Arataikii Aug 2014

It's early,
And yet I see the faint glimmer of the future,
It's undulating just over the horizon like a sea cow;
Adorable and ignorant.
A heavy beast, capable of violence,
And in need of protection.
I hope I have the strength.

Auroleus Aug 2012

Fat and disgusting,
the manatee eats and shits
with endangered grace.

Choreographed fits
awaken society
to its slow decline.

Politicians race
to win the seat but forget
how to act like men.

Why isn't there a
sociopath filter built
into the system?

Andrei Aug 2010

The shouting face of the sea
Ravages rocks on the toes of the beach
Seashells glued to glass
laminate the reflecting rays of the baking sun  
A pebble preaches to a mountain
Underneath an electric dream
Galvanize my heart,
It needs a jump-start
Stuck in a frozen tundra of fallacy
Chasing broken tragedies
I told her
I tried
Nothing seems to change the mind
So I guess I’ll have to lie
Praying a lion’s smile
captures her immaculate eyes
But my summer’s luck lacks the ability to clear cloudy skies
Now I am alone in a misty meadow
With taciturn trees
Yet you were like the warm belly of a manatee
And I was a calloused heart  hoping for a remedy

James Shasha May 2010

Exploring unforseen frontiers,
the Basil Confederate meets
a prayer called Monday.
Huddle your anticipation,
my Manatee is growing restless

a New Revolution Poem
Dream Weaver Aug 2012

You stop what you are saying
as you stare at me...
You then say, "Well,
what of Humanity?"

My eyes go wide
as I reply, "Why?"
You say back to me,
"Because."

"OH! It's a manatee."

Rajat Narula Jun 2012

The golden grove swayed invitingly
Quietly goading the furry Squirrel
Into its sun kissed lair
Even as the Butterfly danced rings
Around its twitching nose and whispered
Of emerald leaves, until a honey laced gust
Merrily carried it to its home in the hills away.
The carefree Squirrel then pranced from pebble
To earth and earth to rock till the lusty Ladybird
Newly engendered, leaped on its swishing tail
And throatily sang of the passion in the hearts
Of blueberries, ripe as they be in spring
Before the steadfast Squirrel with a hasty dash
Flung her onto the Manatee instead.
Hurrying from branch to branch the anxious
Squirrel now flew past the restful Owl and in its
Haste to exit these worrisome groves
Rent its gleaming hide but carried on
Without wavering, its angelic face a
Picture of consternation while its melting eyes
Shone with joy and pride.
Finally slowing down, the shy Squirrel circled
The pristine pond, twittering to itself
When suddenly the myrtle bushes parted and out
Popped a Doe-Squirrel, cheeks flushed with
Adoration, and then the stars grew brighter
Carefully swallowing their passion, while I,
Solitary Reaper, still searched for my love in the woods.

Brandon Amberger Aug 2015

Internal Corruption
A ticking time bomb for a disastrous eruption
An endless tug-of-war
Your mind your body can’t handle this anymore
Swaying back and forth
Back and forth
Near your last gasp
There’s something to grasp
Your last bit of sanity
Like a calm plump manatee
It lays there firm
A foundation now can be set for the long term

Creepstar Jan 2016

Rationality
means not loosing sanity
to vanity
But yours can damage me
So as it be
I'll travel to the sea
And start a life as a manatee
Insanity
has found a new degree
Perfect memory I can see
You face so gracious perfectly
As I let go of reality
Who doesn't love LSD?
In a tree
As they trip veraciously

William Keckler Nov 2014

My own fate is now rather like
the reflection of recycling recycling
in the something something.
No, my own fate is now
much more than rather like
the reflection of myself reclining
in this warm bathtub of poetry,
a peaceful, rather bland manatee,
a Renaissance reflection I can see
in the convex sides of silverplate fish,
salt and pepper shakers
with sooted Empire State Buildings
on their little globous bellies,
some touristy things from the 1940s.
"What are they doing in a bathroom?"
you might ask, but don't.
Reflecting.
I just told you.
What did I just say?
Anyway, I'm in there, left and right
like two broken eyes,
except they're weird fish
and they are kissing.

