Best Dogfish Poems
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 pots
This Pentland firth
Flowing blue and fresh
With our deep sea rods
Various baits, spinning meps
Along the way
Some pots we check
Crustacean grab
Lobster and dab
Destination reached
Our fishing ground
Sounder on
Fish are found
Leaded up, lines straight
Darrow's aplenty, strengthened trace
Lines down bottom hit
Watch the tip as we drift
The waves deceive
We think a bite
Natures water
Tricks us slight
This beautiful day
As patience allows
We hear a shout
From the starboard bow
Wow! dad,
Look at the bend on your rod
Is it a dogfish or ling
Or a monster cod
Posture right to reel this catch
Has this fisherman met his match
Over an hour this marathon lasts
Fish against man, sporting ask
Forearms ache, back strains
I reel it in, it then regains
Is it tiring, or is it me
This awesome creature from the sea
Moments later
Surface splash
A wing of skate
Adrenalin blast
Fish aboard
Tagged and weighed
Released with care
In its domain we played
The day goes on
With various catch
But only the one
Had met his match
The evening draws
With the firth so calm
As we watch the sunset
With a golden dram
To Mother Nature we raise our glass
She is indeed, such a wonderful lass
I'd love to live a sea life,
there's just so much to do.
It would never ever be boring,
in the deep deep ocean blue.
I could juggle with clownfish,
sunbathe with the rays,
take off with the pilot whales,
and go blading with skates
Blow balloons with the pufferfish,
play pool with a shark
go hunting with sea lions,
teach a dogfish to bark
I could strum with guitarfish,
play piano with tunas,
make jazz with a bass,
then go solo with groupers
And we'd all have sea-cucumber sandwiches for lunch,
and jellyfish for desert.
One night an octopus said,
Those whelks should be in bed.
Said the herring to the plaice,
Would you please say grace.
"I say" said a passing whale,
"Is that kipper for sale."
There is somethingvery odd,
Repied a bewildered cod.
"Excuse me" asked the shark,
"Did you hear that dogfish bark".
The haddock with a smile serene,
Said the mermaid is our queen.
May I join you said the seal,
To the mackerel with some appeal.
Of course the snapper replied,
Yes,yes the mullet cried.
Over lips and through da gums
Hooked minno is going down some
Depth by depth there she sinks
Hooked a dam dogfish oh how that stinks
Pulled anchor and now drowning in rum
Tribute To Fishing
Also Entry For
Carolyn Devonshire's
Sea Tale Limericks
GL All
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 trout
Salt and thyme and wedge of lime
Filet of sole, or snapper red,
Served up whole, or just the head.
Meals of eels caught on reels
You're the star with caviar
Butter clams served with yams
Can't say no to salmon roe.
Tuna eyes baked in pies
Oh so daring pickled herring
In the lurch for snails and perch
Ring the bells for cockle shells.
Canned sardines on toast with greens
Sturgeon, sprat, and stuff like that
Grouper, pike, that's what I like
Smelt and bream that make me dream.
Cajun shrimp for my new pimp
Lutefisk and lobster bisque
Flying squid and yellowfin
Silver carp and capelin.
Give to me a plate of oyster
Eat them raw, that way they're moister
Tilapia and tiger prawn
Eat them 'til my hunger's gone.
Hake or krill would be a thrill
Bass and shad will make me glad
Tasty crappie makes happy
Give a nod to Greenland cod
Oo! I'd like a northern pike
Barramundi served on Sunday
Grouper, alligator gar,
Halibut or no cigar.
Amberjack atop hardtack
Pan-fried kipper for the skipper
Mackerel, tasty as hell,
Lox and mullet down the gullet.
Kokanee or marlin blue
Arowana, bowfin too
Bring to me your soups and stews
Sing for me the dogfish blues.
I like to wake up in the morning at the lake,
I sleep out on the porch, on account of I hate snoring,
so I can hear the tremelo of the daddy loon calling to the babies,
and sometimes I just sit there and listen,
to the kingfisher back in the channel,
and the wet flop of the dogfish early on.
If I listen closely, I can hear a woodpecker on the opposite shore,
hammering away with its rock-hard beak.
