porpoise
on dolphin
on skate
and
on ray
at donderous bliztening azurent play
some splash in tidal bassinets
replete with foam-flecked sobriquets...
others, carried 'round each horn
on currents as the everborne
rely on squalls, each gale enthralls
neptunians, tridently pierced
ambrosially weathered, Bierced...
if rhyme is given little credence....
do
swim away...and so, good riddance.....
any tool can do it, sure....
.well
bless that load of stale manure.....
the one-(ok, sometimes two) tricked peonies sprout, proclaim....
with very little variation,
done well enough....again, the aim
stays true-ish.... to reframe
a
grinding out of same old theme(s) of unrequited love and like
a joy-devoid and eyes-shut hike.....flappin' like an air-drowned pike...
a wallow in the jello, then...
.could use
a new point on the pen?
this blather took but little skill.....and could easy pass for whining.....
seems all need something new to 'thrill'......but that's just me, opining...
as I see and hear it....
this does not apply to one one-tricker....
with observant eye, pen... ticker.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like it....']) I do....do you? ...'])