Best Fishers Poems
I was made
To venture undulating time
And chase the tides forever facing forward
Through glinting waves by unknown shores
I migrate
The oceans’ warm currents for
Thousands of miles yearly, continuing
Always onward, always embraced by water
I am
The mighty blue marlin mirroring a sight
Of the blue heavens above, divinely
I was created to breathe and to glide
As this ocean life’s own,
Yet by His magnificent, pure Holy design,
I am
Powerful, challenging, defying death often
I leap
Above the rolling waves into radiant light
As water gleaming streams off my sides
Over the scars of hooks still there by fishers’ tries
I am a blue marlin
Born and destined to survive for decades
In sparkling waves observed by my sparkling eyes,
Loving the eternal swim through His created
Waters that brought our planet to life.
As Peter and Andrew were called to fish
in the lake of souls of men.
So too are we called to cast the net
just the same as it was back then.
Will your life be a beacon to guide someone
to a home in the sweet by and by;
or will you be the one to drag someone down
cause a spirit to wither and die?
Someone is watching whatever you do
you are never entirely alone.
Will you be rewarded for showing the way;
or condemned at the Great Judgment Throne?
VII. I’ve never walked on water. I’ve never calmed a storm. I’ve never fed a
multitude with fish and bread. Brother, I think it’s time to change your attitude. Follow Jesus
and He’ll make you fishers of men.
CH. Cast your nets on the other side of the water and you’ll be fishers of men. All it
takes is to trust in Him and have some faith and that’s how to become fishers of men.
VII. I’ve never seen a net that wasn’t full. One by one they cami in like we’ve never
seen. Jesus made a miracle on that day. Cast your nets in the water and become fishers of
men.
In saying follow Me, Jesus then made something else clear
As also contained in His decree is what He holds most dear
Always worried about the others in calling them lost sheep
Preaching we are Brothers and from these actions we reap
Like a candle under a basket or a voice not willing to sing
He paid your entire debt and what to Him shall you bring
Saying throughout the land, all those who haven't heard
God's Wisdom to understand in coming to know His Word
Keeping His Word not only inside, but outside for all to see
Thinking not of my pride but of all The Fathers Glory to be
Here casting line after line with hardly even one single bite
And yet all is fine, sitting here, in the shadows of His Light
Oh to be the fisher of a lost soul as all of the Heavens Sing
Such a tiny, tiny little role in any of the ones that we bring
Yes, It is all of His Glory in giving Him such righteous praise
Everyone should at least hear His Story especially now a days
Oh my friend of fishers fair.
Of all those waters we wish to dare.
Those lures and lines of many happy times.
Trout unlimited and desired wines.
Your gleaming smile and voice of care,
many more times are that of which we will share.
And that big fire in which you built,
the flames held many feelings in which are glid.
Something that is not easily rid.
Our time will come next to those sweet glistening waters
under the sun.
When jokes are plenty and sorrows are few,
these are the fishing trips I've spent with you.
For fisher's fair will have us there competing for the best.
And when we do, I could promise you I'd catch the biggest of all.
But, there you are pride as seen, you've out fished me once again.
For in a day of fisher's fair it was just the pleasure of being there.
And as dusk begins to appear, I usually regret reeling in our gear.
Even if those fish don't bite, we could fish all night.
So, our day of fisher's fair comes to a close.
And once again those bright spring days are on their way a fishing we will go.
But these are not the only times of that of which are aglow.
For you have been more than just a friend, you have lended me many helping hands.
To repay you is a debt that I hold deep within.
For we will grow older each and every year.
And if we move or grow apart, these are the special times I will hold in my heart.
For it has been friends like you of whom one would wish not to part.
So my friend of fisher's fair I will always see you out there.
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FISHERS OF MEN
Thy tender lips speak seduction
Thy eyes as charming as the stars
Thy buttocks a drummer's vibe
Thy thoughts lingers on a man's wealth
Thy love buried beneath the abyss of lies
Thy heart as slippery as an okra soup
Doesn't last a second in one hand
A hand full of men thou desires
One goes and thou finds another to fill in
Money unto money thy ambition
Fish men and eat them dry
The electrocuted fishes shock out thy pants
Woe unto thee !
Devil's fisherman
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It was another day, another glorious dawn I was in her bosom!
Here there were no trees no grass no blossom
Her sweet smell filled the air. We all of us men were her lovers!
We were all happy to be here with her. In her lair
She could have a calm demeanor or a passionate temper.
Today would be a special day!
Today she would choose me to be her lover.
I worked tirelessly and although she was angry!
She smothered me in big wet kisses.
Just like when. I was a child with my mother.
I was being drenched in her love.
I fought against her angry advances.
Still she hugged and kissed me.
She tried harder and harder to pull me to her!
But I continued to resist her charms.
Her strong open arms.
She was beginning to become more aggressive in her passion.
Her embraces were becoming ever stronger.
It was always hard to resist her mission.
even when she showed her discontent.
She began to thunder her temper and being consistent
As time wore on I was beginning to find her embrace hard to resist
too strong to fight. She suddenly kissed me hard.
I closed my eyes as her perfume filled every part of my being.
I felt peace in her embrace.
I was afraid of nothing as she took me deeper into her dark space.
A bright light suddenly appeared before me we became lovers for eternity.
Next day the other men threw a ring of flowers into the sea. For her and me.
A wedding ring for our marriage! For the sea has many lovers you see.
THEY CAST NET
IN THE WATERS
THE FISHES WERE
NETTED AND
WAITED HARVEST
THERE NETS WERE
TORN AND DRIED UP
AND THE FISH THEY
CAUGHT FELL BACK
INTO THE SEA
THEY CURSED THE CREW
AND FOUND FAULT IN MANY
THEY TURNED THEIR SHIP
BACK TOWARD THE SHORE
THEY SPOKE OF THE
MEN'S WIVES AS HARLOTS
SLUTS AND WHORES
THEY TOLD THEM TO TAKE
THEIR THINGS
AND LEFT THESE MEN
ON THE SHORE
WE WAITED THERE FOR FOUR DAYS, UNTIL THESE SEADOGS CAME BACK TO FETCH US ! "I WHIPPED THE ASS OF THE CAPTAIN, AND HIS SECOND MATE, WANTED TO KISS ME !"
MEANIOUIS THE mERCHANT
THE FISHING SHIP USS MISSION
We use animals to catch animals like 'fighting crime' in Chicago.
Shouldn't this be the point we think
about four fingers going in with a crooked thumb,
maybe rusting with whitlow,
taking hold of the silver on a sardine,
putting hooks through what supposed
to be its lungs should make us think
of Kentucky's Best & Reefer, not the buzz, but the carcinoma.
Our minds are never there; we are not that color people.
We call it entice or tackle, but we should turn on the balls
of our heels and head back home empty-handed.
Father, who entrusted me with his mission of salvation
Will provide me with labourers to realize this goal.
Pondering, he roamed around in disciple formation.
They will, like fish, gather to the kingdom of God, each soul.
Waves of humans from every walk of life were collected.
The new teacher, as though a magnet, attracted everyone.
His smile, like full-moon elegance, seemed secret-reflected.
The author of all, he's not an authoritarian
The breeze blew gently in his presence. Buds bloomed. Trees stood still.
Schools of fish swam onto the sea surface to get a glimpse.
Children, as though seeing a miracle, flocked, filled with thrill.
Poets, playwrights, and storytellers composed suspense-filled scripts.
Odd persona opted as though it's a play of honour,
Did they realize it was a calling from the Father?