"guppy" poems
he named me after him,
his best ditty ever,
my inheritance,
a laughing brook of
guppy royalties,
that keep our Labrador
reasonably well fed poetically
and of course his name
his name,
which was not so much inherited,
as deposited, X-mark-the-son
they ask,
no, they declarative announce
as fact,
answered even as asking,
tho their voices rising
in a pretend-questioning format,
are you as good as he was?
Oh no, of course not,
I'm merely the son,
He was the father,
between us,
the
Holy Ghost of Rhyme
Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 2:19 PM UTC
They take nothing
for its simple meaning
Its a need
they can never be relieved
of it
with the right shove
unintended or crafted
you can get them
to throw their cards
on the table
They are unable to relent
this building
where you pay rent
wander the halls
for a few fleeting hours
and leave
as you please
This Utopia you praise
to them it is a prison
and you are all
innocent roe
A delicate dish
for the bigger fish
Look out guppy
that shark
he just hacked your camera.
Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 5:12 PM UTC
I know this little puppy,
Or maybe he’s a guppy,
As he likes to take to water,
Like rav’nous rats a larder.
I am compelled to mention,
While he seems to seek attention,
Could not he be aware,
How his actions help him fair?
Does he bury furry friends,
So they don’t obstruct his end?
Is a pat on the head that needed?
Or is causality unheeded?
As this ******* of a fish and mutt,
Is capable of kindness but,
Only when it drowns those near,
Of shadowing his own career.
Mar 6, 2010
Mar 6, 2010 at 7:38 PM UTC
There’s you,
coming up to breathe
for but a few heartbeats
before returning to the
deep, where there’s none
other than those who
belong.
Oh, what a marvelous space,
inverted space to be exact,
to live and float while
still retaining our right to
drift, kick and scream
to noone else but us.
At several leagues I
heard a sound that gave
my neck a chill, but not
the kind that makes one small,
instead the kind that feeds
gigantism in the icy north’s
hadal spheres.
From there, the rest seem lightyears off,
and closely similar in kind and way,
but as you rise at speeds that would
give a man the bends, those waves
will wash away the frightened guppy
until only the brave and strong remain.
It’s a long way down for sure, to
those who couldn’t sense or feel
that rush of bubbling need for fresh
and clean sky in the lungs,
so now theirs hold about a
half dozen wet litres each,
the poor fools.
But what a sight it was to see,
to watch the whitecap gleam
above a newly capsized crew,
and presently neath the sun and
moon and stars at same time;
to hear the truest form of life
that came from both high and low;
now that was worth a second look,
or a third.
And there was I,
wading with my
smallest green lure
and bishaded buoy,
and nothing else was.
Jun 26, 2023
Jun 26, 2023 at 11:10 AM UTC
a carp said to a guppy
why are you so grumpy
and the guppy replied
sometimes feelings are hard
Blake was right.
hell in heaven's despair,
and heaven in hell's despite alright.
ah, said the carp.
whether it is they who should be considerate,
or you?
which do you think is better of the two?
let it go and you'll feel more at ease.
one can never do as they please.
with that parting sentence,
down went the guppy,
in darkness, surprise and fear
without a scream no one would hear
into the carp.
Finally, thought the carp,
The Guppy shut up.
Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 9:38 PM UTC
The Breeze Whispered Gently In My Ear,
"Shhh," It Said,"Mother Earth Is Here."
A Single Feather Dropped From Her Wing,
"Do Not Cry, She Gave You The Gift To Sing."
The Sun Smiled And Bombasticly Said,
"Mamma Earth Is Always Here To Clear Your Head."
Dew Drops Smiled On The Tips Of Wheat,
"She Still Thieves Though She Is Dressed In Concrete."
A Slate Blue Guppy Waved A Fragile Fin,
"Mother Earth Always Wins."
Waves Danced With The Invisible Arms Of The Moon,
"Please Return To Mamma Soon."
©SydneyVictoria Feb. 13 2013
Feb 13, 2013
Feb 13, 2013 at 8:16 AM UTC
I am trying to make you happy because I love you
and I don’t have fudge bars, your favorite
and I killed your fish because I forgot to change its water;
it was almost dead when you gave him to me anyway
but it was an accident
I’m sorry your stupid guppy died, it was his own fault.
