate we break
Cracked by scattered needles
The little minute gong
Coughs and clears his throat
Madam you see before you stand
Hey ho, never be still
The old original favorite grand
Grasshoppers green herbarian band
And the tune they play is in us confide
So trip to heave and ho, up down, to and fro
You have no word
Please leave us here
Close our eyes to the octopus ride!
Isnt it good to be lost in the wood
Isnt it bad so quiet there, in the wood
Meant even less to me than I thought
With a honey plough of yellow prickly seeds
Clover honey pots and mystic shining feed...
Well, the madcap laughed at the man on the border
Hey ho, huff the talbot
Cheat he cried shouting kangaroo
Its true in their tree they cried
Please leave us here
Close our eyes to the octopus ride!
The madcap laughed at the man on the border
Hey ho, huff the talbot
The winds they blew and the leaves did wag
Theyll never put me in their bag
The seas will reach and always seep
So high you go, so low you creep
The wind it blows in tropical heat
The drones they throng on mossy seats
The squeaking door will always squeak
Two up, two down well never meet
So merrily trip forgo my side
Please leave us here
Close our eyes to the octopus ride!

song performed by by Pink Floyd
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Clowns & Jugglers

Trip to heave and ho, up down, to and fro
You have no word
Trip, trip to a dream dragon
Hide your wings in a ghost tower
Sails cackling at every plate we break
Was cracked by scattered needles
The little minute gong
Coughs and clears his throat
Madam you see before you stand
Hey ho, never be still
The old original favorite grand
Grasshoppers green herbarian band
And the tune they play is in us confide
So trip to heave and ho, up down, to and fro
You have no word
Please leave us here
Close our eyes to the octopus ride!
Isnt it good to be lost in the wood
Isnt it bad so quiet there, in the wood
Meant even less to me than I thought
With a honey plough of yellow prickly seeds
Clover honey pots and mystic shining feed...
The madcap laughed at the man on the border
Hey ho, huff the talbot
The winds they blew and the leaves did wag
Theyll never put me in their bag
The raging seas will always seep
So high you go, so low you creep
The wind it blows in tropical heat
The drones they throng on mossy seats
The squeaking door will always squeak
Two up, two down well never meet
Please leave us here
Close our eyes to the octopus ride!
Sit up, touching hips
To a madcap galloping chase
Cheat he cried shouting kangaroo
Its true in their tree they cried
Please leave us here
Close our eyes to the octopus ride!
The madcap laughed at the man on the border
Hey ho, huff the talbot

song performed by by Pink Floyd
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When a Fish Rides a Bicycle

When a fish rides a bicycle,
All women will be free.
Men will be colour blind,
When an octopus climbs a tree.
Everyone will be equal no one take a side,
And we'll get rid of hatred, prejudice and pride.
And when a whale walks on the sands,
Then justice will reign in all the lands.
But sadly till that happy day,
The world will go the same old way.

P |H Brookes 2012

poem by Paul Brookes
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Shadows Unknown Weep Wisdom’s Waters

it is easy to walk soft silent steps unseen
like a ghost within wield world
among a crowd pushing for attention
still shadows remain unseen

many puff themselves up with pride
trouble little puffer fish hide
by inflating themselves with illusions
delusions of self importance

rising on spout hot air with balloon egos
claiming what is not their place
their right work done by back bone souls
eventually deceitful heads do roll

pretenders fast fall from false claimed heights
hands soiled not from toil
in contrast well hidden wise are souls radiant
safe within common fold

behold cool purity of clear flowing crystal waters
water seeks its own level
water seeks not to elevate itself upon great heights
beware frozen peril cruel

water attains seasoned its own multiple forms
humanities prize pools of wisdom
water is life river sustaining thirst heart beats
drinking centuries velum stratum

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Fish Tale

Everytime he told the tale,
The fish would grow some more.
He would repeat it without fail,
Till he got to be a boor.

It started as a Blue gill,
At the end it was a whale.
No he could never get his fill,
Of telling his fish tale.

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poem by Juan Olivarez
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Whale Song

Can you hear the Whale Song resonating deep?
Can you hear that deep slow hum within your mind asleep?
Can you understand the Whale Song and feel its undulating tones
Vibrating through our bodies within our flesh and bone?
Why is it that the Whale Song entrances us in life
And let's us glimpse a real-ness that needs not ears nor even eyes?
Maybe it's that the Whale Song makes us feel part of this earth
In a way that seems to be obscured in the life that follows birth.

poem by David Keig
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Ogdenashical to amuse

I am a duck billed platypus
I very seldom make a fuss.
Though you will find if you tread on me
I can react most peevishly
Because you’ve made me furious.

Wallace Wart hog was not willing
unless he got the top billing.
Although he thought he was the best
he was much worse than all the rest
and never earned a single shilling.

Adalbert the alligator
had a sister but he ate her
Which was not the thing to do
but Adalbert had downed a few
He was chastised by his pater.

Anthony the armadillo
was a very funny fellow.
his only hobby telling jokes
which were not funny to most folks
and they rudely told him so

A donkey mated with a horse
accidentally of course.
The stallion was a love lorn fool
Mixing breeds made me a mule
To be an ass would be much worse.

Fish can swim and birds can fly.
Although I sometimes wonder.
Flying fish can leave the sea
take to the air quite easily.
Fish are not supposed to fly

Chimpanzees live in the trees
which they navigate with ease.
Searching for their favourite food
In a way no human could.
Sadly they can be very crude.

