Women Who Begin With Letter S
Never published majorly,
But far beneath the sea, while I
Wake up on Tuesday after a holiday,
Holding my breath as a school of
Fish waits at the bus-: stop underfoot from
The lion,
I am surprised that I have arms and
Hands extended,
And a history brief and not well planned,
But sure,
And there are women who oppose my sex,
Who I am supposed to fit into,
Marry, love, support and reproduce into,
To eventually drift away every night
Our togetherness of the coital bed only
Highlighting how different planets we are,
But now I should move my fingers
And swim upward,
For there are bills and car insurance,
And naked speckled swimming in the shadows,
Their legs good enough to compete in
The Olympics,
For, you see, I created them. One of them
I named Lynn, all the others start with the
Letter S, and one day they might see the light
Of day,
So when the general populace wakes up
Sporadically, swimming into mass produced
Consciousness, they might see my women too,
And swim up into the belt of sun where
Green things grow, and notice how the sorority
Of freckled navels indent like flirting come-ons,
Like the bosom of fruit still clinging to its tree.
poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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Pierre The Penquin
'I have just been swimming to catch my fish. I have 3, I love fish it is absolutely delicious, I don’t want them cooked, I can’t see the sense in that, I will eat them raw one by one and savor every bite. They are cold and slippery to slide down my throat. I will eat my fish first, then I might go for another swim, or I might go for a snooze for a while.'
Who knows?
Pierre the penguin has just been swimming,
to catch his evening meal.
He does not need a boat for this,
or a rod or reel.
He can swim very fast,
and catch his fish quite easily.
Pierre is well equipped for this,
has you all can see.
He has a flipper on each leg,
that makes him very strong.
So, when he goes swimming,
he can stay out there quite long.
The fish are cold and slippery,
to slide down Pierre's throat.
The oil in the fish,
gives Pierre his lovely coat.
After his meal,
he might go for another swim,
or he might go for a snooze.
Which one do you think,
Pierre, should really choose?
poem by Pamela lutwyche
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A Fish Story
If I were a fish in the ocean
I'm sure I'd have the notion
to swim alone in the great big sea,
not bunched up in a school, not free.
I'd swim the Atlantic,
the Pacific too
and when I tired
before I was through
I'd beach myself and lie on the shore,
happy and content with all I explore.
But this a a fish dream
for a fishy fool.
For see how I'm swimming.
I'm in a school.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Bathing In The Sea...
i happen to watch
upon three brown children
running to bathe in the sea
they are naked
laughing and swim like
a fish
go to the deep
and wave their hands
at me
saying 'come, come
the deep sea is
warm
there are more corals
to see
giant clams
live here
fish in bright colors
swimming side by side
with us'
i have selected
the words: naked,
and then it echoes
innocence,
deep which i have
equated with
that healing silence,
fish
the symbol of my
faith, and
so i go naked too
run to the sea
and swim to the
deepest part
and there is this silly
wish
that i have in mind
i wish there is no more
land anymore
i wish we are all children
again.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sweet River
Let me swim in your sweet river
Deliver on to you
Take back all the wrong Ive done
Then give his love just one more run
The moon is full with your green eyes
I surprised you baby
Take back all the wrong Ive done
Give his loving just one more run
One more chance, baby
Let me swim in your sweet river
Wash away all of this pain
Whoah baby I did you wrong
But I never do that again
Take me like a mermaid
Should I jump in and leave the shore
Im a swim and leave the shore
Baby, swimming for some more
Swim and leave the shore
Swimming for you girl, oh baby
You know what I mean
Let me swim for you girl
Cuz I love you
song performed by by G. Love & Special Sauce
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From Beneath My School
Did you ever see my school from beneath
Or did you ever hear it creep
Did you ever see it flip over
Or when it slid under a tree
Did you ever see it in a river swimming under your feet
Did you realize that was looking from above rather than under
Next time you see that school in water, swim under its feet
Well now you saw my school from beneath
poem by Ahad Rajput
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Your mind's ocean
Swimming away
swimming away
swimming away yeah
swimming through the deep blue ocean
nothing but red skies ahead
so put on ya hat and sun screen lotion
operation over cooperation
go swimming in your mind's ocean
The water so still
and the wind in motion
i'll be up and alive
before i'm down and moping
wake up in the water
before you drown
i'll make you want to smile
with my speechless frown
so put on ya hat and sun screen lotion
operation over anticipation
go swimming in your mind's ocean
Thoughts of doom and no hope
I'll dropp them in the oceans deep
To save my eyes when i grope
Dead to the world in this cool sleep
Swimming away
Swimming away
we'll swim all night
And walk all day
so put on ya hat and sun screen lotion
operation over destination
Lets go swimming
Lets go Swimming
in your mind's ocean
poem by Allen Steble
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It's a Fish's Life
Swim fish, swim! swim for your life!
