Best Bluefish Poems

The bed feels so much purrfect on the morning warm.
Comfort holds like sleepy pillowed arms
If I could just say "Presto" and return 
I'd rise to  walk a beach in rising sun
Dressed in might as well be naked shirt and jeans
The ice of ocean water...

Continue reading...

Headlines of irony in life…
Human satire—cuts like a knife.
The unsinkable ship, that sinks.
Surrounded by peeps, yet alone.
Priests who ‘prey’—yet sins they atone.
Pastor fights alcohol, but drinks.
Tax czar who cheats on his taxes.
Animal fans—hunt to relax.
Abortion kills—with nods and winks.
Lifeguard fearing water—lauds land.
‘Football’—a game played with...

Continue reading...

In some places, springs leaves too early
making way for the fun season; whichever
the activity we choose, let's do it well and happily...
before loneliness sinks us into unbearable despair.


If depression, aches and pains prevent some from engaging
in sports: read a novel, do cleaning chores and try...

Continue reading...

Our oceans and rivers, once so limpid,
have become huge dumps
for industries and sewages,
doesn't the stench make anyone sick?


Blame your inactive Congressman
for not halting the daily, illegal dumping;
do you propose an urgent ban,
or walk straight into the snare, not fretting?


Take a short walk on the beach...

Continue reading...

Brutal winds snap frozen branches,
no drowsy Tree Sparrows soak up sun rays;
I shiver wondering if they can survive...
somewhere huddled together to stay alive!

The Hudson River has the slowest flow in several years,
it struggles to reach the huge Atlantic Ocean that roars;
there all the boats are...

Continue reading...

I am a vision of Cody
Immortal now at five dollars
First beers in Lowell 
actually on Jack Kerouac

Flutes Sirens and choppers
A blended symphony
A cacophony in warm morning sun

Words in Stone

Along the canal 
Blackwater yellow leaf
Laying low on celluloid
Bluefish plastic bag diving deep

Into library basement
Pied Piper Amram...

Continue reading...

Slick seaweed captures her footprints.
Rock jetty perils are concealed
as a thick, salty shroud begins to lift.
Waves’ power lures her.

Above deep water she bends,
chilled by spray and cool December winds,
intoxicated by sea scents.

The aroma carries her back,
drifting to days and nights
when bluefish aplenty they’d caught here.

Memories...

Continue reading...

Oh, my heart will always be
At a cottage by the sea
Me and Michael, mom and dad
What memories did my family had
Lobsters clams and knotty pine
Shore dinners with the neighbors we did dine
Peanut butter sandwiches on the beach
Carousel rides were our Wednesday treat
Early morning breakfasts’, fishing...

Continue reading...

No much to do on a lovely day?
Grab your fishing pole,
go to a peaceful spot
where the sun is bright
and seagulls swoop;
don't mind a cloud that's gray,
it will turn golden and sparkle with light,
by dropping some raindrop
on your baseball cap! Will it remind you of Fall,
of...

Continue reading...

Became because
Background bedbug
Boldface bookcase
Blackmail blacklist
Misspoke backstroke
Bellboy below
Blacksmith bluefish
Backside backslide

4/1/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
...

Continue reading...