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Kissing Rocks

(Seen at the aquarium)

Eye to eye

in a stony embrace,

two rockfish kissing,

face to face.


Copyright © Darlene Gifford | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? | |

Gold Fish in a Bowl

" Hello there" 
I can see you
You think I have no privacy but neither do you
I have windows on all sides and I watch your every move
So don't feel sorry for me 
I enjoy your company too.

T Reams

Copyright © TAMMY REAMS | Year Posted 2015

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Happily ever after-w

Here is the love story of Zhi Nu and Niu Lang
A romantic ancient Chinese tale of very long 
Zhi was a nymph and Niu Lang was a cowherd
Cowherd-nymph love forbidden,secretly wedded.

Had two children, but their happy life ended.
As by the goddess Wang  they were detected.
The goddess took Zhi Nu back to the heaven 
Niu Lang chased them with his two children.

They were blocked by the milky way- sky river
And the children kept crying for their mother,
Shouting her name, Niu and children wandered
By their pain and grief, the goddess was moved.

She allowed them to meet one day in a year
Could be seen in the sky as Altair and Vega star
They meet and live happily ever after for a day.
Day celebrated as Qixi- Chinese valentine day.

Wish I had a beloved like the nymph Zhi Nu fair
So that I can live in the sky with immortal affair.
Like William Blake would say "Death be not proud"
I would have said unlike Blake "Life be proud". 

Yet another story of Yeh-Shen, the orphan girl
A Chinese Cinderella living with stepmother cruel
She had a friend, a fish living in a nearby river
Once the fish was killed by her cruel stepmother.

Yeh-Shen was very unhappy for of her friend dead.
An old man told her that bones of fish were powered
One day she talked to the bones of her fish friend
Then eventually Yeh-Shen in a beauty transformed.

Once she visited the king’s palace, the king saw her
They were married soon, lived happily ever after.

Wish I was tiger as friend with cruel stepmother
So I could enjoy good things at this age forever.
Wish I was a sculptor like Pygmalion, not a poet
Make alive ivory Galatea by grace of Aphrodite
Married her blessed with the happiness and love
And to have enjoyed long and blissful life to live

*Based on Greek and Chinese fairy tales of Pygmalion-Galatea, Zhi Nu and Niu Lang
and Yeh-Shen
Fifth place winner in:
Contest: Happily ever after sponsored by John heck

Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2010

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Love Unspoken


Love speaks softly; creeps slowly
Hearts willingly open themselves
To another’s hopes and dreams
Share heartaches and pain
Multiply happiness and gain
A smile, a touch, a warm embrace
Flowers, gratitude, tears
Love unspoken

Copyright © Jackie Faasisila | Year Posted 2014

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A Mermaid's Tail --Tale--

Shards of gilded light, so iridescent,
cascading over your perfect shoulders.
Your sensuous form, curled 'to a crescent,
nestled amongst the rocks and the boulders.

You stretch languidly and seek to unfurl,
'fore slowly brushing your locks of pure gold.
Graceful strokes with a comb formed out of pearl,
'tis so entrancing: a sight to behold.

The euphonous lilt of your silvern voice,
carries 'cross the waves and reaches mine ear.
Upon hearing this, I have to rejoice,
a magnum opus, truly without peer.

These feelings of mine, no longer contained;
my passion rises and then carries forth.
"We must be together; it's preordained!
Forsake all others from this day henceforth!"

With a flick of your tail you disappear,
into those briny depths we cannot chart.
Vanished from all sight, I can't interfere;
left nary a trace, 'cept here in my heart.

Copyright © John Michaels | Year Posted 2014

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A Fishing

Oh, I Love to Go a Fishing.
I Go Most Every Day.
There Are Stories I Could Tell,
How the Big Ones Got Away.

But Only Another Fisherman,
Could Begin to Understand,
The Excitement That I Feel,
When the Big One Hits Dry Land.

Then of Course, There's the Cleaning
And the Fun of a Big Fish Fry,
Inviting All the Neighbors
And Your Fish Story Is No Lie.

Oh, I Love to Go a Fishing.
Would You like to Come Along?
It's Quiet by the Water
And Nothing Seems Too Wrong.

It's Peaceful and Relaxing,
Except When the Cork Goes Down.
Now That's When It's Lots of Fun
And it Keeps Away the Frown.