Marty S Dalton Apr 2013

There are not enough
   poems about manatees
If you are interested in human
   rights being kicked like a dog
   and justice being dragged
   through mud, you can find it
If you are interested in love
   that aches with a “burning
   heart” or a “bleeding soul”
   you can find it
If you are interested in death
   that holds out its hand
   to you like relief, or takes
   one too early, you can find it
But where, I ask, do you find
   a badger in a turtleneck?
Or a cup of coffee that doesn’t
   sound so self important?    
If you’re interested in the
   ocean or the sea or maybe
   a single “crushing wave
   of emotion,” you can find it
If you’re interested in God
  dying to save you, or God
  abandoning you to the darkness
  you can find it
If you’re interested in athletics—
   especially running towards
   dreams and horizons—and
   losing and winning, you can find it
But where, I ask, do you find
   a good left-handed centipede?
Or a wonderful, ice cold beer that
   doesn’t turn into alcoholism?
If you want to find a poem about
   how the “gray rain spills from
   the clouds like the pain”
   you can find it
If you don’t want to find a poem
   about rain you’ll still find it
   (cause those rain poems
   are everywhere)
If you’re looking for a poem
   about regret and forgiveness
   and cruel mercy making false    
   promises, you can find it
But where, I ask, do you find
   a barbarian ballerina?
Or a cigarette whose smoke doesn’t
   outline the shadows of a lost soul?  
Show me these things, show me
   a fat manatee, and I will finally
   take a deep breath and smile

Clem C Sep 2013

I toss,

I turn,

Spirits lift,

only to crash and burn,

I would change

to de-spare

if I had any,

more than none.

Why are there people
who get angry and
foist a will,
an unkind will
on others till
they break and break
like fine china on a porcelain tile floor?

drama and conflict are enough and
of this world,
blood stained words
are hurled,
I hope they never make it to my place
of fantasy, where I write in peace holding still
like a manatee in the sea,
thank you, hello poetry.

If someone needs this time and space,
to unload the life that weighs them
down or drags them into the streets,
kicking and screaming as the part
that goes streaming by is the very
reason they hide their eyes in public
or slump into their seat as the verbal
or text abuse, puts nails in the hope
which waits in escape, just beyond
their fingertips and barbed wire voices...

but as for me, so isolated

I may not always rhyme
I may not have the right prose,
my surreal images might raise
an eyebrow, and my as
and like may need a metamorphoses,
to even be a metaphor,
but through all of you here
I get to visit a different shore
each time I open up a poem,
even if I don't know your name,
or maybe even who you really are.

I am glad you let me care.



©ClemC092013

Any political scientist(s), or other debaters, be at peace, the world has enough war, it does not belong here.
Star Gazer Mar 2016

I've always been poisoned at the words of people
Living in a world stuck between lesser evils
They told me I was unlovable for humanity
They would address me as 'you manatee'
And I just started believing that I was unlovable.

Unlovable is another name for a soul
Who will slowly and surely roam alone
Unlovable just means ugly, fat and pathetic.
And I agree with you all,
        I am unlovable...

PJ Poesy Nov 2015

She's so casual squishy,
that Velda Tautginas. Lithuanians
have the strangest names
but damn can they cook. Fine
figured woman too. That Marius
is sure a lucky man. I don't know
how he keeps the pounds off.
If someone was cooking me
kugel like that, I'd be fat as a
manatee. Gettin' close though.

Shoulda never moved to Florida.
It's so damn sticky, I can't bear
to leave the air conditioning. Still,
Id've never met the Tautginas
had I not moved to St. Pete's. Guess
I oughta get a treadmill or
one of them there Beachbody
workout videos. Hell Marius tells me
Velda's sister is recently widowed
and is moving here from Newark.
Bet she knows how to make,
kugel like that.

As they say, " life is stranger than fiction." In this case, fiction wins.
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