Dipping in the waters
Why have you become less outwardly vocal these days?
'You try maneuvering through a bunch of spineless jellyfish,
With stingers that quietly sting when commanded.
And enjoy calling themselves teamplayers,
To advance social agendas.'
Well...
I wondered why I hadn't seen you,
Dipping in the waters.
'I'm seeking to swim were I know it is less poisonous.'
Good luck.
Many areas have become contaminated,
With the training of sharks that smile before they bite.
Just to get the attention for doing it.
Regardless of who it is that gets bittened.
No loyalty from them does 'anyone' get.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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On This Beach...
Life is a beach.
There are jellyfish. And sea urchins…the painful bumps along the road that we all encounter in life. On this beach.
In life..and on a beach there is warm water-like times, when we are happy, and have good times and enjoy living. On this beach.
We also have times, like a beach, when we have cold water times; when we are sad, or upset about losing someone or something. On this beach.
There are rough times, the same way the sea has rough water that pounds angrily against the shore. On this beach.
Life, like the sea, has high and low times, or tides. There is low tide when you think u can no longer go on, that life has done too much damage to you. Then the tide comes back in…and you are reminded that life goes on. Life gets better. You cannot give up on life, like you can’t give up on a beach because of a rough day or low tides. On this beach.
Life has sharks. Maybe not the same sharks from a beach, but they are there. They are the people that thrive on your pain and tears and hardship, the same way a shark sustains itself through brutal killing of unaware seals who don’t know what is coming or how bad it is. The sharks are there. Waiting. For someone…for you…like an unsuspecting seal, to come along and unknowingly become trapped in their lies and hurt. On this beach.
Life…has good times. Wonderful times where the only thoughts you have are about how much life is worth living and how much you love life. It is like the clear, cool blue water on a beautiful day at the beach. On this beach.
Life has those amazing people….akin to the beachgoers on a sandy shore…just along for the ride…to enjoy the good…and pack up and leave when it rains or something goes wrong. But there are the surfers..the daredevils…going back into the fear and love of the sea….of life. They risk the sharks, and jellyfish, and rough water and low and high tides, not because they are invincible, but because they know about the good that is to be had in this world. On this beach.
Life is so comparable to a beach…most importantly in that it has sand like a beach. Billions upon billions of unique grains of sand, like the 7 billion different people in this world, on this beach.
poem by Dark Fallout
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When Youre Near Me I Have Difficulty
When youre near me I have difficulty respirating
When youre near me I have difficulty concentrating
When youre near me I have difficulty standing upright
When youre near me I have difficulty sleeping at night
I used to stand proud like a sphinx
In a noble immovable state
Then your heart nailed me under a jinx
Now Im feeling like a jellyfish
Just a spineless wobbly jellyfish
And its great, great, so great
I used to stand high like a pine
Just a piece of emotionless wood
When you put your body near mine
Now Im feeling like a jellyfish
And its good, good, so good
I used to be an iceman
Living in iceman town
So Im warning all you cool cool icemen
Youd better be prepared to be melted right down
Down
When youre near me I have difficulty
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One Shark
The friends on this island are cheerful to me,
Like a seaman I stay where I am - at the sea.
There are fellow fishermen who know me
Just as they know you as a proper joyous person.
The person in my heart is at sea, and his friendship
Is everlasting, the sea is so everlasting
That it waives at me with waves,
The sharks so much collide
That the sharks bite and the fish can see.
My friends are not here to help,
But barracuda sharks swim wonderfully,
Just to harm the young at heart.
poem by Naveed Akram
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To Then Leave
The seeking to get attention business,
Isn't all what it cracks up to be.
Those who seek no attention,
Are chased by those disbelieving,
No one wants to keep peace selfishly...
To be left alone.
And these might be the ones who first sought attention,
Initially.
Now...
Those who seek to get attention,
And with passion disguised by a lust...
Accompanied with deep breathing,
Could frighten someone seeking just to tease.