Then when I open my eyes,
it's like looking at a fantasy painting,
with pillars of steam rising from the lake,
like fog from a Jurassic swamp in ancient times,
with dragonflies zooming about in the mist,
hunting the doodlebugs and damsonflies
that hover obliviously over the glasslike water.
The sun rises on the Eastern side,
casting glories of light on the lake in its stillness.
There are no boats out yet,
it is far too still and placid.
I can barely see from my place on the couch
the mouth of the wide channel,
and if I'm lucky I see the family of swans that lurk down there.
I see a white dot drifting away,
and smile when I know I at least saw one.
Behind the island, which when I was little I called "City Crap",
the remains of a bonfire are just damp piles of ashes,
the remnants of a party someone threw the night before.
I look back up to the sky, which has already turned purple and pink,
and swing my legs out of the bed, and stretch,
awaiting the minute I could slip into that clear, cool water.
HIS WISH TO STOP ZEBRAS FISHING
Zebras you, Xavier, want very urgently to sit real quiet,
Pound over numberless marine liquid kilometers just in haste,
Going for every dogfish casually basking around.
(Reverse ABC )
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ACROSTIC
How to stop them
Is the problem
So let's start to think . . .
Where are these zebras going
In such haste
Searching for
Hours and hours
Till the sun dips
Over the hill and
Sunset arrives?
They need fish
Or else their hunger
Pains will exceed those of any
Zebra, crocodile
Elephant, rhinoceros
Buffalo or dog,
Roaring with pains
All through their
Stomachs : so
For God’s sake
In the name of mealtimes
Suffer the little zebras,
However striped and horse-like,
In their passion for dogfish.
No doubt Xavier's - like the zebra’s -
Gotta eat too.
( Acrostic reads “HIS WISH - TO STOP ZEBRAS FISHING” )
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ALL XAVIER’S ANIMALS HAVE THEIR ROLES
Zebras zoom zestfully - zombies zipping,
But - basking between big broad
Dogfish doing dances, diving, dripping -
Shy shellfish stop, sitting serenely still, so several survive,
Casually caring, clearly cooperating,
And always active and artfully alive.
My male mallard merry makes -
Quickly quacking, quietly quiescent -
Loving long-lasting little liquid lakes.
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Entry for Debbie Guzzi's Contest "Aye, Aye, and A Mistress"
Raindrops descend, puddles form,
A stream engulfed, a river is born,
A course is set, the sea to reach,
Meandering ponderously to a far off beach.
The sea reclaims its myriad young,
Kidnapped by clouds, thunder-slung;
The storm is long past with calm all around;
Albatross glide, with a whisper of sound.
Seagulls circle, dogfish sleep,
Gannets dive and dolphins leap,
But black clouds return and lightning flashes
O'er storm-tossed seas, as thunder crashes.
Once more a stealthy cloud abducts infant water,
The sea's own offspring: a son ... a daughter;
The thief sets off at a wind blown pace,
The anguished mother unable to chase.
The criminal finds refuge in a partisan crowd,
A formless body in a vaporous shroud;
The cloud has no guilt, shows no remorse,
But heads inland on a predestined course.
A hill stands guard, like a customs post;
It stabs the guilty, but allows past the host;
The rogue cloud is ruptured, severed seam and pleat,
Releasing its captives and accepting defeat.
Raindrops descend, puddles form,
A stream engulfed, a river is born,
A course is set, the sea to reach,
Meandering ponderously to a far off beach ...
Is the logic of a lioness the same as a dogfish? Or a display in a shop window of pretty pink kittens? Very definite is a definition of derived detail. Oh look over there. Quickly. The window in the furniture store has become quite alive. The chair is moving away from the table and the table leg is attempting to snare the chair but it isn't working. Oh such commentary of the wall clock. Standing proudly on the street. Admiring the sun clad people in shirts skirts and shorts. Ready for a little time in the waves. But waves are not wiry nor weaves. And a polish arriving is a main line attempt to break into a glamorous mermaid glass. And so it has a day in the country air to dash up and down. Chasing sticks. Sticks sticking salivating salty sprat of spray. But not in a yawn is a yard and no harsh hound is a hateful hasty hairbrush. But hairbreadth is said to be useful for a comb to attempt keep fit and therefore remain toned. Ha the undertones of an untamed unfathomable unicorn. Ha a beak of a silver cup chatting. Xxxx intoxication z z z z at nineteen peeled grape slices to zero ground driving drips. Z z z z z
One slushy day, a Jolly fisher fishes
a wishing well, where he knows splashy fish is.
