Best Fisher Poems
Playing at night on rocky ground, he sprained his foot.
He hobbled onwards careful where his foot he put.
The lonely shepherds had long returned to their sheep,
But he wanted to see before he went to sleep.
Shepherds said that angels sent them to the stable,
So he wanted to see all was not a fable.
The night was cold but he did not really mind,
What worried him was if he would manage to find,
The new born babe that promised peace and love to all,
So he entered quietly in the forlorn stall.
There in the half dark, dimly lit by an old oil lamp
Tiptoeing softly inside like some escaped tramp,
He saw two persons asleep, but in a cradle
He saw the sweetest babe: he felt so disabled.
The dim dark turned bright and sweet angelic voices
Turned the cold places in feelings of rejoices.
Afraid the lonely boy would not approach too near,
This king of king, was no fable and he felt fear.
The kindly woman woke and beckoned him to see,
Do not be afraid, come hither she said, It's He.
The boy hobbled slowly to the heavenly child,
Instinctively he kissed the new born babe who smiled.
One day I shall see this babe though I live so far
I'll know him for only he could possess the star.
I shall be a great fisherman and so I’ll know,
My name is John and with Him I shall always go.
27/12/2012
Placed 1
Nativity New Poems
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I encountered her on a dark stormy night
Her huge trout like lips were a scary sight
Strands of white spittle formed on angry lips
huge folds of fat spilled over her wobbly hips
With scaly grey skin and blood red eyes
and legs so fat they chafed her thighs
Hair tangled and matted like limp seaweed
She reeked like a fish of an ancient breed
Reaching out for me with her claw like nails
Slime dripped from her hands like rancid snails
I tossed her a coin and hurried on my way
She’s not been seen since that stormy day
03-28~17
Have you heard of Fisher Folk
Masked and disguised
Often difficult to see
When in front of your very eyes
Some will see through the disguise
Once engaged in conversation
Others will never see a Fisher Folk
Blinded by their manipulation
Fisher Folk do not fish
In waterways of any kind
They only fish in ones psyche
Fishing…. human minds
Fishing information, only for personal gain
Needing constant compliments and praise
This is how Fisher Folk
Spend their devious, “its all about me” days
Also known as “Me People”
And other choice names
Pretending to show interest in you
When ‘Self ‘ is the name of their game
Some will never see a Fisher Folk
Being blinded by their camouflage
Others will see straight through it
Quickly seeing the mind sabotage
Fisher Folk are generally likeable
Often intelligent , charismatic ,smart
Though their interest in others is inauthentic
Not from a genuine or loving heart
On the beach strolled a woman - ambitious!
She spied a man fishing - delicious!
“Ohhhh, your arms are so strong
and your rod is so long
I bet you catch hundreds of fishes!”
The fisherman looked with surprise
at this beautiful girl with blue eyes.
With words loved by men
she kept reeling him in,
for she always could spot a good prize!
Flirting words and a magical look
were her bait, and that’s all that it took!
The cute gal got her wish,
and if all men were fish,
all the best ones would be on her hook!
As the dusk approaches, with a fusk grunt on his face,
He realizes he has to do what's right;
To save his people from the treacherous minotaur maze,
To risk his life for people in vain.
As the sail shall not be great, he decides to travel with fate.
But truly he thinks it will be wise.
As they set off with the black flags, he promises old deer king they will change
If he survives;
With a glimmering glow from the waters below he sets sail for the island.
Miles and Miles sea after sea the destination comes nearly to a stop
With gusting winds and blushing seas, they’ve made it, at last.
While being stripped of his weapons and armor,
He notices a watching, Deer old princess of the kingdom
While her eyes glimmer at him, he looks away with unsought
Enter the Maze says one of the guards,
They all embark into the cave.
The Princess had given Theseus a sword, as he will use wisely
Standing back in the darkness the children look around,
Nothing but pitch darkness around,
Instead of staying there they decide to explore
But beware of the night before.
With a sword in his hand and rope in the other
He notices a shadow in the darkness,
The children stay back while Theseus steps forward
Confronts the beast with another step forward
With heavy breathing and death on the side
It's time for the fight he thought with a sigh.