To then leave quietly...
To then go home to self satisfy.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Don't try to enter.
Don't try to enter the river, way up north Queensland,
Or you may get a shock, and won't be able to stand;
You may find a snappy enemy, chasing after you,
Mr Crocodile, will get there too quick, you he wants to chew.
Don't try enter the rivers in Africa, or you will be in shock,
Mrs hippopotamus, is waiting on you her teeth will lock;
She wants to protect her young, a daughter or sun,
So to protect your self have ready, a man with a gun.
Don't go enter the water, and don't put your Fingers in,
Where the piranhas are in the waters, your nerves will go thin;
They have teeth like wire cutters, and they won't be kept shut up,
They will chew thru metal easy, and nibble a porcelain cup.
Don't go in the waters at Gladstone, you may stand upon a stone,
If you get stung by a stonefish or sea wasp, you'll need a phone;
These are nasty creatures, have vinegar and metho, it's true,
A sting from these you'll need, get to hospital, quickly, is what to do.
So what to do to protect you, is wear proper gear on your feet,
And stay out of danger areas, these creatures you don't want to meet;
And keep right away from anyother creatures like snakes or a dingo,
They can out beat you, one bite from these, will make one sick too.
Don't go in the sea, near Perth, or at bondi, or you will see,
Nasty great big teeth, those white pointer sharks it'll be;
When the siren goes, get to the sand pretty fast, very quick,
They only need one bite, then they'll make you very sick.
poem by Margaret Haig
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Too Hot to Sleep
When the night is hot and sticky,
and you’re troubled by the heat,
just think about the penguins,
with no socks upon their feet.
And think about the cold waters
where they swim out to feed
trying to avoid the waiting sharks
with their insatiable greed.
Would you like the life of a penguin
instead of being cosy in your bed?
Or would you like to dodge the sharks
and be nice and cold instead?
poem by Orlando Belo
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Wrong on The Way
We find nothing wrong on the way
If that is chosen carefully to keep away
From all kind of ills and with good intent
There is nothing more or less to repent
We are not put to harassment in any way
We are not driven away or kept at bay
It is destined path and decided much in advance
You will have to cross it any time at once
It is made easier with lot of blessings
Nothing goes from your luck as missing
You are given your share at right moment
There is not much left to be asked for comment
It is inhaling object on the earth
No breath and it is declared death
You are alive so long there is some sign
You look good and feel very fine
We need little grace
For smiling always on the face
Rest all we have to struggle
To enjoy life and keep free from troubles
Enjoy quietly what has been offered
Take it as gift routinely conferred
Whatever you bear in mind or differ
If there is destiny to suffer then you certainly suffer
Regret only when it pinches
Cry only when heart it touches
Stay aloof when no purpose is seen
Show interest only when you are keen
Find the ocean to swim with
Prepare fully and armed with teeth
Think that it is one time life chance
It may come or not come if gone at once
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Popeye The Sailorman
First time, when dating with your lady love
before you embark onto a ship of LOVE
make sure, you can swim back alone to the shores,
If abandoned in a wreck, as your dreams are belied en-route
because, your voyage is full of risks
tossed high and low through hidden rocks
off the banks, dark and direction-less
day and night with she-sickness
sharks, whales and poisonous snakes
silently closeting the hull under the waves
you need to keep the lady
in good humour and enchanted
with a fatty purse, on a spending melee
to please her utmost, with all she wanted
in mid sea, she may demand
a bunch of flowers or a pair of new sandals
to test your abilities as a loving aspirant
she always thinks, there is a long queue
behind her, of wait-listed men
to take her hand in marriage
just as you see in a ‘popeye show'
keep your ‘spinach' ready to do
all the jingle-jangle you know.
poem by Santhana Louis
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Swim Baby Swim
Swim baby swim through the waters blue
It’s the first thing a human can do
Swim honey swim the beauty surface strokes
Swim the deepest bottom glow
Swim the exists of the drop
Swim the serpent river curves
Swim the stillness of the lake
Swim the murmurs of the springs
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Fortune Fish
Fortune fish from the sea,
Come and bring good luck to me.