For Princess Tricia's favourite dish is,
a plate of little squishy fresh whitefishes;
and Tricia gets all she ever wishes.
Too selfy selfish to accept shellfishes,
Dogfish, Catfish, or even some Swordfishes;
and despite her mother's pushy tisch tisch tisches,
a plate of little squishy fresh whitefishes,
is all that Princes Tricia ever wishes.
The dashing, raffish, jolly fisher's wish is
by fishing for the squishy fresh whitefishes,
surely he should switch Tricia's fishy wishes;
then introduce and show some swisher dishes.
A Jolly Fisherman Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
Date wrote: 8th September 2022
We all progress around our day-to-day liabilities.
We were passing each other, raising other's obscenities.
Who has the grant to be in high-quality activities?
There's a tidal wave of dust, nettles, weed, and din all around.
Health is something to be taken care of and be delivered.
Would need a lot of seriousness to cope with the downside.
I care to be close to people, so I can cast them support.
People who are often hidden and sit in a shady court.
People who have confusion around their kids in heirloom sort.
People just being normal, not trying to have it covered.
People are giving it their all in the effort to succeed.
People who live in ethics, and grow their harmony, not greed
We've also had to learn lessons from our life's championship.
We can't learn expertise; we can't comprehend what's the percept.
When you are with clever people, it is all around the limp.
Even if I'm total and utter cheat, I could mate the truth.
Members of both parties are authorized into the white couch.
I'd welcome everyone, such as smart theorists and even dogfish.
I may not be well-known among those who flounder to improve.
They may guess I'm weird too, or at the very worst inventive.
I will not be upset about votes, or they are deceptive.
Control isn't my objective because I'm not an official.
I care to confer a whopping peaceful nation with free people.
Praise lyric for the day, praise lyric for the fight survival.
Excessive to say, how many people were killed this moment?
Chant the names of those that have sadly died and led to Clements.
Who established the railroad tracks and the marine components.
Written:03/30/2021 (D)
What You Really Want Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Richard Lamoureux
Trending the nude prints,
life had been dismissive,
plucking the gray hairs from brows.
Manipulating the dopamine
the body’s odour
wafted through the cluttering limbs.
Charcoal underlines the
need of a wounded dove.
What else one needs from grain and water.
The tears will sew the lids
one day. I don’t want
to *******he sea again.
The dogfish comes on the
shores for a rebuttal.
It had never led a dog’s life.
Satish Verma
One man and his dogfish, went to deplasterise a seabed
One man, two man and his dogfish, wished he had stayed in bed, instead
One man, two man, three man, and his dogfish, went to clean a mess up
One dogfish said to one man, two man, three man , four man
There is no chance for my pup
One man, two man, three man, four man, five man
Your kind has killed marine life
One man, two man, three man, four man, five man, six man
My unborn pup, will have no life
Tough said six man
It’s half a dozen of one man and one of the dogfish
The pitter-patter of
puppy paws
and wagging tails
by the poolside floor,
the bravest boy
begins his dash
leaps…
splish, splash splash
The next to go took
quite a trip
went for a look
but his puppy paw slipped,
whoopsie-dasie!
now he’s a dogfish
woof!
splash, splish splish
what follows thereafter is
quite the scene
now all he puppies join
the swimming team,
except for one
the smallest in class
a little too nervous
watches
splish, splash splash
The pitter-patter of
doggie steps
as mummy comes along
to give her some pep,
it takes some convincing
the run-up isn’t fast
but with all her strength
jumps…
….
splish, splash splash
Splash Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
June 1st 2020
Oh how I’m wishing that I were fishing!
I’d love to see the swishing that I’ve been missing.
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catfish
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goatfish
lizardfish
goosefish
queenfish
angelfish
devilfish
kingfish
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Hungry! I am getting wolfish for a pescatarian dish!
Oh, how I wish I could catch a fish!