The fisherman's coming you're tea for his wife!
Swim fish, swim! your fastest yet,
You must swim quickly, to avoid his big net!
Swim fish, swim! right out to sea!
For I am a shark waiting, and you're dinner for ME!
poem by George Howard
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Life Like Holding Hands
DNA digits together, like holding hands
Sealed in the swimming seed
Nothing on this earth can change,
The chain is set formulae decreed
The beaches of life welcome the lone swimmer
Harboured now in the inner realms of the womb,
The rest of the shoal drown en mass
Winning seed swam for the prize,
It's life...priceless.
DNA digits mixing together fertilising, like holding hands
God's computerised path begins in the process of being,
Nurtured by power second to God, Mother's love
Arms and legs fingers and toes grow and grow,
Unseen but that little kick is felt
Months pass on
The time is drawing near,
Mother bears the pain
A cry in the night
It' life... priceless!
It's magic
YOU ARE BORN
poem by Ken e Hall
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Fishees Underwater
Fish have many pretty colors, they live beneath the waves
Some fish seem to swim in schools while others live in caves
Some are short and some are small and some are stringy thin
Some of them are wide and tall and some just dig right in.
There's not much light beneath the waves of all our great big seas,
But all the fish don't seem to mind, they somehow still can see
Plants live down there, under water and make things seem so nice,
That all the fishes dance around and always check things twice.
Some fish swim deep down there, others they just won't
Some of them seem unafraid, but most of them just don't
Some fish have large shiny teeth, some have none at all
Some of them swim hastily, while others only crawl.
Of all the fish and animals my favorite is a star fish
If I find one on the beach, I stop and make a wish
I pick them up and throw them back, far out into the ocean
And hope they learn to not return, or repeat that silly notion.
poem by Daniel Lloyd Kennedy
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Swimming in the sea
Summertime is here
And it is time for me to swim
Bodies of all shapes and sizes
Will be evident in the sea
Swimming in the sea
Provides closure of the winter for me
After being secluded for a few months
It is time to embrace the sea
I hope the sea will not be full
As I would really like to swim
The tingle of water through my feet
Provides peace for me
My body becomes accustomed to the sea
As the heat linger on over the beach
I am engulfed by the waves
“ Ooops…” I am far back in the sea
I see various shapes floating in the sea
They take up all the space
I can hardly breathe
It is hard for me to swim
There are bodies all around me
“Fok! Hoe kan ‘n mens so swem”
Swimming in the sea provides solitude for me
Swimming in the sea sets me free!
poem by Lee John Siebritz
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Ocean Poem
I am merely a fish swimming in a pond of darkness.
The trees are anemones standing alone.
Yet still i ride on not giving up
Not stopping at all til we reach the home.