Connie Moore
6 3 93


Copyright © Connie Moore | Year Posted 2013

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If tame you want 
'Tis fools you’ll get
While fishing in Life's sea
But if you go a trolling
You may catch a fish like me
Cast out your line-- prepare for war--
There’s not a moment’s peace
And you'll forget your one nightstands
Heart grabs the tradewind breeze
Oh I had loved you mighty
Knocked the pluck right from your sails
Gave you babes and warmed your nights
And handled your details--
And fool you were to throw it back --
A love that topped them all
But one last chance awaits you here
To heed the siren's call
So swim upstream and fight the gales
That plague the stormy sea
Think of my love that grabs your guts---
There is no fish like me

Victoria Anderson-Throop
Nov 24, 2012

Copyright © Victoria Anderson-Throop | Year Posted 2012

Details | Sonnet | |


(Kyrielle Sonnet)*

I coax him with my baby talk,
then he begins his fishy walk.

He wiggles and waggles his tail,
he flutters his fins without fail.

His coat of blue, purple and green
flashes and shimmers a vivid sheen.

You can tell he's a normal male,
he flutters his fins without fail.

He waits until I walk away
to forage for his food today.

While spewing bubbles in his trail,
he flutters his fins without fail.

I coax him with my baby talk,
he flutters his fins without fail.

*Samu, a pet Japanese Beta fish, lived three (3) years,
 which, according to the pet store owner, was a record.
My theory: With all living creatures, love works wonders.
And love, as always, is expressed in many ways. Unable 
to hold him, physically pet him, I communicated my love
to him in words, to which he responded physically.


Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014

Details | Dramatic Verse | |


De love inna mi heart, it a bubble. It a bubble (3*)
Mi say the love inna mi heart it a bubble. “  “  ”
Mi get beaten from parents
Mi get beaten from strangers
Mi get beaten from me teachers 
But mi never gets any beaten from my grandmothers

But mi love all them who ill-treat mi
Mi love all them who bad mind mi
Mi love all them who still a chat mi
That’s way

De love inna mi heart, it a bubble….. 
Like cornmeal dumpling, a so it a bubble
Like Mazola yam	       ““   ““    “
Like Cassava dumpling		“
Like Brown rice			“
Like Banana				“
Like Pumpkin				“
Like Potato pudding			“
Like Yellow yam			“
Like Steam fish and vegetables

De love inna mi heart, it a bubble…..
Love all of them who dad mind you. 
Love all of them who a try stop you.
Love all of them who Ill-treat you.
Love all of them who still a chat you.

Go to school is the right thing
Have manners is the right thing 
And give thanks and praise to the almighty king.
And make the 
Love inna your heart, make it bubble.
Make it bubble (3*) 

De love inna mi heart, it a bubble. It a bubble (3*)
Mi say the love inna mi heart it a bubble. “  “  ”
Mi get lick from parents
Mi get lick from strangers
Mi get lick from me teachers 
But mi never gets any lick from my grandmothers

But mi love all of them who ill-treat mi
Mi love all of them who bad mind mi
Mi love all of them who still a chat mi
That’s way

De love inna mi heart, it a bubble…  
Like natral roots, a so it a bubble
Like Cassava dumpling	“	“
Like all ground food		“	“ 
Like Steam fish and vegetables

De love inna your heart, it a bubble..
Educate yourself that is the right thing
Have manners that is the right thing 
And give thanks and praise to the almighty king.

And make the love in your heart, make it bubble.
Make it bubble, make it bubble, make it bubble (2*)

Flood the world with peace and love
Bubble the universe with lots and lots of love
Love your enemies and know your friends
Bubble the universe, bubble bubble

Copyright © MERVIN SPENCE | Year Posted 2011

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Pisces, The Fish, Living Waters

Pisces, The Fish, Living Waters

Swimming in cool blue waters so deep
rainbow fish , so pretty the stars weep
Oceans filled with great hope and pride
on celestial waves greatness takes a ride

Constellations shining brightly to see
lights glowing in the past and future be
A sign to speed life on it's merry way 
guiding our spirits into a future day

Neptune stands his mighty waters so well
holding back the monsters from deepest hell
Comets bring in the joy of desperate relief
washing away anguished pains of epic grief

In a bright galaxy so very far, far away
Seas of life exist, love and sweetly play