The killer whale is bound to fail
although he tries to no avail
but he continues stubbornly
he is convinced that one day he
will be a banjo playing whale.

poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Is it really like fishing?

They say there is many fish in the sea to choose from.
But have you ever gone fishing?
They say do not worry they are like fish you lose one then get a fresh one.
But have you actually gone fishing?
They say you can be picky when fishing your fish.
But have you been in the sea and fished?
They even say some actually smell like fish.
But have you really smelled a fish?
They say there is plenty of fish in the sea.
But have you actually gone and counted the fish in the sea?
They say once you catch that perfect fish, you are bound for a good life.
But have you caught that perfect fish they all speak of?
They say some fish can be beautiful.
But have you seen any beautiful fish?

How can one compare a fish?
They are not alike.
How can one say it is as easy as finding a fish?
It is not a simple task.
How can they say there are so many fish in the sea?
When there are so many fishers who have yet to catch.

Can you really compare life and love to a fish?
The answer is of course not.
You can’t.
Impossible.
Unreal.
Not imaginable.
Unbelievable.
Unrealistic.
A fairy tale.

poem by ReubenJames Rodriguez
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Mr.Puff

My dog Mr.Puff,
Mr. Puff has got the stuff,
He's white and fluffy,
And full of glee,
He's very cute and always happy,

Mr. Puff is a ladies man,
He's a ladies man with a plan,
He goes and sits on the street,
And all the ladies come at his feet,

Mr. Puff knows the game,
He has three females whos owner is the same,
He sleeps with the three every night,
And makes sure to keep them in his sight,

Mr. Puff is a dog many has dreamed of,
Mr. Puff is my dog and he knows he's loved.

poem by Shutter Queen
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4. Big fish

Where shimmering shoals of sardine play
By shipwreck on the seabed lay
Along comes shark some swim away
The rest get eaten if they stay

Within a porthole hanging out
An octopus I hear you shout
He’s hiding now what’s that about
Surprise attack without a doubt

A conger eel behind a rock
Fits like a glove or was it sock
Smaller fish come by to mock
But when he strikes they get a shock

Well large or small just be aware
The predators don’t mean to scare
They mean to eat you not play fair
So if you’re not a big fish do take care

poem by David Threadgold (2008)
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Some things that can happen with a fish

A fish that drinks like a fish, that is a fish in excess
A fish that fishes in troubled waters, that is a fish taking advantage of another fish in trouble
A fish that fishes or cuts bait, well, to be or not to be, to retreat or to attack, that is the fishy question
A fish that is neither fish nor fowl, is a fish that is neither one nor the other, lacking some convictions
A fish out of water, is a fish feeling left out, no longer in his accustomed environment

Do you have other fish to fry for now?

Is there other matter requiring my attention?

Poor fish,
the lake is finally fished out from his fishy mind.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Do you have other fish to fry for now?

Is there other matter requiring my attention?

Poor fish,
the lake is finally fished out from his fishy mind.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Lollipop And Balloon Are Free

a lollipop a day keeps
the balloon fly away
a child
play makes the whole day
happy, where in the table
a lollipop is free
balloon
makes it easy to
taste the sweet honey the
lollipop that puff
in
the day i got free, the
lollipop flew it away, i
ask why, should i fly
when i chew, the
lollipop in me
yah!
make the best that it
could be, everything will be
fine, take the balloon and
let the air flew it away
make
yourself busy, like
a child that puff like candy
and fly up, up in the sky
where every balloon is
free.....

poem by Antonio Liao
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The Octopus

Tell me, O Octopus, I begs
Is those things arms, or is they legs?
I marvel at thee, Octopus;
If I were thou, I'd call me Us.

poem by Ogden Nash
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Break Loose

I’m growing old disgracefully.
It is not eccentricity
but a decision I have made,
Though rules are meant to be obeyed
.
The time has come to be just me
and not the me you’d have me be.
Although perhaps you’ll fume and fuss
I do not give a tinkers cuss.

No keeping up appearances.
Seeking official clearances
to the things I want to do.
If you don’t like it you can sue.

No three piece suit and tie for me
I aim for comfort casually.
There’s no one who I need impress.
Removes the need to power dress.

What you see is what you get
I am quite real so don’t forget.
No man can say he is my boss
I cannot say I feel the loss.

Retired now completely free
to be the man I want to be..
I have no need to chase success
I never did I must confess.

I lived my life as I thought best.
I think I earned the right to rest.
I find that rest’s eluding me
and I have little time that’s free

It’s rather strange but now I find
I left the world of work behind.
I’m busier than I was before
I find that I am doing more.

More than I ever did at work
although I was not one to shirk.
Perhaps because I can refuse
to do the things of little use.

Which used to be required of me
by people in authority
of little use to anyone.
Not now those days are long gone

I’ve cast aside my public face.
The mask I used to keep in place.
So I can act disgracefully
and let whole world see it’s me.

So growing old disgracefully
Is much more fun than quietly
Just taking to my easy chair
and let the world forget I’m there.

There’s more to life than the TV
I want to live outrageously.
Its my intent to break the rules.
which rule the life of the poor fools.

Who think at sixty life is done.
Retirement is the time for fun.
I find I can enjoy each day
in doing things in my own way.

Take my advice and don’t think twice
retirement is very nice.
Cast off responsibility
grow old disgracefully like me.