haiku from 8 June 2009

swimming with dolphins

laughing, jumping together

our playful cousins

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haiku from 7 June 2009

blue sky, blue ocean

a million shades between them

whitecaps and white clouds

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haiku from 6 June 2009

whitecaps oceanside

calm water in sheltered bay

rock barrier ‘tween

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senryu from 5 June 2009

waterfront restaurant
a lazy Jamaican day
kick back and relax

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haiku from 4 June 2009

out of the ocean
fire emerging from water
enemies at peace

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senryu from 3 June 2009

Ah, Seven Mile Beach
floating free in the water
troubles left on shore

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senryu from 2 June 2009

nothing but water
horizon to horizon
never felt so small

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from 1 June 2009

Glass-Bottom Poem

I’ve been on a glass-bottom boat.
I’ve been on a glass-bottom plane.
I’ve been on a glass-bottom car.
I’ve been on a glass-bottom train.

I once rode a glass-bottom bike,
But it got cracked and broke,
When a big, old glass-bottom rock
Shattered a glass-bottom spoke.

But the weirdest thing I’ve seen,
Must be my glass-bottom dog.
Everyone stops and stares;
Everyone’s simply agog.

Now I’ll bring this glass-bottom poem,
To a happy, glass-bottom end.
And I hope from my glass-bottom heart,
You’ll enjoy it, my glass-bottom friend.

©2009-Art Belliveau

from 31 May 2009

The Snerklederkles

Underneath the ocean’s waves,
Way down deep below,
Live the Snerklederkles––
Ocean people whose skin does glow.

It is red when they are happy,
Violet if they’re mad,
Olive green when they get sleepy,
Neon orange when they’re sad.

The colors they blink on and off,
And change ‘most all the time.
It makes their kingdom wondrous to see,
Though silent as a mime.

For the Snerklederkle people,
They never say a word.
Their colors all speak for them,
And not a sound is heard.

Underneath the ocean’s waves,
Way down deep below,
The silent Snerklederkles live––
Ocean people whose skin does glow.



©2009-Art Belliveau

I'm Back

I’m Back

I’m back, I’m back,
I’ve missed you so.
Here I am again,
Though I had to go.

The trip was great.
The trip was fun.
I swam in the ocean,
I laid in the sun.

I got sunburned and seasick,
But I sure didn’t care.
I had the most fun,
That I’ve had anywhere.

I sailed out with pirates.
Went searching for some gold.
I explored the Arctic,
And man it sure was cold!

I journeyed on down,
To the Earth’s molten core.
I circled the moon.
Who could ask for much more?

I went everywhere,
And did everything.
I rode on a tiger.
I conquered a king.

I bet you really missed me,
Did not expect me back so soon.
Hey, Mom, what’s for dinner?
I’ve been traveling since noon.


©2009-Art Belliveau