Best Conger Poems

Me, my brother Tom and Uncle Pat were on a fishing holiday
three men in a rowing boat way out in Dublin Bay
we anchored up and cast six rods over a sunken wreck
hoping for the catch of our lives to haul onto the deck
hours passed with...

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I don’t have asbestos fingers and my blisters come from the garden
Toiling the soil and growing fine ingredients for such gourmet cuisine
Like ‘throw it all in the one pan dishes’ and crystal ball cooking galore
Never gave you adequate thank you’s and now you are about...

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He never once mentioned the pressure of his blood
or his Mam
I found dead on the floor

his Dad’s cancer
or his younger brother
not once, during the best years of my life

he fixed cars
with a pipe slowly smoking

a magician with gauges and valves

he drank small amounts of beer
most...

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I spent my life wishing that I was out fishing
And quite often that's where I’d be
When asked the attraction my instant reaction
Was that it was born into me

My mother, no lie, made a tasty fish pie
My dad spent all day in the bay
He’d write fishy...

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She brightened like a child whose broken toy is glued together,
summon tears as one summons servants,
 and danced like a flower in the wind.

She disclaimed the weariness, 
that dragged upon her spirits like leaden weights, 
exude a faint and intoxicating perfume of womanliness, 
like a...

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They demean your value and destroy your image,
utter wild cries like creatures in pain,
their expressions change with the rapidity of a kaleidoscope,
faces change with each turn of their talk, 
like a wheat-field under a summer breeze,
flounders like a huge conger-eel in an ocean of dingy...

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I Let It Slip Away 

I let it slip away, my freedom said goodbye, 
as I sat in a cell of abuse pain and neglect; 
life is blasé I can’t conger up a why. 

You were a tyrant and I wanted to die,
as I start...

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High above, through the clouds I see 
Snow covered mountain peaks. 
High above I soar inside a gentle, 
Calming atmosphere of peace. 
I do wonder at times why I am so free 
To that and other questions I seek the answer 
But I, not finding...

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Old Friends


Adrift upon the ocean’s torrent waves
two friends feel the gist of the Neptune’s knaves 
they feel impending danger while deluged
the mate seeks the trawler’s bow for refuge

the trawler capsized near the maelstrom’s spur
that reeks its havoc while the dinghy stirs
behold a sight of shoreline...

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Remember when that flash of insight
last self-ignited in your expectant thoughts
blasting away the fog of uncertainty, complexity and doubt.
A sudden aha Eureka answer, pure, simple, so succinct, beautiful.
To some this flash of aha is called duration, or a blink. insight, acumen, Eureka!

But, my friend, how,...

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So faintly slow comes the dawning
upon a lonely soul,
as he trudges down the high way
to reach his life long goal.

A bend or two to conger.
A river that must be crossed.
A storm or two to walk though,
in hope that he doesn't get lost.

The years pass by...

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longer
conger...

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its a pure thing
that makes a change
fame
conger shame
heal all plain
its a strong wall
love 's over
all...

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They called him the dosser.
A blessed man with a crooked, 
bent and wobbly wishbone of wire,
held tight in clenched fist. 
He fossicks spellbound 
for water hiding deep below
in the groundwater.

His fingers compel the water 
sleeping fifty feet down
to hear his call, 
and echo a reply...

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