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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Hamlet Stranded In An Island Surrounded By Sharks
it is the same view from here
the sea and the island and the sharks around it
it is the same me
unable to decide whether to cross the see
leave the island
and take the risk with all the sharks
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fist Pt2
a fish a fish
can anyone be a fish?
swimming this way and that way
what a glee that would be
watch out for sharks they bite,
dont fancy being a bite do you
under millions of miles of water
oh dear not for me
i'll just stay me..
poem by Christina McIntosh
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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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Deadly Shark Attack
dolphins take a full run at target shark’s rib cage
knock the breath out of sharks with their rostrums
stunned enough sharks drift to the bottom and die
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Let Me Think Of An Island
an island
surrounded by sharks
i am in this island
and you are in the nearby island
we wish to touch
we cannot so we only communicate through signs
of our hands
we try to speak but the wind carries our voices away
so we cannot really figure out
what we are saying
i cannot take the risk of swimming the sea
infested with sharks
i still love my life and risking it for you
will not be worth it
so here we are
helplessly devoted to each other
unable to touch
yet always promising to love and be with each other.
aren't we foolish?
i admit i am, and i admit that in the last analysis
let me quote the famous self-centered actress:
i admit i love
but i love me better than you.
am i foolish? i admit i am.
But that is the truth.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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From Gordon’s bay harbour
From Gordon’s bay harbour
we took a boat
along the coast
of False Bay
and your fingers
knotted through mine
while we sailed
into the ocean.
The launch went up and down
the waves of a calm sea
although a light breeze
was blowing, throwing
drops of spray
into our faces.
Your cheeks were glowing
and your eyes
had the look of adventure
and anticipation
and we took several photographs
of the scenic mountains,
the beaches and shore.
We stopped sailing
at a island of rock
protruding from the waves
that was covered with seals,
which they called Cape sea lions.
The stench of seal dung
and rotting fish
hang heavy in the air
and the boat was rolling to and fro
as well as up and down
and you and some
of the other passengers
got really seasick
and very nauseous.
I took some more photos
trying to ignore the stench
and photographed seals,
waves braking over the rocks,
and everything
but the sea around us.
Those seals had their eyes open
unlike us
for predators like sharks
and shrieking as a saw
going through a board
while more got on those rocks
and sharks started to circle
that island and the boat
and we also felt
like something in the food chain
and were relieved
when the boat’s engine
started again
at the first try.
poem by Gert Strydom
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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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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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There are no true friends in politics. We are all sharks circling, and waiting, for traces of blood to appear in the water.
quote by Alan Clark
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No Fears, No Hassles
imagine that i am stranded
on an island surrounded by a big
body of water
infested with sharks,
imagine the fear
and the loneliness
and the alienation
but then, i always imagine
that you are with me
and i am with you
and that you are my god
who shall never leave me
and so on this island
where i am alone (i am not
equated with sadness
and loneliness)
i shall think of love
i shall always see
the fidelity of the sun and moon
and the sea that comes in waves
bringing me the
promise
the good news that soon
all these
will be over.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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California
I remember I was in the tanning salon
When I heard that river phoenix was gone
They say that only the good die young
But that aint true where I come from
California...california
It took a lot for me to say
I want to walk away, la
From the sharks and the chardonnay
In california...california
4 in the morning we were in our beds
The swaying palm trees above our heads
Woke up to a primal rumbling sound
When the northridge quake ripped open the
Ground
California...california
It took a lot for me to say
I want to walk away la
From the sharks and the chardonnay
In california... in california
Golden state, Im back in the golden state
Golden state of mind
Golden state, Im back in the golden state
Golden state of mind
It took a lot for me to say
I want to walk away la
From the sharks and the chardonnay
In california... in california
Walk, walk away
I remember I was in the tanning salon
When I heard that river phoenix was gone...
song performed by by Belinda Carlisle
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Plague Of Dead Sharks
Who knows whether the sea heals or corrodes?
The wading, wintered pack-beasts of the feet
slough off, in spring, the dead rind of the shoes’
leather detention, the big toe’s yellow horn
shines with a natural polish, and the whole
person seems to profit. The opposite appears
when dead sharks wash up along the beach
for no known reason. What is more built
for winning than the swept-back teeth,
water-finished fins, and pure bad eyes
these old, efficient forms of appetite
are dressed in? Yet it looks as if the sea
digested what it wished of them with viral ease
and threw up what was left to stink and dry.