With a Shock to the head, Theseus falls back
Gets on his feet and Shocks him back, the minotaur has been wounded
With more hits after and after the minotaur falls with a cry
Tangled in pain Theseus tanks and cut the enemy
Waiting for it to fall
To cell to the floor.
As they embark the ship again,
He comes with the princess to an island,
While he leaves her there they continue off to join the journey
To off to the king with a surprise,
Unlikely they forgot to change the sails from black
To white, so the king decides to do something unright.
The king sees the black sail and knows the worst,
With a jump, he had did
To off the cliff, he had went
So many outs he had made, while Theseus came back
And heard the news
Of the fallen king
With a joust, he had did
With a celebration understood
The newly king has been awakened
But something wasn't right,
All that night he thought of his father
Sitting and pondering with gonder.
©ChandlerFisher_2017
The Fisher.
A flash of iridescent turquoise
Captured by rays of awakening sun
As a new day born has begun
Among the thickets and leafy sprawling trees
Weeds and reeds
Kissed by morning dew
Wildflowers proliferate with a pleasing hue
Thereby a sparkling trickling
Silver ribboned stream
Reflecting fragmented images of evergreen
Within the stillness and quiet site
A small darting bird takes flight
Following the streams perpetual flow
As swift and as straight as an arrow
The feathered jewel takes a rest
On a overhanging branch
Displaying it’s striking orange breast
The little fisherman
Waits patiently
For a careless little fish to swim by
And kiss the sky
Down the fisher plunges
Within a blink of an eye
Skilfully it captures
It’s silver treat
Dangling from it’s pointed beak
And swallows in a gulp
A jewel to behold in natures treasure chest
A Juvenile
From a sandy bank cosy nest
A joy and pleasure to behold.
Peter Dome©2019.
On the beach sat the fisher McBride
With his pole in a stand by his side
Then suddenly he had a big bite
And his pole took off into flight
Up he sprang, his mouth open wide
* * * NOT HEADED FOR A CONTEST * * *
Jolly Holly wanted nothing more than to fish
In her entire life, she had made only one wish
All I need is a boat
One that will stay afloat
She had never been described as a sexy dish
Holly had other attributes. She sure could cook
And no one else was better at baiting a hook
With minnows and grubs
She stayed out of pubs
Because most men never gave her a second look
There was an air about her... not a pleasant one
It was a fishy smell that fellers liked to shun
Then one day she met Gus
A man, big as a bus!
He looked at Holly and said, "Take me fishin, hon."
Wasn't long, 'fore Gus moved in with Jolly Holly
The fished all day and made love each night, by golly
He married that lil lass
On a boat, catchin' bass
Got a collie and twin girls, Molly and Polly
If I should fly this earth tonight
somewhere between two sleeps
to the beating of a rythm
in the cadence my heart keeps
My heart shall beat its measure
to the faucet's broken seam
that leaks my mind to other worlds
and begs my soul to dream
I dream I fish for souls of men
seawater drops the looking glass
My ship is coming on the tide
I pray this vessel be my last
The souls of men shall be my treasure
of which I'd fill the cargo hull
for nothing fills my heart with pleasure
like fishing for men's souls
So on, and on, and on I fish
while the dripping cuts the seam
that leaks my mind to all dimensions
and frees my soul that beams
For while I'm pleasedwith bigger fish
it's the smaller ones I rue
The schools of the smaller souls
my nets keep passing through
So finer nets than theseI'll need
and time's no cost to me it's true
these finer nets I need take time
God rest my weary crew
These finer nets my looms will spin
and for these I count the cost
The smaller souls I'll catch in time
before they're even lost
I know the winds of fortune
are fickle with their kiss
but I know just what the future holds
an eternity of bliss
So if I fly this earth tonight
somewhere between two sleeps
to the beating of that rythm
in the cadence my heart keeps
I'll send my prayers straight up to God
in the twinkling of an eye
To save those souls a wandering
before they even die
God save me from the devil's hand
and spare me from the rod
My heart is broken from this world
I give my soul to God
I follow stars by ship at night
and sail all seven seas
to find the souls of men who're lost
by ones, and twos, and threes
My destiny was never wrote
my fate was ne'r decreed
My choices all were made for naught
for this my heart will bleed
So if I fly this earth tonight
somewhere between two sleeps
to the beating in the rythm
of the cadence my heart keeps
My ship's a coming on the tide
and fishing is my game
all the souls I've caught thus far
will never be the same
My ship's a coming on the tide
and sunshine rays come down
another soul is caught in time
they're lost and then they're found
koi not to be caught
fisher breathed a sullen sigh
pond veiled in lilies
8/6/2018
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Sailing low over the rich waters eyes alert
Wings majestic as your name suggests.
