"snorkeling" poems
I imagine myself with you, M.
I can see myself, happy with you.
I can picture us on our first date,
laughing so hard we hold onto each other for support.
I can picture us walking together,
admiring all the local shops and galleries our town has to offer.
I can picture us holding hands,
and you holding me as we gaze out at sea.
I can picture us snorkeling together,
and how you'll laugh when I inevitably breathe in the ocean.
I can picture us kissing for the first time,
how our eyes will meet,
and how our hearts will explode with excitement.
I can picture us kissing,
and how our bodies will melt into one.
I can picture myself falling asleep next to you,
and how peaceful I will feel when I wake up beside you.
Most importantly,
I can picture myself falling in love with you.
How wonderful life will be with you to share it with.
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 1:07 AM UTC
Squeeze your feet into synthetic fins.
See the world in big rubbery lenses.
Don’t forget the snorkel, of course! Bite tight.
Hobble to the shore,
Where the two worlds meet.
The sea splashes gently on the sand.
It hurls itself forward
And then recedes back.
Its motions are like gestures,
Telling you to draw close
And closer.
Its peaceful surface is an invitation itself,
Painted blue and glittered with sunshine.
Accept the invitation with gladness.
Don't be afraid!
Let the briny waters embrace you.
Let the cold tickle your skin.
Let the waves rock you back and forth.
You have entered a grand ballroom
Illuminated with a majestic chandelier of refracting sunlight.
The colorful corals with shapes of mounds, disks, and crowns,
Sway with the rhythm of the current.
The fishes dance around and about,
Each beaded with scales of various vibrant colors.
And then the reef ends.
The colors abruptly plunge into a black abyss.
Look down and allow yourself to be
Filled with fear, terror,
Or maybe
Insatiable curiosity.
Now let that curiosity stir discontentment in you:
Discontentment with snorkeling.
Let it ignite a craving for
More thrill, more wonder.
It's time to go deep sea diving.
Oct 30, 2013
Oct 30, 2013 at 10:28 AM UTC
Hi, I'm going to snorkel and dive
It's going to be pretty fun
and maybe sometime you can too
and practice
where you want to practice snorkeling.
So you put a mask on and you have a tank
and you want your snorkel to be under water
and then you can breathe with the snorkel
with water.
Sometimes you'll see sunken treasures
and sometimes you won't.
Because sunken treasures can be
already found.
If you found the treasure map
at the bottom, and then it would
show you the name of the place
and then you'll know where it is.
But then pirates go to very nice lands.
Jul 11, 2012
Jul 11, 2012 at 9:56 PM UTC
Sittin’ on the beach, in Cancun
Suns overhead it, must be noon
Don’t really know ain't been to sleep
My souls on ice, I guess it’ll keep
My Costa’s are filtering out the sun
I seem to be suffering from too much fun
Only one cure, I need another drink
Maybe then my clouded brain can think
Summer time in old Mexico
Have a good time when we go
Drinking and smoking and having fun
Swimming and snorkeling, soaking up the sun
Bikini clad waitress, strolls the line
Cuba Libre please, don’t forget the lime
Swaying cheeks, a pleasure to see
Maybe later on, just her and me
I can’t wait, slowly follow to the bar
Panama hat and a Cuban Cigar
Strolling along, while I watch her sway
Can only imagine, if I had my way
Summer time in old Mexico
Have a good time when we go
Drinking and smoking and having fun
Swimming and snorkeling, soaking up the sun
Puffing smoke, we arrive at the bar
The bartender winks, I stuff a tip in her jar
Hands me my drink, I squeeze the lime
Having so much fun it’s bound to be a crime
Mexican girls and ******* tourists
Equal opportunity, hey! I’m no purist
Seeing the sights, and doing well
Summer beach, and I'm feeling swell
Yeah, summer beach, im'a feelin' swell
feelin' swell....
