Best Bream Poems

Stood I there, that last day,
On an iron bridge...
An aqueduct by design,
Where, looking dreamily out over
The Ernes Lower Lough,
My compressed shadow 
Momentarily paused -
To contently recline:
Amidst coy Junes radiant beams 
of sweet benign!
All was stilled, all was hushed,
Save vast reed beds sided by the
Shallow hills...

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My mind to arms to hands to oars to lake

               I cleave the sunrise glass-like surface, still

With just my lonely friend, a mallard drake

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Upon these placid waters the wind blows fair,
bream chase waves tossed by boats here, and there,

Crimson vessels slice through  crest,
giving channel cats time to rest,

Blue herons walk along picking through perch nest,
murmuring bull frogs make their best rain calls,

Some white owl makes nightly squalls,
using...

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Heavily laden boats, rectangular sails billowing 
    Under seas of low cloud, braving the fierce Yangtze;                          ...

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There's plastic in the ocean
Plastic in the sea

There's plastic in the boatyard
Plastic in the bay

There's plastic in the gut of a turtle
Plastic in a mantaray

There's plastic in a gilt-head bream
Plastic in it's prey

There's plastic in a Landfill
Plastic in a seagull

There's plastic in the foodchain
Plastic in...

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I love Africa, my beautiful Africa
I can roam in the bushes
I can run up the mountains
Down the valleys
Across the plains
Or get lost in the forests
Or the caves
I can soak the sun
On the sand at the beach 
Or bake in the desert sun
Until I should find...

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Water lapping at edge of the boat beneath the silence of the sky
Swaying branches of mopane trees and fish eagles cry
Wind of changing seasons and melting palates of hue
in the blood red sunset glow and murky silvery water blue

Elephants in numbers dot the shores
hippo’s and...

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So many people and the various sores
Intoxicated in such a way my eyes,
That wanted open to crying their doors.

But Virgil told : “What for you look this guise?
Why now your sight is so carefully brought
Down there on those sad broken shadow guys?

You did not act...

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Another long weekend’s upon us and we’re ready, set to go,
To get amongst the bream again, along the river Tambo.
Our adrenaline is rushing and we’re really bloody keen,
To celebrate with fishing while, we’re toasting to the queen…
And when arriving Friday night,
We were told the fishing’s...

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Part II



“I walk a decrepit graveyard alone, in mists stirred by contrast winds
As a storm brews, I am grateful that I know in my heart he's alive 
Skies bream with promise of torrent rain and shelter must be found
It appears; I’ve lost my shawl, and...

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I've got a dish of killifish
I wish to eat that silly fish
Baked, or fried in peanut oil
Roasted, dried, or let to boil.

Make me a star-gazy pie
Take me to the Catfish Fry
Lead me to the China Sea
Feed me hermit crabs and brie.

Help me out with rainbow...

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My cat have a mustache like a lion
Her tail looks like a rat
Cause it is too fat
She will be a tiger in one fight 
She's like abutterfly cause she 



Is as fast as a cheetah
Her fur is so soft as a a pillow 
She's a...

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With majesty they rise, and seem
   to touch the sky, and then they deem
 to catch a passing cloud on high
 Which lingers  with a wispy sigh
 On  peaks where sunlight dares to gleam

  And birds of prey who reign...

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A phone call was all that’s needed and the message it was clear;
“Get your bum away from home and bring your family here.
And don’t forget your fishing rods; the bream are on the bite.
I know you’re off this weekend so be here tomorrow night”.

All we...

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Lawn furniture flavored ice cream
	served in moxa cups
Candied eyes of freshwater bream
	pickled bushdog pups.

Pig pizzle wrapped around a stick
	grilled upon the deck
Woven rope with cat head and brick
	hung about your neck.

Marzipan violin bowed by a stoat
	badminton played widdershins
A toast of poison without antidote
	barefoot on needles...

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