I need some luck brought my way,
Swim through the currents to me today.
Fish of fate and destiny,
I ask you to hear my plea.
Fortune fish from the sea,
Come and bring good luck to me.
Fish of kismet please swim near,
I wish for positive karma here.
Fortune fish from the sea,
Come and bring good luck to me.
poem by Eileen Hardy
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Shoulder
pains on his shoulder
creepy
like snakes looking for
the big bite
poisonous
lethal bite for the night
dead ma
a white man does not understand
what is it
deadma
no one's dead here
it simply means
the unmindfulness of the surrounding pain
or the itch
and the scratch
the fingernails have reasons
not to scratch anymore
too disturbing
too important to be give the attention
leave them do whatever they want
and just like anything else
they too leave
when not a pinch of attention is given
or the pain becomes a part of routine
like a the chase of the blinking signs of traffic on the road
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Fear
They all ask me to jump
to invigorate and to play soccer,
to run, to swim and to fly.
Very well.
They all advise me rest,
they all send me to the doctor,
looking at me a certain way.
What happens?
They all advise me to travel,
to come and to leave, to stay,
to die and not to die.
It does not matter.
They all see the difficulties
of my surprised bowels
by awful X-rayed portraits.
I do not agree.
They all sting my poetry
with relentless forks
seeking, without doubt, a fly,
I Am afraid.
I am afraid of everyone,
of the cold water, of the death.
I am like all the mortals,
unavoidable.
And for that, in these short days
I am not going to pay attention to them,
I am going to open myself up and shut myself in
with my more perfidious enemy,
Pablo Neruda.
poem by Pablo Neruda
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While Seeking Something More Impressive
They are the first to admit,
A seeking of creative ways to advance...
And exist in all areas,
That will justify their growth process.
But for whatever the reasons,
They have chosen to dismiss...
Those with the creative expertise,
To recommend with suggestions.
And instead look for scholars,
With book sense to limited mindsets...
To guide them in their quest,
To be the best that they can be!
And...
They still will never see,
The forest for the trees.
While seeking something more impressive.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Good Deal
There are certain hungry commercial sharks
always swimming around offering.
A real good deal on a quick financial dip.
Their commission is the modest
partaking of a quick meal deal.
‘An arm and a leg’ for the taking.
The crunch is the arm and the leg
up for offering is still attached.
To your body you bloody fool.
When a shark pursues the menu
you can bet your top dollar.
He wants a good sized bite
out of a meatmarket body corporate.
Sharks partake of sheep for supper.
And minnows are nothing more
than a quick bite before meal time.
The shark victory honour roll
written in letters of blood reads
DEDICATED TO THE MEMORY OF SHEEP FLEECED
BY ALL SHARKS WITH A DOUBLE FIN UP THEIR BACK.
IT IS THE NATURE OF THE BEAST.
Sharks have a way of cutting
even the marlin down to size.
This is a lesson
Earnest Hemmingway’s proverbial
The Old Man and the Sea.
Teaches the hard way.
Courage, endurance, tenacity and determination.
Applied through the course of a lifetime in old age.
Is no match for savage mature brutality.
When we find ourselves out of our depth.
Physical courage under pressure
must be moderated.
With consideration for conditions of engagement.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Empty Vessels
Maneuvering around empty vessels,
Poses a daily challenge...
For one who has commanded,
With an insight.
Daylight is the best time,
To advance an enhancement.
But protecting one's path...
Could result in sleepless nights.
A sinking of many,
Has occurred without clear vision.
No one appears...
To be steering at their helms.
Although voices can be heard,
Celebrating in the darkness.
A struggle ensues...
To find them unrecognizing the purpose of dawn.
Or the quality of the Sun,
Energizing with a refreshened arising...