We are all just fish swimming around
We do not take in anything other than the water we breathe
We care about nothing
Its only ourselves we see
that’s why I swim alone in this pond
I don’t want to be like those others
The ones who are all the same
Ill be fine just remember my name
poem by Courtney Tak
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Fish with no tail
as i gaze out of nature... i have seen a fish without a tail
impossible but its true, first things came up to my mind
is, ask whether its worth to give time to remember all
the scene or perhaps, just a memories of a simple
goodbye
as the fish swim, deep beneath the crystal blue water, i
couldn't remember the minutes, the hours past, nay i felt
that i haven't taken my meal, it seems all are just a blink
of a second in my eyes
it keeps on bubbling, even in a thousands seconds it
stay in the water, until i notice that the fish fail to surface
beneath the running water, for the absence of the tail
the body is nothing
all is just a mirror of a fish that, every movement of the
body, the twist of the tail has to follow, its a paradox to
believe that we see the tail of other fish, nay never we
saw that we don't have tail of our own
like the fish it swim, with no direction, only an inspiration
that we can do, yet as it goes there we go, tail that swim
in the water stream with no affection of what to do
now i see, how to swim, in water, lou! where i may go...in
the world of stream when everybody is frame......
poem by Antonio Liao
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Hues of blue
From the holiday apartment’s window
I see people swimming in the blue pool
and the water looks icy cold
from the dark blue colour
Some girls and women have
bathing caps on in colours
of white, green and blue
and others swim without
while some lie
around the pool.
While the day gets hotter
the colour of the pool changes
to a lighter hue
and just across the road
the beach is full
of people lying in the sun.
Some swim with the waves
breaking white
and some are deeper
in the aquamarine water
and still deeper
some surfers
are riding the waves
the of a navy blue ocean.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Refraction Of Water
Not knowing how to swim
I became an expert
at diving in
and swimming under water
(oh I could do that)
for a width
and then
another width back
reaching for the safety of the bar as if it were
Life itself
even pushed it so far
(I held my breath)
took to swimming lengths
underwater
the danger and the fear of death
became the thrill of it
lost in a soundless universe
living only on that one breath
my shadow like a soul distorted
accompanying me on the bottom
like a dolphin
///Time///broken///
in the refraction
of water.
Although I never learned
to swim
I became an expert
in not drowning.
***
IN AN OCTOPUS’S GARDEN WITH YOU
We play about
in the pool
(act the fool)
not swimming – playing.
I swim underwater
for a length
before passing underneath
your wide open legs.
You thrill to the touch
as I softly brush
your inner thighs
with my curly hair.
You laugh & cry:
“Again…again! ”
This time you
untying the little ribbons & bows
of your tiny bikini bottoms
giving me
a glimpse
of Heaven here
on earth
(under water)
my lungs on fire
gasping for breath
come up
clenched in my teeth
your little yellow
polka-dot bikini bottoms
only to find your top
like a jellyfish
scurrying away on
the surface.
your nakedness
split in two
by the refractive index
of the water.
“Come here! ”
you sneer
“I’ve got something
I want to
show you! ”
You sure
show me.
poem by Dónall Dempsey
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One dark night
I hang a dried porcupine fish on the ceiling,
And with a nylon thread, in the dark, it looks like it is having a nice swim in the air.
I didn’t mind it has taken life, and so
When friend Sammy drops by,
He calls it art.
Inside me, it is what I call myself, an air porcupine; I love the spines all over me,
So no one touches me, and I would hurt everyone near me,
I call it my life, what does Sammy know anyway, except a claim for art,
One dark night, the porcupine fish got carried about his swim
And plunged into my open mouth and clogged my heart, I struggled for breath
From then on the nightmare did not stop…. life moves on with the porcupine fish.
How would Sammy know that art has coarsely etched life? The spines all over me,
The porcupine swimming in my belly, my chest congested, my tongue tied, my teeth gritting, my heart bleeding in a hundred pains with a hundred wounds.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Pisces Moon
Mastery of illusion and mystery of Neptune,
I become a mermaid by the light of the moon.
Yes, Goddess of the Sea,
I create a beautiful world when I dream.
I dream of swimming with my colorful scales,
through the green oceans I swish my tail.
