A cabin that had once been white
Stood, peeled, on the shore of Carthage.
Looking like a tipsy scarfaced knight-
Eyes shut to Dionysian carnage.
A pack of lost dogs roamed around it,
Their pangs of want they sought to manage.

The lone cabin stood on the wrinkled sand,
Like a young tree on Shott el Jerid's* white pale
Whom the white monster forced to speak with the hand:
“Basta, no stubborn resistance from me will avail.”

The fuming sun displayed his festival of fear
Over dogs who could handle their thirst no more;
While the salt has now made its white task clear:
Gnawing the sapling and gnawing evermore
Till the sole mark on the Shott shall disappear.

Now the poet who has only half-chosen the vision
Half not knowing what to do, tried to listen
To the trickle of his one obstinate cheer
Oozing through the new orange laptop,
He had purchased from a japanese peer.

(c) LazharBouazzi

A cabin that had once been white
Stood, peeled, on the shore of Carthage.
It looked like a drunken scarfaced knight -
Eyes shut to Dionysian carnage.
A pack of lost dogs roamed around it,
Their pangs of want they sought to manage.

The lone cabin stood on the wrinkled sand
Like a young tree on Shott el Jerid's* white pale
Whom the white monster forced to speak with the hand:
“Basta, no stubborn resistance from me will avail.”

The fuming sun displayed his festival of fear
Over dogs who could handle their thirst no more;
While the salt has now made its white task clear:
Gnawing the sapling and gnawing evermore
Until the only mark on the Shott will disappear.

And the poet who has only half-chosen the vision
Half not knowing what to do, tried to listen
To the trickle of his obstinate, patient cheer
Oozing through the new orange laptop,
He had purchased from a Chinese peer.

(c) LazharBouazzi, August 10, 2016.

It was nineteen and ten when me pa came ashore
after a stint in the Navy see'n the world
took me and placed me atop of his knee
asked me to listen oh so closely

Ill never no never return to the sea,
this me pa told unto me.

War broke out and what do you know
me pa went a sailing till the war t'was done
and when he returned nad reclaimed his days

Ill never no never return to the sea,
this me pa told unto me.

Next thing you know his scotch it ran dry
and all of the honey *** from the canary isles
so up went me pa back to the sea
to refill his liquor with shipping for free
then he returned and reclaimed his days.

Ill never no never return to the sea,
this me pa told unto me.

A dream cruise came up and me pa up'n flew
to see all the wonders of the wide wold
and kiss more'n a few girls.
He came back with tales of sphinxes and minxes
and the fjords up in Norway
and the nations at parley
shott he saw it all even that far off great wall
until he returned and reclaimed his days.

Ill never no never return to the sea,
this me pa told unto me.

Wouldn't you know me pa grew right bored
he'd read all to read and heard all to hear
so up to the waves did he suddenly steer
next thing we know those waves were his home
as the *** and the *** had attacked out the blue
by then id grown tall but a lesson id learned
for id never no never to the sea be returned
in taking up arms I took to the air
dealing reproof from my Corsair.

Then I could say with a wink and a smile,
Ill never no never return to the sea,
just as me pa told unto me.

i must begin
i have to begin
i wil begin
i had 2\
i havv 2
i know i want 2
guess what i have begin
already
as such as much as i can
will give it my best shott