Best Bait Poems
True arrogant bait
Someone I'd never date
He lured me to his game
My sanity…his claim
Passion hijacking my thoughts
Drafting erratic plots
No one I could tell
A selfish little spell
Risks so uncalculated
Common sense castrated
He plead for it not to end
I could no longer pretend
Cashing in lust for security
Stacking chips of maturity
Then I heard the news
True darkness he did choose
Cruel relief it did provide
For my secret also died
*For Lewis' "It's a beautiful affair" contest
July 1, 2016
If I were to go fishing all day,
would you get mad and send me away,
'cause while the fish were biting
my ex was out man-sighting...
I ended up with no place to stay.
Country living in New Hampshire was like heaven on earth.
It was Nature in her glory with the spring’s rebirth.
We owned a big pond and had the wildlife come around…
It was beautiful tranquility that left us spellbound.
It’s city living for me now in Georgia, and a whole other thing.
But Georgia has all kinds of creatures the country can bring.
I’ve gone out with a guy that owns a 15 acre pond,
With snakes and alligators too scary for this blonde.
He and his neighbors get alligators all the time,
And sometimes they kill them for dinnertime!
I don’t know if country life here would be that great,
If I wasn’t careful I would end up as gator bait!
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No tugs at his line; it just goes limp
Mighty fisherman feels like a wimp
Looking back at his bait box
Wasn’t prepared for the shock
A gull flew off with one of his shrimp
I was talking to an elderly gent who was fishing from shore in Ormond Beach and this
actually happened as he was giving me "fishing instructions." We had a good laugh watching
the seagull steal the bait!
Come and listen to my story 'bout a man named Ted
A poor fisherman, barely kept his family fed
Then one day he was fishing for some bass
When he slipped in his boat and fell on his ass
Then a big wave came, overturned his boat
Old Ted thought that was all she wrote
Well the next thing you know Ted almost drowned
The kinfolk thought he was heaven bound
They said "Ted you should leave the sea"
But old Ted just didn't agree
So he went out next day, just after dark
And that's when Old Ted was eaten by a shark!
The next morning the kinfolk gathered by the sea
They said "He shoulda moved with cousin Jed down in Beverly" (Hills)
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3 -6- 2014
The wind was blowing when she left the city...
I believe it was twenty below...
Where she was going she already knew...
But... first she had things she had to do...
Get rid of the body that was clear....
There were no options, it had to disappear....
The heater was broken and blowing cold air...
She could feel the ice, building up in her hair..
She had cleaned up the blood as best she could...
As she had hit him hard with that log of wood...
All she had asked him, was to light a fire...
To take off the chill in the house....
Do it yourself if you are cold...he snapped
And while you’re at it get me a cold beer...from the fridge..
It was early morning when she finally arrived at the bridge..
This was his favourite fishing spot...
She pushed his body off the pier...along with his ice cold beer..
And suddenly began to shiver and sneeze.....
Oh well, she said...this too shall pass..
When I get to the Florida Keys..
PS..this is the first in a series..watch for part 2.."gator bait..the dream "
The devil done put a new face
on an old sales technique
It's brash, it's bold
It's tricky sweet
But it tastes sour, this maggot treat
He swapped the fresh for the spoiled meat
Had to bait the trap good,
hide the kill switch under the hood
Alternative facts is the new money wood
This new source of energy lies
beneath methane colored skies
Smells kinda putrefied,
smells like somebody died
Fracked up those new found lies
Alternative facts is the new dung
polluting the skies
But you still gotta sell it to the people
as sweet-smelling pecan pies
You gotta know how to
bait the trap good,
hide the kill switch under the hood
Alternative facts is the new money wood
Turning truth into lies
requires filthy lucre ... this has always been understood
Bait and switch,
don't give 'em what they agreed to get
Spoiler alert: this truth-teller is gonna snitch
Those alternative facts being piped into your homes
is gonna make somebody filthy rich
Bait and switch,
don't give 'em what they agreed to get
Give 'em the old landfill reservation trick;
so when you enter your latrine, you better watch where you sit
Check the fine print on the sales agreement,
you'll find you bought yourself a pile of excrement
Historical footnote: The Australian government removed Aborigines, the first natives, from their ancestral lands that was rich w/natural resources such as gold, silver and oil. They placed them in Central Australia on barren ground reservations atop toxic landfills. The American government did similar treatment to Native Americans.