To restore and renew!
As viewed on the horizon.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When Feelings Like These Are Felt
To be in the presence of adults,
Still in full possession of child like mentalities...
Gives me a chill.
The kind I know is noticed.
Listening to their depth or lack thereof,
Can be likened to a teacher taking a piece of chalk...
And scraping it across a blank blackboard.
Achieving a desired effect.
To gain attention...
From those prepared to be taught lessons.
Some who become 'startled' will awaken!
However...
Many who have skipped those classes,
To learn absolutely nothing...
Seem to be the ones seeking now to be heard.
With a comprehension that skims on the rim of shallowness.
And irritating anyone who has developed a patience.
A patience one can admit at times like this...
Seeks quietly to find an exit.
Before offensive comments begin to slip accidently,
Out from the mouth of one who is not seeking to be polite!
Or feels a need to accomodate others,
With a show of good social skills.
When feelings like these are felt,
It is time to cordially leave!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In social matters, pointless conventions are not merely the bee sting of etiquette, but the snake bite of moral order.
quote by Florence King
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Fishing
I went fishing, for you
Well more net dipping
Not wanting to upset the balance of nature
I clumsily caught you, fishing.....
Gently I placed you in my ice cream tub
I fed you with images, words and honesty
You ate eagerly, it appeared to please
I studied what I could see and tried to learn it by heart
I put the tub in the water
As I had been taught at home
So you could swim away freely and unharmed
I watched you swim
but by surprise, you swam back
And whilst I smiled the deepest your wish to return
I did not want to tame you all the same
You are not mine to keep
You belong in wider waters
But my ice-cream tub sits below the surface
Dear friend, if you are curious, swim by when ever
I may just, by coincidence walk past and peer in.
poem by Stevie Taite
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Unrequited
Parachuting
down through clouds
shaped like whales & sharks,
dolphins & penguins,
pelicans & gulls,
we reach
the purple hills
of a green-hearted island
ringed
with volcanic rock
bathed
by cobalt waters
reefed
by whitest coral
tenanted
by sea urchins & sponge
& visited
by barracuda
& tourists.
The dictator
of this island
is the sun.
The Secret Police
is the sweet
fragrance of cane.
Frangipani grows
in the uplands;
the salt flats
reek
by the sea.
I want to buy it,
to hide here,
to stay,
to teach all the people
to write,
to orchestrate the stars
in the palm trees
& teach the jellyfish
not to bite.
Oh dark volcanic
wine!
Oh collapsed parachute
filled with kisses!
Oh blue-bottle bits
ground
into jewels
by the sand!
Whoever loves islands
must love the sea,
& the sea
loves no one
but herself.
poem by Erica Jong
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If Hadn't Got You
If I hadn't got you
If I hadn't got you
Whose friend would I be
If I lied all the time
If you never trusted my word
The love that we make
when feelings run high
Is all that makes sense in the world
And I can never go back, oh no
For a moment of sweet solitude
If I ever go back
I'd be looking for you
If I hadn't got you
Whose friend wouId I be
If I hadn't got you
I would die in solitary
If I hadn't got you
God only knows what I'd do
God only knows
Who's friend would I be if
I can't take a joke
If I can't pull a smile from a tear
The love that I feel
whenever you're close
Makes yesterday's hurt disappear
And I can never go back, oh no
For a moment of sweet solitude
With my head in my hands
I've been waiting for you
If I hadn't got you
Whose friend would I be
If I hadn't got you
I would die in solitary
If I hadn't got you
Whose air would I breathe
If I hadn't got you
God only knows what I'd do
God only knows
So don't turn away
Never go back
Hold onto love
Cos love is all we have
Maybe you'll be lost in this world
Without me
If I hadn't got you
Whose friend would I be
If I hadn't got you
I would die in misery
If I hadn't got you
Whose air would I breathe
If I hadn't got you, yeah
If I hadn't got you
God only knows what I'd do
God only knows
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