Robert J. Lindley, 07-12-2014

Sponsor Leonora Galinta 
Contest Name , Poem with a Theme: Zodiac Sign

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014

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                                       For some one pork is good				
                                           For some one chicken 				
                                          as choices are different				
                                    in own style let items be eaten				
                                           I like fleshy soft  Fish 				
                                        to have minimum calories				
                                   cooked with soya oil with brinjal				
                                         and with black eyed peas				
                                            God bless every one 				
                                      With happy Good Luck meal 				
                                      in the Happy 2012 New Year				
                                               let's all we deal				
Sponsored by: Russell Sivery				
Written by: bldevnath				
on 07/01/2012				

Copyright © BL Devnath | Year Posted 2012

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My Heart is Yours

There's other fish in the sea
My momma once said
I think you're the fish for me
Out of all the stars in the sky
You're the one that shines the brightest
The only one to catch my eye
My heart you took
You read me carefully
Just like a romantic book
Never let my heart break
I give mine to you
Just keep it for my loves sake
Lend me your heart
Just until the end of time
I'll never break it apart
You're perfect for me
You don't realize
We were meant to be
If I lost you
Id be nothing 
But blue
Rain is falling on my dreams again
Wake me up
So my forever with you can begin
I wake up , and you're there
The rain has stopped
So my heart doesn't tear
A fairytale is seems
I know for a fact
These aren't just dreams
Before you came
I thought love was just
A silly game
Always played
The scar on my heart
Is what they made
You made me see
That love is real and that
This is was meant to be
A moment without a kiss
Feels like a million years
A feeling I'll never miss
You are my Nemo
I thought we were an impossible equation
Just like one divided by zero

Copyright © Kimber James | Year Posted 2011

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Where Is My Mind

My thumbs in my mouth as saliva drips out

taste like there's dirt in my finger nail

look at my hand, the others are clean

but one is painted by that Asian girl I met last night

...don't know what type of Asian she is...

Chinese, Taiwanese, Japanese, Philippine are the other ones?

My heads on the ground and my hair is intermingling with the grass

I guess they're talking about the feeling of being chopped up

I feel pretty chopped up, in the inside I mean

If that was a visual, I'd be dead...right?

Like the fish I see in the sky

that can't be right, cause fish can't fly

they must be angel fish then...hahahaha

My thumbs in my mouth as saliva drips out

and the sun is out but the stars keep buzzing

they kinda fly towards and whiz pass me 

taunting little bastards, they know I'm trying to catch them

I think I tried to sell my soul to the devil as a kid so I could get all I want

Wrote him a note and everything and buried it underground

good thing I didn't dig too deep cause a second later

I got scared and ripped it apart...

My nail has that ying and yang thing painted on it

Good has some evil in it and Evil has some good

and that's the balance of the world right?

Like I think its evil that my dog died as a puppy

but the good in it is that he'll be part of the earth

And people that fall in love have something to live for

cause they have each other, but the evil of it is

they care mostly for themselves so its selfish

...hmm...I think I messed that theory up...

My thumbs in my mouth as saliva drips out

and I feel like I'm swimming; without the use of limbs

My heads on the ground and I'm pretty sure there's ants near by

But I don't want to move, cause if I move I'll have to get up

and when you usually get up, you have to do something

and I'm kinda just enjoying talking to the sky

even though she never answers back

but I always did like the quite ones

I put my hands in my pockets and I know there's nothing in it but myself

so I guess that's something right?

My thumbs in my mouth as saliva drips out

and I wonder what that Asian girl is like

Is she shy and smart like the stereo type

If we were to go on the date she could help me tip the waitress right


My thumbs in my mouth as saliva drips out

and I hate living, but I love being alive...

Copyright © Jessica Arteaga | Year Posted 2010

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Fish out of Water

After the inhalation of all my burdens,
I exhale,
In the coldness of my breath - a mist containing all my dreams.
Lying half awake on the seashore, silent, reminiscing under the sun's beams...

...I was swimming in the current near the trenches,
back stroking til I was pulled by the ocean -
who rebuked my great escape.
Trapped in the gravity of an island paradise with a beautiful face.
Enjoying the times,
finding peace underneath its coral reef.
until a single tidal wave of defeat - left me
helpless in the sand along its beach.

