by Ricky Muse |
why is it easier to look at you
through one eye as opposed to two
when we should be totally
enamored with the thought
that we have come this far
we of flesh and blood but enemies of spirit
cannot go on this way
a desert of parched emotions
cherry wood furniture atop marble floors
transformed our home into
an oasis of tears and coffee
this trivial mirage under scathing sun light
left us grappling for sustenance
be it water or be it love
empathy should be our cry
we stood hand in hand me and you
now with grey hair for a crown
these life stories on our face
we joust over flashbacks
and weakened rungs
by Robert L. Hinshaw |
There was once an old man from Altoona
Who decided to cast for some tuna
'Twas a mermaid he landed
He sighed saying off-handed
"How I wish I had caught her much soona!"
Oh! How I would love to make her my bride
But I'm old, grizzled and gray and, beside
'Twould be my usual luck
She'd take up with some young buck,
So I will release her at next high tide
Entry for Tania Kitchin's "Two Sea Themed Limerick" Contest
(27 July 2019)
TOOK 3D PLACE IN THE CONTEST
by Brian Sambourne |
animal, appreciation, cat, celebration, cute, fish, food, happiness, pets,
Cat lights on the table, bling!
Can opener growl to open a tin
Tuna glide pounce for a troubadour sing
Cat stretches full length
A paw to each shoulder
A nuzzle to my neck now bolder
Soft blending purrs, caressing
Soft, slow lane nestling
Solicitous whimsical beauty
Self advertising cutie
Insular world of feline grace
Meal ticket playful embrace,
a no default risk
Like a heart-felt smooch, brisk
Best hope for survival
in scents of sweet revival
when a tin can squeal
is a laurel of love to steal
for a status high creature
securing fishy food nurture.
Poem revised January 29, 2021
by William Kekaula |
animal, cat, character, death of a friend, for him, meaningful, memory,
Cassio Laps Wondrously
An open porch, gifts spritely legs
on all his fours, meows he begs
so opens I, a tuna can
not be prepared, a stray in tan
that came to be for many years
a wandering did set in fears
yet his return continued on
meows are heard, that be his song
untimely death outside our door
car screeching sound could not ignore
near fronts our yard, the roses bloom
midst stands a cross neath lies his tomb
heartfelt love, receptive wills he
laps Heaven's milk, eternally.
2020 August 23
All Pets Go To Heaven
~~Constance La France
by Andrea Dietrich |
Toasted Italian bread. Yum!
I love tuna, but
today - beef and provolone,
mayo, onions, greens. . . .
I open my mouth
Written April 27
for Gwendolen Rix' contest:
"Fast Food Epulaeryu"
by Sebastian Aaron Baez |
ringing with telegrams
I answered and received a body slam
bubble gum used to fix a cracked dam
rhymes grown weird
sexy and funky, smeared
like mushroom toe jam
enjoy chocolate milkshakes
with a juicy rare rack of lamb
please stand here while i give you
a close glove inspection body scan
I love sticking my beef hotdog
inside her tuna clam
honey glazed pineapple blazed
smacking that glistening ham
make sure to stream it on your webcam
clicked on the link
but those ***** pills were a total scam
hoodwinked, duped a sour global sham
now you're salty like canned spam
by James Edward Lee Sr. |
adventure, character, fish, fishing,
Never love a tuna;
Where is the lively sail?
~fisherman of the sea~
Sailors sail mermaids call;
Are they real;
Or is the sailor dreaming;
Clouds endure like small sails;
The wave travels like a misty sun;
Why does the breeze fly?
Are they real;
Those shark and tuna hunter;
~fisherman of the sea~
by Martin McAreavey |
The Tuna and the Prawn
Swam together -
- Now in sandwich form!
by nick armbrister jimmy boom semtex |
cat, love, pets, sweet,
Sitting there all lazy the little furry pussy cat
purrs with happiness.
Her coat is a collage of black, white and browns
all a ball of fur.
She has just had her tuna
so it’s now lazy time all night long.
by liam mcdaid |
corruption, deep, feelings, fish, heartbreak, holocaust, love hurts,
People are like lobsters crawling in dirt
with brain cells less advanced than a jellyfish
always digging in the sand without salt they would disappear
They could not breathe the fresh air if it were poisoned by chemicals
fresh water has a better taste unpolluted
Chocolate starfish slimy sea slugs
Silly cones, fake plastic barbies
Toxic people in toxic world
None the wiser
Modern day zombies
Yes men plugged into the machine
Greedy 1 % sharks living off the tuna only scraps to the bottom feeding mouth breathers poor bastards
Fed only bull they kindly ask
"Please sir may I have some more?"
A Liam MacDaibheid and Antonio Acosta
by verlecia fields |
No Cook: "Tuna Creamed burger" 11-17-09
2 cups Coleslaw = (classic): Dole raw, is kosher.
5 oz Tuna = in water or oil : Western Family
2 slices Bread = whole wheat
1/2 cup _ : Canola mayonnaise: add more if needed.
1/2 cup _ : Sour cream: add more if needed.
Colby jack _ : add more if needed.
1/2 tbsp _ : Mustard (course ground)
Parmesan _ : add as much you like
Garlic powder _ : 2 pinches
Basil leaves _ : 2 sprinkles (crushed)
Hamburger pickles & Onions on side.
not the best cook
but i never make it the same.
have fun and share it with someone you love
or someone you want to love
by Katrina Borders |
I wanna go to Martha’s Vineyard, eat muscadines and drink wine.
I want my belly to swell with the fruit of our love.
I wanna drive on full and eat fillet mignon for breakfast.
I wanna live like God is my Father and Jesus, my Brother who saved me.
I wanna trust and never hate ‘n never be careful ‘bout nothin’.
I wanna be Scarlet in Scarsdale and Sr. Edward Crump at the Macy’s Day Parade.
I want green eyes and red hair. I want hips that don’t exist.
I want Oprah on the phone right now!
I wanna drive my baby to school.
I want tuna on toast with capers and sweet nectar pomegranate juice.
I wanna open my eyes....
by Melissa Ross |
happiness, love, pets, uplifting
You wear a clean tuxedo daily,
It gleams in the light, so soft,
You maul me with precious mittens,
Mittens I press a kiss to every time,
Watching you grow is a joy,
Every household object is a toy,
Ambitious you are,
How you speak to me,
Whining for a fresh can of tuna,
You are my princess, precious Chupa.
by Victoria Anderson-Throop |
childhood, family, children, growing up, happiness, me, me,
At grandma’s house I am a queen
No luckier girl you’ve ever seen
I eat from willow plates so blue
And drink a coke or maybe two
She makes me tuna on nice bread
We sit together, napkins spread
She tells me stories, picks me flowers
These are my best and sweetest hours
I love her more than sun or moon
If I could sing-- she’d be my tune
by Mahuta Maughan |
tossing a can of tuna,
I remember only the density of the metal,
and the death of a fish;
Malleable shrapnel, as I added apples,
to taste like Mom's,
energized by love, defeated in youth,
throwing a million sea people,
back to the aluminum world,
which never returns,
unless buried in space,
just not this place, not yet.
Why do Puritans own Tupperware,
and Red Eagle drive his diesel truck,
filling his tank with the greed of transportation,
needed temptation, to satisfy,
our graces lacking.
When choices guard the spirit,
yet survival, could never exhibit,
days of old;
When Mother Earth,
never had a can of tuna,
and respect for all living things,
lived with no waste.