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Karma Nov 20
We had a mission, but
We didn’t know.
It was like the dialogue
Wasn’t there, or
We skipped it.

After leaving the
Second floor as
Stallions
I threw the core
Into disarray as he
Became a lizard.
While I was monkeying
Around I found
The cure
To then hear
A cry for help.

The objective made
Itself known
As I followed the
Neighs to outside the
Armory wall my horse
Friend found himself in.
The elevator doesn’t like horses.

The objective asked
What we were doing.
“Just horsing around!”
He said.
“Gross.”
A day to remember
The wave of the Oceans
as they crash into the rocks
With a powerful driven force
near the Ocean sea docks

The waves driving force that is
Driven by strong winds and
The Water waves rolling in and
out to sea again

As you sit or even stand
along the shoreline to explore,
discovering seaweed, starfish and seashells, along the wet sandy shores

On the beach you see a crab
as it crawls along the sand,
as you begin to enjoy the
shoreline while holding
sand in your hands

The Clashing tides of the high seas
are Traveling fast at top speed
as to a strong tsunami
Slowly rising up to your knees

A wonderful feeling to go
and explore the Oceans so deep
Along the shoreline to explore
The Oceans deepest peak


B.R.
Date: 1/14/2024
Naked and raw  
I bear my soul to the sea
Freed from a shell outgrown
Martin Mikelberg Feb 2020
hermit crab
spying an empty shell
moving up in the world
more thoughts on a hermit crab
Martin Mikelberg Jan 2020
hermit crab
never quite at home
not quite a crab
are you really a hermit?
developing Herman the Hermit Crab
Martin Mikelberg Jan 2020
hermit crab
never at home
for long
Isssa- Snail, always at home
Arisa Mar 2019
shoreline littered

broken shells,

bits of seagrapes,

parts of a dead crab,

and footprints.
hmm.
Pyrrha Jan 2019
One day these grey clouds that linger above
Will give up and allow their rain to fall
The droplets like an echo of my love
A shadow of the leaves that fell in fall

I long to reach up with my hands and grab
Those hideous clouds I wish would crash
Your sign is cancer, the sign of the crab
It seems we are not meant to be, we clash

But I know your eyes, eyes I can't evade
For that I become a slave to that grey
They bear into me as if to invade
I have no complaint, I only say stay

My hearts the flame that you always enrage
Trapping me in passions bottomless cage
This is my first attempt at writing a sonnet
I don't know any cancer signs... it just needed to rhyme
Abby M Dec 2018
Is a common turtle really different from a crab?
They both make their ways slowly, across the dirt and sand.
The mouth and claw don't differ much in ways they're used to grab.
Could a common turtle really be a green-shelled crab?
Lewis Hyden Nov 2018
I came across a crab
Strolling on the beach,
And paused to admire
His stride:

Muscular legs held
Up a stony shell as
He marched ever onwards,
Sideways, back to the ocean.

He paused also, as if
Admiring my own gait,
And so I asked, “Mr. Crab,
Why are you walking sideways?”

Only later did I realise that,
As I asked him that question,
He must have been thinking
The exact same thing of me.
© Lewis Hyden
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