From my heart
From your eyes
To my face,
And I can't
Dumb lucky foot
Will trip you up
Won't you pause
Let me catch up
And touch you
Slowly but surely
Bring you round
And sit by me,
Glad you lost the race
Before I ambled out
Of your life forever
And you would have been
Left in your hole of regret...
APAD13 018 - © okpoet
Reptilian claws are weak, not strong
can't grip the blue plastic walls
can't climb out, transcend the processed prison.
Intently refusing to help
snickering at the way it tries.
It works and slaves and labors so pathetically
attempting to latch its nails onto the single
I'm watching and laughing and
silently slicing open my skull.
I am the vile thing
A high maintenance reptile
drowning in an inch of water.
I'm the soft skinned scaly creature
bashing it's head
time time time again.
We don't learn when we fall,
don't refrain from cracking our useless skulls
although we still feel the sting of the first crack
and reach up once more to make ourselves into another failure.
Claws won't catch.
Plastic remains invincible.
And always a man stands cackling at our efforts
shadowing our buckets of freshwater
and murdering himself for seeing so much in a helpless turtle.
I had cried a sea of tears
And began to drown.
Trashing out, Unheard screams
Bubbles filled my lungs.
I long for safety and a home
Not this empty black cavern thats sinking very near.
I look up out of desparation
far above my pain.
And then black tears turn purple,
I see a Turtle swiming near.
The sea Turtle I've always wanted
I realse all my fear.
I float upward crowned in a bubbling glow
My sea Turtle loves my bubbles.
And away we go.
My claws dig into the damp sand
I twist my head and eye you down
This is my piece of putrid land
A place that my offspring will be around
My shell is my only true salvation
Allowing me to hide in plain sight
Not having to worry about isolation
Or moving at the speed of light
My jaw can keep me out of distress
It is the one true weapon I need
I am left with no one to impress
My attitude stems from eating devil’s weed
My prey is usually already dead
But I am also a very skilled seeker
I can always survive on an oyster bed
Because there is nothing weaker
picture taking souls escaping click shutter click
times a wasting
2 make haste a makin'
slow turtle slow, the hare did not necessarily win the racin'
its the haste he was makin' that slowd the pace he was pacin'
go turtle go steady as she goes
with er' ribbons an bows
time grows an grows
with er' ribbons an bows
On a moonlit night on a deserted beach
these ocean wonders destination have reached
they come ashore in hundreds strong
to lay their eggs where they were born
lumbering slowly through fine sand
on this tropical beach in a distant land
deposited with care, buried entombed
growing in darkness for many a moon.
When they hatch to the surface they will have to fight
the dash to the sea will not be the end of their plight
gulls wait on the buffering sea breeze looking for earth sign
as lizards petrol the coast for they also want their fill and dine
In a miracle of nature most hatch together
little legs bounding this gauntlet hell to leather
with the relentless bombardment from the air
and ravenous reptilian foes almost everywhere.
Many will die on their first fatal day
yet some will cheat death and get away
good luck dear turtles
I will remember thee
to home dear turtles
your domain the Sea.
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Timmy the tortoise shell
Lived a tortured hell
When he fell
And cracked his shell
As Timmy tortoise
Had a timid soul
That would spill
From the cracks
And stack in tow
But Timmy was a loner
Quick to snatch
Closed the traps
Of deviants and attackers
With his snapper
He'd turtle slap ya
But Tim's dapper days
He was a flapper in the scum
Of an overly populated pond
Technologicalcated and wrong
And it tinied t
Under its beams