Copyright © Corey Brown | Year Posted 2011

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For Carol

I stood there one day
With my feet in the sand
Water to my waist 
And hands spread around

The fish, all swam close
And swept against me
My fingers they nibbled
I felt so much glee

Nature’s beauty at best
When you feel all at one
When with wild you connect
It’s like touching the sun

Went there each day
To swim with the fish
Love that feeling I get
When my legs they do kiss

Then one day I met Carol,
She was feeding them all
Four years she said now
And took a roll call

She showed me the babies
And thousand there were
All growing and healthy
In this violent world

She shared with me bread
So I could feed them too
And I love her for that
I feel so in tune

She told me of trouble
With this one and that
Not wanting her feeding
Those fish where we’ve at

One friend he told me
A petition being signed
Opposing the feeding
Of our fish friends this time

I can not believe it
Can not understand
This world in such shortage
Few fish in our times

And here is someone
Heart big as can be
Doing something for this world
So good, as I see

One day she did ask me
If fish I could feed
Cause she could not make it
Was busy as a bee

Was happy to do that
Cause I love to feed them
And next morning was there
Bright, early and free

Those people I spoke about
Where so rude to me
They shouted, took photos,
Tried to intimidate me

I wonder at those people
In this world that were in
Where is their goodness
Hearts hard as can be

One day Carol, she told me
Abuse they did cause
They scattered her bread
All over the shore

What’s wrong with these people?
I can only ask
We are feeding some fish
There’s no harm in us

This world that we long for
Of peace and harmony
Of getting along
And having nature be free

How will we ever find it?
When as you can see
There are people out there
Who scream - commit perjury?

Shame on you people
We are doing no harm
Just feeding some fish
Just let us be calm

And we hope that you fishes
All grow up to fill
These oceans of ours
With food for our plead

I want for my children
And those next in line
To know what a fish is
In all ages of time

There is so many out there
Who kill and destroy
Who maim native animals
And shamelessly slaughter

So thank you dear Carol
For what you have done
For love you have given
To fishes all in one

Copyright © Robyn Blauw | Year Posted 2007

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No One Else Like You

Time and time it’s what they said
There is more to life than my love for you
To move on would help me live again
And although it might be true
There are other fish in the sea
But none of them can swim like you do

Love can be a poison inside
Once you fall there is always a way out
The tunnel always bears a hopeful light
And although that might be true
There are other fish in the sea
But none of them are perfect like you

Is there something over your eyes?
You never bothered to care that I loved you
And I never bothered to share my lonely cries
And although there’s more to you
There are other fish in the sea
None of them can swim like you do

You learned a clever little trick
You found a way to captivate my heart
And keep it on a leash that made me sick
And although I’ll hang from you
There are other fish in the sea
But none of them are addicting like you

Seeing you brought passion on me
You were the only one to set me on fire
You burned a hole in my soul that never heals
And although it might be true
There are other fish in the sea
But none of them can swim like you do.

Copyright © Clint Penner | Year Posted 2012

Details | Light Poetry | |

plenty more fish in the sea

they said don,t you cry she,s no worth it 
there,s  plenty more fish in the sea
yet here i am i,m still  crying
cos  what good are fishes to me

i once was a really good fisherman
i had more than 1 fish in my net
but its true what they saythe one that gets away
is the one that  you never forget

Copyright © thomas clark | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry | |

A Married Mans Neverland

Last night we were watching “Hook”
Neither of us has read the book.

We suddenly get to mermaid scene 
 Hubby sits up suddenly quite keen.

Gosh yes I fancy that, for me,
That’s a dish I would like to see.

What is it my dear? I ask so sweet
If its fish you want, I can’t compete.

He looked at me in some dismay
What do you mean my dear, I pray?

I thought it was fish you wanted my dear
But I have not any, I have something near.

Fish fingers we have in store a plenty
Would you like some , I do have twenty

What are you talking about love of my life?
I fancy that mermaid for my wife.

Well my love I cannot stop you
But I bet she doesn’t taste like you want her too

What do you mean?  He asks as he shakes his head
Have you been on the drink that is red?

My love I do not understand
This is a chardonnay in my hand

It is white, it is not red
Oh thanks be for that, let’s go to bed.

Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl | Year Posted 2011

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One Less Broken Heart

Every life tells a story.
An open book of love, joy and mourning,
wind, rain and storming.
Search for the truth,
sweeter than the passion fruit.
Some things are better left unsaid.
Silence instead.
One less broken heart for me my friend.
Gone, gone away from me,
like the autumn leaves that fall from the tree.
So free, so free.
Time will find a way to numb all pain.
Don't call my name.
The red rose you gave me wilted in the rain
What a fragile song of misery,
this life that told a story.
I am tired of the luminous glow that fades.
The brilliance in my life that you erased.
Run, run away.
Far away.
Like the eagles fly, one less lie, one less lie.
Yeah! Every life tells a story, 
like an open book of morning glory.
One less broken heart for me.
Gone, gone away from me.
So many fish in the sea.
Big fish in the sea.

Copyright © shannon farlouis | Year Posted 2010

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I can't compare your love

I can't compare your love to a sweet red rose,
For roses whither and they die.
I can't compare your love to the deep blue sea,
For it rises and falls with the tide.
I can't compare your love to a white fluffy cloud,
For clouds have a silver lining and then they turn black as night.
I can't compare your love to a high flying kite,
For in a tree can get caught that kite.
I can't compare your love to the brightly shining sun,
For the sun rises in the east and sets in the west.
I can't compare your love to a knight in shining armor, 
For his life has no meaning once he’s finished his quest.
I can't compare your love to an angel,
For angels sometimes fall from heaven to hell.
I can't compare your love to the rain of life,
For there would be no life if the rain never fell.
I can't compare your love to the pure white snow,
For when the warm spring comes it all melts away.
I can't compare your love to a beautiful butterfly,
For the lifespan of a butterfly is only for a single day.
I can't compare your love to a beautiful butterfly to see through the dark,
For once the wax is melted the light goes out.
I can't compare your love to the innocence of a new born baby,
For if it doesn’t gets its way it tends to pout.
I can't compare your love to a fish swimming free in the sea,
For if the fish are not careful they can end up on a hook.
I can't compare your love to the greatest literary work,
For when you get to the last page that’s the end of the book.
I can't compare your love to a secret tightly locked behind a door.
For the secret can be found to one, if one only had a key.
I can't compare your love to anything of value on the earth,
For our love extends beyond the heavens for all eternity.

This is copyrighted material. All rights are reserved. Reprints must be requested in writing to 
the original author. © Alisha Groves

Copyright © Alisha Groves | Year Posted 2009

Details | Prose Poetry | |


 There is a personal testimony and everyone's focus is on the group and on the 
self and not on JESUS where it was supposed to be the reason eye won't go to 
fellowship with rich working Christians meeting at a SUNDAY SUPPER to drive to 
a pizza place where everyone pays something for the food even if they share it the 
cost is still beyond the pocketbook of yew. The added price of fellowship with 
world is loss of spirit functions eye am not suggesting we have meetings in the 
desert with the hedgehogs but there could be a meeting place for all the 
Christians like the fish doors of the early days of meetings they were in and out 
so furtive searching alleyways for soldiers avoiding arrests and fighting and 
bringing lots of food in the bags of fishes and the loaves of breads in pockets of 
the tunaes fishes smile eye could just not resist this in almost every Church 
there is a Kitchen and in some of them is love the people make the soup for the 
homeless and the court appointed prisoners and even important people come. 
Hang a fish upon the door of every kitchen in the nation make a place with tables 
where the poor can come in love do not forget the love the soup is  nice but even 
slabs of raw meat are not enough with hate. 
Eye could not write a word on yesterday the things that eye had wanted to write 
left on the flight of lost ideas and night came again without a thought and then the 
day came back this fable was born and eye decided to try religion again. The 
focus of a lot of people is the congregation the error being life is not a middle 
class house with people making money in a paper plate of life some people 
need a cup of soup just to survive please open up your love first open up your 
hearts then open all them kitchen cupboards up. There is another thing that eye 
must say to all the bible thumpers not yet in the grave what does it matter what 
the date and day of this my own salvation come the day of JESUS was 33 AD the 
date that GOD was saving me. 