The bluish grey feathers off set with a white neck ring
Descriptive crown above your head
Wings magestic as your name suggests
Allows you to soar across the spring.
Descriptive crown above your head
No gold nor silver can be more pure
Allows you to soar across the spring.
The bluish grey feathers off set with a white neck ring
No gold nor silver can be more pure
Sailing low over the rich waters eyes alert.
Pantoum for contest by Paula
Belted King Fisher
Villanelle : Martin-Pêcheur*, the Fisher King
Walk not dark alleys nor the dim-lit lane
Darkless suns lighten not the skin in vain
Cry not « Help ! » « Help ! » lest you be thought insane
Stand not your ground in the land guns profane
Hark ! the voice struggling through ageless pain
Walk not dark alleys nor the dim-lit lane
Think not who will keep vigil high on vane
Winds echo myriad voices with rain
Cry not « Help ! » « Help ! » lest you be thought insane
Seek not to proclaim your forefathers’ bane
Your pathetic looks of sufferance contain
Walk not dark alleys nor the dim-lit lane
Your life you bartered for a head sans mane
Who thought well he had everything to gain
Cry not « Help ! » « Help ! » lest you be thought insane
Towards which Red Star* must spirit emplane
When your King his son wishes you ordain
Walk not dark alleys nor the dim-lit lane
Cry not « Help ! » « Help ! » lest you be thought insane
• Martin-Pêcheur : French for « kingfisher » ; here the Fisher King
* Red Star : Red dwarfs in our Milky Way where some 60 billion planets circulating them
could likely support life.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Over the loch they glide in pairs, one thing on their mind food, hungry fledgling await the lochs delicacies, sun gleams on the calm water, as the cool breeze creates ripples, two pair of Ospreys dip and dive, eyes set ready to pounce at the right time, then without notice one swoops, claws skimming the surface, unsuccessful, empty handed this time, like all fishermen these will not give up, life or death depends on their success, they are so graceful as they glide from one end of the loch to the other, one swoops again then another, both rise from the surface of the loch both with a catch, plucked from the water as easy as a musician plucking the strings of a harp, a tasty meal at last, trout for lunch, back later for dinner, the beauty of nature in glorious flight, exceptional birds.
master fish catcher
glide swoop miss retry got it
trout beware ospreys
6/29/2018
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A HAUNTED FISHER
A hawk - sighted and decided young fisher;
Traps skillfully, fishes for his wisher;
Waving and sliding water - hills over;
With howls of 'hurray', grows ever.
Now a wisher, decrees vessels;
And fishes millions of dreams and pearls;
Blunts swords of sun and might of whirls;
The spheres of storms and lightening, hurls.
A god of holdings turns all to gold;
Life to moving circular fold;
Time to scarce diamonds mould;
And occasions to sudden perches for hold.
Possess a paradise with Hedden;
Breaks brutally into the forbidden;
Inflows and outflows hidden;
Landslides and gullies end Aden.
Fast after flying dreams, unheard, till;
Fast typhoon tosses, waves, spill;
Quacks and wrecks whiflashing castle, fill;
Wakes of the storms died and waters calm still.
Now where is the floating tower?
Flying dreams and manifold power;
Where is the longed Hedden and Aden’s lover?
Isn't the ocean calm blue and tempting ever???
JOSE PUDUSSERY
She was a writer and she also loved to act.
While she was on a plane, she had a heart attack.
I thought that she was getting better but sadly, she didn't make it.
Her fans are devastated by her untimely death, people can't take it.
She had many acting roles but she'll be best remembered as Princess Leia in Star Wars.
When a person dies, it's always painful and it's something that people can not ignore.
Everybody wanted her to get better and we were shocked to see her die.
Now all of friends, family and fans grieve because we have to say goodbye.
[Dedicated to Carrie Fisher (1956-2016) who died at the age of 60 on December 27, 2016.]