Poem of 2024

fanciful thought
... I don't dive or swim. It would've been nice to see them in action.

In a garden deep in the sea within
there, the corals are blooming
in the soft filtered light
fish swims in patterned shoals

two rainbow fish live together
their scales all colours that glitter
among the garden of corals on seabed
happy snuggles on thier coral bed

In the garden seaweed sways
rainbow fish happy all their days
in their coral garden in ocean blue
two hearts beat together forever true

the coral planting is one of their conservation efforts against coral deterioration due to fish bombing and other human factors
https://youtu.be/b4lGD61ulbQ?si=KC7_kAIPLzpb6ZAN

Clown Fish 🤡🐠

He's here again! The Clown's still hanging round,
but now he's gone all finny with a tail,
and while she's standing there on sandy ground,
he's swimming in the water with the Whale,
and looking at his girl upon the sand –
who's left her footprints deep upon his shore! –
still hoping that she'll get to understand
he thinks the whole wet world of her and more.
Alas, she has no eyes for Clowny fish;
she's built a reef to keep them all away,
and though it is his very dearest wish
he knows she'll never swim with him and stay.
But, still, he'll keep on swimming in her stream,
for even Clowny Fish can smile and dream. 🙃

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Sandy Sure 🏝️

The Blue-Sand Girl has sandy toes today,
and sandy hair and sandy ears as well.
Her face is sandy, too, she has to say –
she's total sand, as far as I can tell!
She's taking photographs for them and me,
and strolling round her heaven of a beach;
but stopping now and then to drink iced tea,
while looking lovely as a pretty peach.
I must confess to thinking jealously
of long hot happy days beneath the sun,
because it's raining here most miserably
and dark November days are grim and glum.
My day would brighten, though, be free from care,
if I were on that sunny beach with her. 🙃

🏝️☀️🐬


https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=otOcsjoa63k&pp=ygUTdHJ1ZSBzcGFuZGF1IGx5cmljcw%3D%3D

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You don't swim? If we were on a beach, I'd pick you up and chuck you in. You'd soon learn. 🙃

(Well, you are on holiday, so I'm hoping the little bit of gentle flirtation in the two poems above is permitted without you getting cross🙃🐟)

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Blue
...not on a holiday..sigh..
I'm doing a write up on conservation and tourism impact

thrown into the sea
would be the end of me
I'm neither a cork
nor a buoy

I'd  float down to the seabed
and end up quite dead
I'd be food for the fish
the octopus and cuttlefish

so don't throw me in I pray
let me on land stay


I am a bit sunburnt
but all okay otherwise...so how was your day?
https://youtu.be/TdrL3QxjyVw?si=rF5LnRBPm5C93K80

She asks him how his day went,
or
'I don't want to go, Mum!' ☹️

So, now the party games are put away,
the summer fun is just a memory,
and all that's left is doom and gloom for me –
the hateful new School Term begins today!
Relentless toil – alas! – is here to stay
until December comes and Christmas break,
but till that blesséd time I have the ache
of work. To rise at dawn, so cold and bleak,
to face the long and awful child-filled week
is grim indeed, I’ve learned, make no mistake.

☹️

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=HrxX9TBj2zY&pp=ygUgYW5vdGhlciBicmljayBpbiB0aGUgd2FsbCBwYXJ0IDI%3D

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OK, I won't throw you in. 🙃🐬

The poem above is one that I wrote in the summer. I've adapted it a bit for this post, hence the chronological creak in the second line.🙃 I've not long come home – 6.30pm now. Still, a grim today of punching children is followed by a Friday night with the weekend ahead, so the corners of my mouth are once again in the ascendent. 🙃

You're getting paid for going to an island paradise and writing a report? Oooh! Now I'm doubly jealous. If you go again, bung down a PA on your expenses and I'll come with you. 🏝️🙃 How's your investigation going? Have you found the impact of tourism on the environment to be at all significant? I remember you mentioned the coral. ☹️

Just by the by, I'm also on DU now as jonesy333, just in case. 🕵️‍♂️

Always wear your hat ☀️👒☀️

Smiles 🙃

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Multiples
...wow. so what does jonesy333 do? I once had a multiple but I became single again. I couldn't manage one let alone two personalities. Each to each own I suppose. Send my best regards

so he walked the plank
and took the change
plunging into the sea
landing on the sand

he didn't understand
why it was over so fast
the smile the kiss
and the fare thee well

he recovered in the tropical storm
carried by his golden girl
towards ecstacy like a dream
dancing and swinging in the hurricane

it was love actually...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dSeAXwh031Q

Crapulous

A spoon of golden marmalade,
a big thick slice of toast,
a cup of tea like mama made
is what he likes the most

to settle stomach, stop the pain
of bangingthrobbinghead,
to make him feel alive again,
to stop him feeling dead ...

Hooray! Once more it's done the trick!
The ache has gone away,
and now no longer he feels sick
he's fit to face the day. 🙃

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Just a poem☝️. No idea where it came from. 🙃🥃

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=bVh4GeEATcw&pp=ygUVc29uZ3MgYWJvdXQgaGFuZ292ZXJz

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jonesy333's not going to be doing anything. Perhaps if I ever write any free verse – which I find difficult, to say the least😬 – the inevitably appalling result will end up on his page, to avoid bringing disgrace and dishonour on poor old ajay's head, bless him. 🙃

What name did you choose for your other identity, if it's not a secret? 🕵️‍♂️🙃

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