Copyright © charles hice | Year Posted 2008

Details | Free verse | |

Missing Heartbeat

She is my heartbeat, and lately my hearts skipping beats. 
I missing beats like artist miss drop dates. 
Im missing her like she was gone to the pearly gates, 
But she just a phone call away, a phone call that's not answered on any day. 
I try to mask my emotions, but they refuse any longer to stay at bay, 
they've decided they rather set to sessions, cast away to find our heartbeat. 
And I myself have to decided to do what's necessary to have her back next to me and not an ex to me, 
cause forget the next one if its not her, no one shall stand next to me. 
I left her alone, but she left me torn down the middle like disgarded paper. 
My lines are messed up like a messed up taper. 
She is, was, and will forever be my heartbeat, 
and just hear it again Ill go through hell and back, 
pick and eat up scraps just for her love again to have back. 
And all the time people talk, 
people talk about all the fish in the sea but I ain't right for them fish and neither are they for me. 
My pain is masked like halloween. 
So no matter what I step out in you don't really know me. 
But she does, from the outline of my shadow to the inside of my heart she knows me from the start. 
I wish we would have never had to part, but I pray we get another start, Im dead right now you are the beat of my heart.

Copyright © Jason Williams | Year Posted 2013

Details | Prose Poetry | |



 I do love you Charlie Blue My brown eyed merman I kiss your hand Down by the 
sea Turn into me Eye love ewe fairest Ianthe just come there and drown me We 
live in caves Awash with waves Anemones our flowers We pass the hours 
Chasing turtle and fish Finding a lost kiss the hours at the sea make me weak in 
my human form my fins allow me to swim but only to your arms the legs eye use 
to walk allow me to be free but only fins can bring my back to ewe to kiss to 
drown the underwater lover there she is my mermaid playing me I do love you 
like the fish eye am used to better days sometimes sick and needing help yet I 
do love you the merman is so far away When eye drown in the desert cactus 
between the city and the mountain my mermaid kisses save me from the cretins 
she is fighting for my life eye can feel her call my namme Charlie Blue I do love 
you. Woman in the foamy waves 
swimming near to me, my love it comes. It is a heart, a mermaids heart. My 
brown eyed merman I do love you eye love to watch the shrim:Pe crawl across 
the ocean sea she feeds them to her strang pelican and water can be breathed 
by a Knight of drownded love. This was harder to do than it looks adding verses 
sent to me from she who loves the eye then reaching somewhere south to find 
the love to add the words to add our mixed and many feelings making this into 
this fabel. 

Copyright © charles hice | Year Posted 2008

Details | Light Poetry | |

plenty more fish in the sea

they said don,t you cry she,s no worth it 
there,s  plenty more fish in the sea
yet here i am i,m still  crying
cos  what good are fishes to me

i once was a really good fisherman
i had more than 1 fish in my net
but its true what they saythe one that gets away
is the one that  you never forget

Copyright © thomas clark | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry | |

plenty more fish in the sea

they said don,t you cry she,s no worth it 
there,s  plenty more fish in the sea
yet here i am i,m still  crying
cos  what good are fishes to me

i once was a really good fisherman
i had more than 1 fish in my net
but its true what they saythe one that gets away
is the one that  you never forget

Copyright © thomas clark | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Go Fish

LIARnull and void inside my bloods boils. 
It burns and it churns.
lurching forward, returns.
Now I am in the place where I started, no grace.
No supper, no begging, or bartering.
just tears dried  up, here on my face.
They are cracked, they are molding, long stayed in place.
for my skin, sad, is folding, bends cover my face.
Now The ground, where I stare, traps a fly by the hair.
I swear I can hear what the creature is thinking..
He fears that his maker will try him for treason....
And oh, for good reason he has to beware....
for his thoughts soaked with guilt, guilt and despair.

Oh what a pair we  would make as we stand , no glory we’re perched, on my knee, holds my hand. Atop of the celebratory white cake
soaked, our feet wet with pain and heartache...
draped,  our bones in the love that our promises will break....

Break, break, can you hear the bone crack.? 
Slap the face, hate, no love  just disgrace. 
No love for our selves, why should we, who does????
shut up, martyred, scared, plain, scarred, and afraid.

Afraid of it all, to stand and to fall, to live and to die, to love hating it all. 
Just down the way they’ve a group, down the hall ,
who’ve agreed to be pigs, hogs in the stall.
slaughtered for taste, slaughtered for fat.
slaughtered by all of the dog fat rats ate...
 the ones who came first, who left you with thirst, 
who showed you the way to this deserts dry dirt.