Swimming with the dolphins, the sharks and whales too,
I swim following the light of the moon.
My emotions stir when I see a merman,
He is stranded on the sand.
I help by throwing him some seaweed,
I know this will save him yes, indeed.
Now we are both happy swimming out to Sea.
(Written by Christina Sunrise on Aug.2, 2011)
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Theme From The Bottom
I feed from the bottom, you feed from the top
I live upon morsels you happen to drop
And coffee that somehow leaks out of your cup
If nothing comes down then Im forced to swim up
On the way upwards, the colors come back
But all along the bottom is blue, grey, and black
The darkness is cold and perception goes wrong
And the night seems to go on incredibly long
So I ask you why if Im swimming by,
Dont you see anything youd like to try?
Pantomime mixtures of heaven and earth
Jumbled events that have less than no worth
Time in the forest to dig under rocks
Or float in the ocean asleep in a box
Or sink just below all the churning and froth
And swim to the light source or fly like a moth
So toss away stuff you dont need in the end
But keep whats important and know whos your friend
So I ask you why if Im swimming by,
Dont you see anything that youd like to try?
If Im swimming by
From the bottom, from the top ( x 8 )
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Does a Fish go Pee?
Does a fish go pee
when it's swimming in the sea?
Does it ever get the notion
when it's swimming in the ocean?
Does a fish take a leak
when it's swimming in the creek?
Do they do it in a muddle
when you see them in a puddle?
Does a fish ever miss when it's taking a @! &%
and they find urination
in the farmer's irrigation?
Do you think they're rather fond
of going potty in the pond...
and then, for goodness sake,
do they go while in the lake?
Do they tinkle at all
while in the waterfall?
Could you see a yellow gleam
as they do it in the stream?
Now take a little quiz:
Does a fish ever whiz?
Does a fish go pee
when it's swimming in the sea?
(Written in 1990)
poem by Cathe Ferguson
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Meeting And Following The Mermaids
Far away from land
I'm swimming under the sea
Looking for some sea treasures
Either hidden or out in plain sight
On the ocean's floor
As I swim about the sea
Looking on the ocean floor for conch shells
and rare pearls
I feel a tap on my shoulder
And I about jump out of my skin
But I quickly go calm and turn around
And I look at you and your mer sisters
Smiling and looking at me
Being amazed yet stunned
You all are a beauty to behold
And I'm stuck in a dream-like state
You all start to swim ahead
And a few of you wave your hands to me
to follow
Looking all around me
And still perhaps in a state of disbelief
I abandon all reality
And I follow all of you
Swimming under the sea
While wondering what's waiting for you all
And wondering what's waiting for me
Up ahead
poem by Justin Gildow
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The Days when we went Swimming
The breezes waved the silver grass,
Waist-high along the siding,
And to the creek we ne'er could pass
Three boys on bare-back riding;
Beneath the sheoaks in the bend
The waterhole was brimming -
Do you remember yet, old friend,
The times we 'went in swimming'?
The days we 'played the wag' from school -
Joys shared - and paid for singly -
The air was hot, the water cool -
And naked boys are kingly!
With mud for soap the sun to dry -
A well planned lie to stay us,
And dust well rubbed on neck and face
Lest cleanliness betray us.
And you'll remember farmer Kutz -
Though scarcely for his bounty -
He leased a forty-acre block,
And thought he owned the county;
A farmer of the old world school,
That grew men hard and grim in,
He drew his water from the pool
That we preferred to swim in.
And do you mind when down the creek
His angry way he wended,
A green-hide cartwhip in his hand
For our young backs intended?
Three naked boys upon the sand -
Half buried and half sunning -
Three startled boys without their clothes
Across the paddocks running.
We've had some scares, but we looked blank
When, resting there and chumming,
One glanced by chance upon the bank
And saw the farmer coming!
And home inmpressions linger yet
Of cups of sorrow brimming;
I hardly think that we'll forget
The last day we went swimming.
poem by Henry Lawson
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