Trawl Poems - Poems about Trawl

...We leave our separate solitudes The shells in which we coil To search for seeds of hope In the seabed's saturated soil Trawl the crowded seas Of the white page The glassy bubbles of thought......Read the rest...

...Tell others your innermost secrets, please be aware Reality is, it’s something that they’ll probably share Unless you’re certain that they won’t be blurting Share with ......Read the rest...

...While on the topic of blood kith and kin, I relate another fabricated poem about blimey bloke of a fisherman. Trawl tale of a fictitious seaman told to ye... Courtesy webbed whirled wid......Read the rest...

...Revive forth own verve By stating your swerve Extolled Height of straight, deserve You thrive and observe Withhold From the maelstrom, serve This wicked world's nerve Remold Sh......Read the rest...

...Plus Live Sharks "The female deposits the egg, which the male fertilizes by spraying sperm on it." -- Day Care Lesson 1: "Fishie Sex" * * * The caviar of mergirls still is she,......Read the rest...

...A mottled crab scuppers its sea legs in fluorescent foam. Blue pods rattle on green tides. Bladder wrack, Mermaid’s Hair washing tangled ankles. There are voices in my open mouth, they roll ove......Read the rest...

...Is there a place in heaven Where old deckies muster A sheltered safe haven away From any wild storm's bluster From sail to steam to diesel United one and all By the harvesting of the sea And ......Read the rest...

...There's a feeling of sadness Mixed with a wistful awe As we pick our careful way Across a rubble strewn floor. An eerie sort of half light, As though hiding from the day, Hiding our history unt......Read the rest...

...Are there ghosts on Hessle Road Do the bell bottomed boys Slide quietly into Rayners For the pint, the craic, the noise. Do their pockets still jingle Until, having spent it all It's again thro......Read the rest...

...What crashes into them is the oceans voice beheaded. Seabirds skim upon verge and crest, a green swell of rise and fall. Open mouths trawl the air then plunge into a rising wave to scoop a ......Read the rest...

...A JOLLY FISHERMAN Jolly fisherman jocund Jack took well knitted drag-net on back and long fishing rod to catch fish! Strong wish for fish fry to relish. Floating a boat he......Read the rest...

...The steep steps go down the winding wash, along the plodded cobbles between the cottages with their smuggling hollows, their sleet rinsed eaves. Beyond the scarp the bay tumbles over shingl......Read the rest...

...Mister Joe, would-be muse, jangles loose change in his pocket. Memories jogged and garnered as he walks. Mister Joe in contemplation, washes, rinses and tumble dries, what pops into his head, ......Read the rest...

...I am slid into the core of the big white tube. It will reveal all my moving parts all the flagging and wheezing organics that reside in the same apartment block, share the same airducts and plumb......Read the rest...

...2000 miles is a long ways, and 50 plus years is a very long time. It spells the time and space that have separated me and my two friends. Back then, whether it was hay, ammonia, cowboys, sling shot......Read the rest...