The world in black and blue,
no visible outline, the colors
blur. Headlights bright red,
and the people covered
in smoke as I stand in the back-
alley surrounded by old graffiti
stains and a half eaten tuna fish
sandwich. The alley cats
devour the carcass leaving
the bones and eyes behind.
I look at the eyes and I see
my mother pan frying
batches of leftover
salmon, a once in awhile
treat, then back to smelly
tuna daily. I give my mom
credit, her cooking skills
mask the awful aroma just
enough for me to eat with
ease. I still wonder what
mystery meat I ate back
in high school, looked like
tuna, smelled like beef but
tasted like chicken. I get up
and leave to a corner
bodega shop where they sell
beer and passable pepperoni
pizza for a late night snack.
Then I chill at the coin laundry
shop next door, I should’ve
brought earphones with me.
Beneath the moon's soft glow, a city thrives,
Where ocean waves caress the sandy shore.
In bustling markets, fresh-caught tuna lives,
A testament to fishers' ancient lore.
The beauty of nature surrounds us here,
From rolling hills to palm trees swaying free.
GenSan's spirit, both vibrant and sincere,
Reflects the splendor of land, sky, and sea.
there was a young man from Altoona
who went to the ocean to catch tuna
the boat lurched to starboard
he was flung overboard
and he met a shark that was out to catch humans
Yellow Words—Used 10 times in the poem
Under the warm yellow sun
floating on the calm Yellow Sea
fishing for the sweet tasting yellow fin tuna.
My mouth waters at the thought of
tuna steaks slathered in spicy yellow mustard
while my old yellow lab snoozing on
my bright yellow rain slicker will have his share covered
in a yellow egg yolk sauce.
I tie the yellow lure to the leader anticipating
a rugged fight with the ferocious tuna.
A wayward yellow canary, blown to sea by the wind,
lands on my cabin roof. Perhaps I will have good luck.
I wear my yellow tinted sunglasses and look to starboard as
I prepare to stalk the elusive tuna.
As a child, men of science warned me
about the coming of a second ice age.
They flashed pictures of stomping mastodon
hungry saber tooth cats
and giant sloths with enormous claws.
I listened closely and was frightened
but I was all in and took quick action.
I learned how to build an igloo
by stuffing snow into hollow plastic blocks.
I sharpened the end of dozens of sticks
to battle the giant cats and mastodon.
Now, Bill Nye, Mr. Gore and Hanoi Jane
are warning me of imminent global warming
and biblical flooding rarely seen.
I'm taking them seriously.
So, I'm stockpiling tuna fish, beer and seed.
and building a tiny arc just for three
as I'll never have two of everything.
There's only the cat, an olive-eyed dove and me.
Tuna braised in
Pineapple with
Vermicelli.
Tuna sashimi
Thin slice, flavorful bites
Mouthwatering me.
The Greatest Poem Ever Written
The greatest poem ever written,
made the angels cry...
the oceans fade...
the mountains sway...
and every heart sigh.
But, you would never know...
because I hit an advertisement link below...
and away my masterwork did go.
by Martin Braun
July 28, 2023
In a world of scents, a peculiar tune,
Red lips linger, as if sung by the moon,
Amidst the air, a fragrance does bloom,
It dances, it teases, like a playful monsoon.
'It smells like tuna! ' cries a puzzled passerby,
A curious aroma, painting the sky,
Mysteries unravel, as flavors amplify,
Tickling nostrils, a sensation awry.
A feast for senses, a whimsical surprise,
A savory symphony, where wonder lies,
'It smells like tuna, ' the chorus replies,
An enigmatic scent, beneath azure skies.
His fur smelled of dust;
And cobwebs that covered his face
He found me to show me his new look
That he had gone and made.
I started laughing,
He wasn't happy.
He charged me like a raging lion;
He was being comical, he's robust
I was laughing so hard, I was crying
It made my stomach hurt, I'd bust.
He was this tiny kitten then;
Still is a tiny kitty in my heart
My love for my cat will never fade
Mischief's my world, he's my parade.
I bid wishes to you in my serenade;
Of tuna, chicken, or a salmon tray
Eat as if you were, King of Lions
You are King of Lions, Heaven Bound.
the clever ones are tightening nets
'round the neck of the masses
who
swim in the mist of
overconfidence
under a flimsy umbrella called faith
but the blood net is closing fast
soon the masses will panic
thrashing into one another
like mad stars swirling in
then devoured
by massive black holes
called deception
they'll be winched onto the deck
hooked -then stripped of amendments
steaked -put on display
buried in mass graves
extinction being the final stage
their obit will read;
lived freely until death stripped them of their
APATHY.
Bluefin Tuna are listed as, endangered
because of illegal fishing, of global fish stocks
as eighty five percent, is unreported and unregulated
Overfishing of our oceans, has to be quickly eliminated
Bluefin are the largest tuna, and can live up to 40 years
and they migrate across oceans, and can dive 40 thousand feet
They are made for speed, and built like torpedoes
and have retractable fins, but they still end up in food tins
They are tremendous predators, that seek schools of fish
like herring, mackerel and even slippery eels
They have the sharpest vision, of any bony fish
but that doesn’t help, as they end up on a human dish
There once was an unusual tuna
Charlie dreamed of sailing to the luna
Bought a huge water balloon
But along came a typhoon
Farewell Charlie, wannabe Kahuna
Putting cat food in my bowl,
This same thing is getting old.
OK, I'm hungry!
There where the tuna sleep mighty
Wet as usual imprisoned in ocean
There are creatures above with poles
The oxygen nitrogen breathers
The ones with limbs on their sides
With eyes facing front fashioned to hunt
Beings that live in the thin environment
Trying to take the tuna out one by one
To take them home and fry them quickly
How naive these killers of tuna are
Do they really think they can trick a fish
With lures and lines and an ugly worm
Dangling in front of them for amusement
Tuna were not born yesterday you know
They come from noble eggs exposed at birth
Ready to attack or swim away to safety
To protect their dignity from the depraved
What harm have tuna ever done to men
Have they no shame when they go fishing
When they hang them like trophies on a wall
Make sandwiches of them for a child's lunch
Tuna never go to war or betray the trust of others
True. They do not respect their mothers
But if they knew them that would be another story
A fish story for sure
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