 Now HURT!!!!. go hurt, like the rest of them all. 
all stand ready, so ready, ready to FaLLLL, 
hurt, hate, lust, lust,lust,lust.disgust... discussed...
.I hate. I hate. I wish. I wish. I can. I can. 
 “Do you have any hearts”?...
“no................ GO FISH”

Copyright © Dina Cassiano | Year Posted 2012

Details | Light Poetry | |

Tale of the White Snow Turtles

In the deep of the snow, In the dead of winter,
Under the Aurora Borealis taking our breath away.
The snow turtles jostle, and skittle, and Skim the snow,
All in a beautifully quiet nights, bountiful, wonderful play.

Man has seldom seen this recluse, so gentle and so renowned. 
White as the snow packed earth itself, they simply can’t be found.
They sled and slide and scurry to hide before the break of day,
No one knows they’re even there, for they make not even a sound.

Animals respect them for they can’t make them into prey.
Even the polar bears leave them alone, except for to play.
And no matter how much the bears bat them about, I say!
They just close up and go wherever they are conveyed.

Magical, they can swim waters quite cold and really deep.
They eat the little fishes and enjoy whatever they can reap.
A man will never find their den as they dig into the frozen snow,
For like the tundra gophers, they live in the frozen ground below.

I swear they do exist, for a baby once came to me, admiring my fishing pole.
For I had lots of little tasty, yummy, fish that he wanted my son and I to throw.
We obliged him just that once, and then for more nights before we left his land.
But if you're going searching there’s something I should let you know, offhand.
They only show themselves to the pure of heart with a fish offering in your hand.

Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse | |

'Man' - Part II

I had a cat that marked his territory right
into our TV – fried the whole thing
But I will not graffiti my alleyways with
crude phalli,
Spewing armchair warrior slogans across the concrete

My best friend growing up was a real whore,
in the kiss-and-tell sort of way
A real ladies’ man... He was a real bastard,
I’ll tell you that
But I will not line the walls of my den with
taxidermied lovers
Nor will I cage my dove for fear of a hawk.

Does the absence of glimmering swords
Take away from the radiance of her smile?
And what good are these powerful minarets,
Without the sweet, sweet song that echoes across them?

I have not fallen in love with a fish in a
I have not fallen in love with a fish in a
bucket that will dart away
Never to be seen, if she ever touches the
sea again...
Which raises the question: why the bucket?

I have no interest in the bucket.
I have no interest in being the fisherman.
I bait no hooks and reel no lines.

I would much rather be a sea horse.
We can all learn a thing or two from the sea

So enough with this nonsense of honor and
Enough of this predefined manliness and
rhetorical dick-waving
Enough of cages and lures and foxes in the
chicken coop

I see a lioness and her fawn under acacia
While my thirty-something year-old
compatriot playboys
Are on the prowl for pretty young things in
search of a fantasy
Wearing cravates of woven chest hair resting
over shirts not quite buttoned,
With Ralph the Polo Player getting bigger
and bigger

I have no fur coats, and I won’t sport any swag
I have no car horn to honk at your skirts,
No sly comments to mutter as you pass
No scarves to force around your heads
No honor to vest in your purity

I have only my faith in love
And whatever flaws that may bring
So what is it then,
to be a man?

Copyright © Moose Bak | Year Posted 2012

Details | Narrative | |

Igniter the Diver

Igniter the Diver

Once upon a time, in a time next to mine,
A writer named Igniter decided to become a diver.

All he knew was writing, but no one cared about that,
not even his admirers. For they didn't know how to read, you see,
so the light in his passion for writing subsided abundantly.

And it died as quiet as the flame of a small candles fire, sorrowfully.

But diving wasn't hard,
although the swordfish promised to be unarmed.
And the loud hiss of conversing dolphins could not be 
missed however hard one tried.

So soon he got the hang of it,
and soon he became of it,
The oceans King Poseidon.

And all the living, swimming, shimmering fish
that were inhabitants, gave Igniter the tang he lost 
when he was just a dumb writer on fire.

That old dream was shattered when he climbed the social ladder,
for a more valued title, in a tide more powerful.
And isn't that all that matters?

Copyright © Jada Ames | Year Posted 2014

Details | Sedoka | |

on the yellow shore

     fisherman brings fish

 to a smooth and yellow shore ;

lovers smooch there in the spring

    and they buy much fish

    after heavy lovemaking,

    and picnic by the ocean

Copyright © Julia Ward | Year Posted 2015