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** this is part of the Gator Bait series
It’s that time of year when I think of you....
And all the strange things we used to do...
We were young and cast our fate to the wind...
Regardless of the message that we might send..
Out to the world , cause we didn’t care...
And that’s what brings me here to share....
You treated me just like a queen honey bee..
And I believed and worshiped thee...
We shared our ups and downs together...
In thick and thin and stormy weather...
What was mine was mine and yours was mine.....
And we never ever crossed that line !
I assumed it would always be just you and me...
As no one else appealed you see....
My friends said you will break my heart...
But I told them that, I was just too smart....
As I remembered , what I was taught....
That no one could control my thought...
And then it happened I lost my heart....
My bracelet, my watch and my college ring...
And then you did that awful thing...
You lied , you cheated , you had stolen my bling...
And that’s why now you aren’t around....
Plus no way... will you EVER.... be found....
Cause I live where the GATOR is king......
And...like no one steals my BLING !
Just a Thought......20 below can be a temp......20 below can also " tempt"
Sometimes we have a life long dream...
but not sure where to start....
and sometimes we must go to the extreme..
with a thought that's not so smart....
It started with an issue..
she knew she had to resolve..
Unaware of her options, but knew it had to be solved..
He destroyed the girl that she had been...
destroyed the world she had lived in...
She weighed the pro's and the con's..
and concluded it had to do with ponds...
So she set out on a mission..
and decided to save for her own condition.
A well deserved vacation in the " Florida Keys"..
for her and her honey , and with his money....
The months how they passed...
So slowly, then at last...
The day they left was 20 below..Brrr..cold
Soon they were driving down Old Cheney Road..
A backwoods road where the St. Johns' River flowed..
I hear the fishing there is great...
You'll get a bite with very little bait..
They reached the lake in the early morn..
and that is where her plot was born..
She poured the coffee she had made..
and laced it with some " gator aide "....
Here my love she said so sweetly..
I made this special for you my sweetie..
The cast was made, the bait was set..
No reason for her to sweat or fret...
Eyes did close and body went limp..
She started to shake and then thought..
Come on girl be strong don't be a wimp..
No one knows we're here or where we're at..
She rolled the body to the edge of the water...
heard a splash !..it was only an otter...
Within a flash, the body was trash...
there must have been 20 gators below..
ripping and flipping the body about..
She packed up and decided to go back the scenic route....
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Fish bait
What does a fisherman use for his bait?
That keeps him out fishing so often so late?
Fish is the answer in many a case
Which he casts in the waters in this and that place.
He tells himself that he ‘has a family to feed,
But he doesn’t yet see he already has what they need
But he wastes it in his haste to do more and more
Whilst, in reality, his family grows poor
So listen you fishermen and learn what to do
The fish that your family craves may well be just you.
I was having a beer at the bar then she walked in
It was more of a strut with the sway of her hips.
Her ruby red lips were made for kissing
In the mirror behind the bar
I caught her looking at me and raised my glass.
She waited a while before she sat beside me.
She ordered whiskey, neat
Smelled like lavender and honey and I'd bet money
she'd talk to me before I'd say a word to her.
I thought - 'which of us is using the best bait.'
I got a nibble when she asked what I was drinking.
I turned my head but all I said was, 'a cold one.'
Her great big gorgeous green eyes
would've caught me if I was a fish.
"Don't talk much, do you? Or maybe you have 'issues."
She questioned my "manhood."
I stood to adjust my pants and her eyes bit my fly.
I told her, "My eyes are up here."
She smiled as I reeled her in.
Bait!
You are a fish
I am your bait
come find me now
and write our fate
Forever open
is not the gate
so, come catch me now
before it's too late!