Feb 6, 2011
Feb 6, 2011 at 3:30 PM UTC
*I watch your face
as you write
in the furrows of the brow,
see you and the
word-seeds being seized,
harvested,
prepared, ready-roasted
for sumptuous consumption
grimace and smile,
alternating currents,
grimace and smile,
ponderous pondering
chew each word,
flavor extracting,
does its taste fit,
is it only,
but,
perfect?
you get up, you sit,
you move about,
pretending, misleading,
purposed to be aimless
yet eyes squinting
betray
a fearsome full
concentration rapture,
a mind computing
the numerical quality of
words,
summing, subtracting,
solving for X
you employ technique,
formats, tools and aids,
thesaurus, dinosaurus, dictionary,
even pictionary
when
the guppy letters
swim spring river current fast,
little boy catch me fast run past,
cannot be caught and easy captured
why
do I watch
your face
as you write?
for there visaged,
is your truest work,*
you, your best poem
*what words you select
matters little to me,
t'is the struggles,
the blush of satisfactory,
the distempered white of
disillusionment,
of inspiration sought
but not found
all these dancers,
you choreograph
a word-ballet in three acts,
scheme a midsummer nights dream
upon the stage of your face
return the favor poet?
watch mine,
watch my face,
as I read your poem
and see thine own best
reflection
in teary eyes caught inside crows-feet,
pencil thin smile lines of fine wine whimsy,
in feet that airlift,
the contour of
who you are
and
think*
**You, Poet,
you are your best poem**
Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 11:08 PM UTC
But not Fish,
she'd say,
"Fish isn't damaged like the rest of us".
"I bought a lucky charm,
it's of a knitted fish,
because that's what you are,
my lucky little Fish"
"You're my kind little guppy"
"You're my protective piranha"
"Solitary Angel-Fish"
With all these names,
all this faith in me,
day after day
told
that I am their
"Lucky little Fish"
all because I'm not damaged.
Her forrest eyes looking into mine,
the admiration in her face,
the hint of hope in that stranger's,
at the mention
of my not being damaged.
"You're a quiet one, Fish,
but you're not damaged,
you're okay,
you're miraculous"
In that moment I felt guilty.
Thank you for believing that,
thank you for holding me high...
if only I could not lie to you.
I'd gotten so close to wanting to tell the world
no I'm not okay
No I haven't eaten today,
nor yesterday,
yes I'd like a hug
Yes I'd like to die.
But it's that faith
from those who are undoubtedly wounded
that tightens my binds.
I'm grateful
for the way they press into my skin,
holding everything in...
I needed that.
I needed that burst to regenerate
my need to keep quiet.
So I shall.
So I'll never stop.
I'll forever be your
"Lucky Little Fish"
Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 6:58 PM UTC
It's not fair, really.
I'm sorry
I can't stop the unending anxiety
It's not even your fault.
It's hers.
Much like those face books posts,
Damaged women who can't trust
The "crazy" women who refuse to trust.
I'm the same.
She killed the steadfast trust I used to have.
I'm a groundhog.
I poke my head out
scatter at the first sign of trouble
And hole up inside my head all alone.
I'm sorry.
I have these hard days
I have these days where it's hard to trust.
It's not your fault but you're stuck with me.
I'm trying so hard to change.
I'm a cat.
I thrive off of the affection of my person.
I'm skittish.
When I'm scared
I try and make myself look bigger.
This isn't me.
This isn't who I want to be
I wish I could take a knife
Stab this anxiety
Strangle these trust issues.
Free myself to love you without a single fear.
I'll keep dragging my feet
I'll keep checking my phone.
I hope you're having fun.
I hope I can relax today.
I'll keep my fears silent.
And
I'll work at trusting you more
I'm sorry I have these days of weakness.
It's not your fault.
I'm a guppy
In a lake of anxiety sharks
It's feeding time
And here comes their attack.