Aaaaaaarrrriiiiibaaaaa
Sep 17, 2016
Sep 17, 2016 at 10:52 PM UTC
i imagine myself with you, b.
i can see myself, happy with you.
i can picture us on our first date,
laughing so hard we hold onto each other for support.
i can picture us walking together,
admiring all the local shops and galleries the town has to offer.
i can picture us holding hands,
and you holding me as we gaze out at sea.
i can picture us snorkeling together,
and how you'll laugh when i inevitably breathe in the ocean.
i can picture us kissing for the first time,
how our eyes will meet,
and how our hearts will explode with excitement.
i can picture us kissing,
and how our bodies will melt into one.
i can picture myself falling asleep next to you,
and how peaceful i will feel when i wake up beside you.
but,
most importantly,
i can picture myself falling in love with you.
truely.
so let’s break the distance.
oh, how wonderful life will be with you.
Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019 at 4:59 AM UTC
I was snorkeling in the Galapagos
surrounded by diving *******
when some fun friendly angels
visited, they had flippers not wings
and flapped and glided
streamlined through the ocean
on their backs, sides and fronts
They were curious
about me, this goggled wide-eyed beast
and would come so close
I could see their bright eyes and whiskers
I thought they would collide
but at the last second they would downwards swoop
I was in heaven at this communion
Suddenly I saw from the corner of my eye
a massive grey giant crash into the water
I front crawled away like a man possessed
The bull was probably jealous of my dalliance
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 1:38 PM UTC
The west wind blows
white with snow
pushing the new mom
with her new babe
in a new pram
I looked over
and all I could see
was a blue hat
and a blue blankie
with a pink nose
in the middle
snorkeling up
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 4:27 PM UTC
i would never ask
and you may never tell,
but do you ever see that
dream of us in Mexico?
it's okay. it's okay. it's ok.
you don't have to answer.
just hush now and say
something sweet to me
inside of your head.
Tell me dear tell me
do you still see us
at the Louvre, in the rain?
is it me standing there
or is it someone else?
how do his hands feel?
how does his voice peal?
does his fragrance waft
away from his skin and
tickle the ***** minora?
does he wash his sheets
every four or five weeks
to keep the lonely facade in tact?
does he live on a staple of
beer and roast beast,
an occasional moonshine
when the mood strikes him just?
does he torture himself senselessly,
incessantly, bridging the neurons
to find he's forgotten it all?
... does he love Cherry Coke?
no.
he isn't there with you is he?
it's somebody else. somebody
with yellow hair to his shoulders
and bright shining blue eyes:
the kind of eyes that tend to
outshine you, and all the
things you convinced us
you've got going for you.
the kind of eyes that seep charity.
oh, is he there with you when
you're snorkeling in the Maldives
and you realize that you've gone
just a bit too far underwater...
you're very deep when you
well know you shouldn't be.
then tell me: what happens?
you are found and swept,
carried and rescued until
BOOM! You breach the veneer
and there are all your friends
looking down at you, thinking:
"thank the Lord our Savior for
Titus Arnold Masters McMajor."
but love please love oh love,
tell me who you really see.
touch your lips and swear to me
that it isn't the mediocre man
who doesn't spring to your mind.
both of you without a stitch,
floating abreast and prone:
skeletons in the Dead Sea.
Jul 20, 2017
Jul 20, 2017 at 5:44 PM UTC
Bleeding eclipse splatters anguish, scorching frozen terrain
Reservoir transmits despair, vaporizing humid remains
Noxious fumes plague ventilation, incinerating methane mutilates
Inhumane detonations ignite smog, dismembering shrapnel decimates
Bombardments stimulate hallucinations, assailants discharge magazines
Incendiaries barrage trenches, vulnerability flourishes disease
Artilleries eject carnage, atrocious quarantine impedes retreat
Projectiles massacre infantry, heinous airstrike parries deceit
Howitzer impersonates tempest, kamikaze technique revealed
Nautical battleships converge, perilous adversaries concealed
Submarines launch torpedoes, oblivious warships sealed doom
Submersed submersibles clash, claustrophobic vessels entomb
Drowning agony crushes depths, forsaken lagoon transforms necropolis
Aquatic daemons consume decrepit, infernal torment surrenders providence
Condemned mortals cauterize compassion, genocide exterminates consciousness
Snorkeling corpses mound topside, eradicated infestation forfeited holocaust
May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 8:26 PM UTC
For all of my coastie dad's wisdom
My summers spent learning to sail
My affinity for swimming since I was three
The countless snorkeling trips
The hours spent in canoes and kayaks
The trips paddle boarding and whitewater rafting
Somehow
I'm still petrified
By the rushing numbered current
Of a digital stream
May 9, 2017
May 9, 2017 at 10:22 PM UTC
Magic memories, Sweet, of you
Who swam with me in oceans, blue.
