Best Fishes Poems
If fishes were wishes
I'd buy a net, and get myself out in a boat.
I'd make it my goal to catch me a shoal
I'd find somewhere unfished, and remote.
I'd cast my net wide, over the side
Then watch it sink 'neath the blue.
I'd be happy enough, if I caught but one
For darling, I'd give it to you.
Entry for
LATE OCTOBER 2018 ,ANY FORM,
ANY THEME,UP TO A MAX OF 20 LINES Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand.
23/10/18. Placed 1st.
On Christmas, many people eat
The feast of seven fishes,
With salted cod and smelts and eel
Among the many dishes.
There also might be shrimp and calamari,
Clams and mussels,
Prepared by Mom or Nonna
Who, for hours, sweats and bustles.
But as a Jew, I might partake
Of fishes of my own,
The kind that every New York
Bagel lover’s ever known –
There’s sturgeon, whitefish, sable,
Plus baked salmon and some Nova
And belly lox, depending on
The people coming ovah.
To make it seven, you could add
Some herring made with wine
Or cream sauce, or some mackerel;
They all would work out fine.
No matter what your fishes are,
To those who celebrate,
Have a very Merry Christmas day
And Gey Gezunteheyt!* (pronounced Gay Guzzinta Hayt)
*Go in good health (in Yiddish)
“Egads and little fishes”
Reminds me of my dear old mum
Covering her head uttering this phrase
Thunder made her come undone
Terrified by each electrical storm
Dear mum would nearly passed out
With thunder, lightning, and pelting rain
She'd cower in a corner throughout
Really felt bad, she was truly scared
Tried hard not to laugh at the sight
Of mum with her apron over her head
Praying hard with all of her might
Things that happen during childhood days
Stay with us as by us life swishes
I'll always remember mum's little saying
“Egads and little fishes”
© Jack Ellison 2013
Fishes From Heaven
I’m sorry to leave that dear husband of mine
But Ted will be fine with his rod, reel and line
His love for his fishing left me in the shade
I often said Ted should have wed a mermaid
When I get to heaven, I don’t want a harp
Just send me back as a bloody great carp
If that cannot be then my gift from above
I’ll send Ted a forty pound pike with my love
He’d have little use for a nympho or wench
But he wouldn't say no to a ten pound tench
A monster sized barbel? Should I grant that wish?
Or get him to battle a monster catfish
So I can rest easy, at peace where I’m laid
Or sat on a cloud where I might see Ted wade
Into the lake where he’ll slip his big net
Under my gift that’s his biggest fish yet
I just think it’s fair that somehow I thank
My husband for fishing...
So I could see Frank.
2 February 2019
Contest: If I had a secret life
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
The flight of my whims-
In Ocean's swim!
Shallow depths of murkiness
Brimming at the rims
Bubbles of trouble,
Like rain in puddles
Gather to the Grim
Pop me none too subtle-
And pull apart my fins!
*Again, this is a bit experimental and not sure how you will interpret it. Also, I know technically "subtle" should be "subtly", but I chose to leave it grammatically incorrect. And this is embarrassing to admit, but does anyone know if "ocean's" needs an apostrophe or not? Should it be just "oceans"? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller...? ;)
FISH TO FISHES
They changed the "many fish," it is now called the "fishes"?
As in more than "one wish" for our dreams, as in "wishes."
In the apple half cut to halves, that we have to have,
Or one foot, to many feet, and calf to many calves.
No hyphen in Email and gone from Walmart?
This rule was to make the two words stand apart.
The words with hyphens we've learned and we know,
they may join or part, in this Word-Art-Nouveau.
Where to put a period or comma whilst in a quote?
Do we put them inside or outside, do take a note.
The British go outside and the Americans go in,
The rules seem arbitrary and get under your skin.
Then there are Homophones that we have to spell?
They can sound the same but our ear cannot tell.
Two too to, and flew, flu, flue, what shall we do?
Memorize, look it up, it's madly askew.
Ain't hour English easy to speak and two right?
The essay chore will keep won up half the knight.
Adding Latin and Greek, and French so to speak,
Every language applied, they finally tweak.
By Edlynn Nau
© February 11, 2016
It is the water
that keeps the fishes alive
for men's execution
Blinded by greed, we can no longer see,
The parched lake, and the withered tree,
Their eternal friendship meets a miserable end,
A painful saga of two best friends.
The story began eons ago,
Through heat, storms, rains and snow,
Stirred with care and compassion,
Immersed in kindness and passion.
The tree would admire itself in the crystal waters,
Inhabited by joyful flamingos, and playful otters,
The lake would excitedly chatter for long hours,
While splashing the tree and the sunflowers.
Graciously, the bountiful lake fed the tree,
Whilst the tree was a home to the swamp of bees,
Calmly, the lake slept under the tree’s shadow,
And, the winds rendered a lullaby with a blow.
The lake’s beauty amplified by moonlight,
And, the resplendent green tree shines so bright,
Wearing the blanket of water, the fishes play hide and seek,
And, the parrot on the tree carries twigs in its beak.
With no inkling that their paradise would crush,
Their existence erased with a stroke of a brush,
Along came a human with an axe in his hand,
To create ravage in their heavenly land.
He chopped down the tree, and polluted the lake,
Hunted the fishes, and cooked a steak,
The morbid animals began to flee,
Leaving alone the lake and the tree.
Their towering friendship came toppling down,
Buried in the grounds of the beautiful town.
Fishes move in groups
Anywhere they wander
In the deep ocean
I have been diving early dawn,
from one reef to another,
and into the depth of the shoal,
from sunrise till sunset,
but caught four tiny fishes,
and a dead oyster,
quite disturbing,
the fishes are gone.
Very vivid in my thought
just five years have passed,
my father had fished for an hour,
but brought us 3 tubs full of fishes,
and a pail of flowing abalones
and sea cucumbers,
in his pocket,
two beautiful shiny pearls.
Not so long ago,
where the fishes laid eggs,
blue, red and white corals,
tiled the natural beauty of the reefs,
but now are blackened,
dying in cyanide poisoning,
broken into pieces by dynamites' explosions,
deliberately uprooted and sold to China's
insatiable market,
they are too dead,
and gone.
something's bothering every morning,
inside of me,
fear is wildly growing,
one day if it will arrive,
fishes will just be part of
humanity's saddest memory,
the heroes of legendary books with ugly scales,
and swimming on the pages of folk tales.
It is quite not pretty,
seeing a bamboo black cross,
standing in the middle of a reef,
shouting out a message,
the sea is dead,
and all the fishes are gone,
gone even in our wildest imaginations.
lunar's glassy pond
shimmering moon moves slowly
fishes swim in sky
Seven white fishes
A tabby cat washes his claws
Water cistern chuckles
© RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
17th October, 2014
Wildest dreams come trice
Lots of fishes flooding streets
Catch some let go one
Look up in the sky
Fishes like rainbow fly high
Have three of its kind
Vendor passes by
Sell fishes and fresh fruits
Get them share in parts.
Haiku: Fishes
Along Coral reefs
A grand display of fins and tails
Nothing can compare.
By Zyrool