Antelope the interloper
Antelope interloper
Cant elope, though
Just a joker
Only jumping through:
An anti lover
Aunty Lope
leaves Uncle Saunter
Uncle now an anti loper
Telo-pathic antics
up the ante
Its fruitless
Cant elope
Just a joker
Antelope a loner
Ok try out this one, it may be easier to swallow...
Swimming from Rangitoto Unit 5, Exercise 1
Last of March, on the calender for months
Collecting apprehension there
Boat with swimmers purring, creasing the channel
Absorbing my uneasy breaths
I watching waves while the winged watch me.
Itching to be anywhere else
I stare down the unapologetic water
Disembark on a symmetrical isle
Under dressed, uncomfortable, unctuous and ambling
Bullhorn rips release, causing cringe
Seven hundred swimmers surge to settle the score with ambition
Obvious opponents:
Fear, ferocious fish, stinging fronds, freakish fantasies.
Stroking and breathing, breathing and stroking
Forgetting and remembering, again and again
Getting lost and finding
The distant cliffs that mark the other side
Tiny swimmers on jaded sea
Mental toil turning over
The welcome shore comes into view, wild sea washing me forward
People on the shore, friendlier by the stroke
The pale sand coats me with a glimmering goodbye
Work winds into winsome
and finally my anti nuke pet poem about the newscast I saw of the ever so tantalizing and titillating missile silos in Montana on King 5 news. My scowl turned into this poem. Beware, it says the word Fucker. If you dont like reading that then you may not like it. Given the way I feel about Nuclear weapons, it seemed an appropriate word.
First time press access,
Such a sensational story
Eager newscaster, stupefied interest
Fresh farmed American fear
Who eats this stuff?
Why are they showing us?
That bulbous sinister Fucker,
Sits there like an arrogant stone
Let it sit there forever
Silence the silo
Smooth and polished, the camera catches
It's aerodynamic snicker.
Lay down old man missile
Your time is over.
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