Swam in deep green grottos warm
Where minnows, brightly painted, swarmed.
We plunged down, deep, to coral beds
To sway with tidal seaweed, red
And conger eels’ ferocious teethed
Now bared… then recoiled back to reef.
Squads of barracuda dashed
Around us, close, in silver flash,
Threatening with long gnashing teeth
Invoking stone cold fear, bequeathed.
Yet hovering, in deep crystal clear
Enraptured and entranced, endeared,
As giant kelp in columns, swayed
And stingrays in battalions, played.
Long grey shark then menaced bye
Ogling us with plate sized eye.
Time, I thought, to swim for shore
Where hot white sands… enticed us more.
M.
Great Barrier Reef
January 1968
Apr 18, 2020
Apr 18, 2020 at 4:49 AM UTC
Further in the calm sea
Sailing with the waves
That's where I wanna be
Snorkeling near the caves
Free from delusions
Away from parasites
Disappearing with illusions
My emotions just fights
Sitting in my small room
Feeling the sail gusts
Rowing out of this doom
In the sea of fine lust
From the broken window
I stretch out my hands
To capture the wild sea
But my desire just ends
Some locked out and away
In a depression center
Here, I normally spend my day
As soon as I enter
Patients of all kind
Recovering from depression
Some out of their mind
It has now become my passion
In and out of voluntary shifts
A bit tedious place to be
But soon my role just fits
When I see the calm sea...
©sim
Aug 17, 2017
Aug 17, 2017 at 2:59 AM UTC
We should respect all wildlife,
Avoid going too near to a bear,
Because such closeness,
Is not adored even by a wife.
Give them their space,
Give them their privacy,
Give them their independence,
And don't endorse poachers.
Give them their respect,
Give them their secrecy,
Give them their homes,
And don't disturb their abodes.
Those who don't do that end up like:
Steve Irwin (2006) – Died when a Stingray barbed him to the heart
Cayetano Herrara (2017) – Killed by a jaguar while filming a documentary
Bradley Richard (2011) – Killed by a saltwater crocodile while snorkeling
Ben Nugent (2011) - Killed by a shark while surfing
Paul Rosolie (survived, but had a close call) - Almost killed by an anaconda while filming a documentary
Timothy Treadwell (2003) - Killed by a bear while filming a documentary
Even pet animals can **** you,
Stay alert, because this list is not exhaustive.
Please note that this is not an exhaustive list, and there may be other wildlife professionals who have lost their lives while working in the field.
Mar 2, 2025
Mar 2, 2025 at 11:18 AM UTC
And I thought ,
What best gift I could give my grandsons to remember me by,
As I live in Tanzania I invited them to climb Mt Kilimanjaro,
The highest mountain in Africa,
They scaled up to Uhuru Peak at 5895 meters and back to Horombo camp in just four days.
They said it was an awesome experience.
Tomorrow I will send them to Zanzibar,
Their grandfathers birthplace,
To enjoy its beautiful white beaches,
Jet skiing, snorkeling, and swimming with the dolphins,
Not to forget Old Stone Town, with its Arab and kiswahili culture,
Narrow alleys,
A must to spend the evening at Forodhani ,
And enjoy its foodstalls.
28/7/2024
Jul 28, 2024
Jul 28, 2024 at 4:06 PM UTC