If this shows how the sea approaches life
in its propensity to feed as animal entire,
then sharks are comforts, feet are terrified,
but they vacation in the mystery and why not?
Who knows whether the sea heals or corrodes?:
what the sun burns up of it, the moon puts back.
poem by Alan Dugan
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What Will Apex Predators Eat?
“species tuna sharks
will have no fish
left no small fish
will have no food to eat? ”
when juveniles are caught
all immature fish caught
before next generation breeding
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Some Wonders in the Jam-packed Sydney
Hold the hand of Mahatma and give on the back of Einstein, a pat.
Yes hold the hand of Mahatma and give on the back of Einstein, a pat;
strolling into Madame Tussands and beside a batsman, take a bat.
Amaze at the the Mount, Pacific Ocean and sky-high towers.
Yes amaze at the the Mount, Pacific Ocean and sky-high towers;
going around the Sydney Tower and marvelling at brains, the flowers.
In the Aquarium, colourful fish and sharks, a treat.
Yes in the Aquarium, colourful fish and sharks, a treat;
though Penguins, Kangaroos, giant Crabs, sleepy Koalas you meet.
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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The Good Ship Capitilism
The cry's of the poor rise up from the sea of oppression
And still the waves grow higher
The ship sails relentlessly on into the golden horizon
And now the sea is on fire
Wont you turn the ship around they cry
And the sharks draw near
This ship's to big to turn around
And the golden horizon would surely disappear
Ah, how great its been since we threw those
people overboard
So much more for you and I, and yours and mine
So much more for us to hoard
It was all ours anyway, those people
did nothing for what they had
Oh look, the sharks are starting to devour
Ah well thats just to bad
They should have learned to swim faster and stronger,
who do they think they were anyway
living here amongst us for nothing
without even as much as paying there way
Everything we have on this boat is ours
we didn't go to all that trouble just to give it away
Those who are left, if they work even harder
Its just possible we might let them stay
It has been reported to us that we
don't have as much as we might
What! post a lookout immediately
and see if those overboard are still in sight
Captain, they've been sighted
but are caught in a storm
Yes yes yes never mind all that, man the boats
where else are we going to get even more from
Ahoy there you poor and afflicted ones
would you like to come into our boats
Come on, give it all up, don't hold back
yes we will even take your coats
And the ship sailed on and the small boats screamed
Oh my God, don't leave us here in the sea
The afflicted ones will overcome us
And in the sea WE will be
Be quiet, do you think you could stay on this ship
and sail on forever free.
This ship's not about you or yours
This ship's about ME, ME, ME!
Sign on today for the good ship Capitalism
Get your tickets from Romney and Paul Ryan
But if you become sick there'll be no room for you
We throw overboard the sick and the dying
poem by Frank McEleny
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My wish is to ride the tempest, tame the waves, kill the sharks. I will not resign myself...
quote by Trieu Thi Trinh
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My Heart is Full
My heart is full.
It has drowned in the despair.
My eyes leak what is left over of my heart’s tears.
The endless river flowing under my skin
Pulsing with life yet not quite alive
The seed that has been protected, is slowly being put out.
Being sucked along in this flood that comes from the pain the heart bleeds.
Will my heart die?
Can it survive, this island of despair?
As my spirit lies crumpled on the floor of this collapsing island
Hateful words swimming around like sharks in a pool of innocent blood, my blood.
Will my mind be able to reach the spirit in time?
To pull it up and lock it away till the time is better?
What will happen?
I’m anxious to know
The island can hardly hold the limp body
The body that does not want to live
Yet is afraid to die
What will happen?
I’m anxious to know
poem by Corina Vitale
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the world wide web
is a vast virtual sea of good and bad fish
sharks, whales, flora, trash and junk
quote by by John Celes
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I believe implicitly that every young man in the world is fascinated with either sharks or dinosaurs.
quote by Peter Benchley
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Reflections-5
1 Ice Berg
Tip of the iceberg
Sail not.Far-flung albedoes
Reflect hiding hunt
2 Shark
He scents ere we do
Marine mom's villain-son's play
Gory waves caution
3 seals
Happy colony
Eating squids, fish.yet alarm
Scared waves..sharks, whales, man
4 Mermaid
Yonder days' wedlock
Coupled sea-man.Proved myth
Cyclone-hit Chennai
poem by Indira Renganathan
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