Best Cod Poems

I could not paint a better picture,
Than the one in front of me,
Of twists and turns of the canal,
Bordered by endless trees.

A warm day with a slight breeze,
Giving the grass moving shadows of leaves,
Multiple species of birds stop by,
Some on the ground, some in the...

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The Feeling of Fishing while Floating
Is Graded on Goading, and Gloating

Bystanders oft blindly believe
In salmon the size of my sleeve

Tall Tales at the Time Told True
In Grandeur they Gained and they Grew


But my Rod and Reel won't Remember
Come the Dread and the Din of December

And...

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Out of the flow
Behind the log
Big mouth grabs black yabby....

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COD
Overrated Game
Ruining perfect relationships
Taking life from teens
Pointless...

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When Christmas party is foiled by flu
What then, does a harried hostess do?
She goes to the phone
Says, “We must poshtpone.
We’ll reschedule when the dyear is dew”.




(the year is new)...

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The majestic Murray cod is native to Australia's inland rivers including the Murray River. It grows to a maximum size of about 6 foot and 250 lb in weight. The maximum estimated age is about 50 years. Divers in clear water are often confronted by...

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*Image of Little Boy Fishing by Mutual Art

Cape Cod Boy

A warring feat
expands beneath
petite and huge contends,
a unique line
tugging the brine
taunting as it suspends,
a juvenile
bear naught a smile
a glimpse enigma lends,
too close to shore
new hopes implore
that cod and haddock wends,
true tasty meats
fresh scene unseats
entreaties pleased extends,
aspect...

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Cod Fish Stew

Ocean fresh with onions only enhanced Dad's delicious dish

11/11/2015


~ For Andrea's Food & Our Memory Connections contest ~...

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Cod Fish in Aus
Lines are set to catch a cod
Spring sticks an 100 lb of cord
Shark hook with a wire trace
he’s taken line an rod this ace
but no it is not odd

deep pools is where cod do lurk
he stole the rod of fat Mac Gurk
he...

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Grasped in the fish monger’s fingers
The lingering ling cod now lingers
Knowing in the fingers of the fish monger
A ling cod will linger no longer...

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Once upon a time 
on a cold, cold winter night 
there was a cat 
all black with some white 
his master was a little old lady 
after her sweet cat took a pee on 
the floor 
the little old lady said 
I will have this...

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From a distance a lighthouse horn blows
The mist settles in, fishermen do not go 
A beacon light gleams and attracts 
Sights and sounds, from a warning tract.
 
From a distance, harbor lights in a row
Tides smooth over, ripples are low
Seagulls landing, shells lie about
This must...

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Brunette shadows echo off of the afternoon;
moving loftily through the atmosphere with cotton kisses 
Under a pastel, sea blue dome 
Star gazing pines stand tall and high 
Reaching up and out, for a brush of the sun 
Along the craggy path of thickened scrubs;
Coarse sea...

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Blood money isn’t paid in silver these days,
just transferred to your account
with a sheet of computerised data
to tell you their proffered amount.
I’m standing over the fish sheds,
to my front near empty docks,
to my rear swift running Humber,
to the left the gates and the locks.
In my...

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I no longer know when we met
Just long for you to be there
Or is it here?
These are things I don't know
When parted from you
To realise things about the ground
And the air
That I stand and breathe alone
Capable of both without you 
Do I lean into the...

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