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someguy Feb 2020
Once
When I walked after storm on a beach
By the sea,
I saw the
Gold fish washed up on a shore

I’ve bended my knee
Gently
I took her in my hands and
Let her flee
Back into the sea

Suddenly
From the water
I hear
“Thank you my dear…
Your wish I will grant…
Tell me what do you please…”

Astonished and thoughtful
For a moment I stood
“A drop of hope I wish
For those who have faced terrible trials of life
And those who lost faith in themselves
And people like me,
Who lived in this mud for whole eternity
Long enough to forget how wonders look or what are they – miracles…”
Mick Feb 2020
Under the still and open stars of a cousin's farm
too far to touch, I've dreamt of whiskers on catfish
since we last had tea.
The Waitomo Caves are strung by glowworms I
was too afraid to be touched by.
What if it touched my arm
and had me turn around?
If one had stuck my lip?
If I'd feel my face in blue glow light
just for a while?

I'd rest my head upon your arm
to take a memory for Facebook.
Your college crush would see herself
as phosphoric string that brushed your hair.
At night we'd drink a flower-blossomed tea
and meet again, two cave fish in a dream.
Dreams I can't get over.
Ken Pepiton Feb 2020
the idea that this is as

the webs towing spiders in the winds, winding
listfully
on circuits long ago distorted with mountains

and canyons,
effecting whorls and currents forcing a way around a mountain
for the mists that once watered the flatter feeling
vessel we were alive upon, in books

spaceship earth one. I in roman tongue,

but nothing lasts forever,
everything else changes,

constantly,

be still.
be

---
realms with in reasons,

uni-verse-ity-ifity agregaton setting liquified stone,
some

how (wise) wegsheid sehen Sie veer left

OOPs loops, left from when this was a decide point.

FYI, it was my idea to go through the wall,

I was the one who went through,
not you,

I came out the front door, not you,

but you didn't run, you were my friend,

in this projection of a decider point, we
passed

adaptively, as if augmented with a

allyes promise, ala all ye, all ye, outs in free... message from base

aye, I A-ok a intuitive influencee feeling tugging,

not pushing, gentle pull, slow
and steady

spider woman, grace for grace. let flow this thread
in ever

let it tangle with the wind,
we hold in our fists,

and the thief looses owning his good for use, the joker lifts off,

with a laugh, doing good,
like medicine,
loosed when one hand claps,

without the other knowing,
science-wise.
A page pondered while examining my life fifty years after the key decision
Aruna Jan 2020
Black, blue and all the colors together,
Miles and meters could not take a measure,
The mystery so deep below,
No digging could make people know,
The crawlers, swimmers and the squishers of dye,
Under the blankets of waves they lie,
Loneliness never did they know,
Plastic adorned the green one low,
The oils and straws a part of their diet ,
It is becoming rather quiet,
Swimmers now floating,
Oh no !Are they evolving or Perishing.
The clueless cry of the ocean for the poor little dwellers.
Lunar Jan 2020
don't tell me
there are other
fish in the sea

when you're
the entire ocean
to me
goodbye, I'll let you go now. time for me to look at other things besides the fish in the water.

(j.m.)
Kewayne Wadley Jan 2020
I dream of love
As two fish in a pond;
I drown only when I am away from you.
I exist only when I am inside
of you
Colm Jan 2020
A fish can say to a frog
   "I am a tree
    And you a leaf"
But that doesn't make it so
In truth or shade
Midst nature and in light
They were designed as neither such to be
On top of which
It's different languages they speak
We are the only painted creature, by the hand of God, who thinks this way. Not Angels, or birds, or bees. But our awareness and being makes us different.
S I N Dec 2019
Aye Aye
You may not agree
But it will not change the truth
Live with it
And with love
Orchid T Aspen Dec 2019
flocks penetrated his barrier
to inspect his rot
when it sank down
beneath the salt
lowly
in the slowing dark,

>° °<

called him back with sirens
and suggestion,
danced in vibrant twisters
to entice him
before he could drown,

>° °<

fled from each cavern
in shock,
begged for his spreading mane
to weave in,

>° °<

fed on the youth
spinning around him,
spat jets at his limbs,

>° °<

held hope out just for him,
but there was nothing to be saved

° °

from the abyssal plain.
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