Aug 16, 2015
Aug 16, 2015 at 3:19 PM UTC
gargle guppy bladders in the saline of your tears
be the punchline of all joking any time you chance to hear
may your days of life be long and restless
may your nights be short and hard
may the cycle of your suffering become your holy lord
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 7:46 PM UTC
"the guppy letters,
swim spring river current fast,
like little boys catch me fast who run past,
they cannot be caught and easy captured"
From "You, Your Best Poem"
~~~
the duo of little boys in my life,
a small percentage of my size,
yet,
somehow they are
Superman~adept
at getting past my grasp
just when I need to
precision tool them,
hug them air tight,
way way beyond just right,
conspiratorially whispering our
Socrates secrets
I cannot capture them,
for they caught me
a priori,
from the very inception of our
commonality starting line
yet when little boys hide and go seeking,
their diminution is ammunition
for their evasion and disappearance
from mine eyes
that lust for their touch,
their-skin-so-soft-it's-a-miracle
but persistence is an adult failing,
seek and ye shall find little boys,
giggling their passwords
under dining room tables,
the ceiling skies of the top bunk bed,
safe house places of young boys
take them home,
for a life-in-prison,
in the prison of a
adult's love for little men,
discontented by their never ending
growing up,
serial escape attempts
as they grow up,
and I grow down,
think that some day,
I will require
these skilled speedsters
(and their associated older sisters)
to
*"little boys catch me fast"*
happy in the knowing
that they,
now, trained so well
in the art of hugging,
will catch and capture
me
yet again
when I need it most
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 10:17 PM UTC
Sometimes I feel invisible.
My surroundings consist of barrier reefs
And schools of exotic fish.
I am just a guppy in saltwater.
Out of place and out of mind.
And yet visible and more than often declined.
Where do I belong?
In freshwater or the sea?
Why must life be so hard for a saltwater guppy like me?
Mar 26, 2019
Mar 26, 2019 at 10:42 PM UTC
I searched the air
that circles tree branches
in December.
I knew within if I
could take that air
I would breathe forever.
I searched the water
that is swept back
by the swing of a
guppy’s tail, so tiny
that no one noticed.
I wanted to drink it
when it broke the stillness
of a trapped pool.
What I needed was
so small that
I didn’t notice it myself.
That one drop
of condensation that
hung from my window.
That one speck of dust
that rose when I
picked up my pen.
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 12:29 AM UTC
Flounder.
Flounder?
I am floundering to write something
Something of worth
A flounder is a fish
And Ariel's best friend
But Flounder isn't a flounder in the movie
Or the television series
What IS he?
Ariel calls him a guppy when he's scared
Or trying to stay locked in his comfort zone
there!
I've abandoned my comfort zone recently
No.
My shell was forcefully removed
In part by my own hand
But mostly not
It was painful
It still is painful
But here I am
And I tied myself into the poem
I did it
Did I?
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 10:08 PM UTC
[Young Male Voice....inebriated, perhaps]
Slit of the tongue Frush guppy !
I sped to you today
So-nah
To treat you to a working meal and...
You’re not there !
You remained a way yonder
Sense-able to my.... me
but too.... mirage n’ fragrant for any talk
this side of miz..mizcomunication
Stay thus sway !
I’ve decided
Is decried
Please...and I’ll love you
as just what I can imagine you to be
...uh..so, yeah...see you tomorrow maybe
Agunda! AGUNGDA !
- voice out man
Aug 15, 2019
Aug 15, 2019 at 7:43 PM UTC
Anne-Marie Roarlingson.
Sat doing, as she always did.
On Thursday’s.
The thing she most like to do.
Eating chips, from out of old newspaper.
Tom Roarlingson.
Smiled at her.
And carried on feeding his guppy’s.
Look Anne he exclaimed.
The tail on this one must be a mile long.
He was wrong, as he always was.
It was only 2 inches.
Anne-Marie Roarlingson.
Died that year, and when the Doctors where ask why.
It turn out the Thursday ritual had killed her.
Tom Roarlingson.
Started to neglect his guppy’s.
As a man he knew, he was nothing without her.
In a fit one night, he dipped all the guppy’s in batter.
Then fried them up... You...Know...He...Did...Not...Have. THE HEART TO EAT THEM !!!
Feb 21, 2012
Feb 21, 2012 at 4:38 PM UTC
They'll say “there's plenty other fish in the sea”
But he was a shark
And I was a guppy
He had swallowed me whole
and spat me back out
Now I am floating around
Lifelessly
And the 'sea' that I swim?
