1946 United States authorities
chose to exercise freedom of choice
and forcibly relocated 167 Marshall islanders
King Juda he agreed as their voice
from Bikini Atoll east to Rongerik
a small island which adequate resources lacked
with the promise they would return
so much for the U.S. Right of Freedom Act
and with little regard to radiation or fallout
the beautiful coral lagoon's sad fate
was a nuclear weapon testing site
twenty-three tests in all 'til 1958
but scientists miscalculated
a dry-fuel thermonuclear bomb they blew
(Sponsor : Kai Michael Newmann)
MOON ON A SPOON
If I could I would
fetch you the moon
on a spoon
Oh ? Really !
you ballyhoo coon
you make me swoon
If I could I would
fetch you the moon
on a spoon
Why not bring me
a chocolate cocoon
I will wriggle out
festooned !
If I could I would
fetch you the moon
on a spoon
We will eat it at noon
in our magical room
then to our doom !
If I could I would
fetch you the moon
on a spoon
My goon, so goop !
Where are you from ?
a souk goof ?
If I could I would
fetch you the moon
on a spoon
How ?
Lo ! I do not know !
My spoon has
sailed with a
monsoon
And the moon
has fallen into
a true blue
lagoon too
soon !
No gondolas are gliding under bridges,
it's a lagoon without classic songs;
pigeons are huddled and do not coo,
they're frightened by the murky blue!
Carlo sings some lovely Neapolitan songs,
tourists sing along with him and smile;
they all dream of sunny Southern skies,
of another distant city they admire and love!
Venice sinks in direful sadness lowering a spirit
that seeks adventure without a definite limit;
the tower bells have stopped ringing in dim light...
ghostly streets of midday miss the treading feet!
Gloomy lagoon on a foggy day, transform emotions;
don't surrender to dismal silence numbing the senses,
it's not bleak winter yet to stop all sounds and voices...
give us more delights as the sunset enthralls dreamers!
Sprawling aspiration
effervescent incandescence
spreads psychic plasma
of primal spectrum
painting passion
on the silken sky
the configured
fascinated facsimile
of mental panorama
suffused with chromatic
sublime sensitivity
of exuberant ecstasy
blooming in
seraphic color blast
of floral spring
Parched pieces
draped by distress dust
of cinnamon ground
heart desiccates
to the core
auburn anguish
pervading passive
creeps craftily
in the wilted veins
of the fallen leaves
fragile essence
rustles restive
with emerald tune
of serenading sanguinity
Emotive eyes weep
concealed tears
in torment torrent
fill the cauldron
of pent up pathos
forlorn life’s
desolate distillate
designs crystalline
verdance shining
in the jade thicket
on the eroded banks
of awareness
as symphonic cadence
of fervent zephyr
drifting with sonata
of fleeting fervor
from yonder plateau
of yearning
pulsates timeless
with waves of rhapsody
in the bay of bliss
glides with the melody
of harmonic heart
with the ripples
of lilac lagoon
segment of the sun
lemandarin, semi-black
‘midst toasty branches
floats flamingos, flaming pink
in lagoon’s brackish parquet
*hybrid between mandarin orange and lemon
Walking on colourful leaves,
fall brings back long sleeves.
The lazy sun goes to bed early,
while the morning fresh wind
caresses the wet grass softly.
A shiny happy moon
greets the lark in the lagoon,
beside the dense forest,
where fall makes its best:
a bright symphony of colours,
for the eyes of this season lovers.
Written: June 20, 2023
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Within the depths of an opulent lagoon,
Where the waters dance to a mellifluous tune,
A harbinger of joy, a scintilla of light,
Unfolds a tale of halcyon delight.
In this serene oasis, a haven of peace,
Where time metamorphoses and worries cease,
The lilt of laughter fills the air.
A pastiche of colors beyond compare.
As the sun paints the sky in hues of gold,
The lagoon's beauty, a story to be told,
A palimpsest of memories, etched in time,
Each ripple is a chapter-each whisper is a rhyme.
