Best Baits Poems

Swirl me, twirl me, spin me ‘round
My eyes are covered, subject not found.
Direct me here, then block me there
Smiles and snickers; won’t give a care.
Hates...

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AMERICA, OH AMERICA

America, oh America, the mother of Exiles,
Mighty woman with a torch,
Towers high as a top notch
Whose flame is the imprisoned fire
With conquering limbs...

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There was a young woman living by the sea.
Her house was on the shore owned by her family.
The house of a fisherman that was tall...

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Because my brilliant hooks read indirect,
But bait directly one illiterate,
They likely slip stripped fish-net intellect,
Thus, now, I’ll lure completely different:
Just like the redwood trees that...

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From Scrabster harbour we set
Sea fishing we go
Off Dunnett Head
Dinghy in tow
 
A few hours we sail
To reach the spot
To hunt our catch
Check my lobster...

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LOTUS FOR SLOPING KNEES
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the contentment of disheveled twigs
sitting on shoulders of humming trees,
the sunlight wafting shades on meshed nets---
it is before early morning, pale always...

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Revelations Of Beguiling Gaze, From The Witch's Head

From dark abyss, many light-years away
witch's head, its beguiling, evil gaze,
yellow-eyed sockets, curses to betray
far more sinister in...

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Power devours
Baits with stealth
Ensnares prey...

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A FISHERMANS TALE
By
Kevin L Fairbrother


Blowering Lake in the Snowy’s is the place to be
To catch a Yellowbelly or Silver Perch
Or if you are lucky a...

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Why do I do it, It’s hard to explain
This obsession that’s driving me slowly insane
The dark hours seem endless, the boredom intense
You would think at...

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Motor is nudged to life in an arcing motion, arm pulling 
cord. Vein-furrowed hands grasp the fishing pole, 
slinging bait and tackle beneath one arm....

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The Bell in the Bush

Down woodland paths the wolf did roam
Far away from his packs home
For game he’d wandered off to seek
The sick, the helpless...

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The Mojo Trick
Loch David Crane
June 1979

Sweat-sticky and hot! The P. I. is not
	a comfortable place to be;
but sit here and perspire (as though by the...

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Summer sight


Ripples of the river, in addition, current of the slope
And canoe's shake, ahead lover's smiley face
Foam like milky run, sprinkles of icy flakes
Scatters of...

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Rainy days chill makes me lazy here in my cabin
Only croaks of frogs, I hear, singing with no rhythm, 
Snails crawl on the ground; earthworms...

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