It's a load of old crap
I'm too far away from the shore
and the ocean's way too large to explore
Especially now I'm on my own
With only the company of my tears
Instead, I will be engulfed by ******** comfort
from my worrying peers
Whilst I dangle my legs numbly off of the pier
Bottle in hand and him on my mind
with pain tingling up from my spine
They'll say “move on” and “give it time”
but time seems to not be on my side
for it moves too painfully slow
I only feel good when I'm not awake
When I'm in public I fear I might break
I can't look people in the eye
It's not because I'm shy
But because I am scared they will see what is swimming inside
Those waves in my stomach
that make me feel queasy
always find their way to the surface, ever so easy
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 6:17 PM UTC
Yeah I said it, and meant it
All those snakes, phony *** fakes
Think what you want about me
Lames don't phase me, trying to frame me
I possess game in me, I know who I am
Trying to blame me, fool I'll school you
Buster, I'll splatter you like muster,
Grill you like pollo loco, fry that *** up
Punk you too far behind, catch up
You blinded, folding over money & hoes
Putting ******* over bro's
Living on the down low,
I'm like a river flow, quick to move
Gangster boogie, you're a little too slow
Take their word my love, believe the lie
I won't stand here explaining why I'm right
I'm not gonna waste my time to fight
A deceiver, non believer, I'm the grim reaper
Put them teeth to work punk ******
Put up or shut up, knuckle up & buckle up
You ain't ready, I'm scary like freddy
I'll slice your dome like jason, silly mason
I'm the king pin of this ******* ring
Scorpion king, lethal poison when I sting
So put down your fruity glitter bling bling
Cuz I'm coming out to swing, do my thing
When it cracks all hell will meet my grin
Take them on a rollercoaster spin
Facing me you could never win
I'm the struggle, violence, despise & rejection
Virus injection, true love's my protection
Ignorance kills your mind, guppy
I naturally shine, taking what's mine
All the time, staying on my grind
You don't love me, I'm a changed man
But you still don't understand, thanks
For letting me know, now I know
You been lying to me, wow I'm surprised
When you blind yourself can't foresee
Men I can't believe what I just read
I'm surrounded by demons, spiritual alter
No way I'm falling off, cowards die thousand Deaths, you really disappointed me
To the fullest, you're not awake
Holding back, cuz they talking smack
You put them over me, okay let it be
You're lost...
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 10:54 PM UTC
i dive into the water
being the fish that i am
i swim and swim underwater
to drown the demons inside of my head
i hear laughing
its just a joke
they snicker
woah she's a good actress
she actually looks dead
as they poke and push
to make me come up
the snicker more
an insult
some teasing
pushed her over the edge
she said goodbye when she jumped in
they roll her over
her lips blue
her skin cold
her soul has left her body
they cry
they shake her
she couldn't take it anymore
as she was yelping and crying
stop stop stop
while the others slept happily
they didn't see her suffer
nor did they care
the world's bravest guppy
never got to turn into a shark
she just jumped
swam
and died
doing what she loved most
at an extreme
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 2:41 PM UTC
Strangled
Mangled
Broken inside
Shattered
Battered
It no longer matters
Frightened
No hope on the horizon
Lost puppy
Stupid guppy
Should have known
I was owned
With a necklace
For a collar
Mentally abusive
So intrusive
Take my love
End me with a violent shove
**** me now
The pain is poison
Give me back
My self control
My confidence
My worth
I don't want to be
Your little puppy dog
Your stupid puppet
Your stupid doll
I'm worthless now
Because of you
I really don't know what to do
I hear your voice
I see your face
Then I'm frozen in my place
Give me back
My self control
And everything you have taken
From my soul
Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 11:45 AM UTC
Oh, my big black puppy
Your tail moves faster than a guppy
And you put up with things we do
Like when we try to bathe you
We got you quite some years ago
And wow, you really did grow
And I love you, you hyper furball
Shedding, barking, annoyance and all
Oct 24, 2016
Oct 24, 2016 at 5:48 PM UTC
Little upstart, young showboat
Lots of bluster full of gloat,
Been there minutes, thinks he knows,
Blind ambition and it shows.
They say he's bright and tough to boot,
Compared to me, now that's a hoot,
What's Yale and Harvard, simply names,
The constant ones he repeatedly proclaims.
As to the Navy, are we to be impressed,
He only served so he'd be thought best dressed;
The lawyer bit, now that brings on a shiver,
The very thought entwines my liver.
Now as to his wife,
I will admit she's rather nice,
But then let's pause to look at mine,
And tell me if she doesn't her outshine.
So there's no doubt whichever way you cut it,
I Trump this kid with character and wit,
He may be smart, but I'm the stable Genius,
Him all hot air, with me my smarts are intravenous.
As I ponder how I should react,
Knowing I’m the very best at tact,
I thought I'd stick to what I do so well,
While he drones on, I'll just my winning vision sell.
America needs me, not some kid wet behind the ears,
Whose monotone delivery brings us all to sleepy tears,
With me you get that vibrant lively spark
The choice quite clear, a Guppy or a Shark?
May 26, 2023
May 26, 2023 at 11:50 AM UTC