My delight soared dulcetly, like a bird in flight.
In the cynosure of bright stars and an auric sight.
while on a lagoon
stirred my coffee with a spoon
while seeing the moon
We went to Manatee Lagoon
But it was not quite opportune
For if there was a manatee,
It wasn’t there for us to see.
To make the best of getting there,
An hour’s drive to who-knows-where,
We took some pictures (smile, please!)
Beside some sculptured manatees.
So looking back, those photos will
Remind me that we can fulfill
Some journeys that we undertake
With memories and proof that’s fake.
Lagoon of life, lake of man
Bitterness in life, salt of man.
Sourness or sweetness, salt of the tongue
Harvest of the young, actions of man
Sourness of tongue, sweetness of the stung
Sweetness of the unsung, sourness of the dung.
Bitterness of man, life's crucifix
Burden of follies, puff of the lung
Burden of life, crux of crucifix
Flux of follies, marks of cicatrix.
Innocence of man, lake of salted life
Influx of mother's womb, gift of Matrix.
Washed by tides, tangle inevitable,
Lurking licking tongues, tiger whisker weed
Undercurrent gritty slippery tendrils -
Barb trusting toes with camouflaged cat creed
Wet predator paws apply pressure
Leeching life from faithful feet, farcical
Undulating grass, salty claws sever
Blades gash slices, cut soles grow barnacles
February silk ribbon Valentine
Loch Ness of Labrador's fatal lagoon
Spiralled willing limbs in sanguine brown twine
Infatuated padlocked throat caused swoon
Hapless lass captured by Amoretto
Dapper lethal lech Don Juan Otto
Second of February
- Seaweed Secures -
Lake Wollumboola is intermittent.
A coastal dune lagoon, enclosed by berm of sand.
Its basin a drowned creek-scoured depression.
This tiny lake is perched above high tide, vulnerable.
Its survival lies at the whim
of wind-blown and sea-thrown sand.
It's long term fate short-lived as its filling up
with sediment, weed, detritus and muck.
This little lagoon among the dunes
is mecca for migratory birds.
The curlew and buff-breasted sandpiper,
The long-toed stint, pied oyster catcher and little tern.
These vulnerable birds depend on the vulnerable lake.
They arrive on-cue from long-hall flights.
Alight and feeds in the shallows.
Mate, breed and lay eggs in vulnerable places
on the open beach and shore.
They squat on eggs and fledge their young,
and when the time comes, migrate back
with young yearling in tow,
to whence they came.
They book return migratory flights to
Lake Wollumboola each year,
hoping it survives vulnerable
for another year,
and hoping its time is not yet up.
lagoon
rock and sand
lock an ocean...
hand in hand two lovers
walk free.
Dated 12th May 2019
Sponsor Dear Heart
Contest Name:Writing Challenge 1, May 2019
In Amida’s Pure Land
There is a sea of blue,
And upon its tranquil hue
Adorn millions of lotuses,
Each gleaming with a
Growing dream,
A dream for Bodhi,
And blooming Samadhi!
All rights released into Public Domain
Over this limpid lagoon, without a church's dome,
no ill-tempered wind coming from the stormy East
can stir up huge waves, it can only scatter mist;
here birds thrive, they call this place their home.
The esurient wrens search for breadcrumbs,
Ella hasn't come yet and they hope she will;
the laughing gulls entrap them as they shrill,
the tiny ones flee and hide in blades of grass.
Where's Ella? She must be dancing with clouds,
there the only spectators are the curious swans;
she swirls against a smooth spectrum of indigo
lighter than her gorgeous eyes that delight Fabio.
Another Fall evening ends to bring back all stillness,
finally the painter with the grey cap rests his hands;
his jaunty painting matches the vividness of the sunset,
Ella runs and joyfully embraces her adored sweetheart.
Written on 1/ 29/ 2016
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