Best Fishing Poems
A fishing boat left the port of Kinsale
The rain was lashing and blowing a gale
Fishing grounds were in sight
Then they had a great fright
Along side swam a giant killer whale.
A fish pong round the boat was so smelly
"Hold your noses "cried out Captain Kelly
Whale then bit off a chunk
Fishing boat and crew sunk
They all ended up in the whales belly.
Written 5th August 2019.
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Turned and tossed like toys
Riding the mighty waves
Their master does what he wilt
To them his humble slaves
Rudely he flings their boats asunder
But calm can be his days
He is his own Master Wild
Unrepentant in his ways
His moods can change quite quickly
From sparkling blues to greys
From lapping shores so softly
To howling roaring waves
Dark skinned men with coal black eyes
Bear their humble offering
To their Mighty God of the Sea
Lowly fishing boats they bring
There are some days when kind he is
They leave with catch intact
But there are others when he demands
The rights to his contract
Their women sit on the shores
Their eyes in trance like state
They pray the Mighty Sea God
Who decides their husband’s fate
Will he be of better mood today
With offerings that they’ve sought
Garlands of scented sandal wood
From the wild woods they have brought
Dark skinned men return with catch
Bursting through the seams
With laughter ringing out they’ve come back home
In scented sandalwood dreams
beyond cobalt horizon’s expanse
fishing ships far offshore call to me
how joyful were those years
casting, catching, communing
lines between God and nature faded
ocean tides rule my life
joy ebbs farther each moment
bright yellow days of prosperity
displaced by lonely indigo nights
wishing the sea were still my playground
eyes now scan a blue bedroom's walls
blues from a radio taunt my heart
There's a path I always take
down to the river where the woods
are dressed down open
The light of the sky
doesn't shine in your eyes
but leads the way to redemption
I like to stand there for a moment
on the shortcut created by troubled feet
woven with wilderness bliss
and cigarettes butts
It's a path that never sleeps
I see the same semi-blind vision
of the river every time
I hear baby boat horns blaring in the distance
and floating out of view
I walk to the rhythm of the trees
the faint sound of Wild Thing
playing in the car
I carry a bent black rod
with a tangled neon line
and a mud-covered box of rusty hooks
and flaming red bobbers
I wear my T-Shirt that says Iron City Beer
that's cut off at the belly
or sometimes my other one
that says Just Do It
with shredded denim shorts
that ride my buttocks
After a few seconds of inhaling
and exhaling an indecision
I do what most fishermen do
with only my thoughts to keep me company
I find a clean rock
and cast with desperation
The woods close
Tiny boardwalk along the Halifax River
Waiting to see what “catch” nature will deliver
Royal Palms’ fronds rustle in fall’s gentle breeze
No noisy distractions from teens on their jet skis
Cute baby seagull swims above my fishing line
Unlike a pet, this bird doesn’t bark, bite or whine
He knows me well and I can tell he wants to eat
So I toss bait and he bobs his head for the treat
Yet he lingers, craving a flounder or redfish
You see, my companion and I have the same wish
Quick tug at my line; what prize might lie below?
A hefty blue crab emerges as my cargo
With claws and feathers interacting, I’m amused
But break up the fight so no animal’s abused
Such friends make life better for one who lives alone
In a pandemic when isolation’s seeds are thrown
Fishermen appreciate little rays of hope
That grant a smile and make it easier to cope
August 15, 2020
For Silent One’s “Sanctuary” poetry contest
There is a place where the land bows down to kiss the misty tide,
Where rolling waves bring memories of the place my heart resides.
There among the old fishing shacks that stretch along the shore,
I find the thing I’m longing for, in your sweet embrace once more.
We sit together on a weathered log I carve my initials on,
And as you mend the fishing net, I sing your favorite song,
“Oh Danny Boy”, falls on the wind and floats across the bay,
As you smile at me and melt my heart, with words you do not say.
Beneath a golden sun with the fish and the smell of wild flowers,
A little girl and her Grandpa, sit happily and while away the hours,
And when the sun dips in the bay, we put the mended nets away,
And hand-in-hand walk home again, to the end of a perfect day.
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Author: Elaine George
(In loving memory of Theodore Evans - My Grandfather)
When we were young boys on our farm.
A fish tale never meant any harm,
We oft were given a look,
When from such a tiny brook,
We claimed a fish as long as your arm.
But then our neighbor named Meg,
Beat the fib and put us down a peg,
By claiming from the same brook,
With not a worm on her hook,
She caught a fish as long as your leg!
Well that truth was quite hard to beat,
Then Summer beat a hasty retreat.
Winter changed the fishing world,
Meg turned from tomboy to girl.
And now this fishing tale is complete!
For John Freeman's "Fishing Limericks"
Call Your Mother
Pick up the phone...
do it now.
If you can.
Later if you must,
I trust that you,
know the difference.
She never put you off
or told you "later" on.
She was there,
when the world,
was not.
Not everyone has one,
"someone" like her.
You are ungrateful,
and a prick.
That is thick from me,
as I hate my own,
don't you see.
Some moms are not kind,
they do not make cookies,
or serve you wine.
They have other ways,
of making their
presence known.
That does not mean,
that yours is less,
or undeserving.
You decide,
Clyde,
but don't hide,
take pride,
in the manner you say,
that is "my mom..."
over there,
to share,
stories about the good times,
prayers about the bad,
and hugs,
for all the days
in the middle.
One fine day I was fishing at sea
Two big blue whales swam up by me
They flicked their tails sent up a spray
All I could do was watch and pray
They kept flicking and sank my boat
I'm now in the water and here I float
If no one is around to save my life
Then a widow she'll be, my wife.
I'm not afraid of a big blue whale
I'll put a harpoon in its flickering tail
When seas get rough from a blowin' gale
Just pour me another swig of ale.
They kept flicking and sank my boat
I'm now in the water and here I float
If no one is around to save my life
Then a widow she'll be, my wife.
I'd cut my hand and the blood ran free
Three fins appeared ready for their tea
Then from nowhere I heard a shout
"Grab the rope we'll get you out".
They kept flicking and sank my boat
I'm now in the water and here I float
If no one is around to save my life
Then a widow she'll be, my wife.
They hauled me in and saved my neck
I was a soggy heap upon their deck
I was perished they gave me rum
Felt a warm glow in my tum.
They kept flicking and sank my boat
I'm now in the water and here I float
If no one is around to save my life
Then a widow she'll be, my wife.
The sails went up they made for shore
Made a vow to myself the sea no more
Now I'm a crofter working on dry land
And ne'er again see sea or sand.
They kept flicking and sank my boat
I'm now in the water and here I float
If no one is around to save my life
Then a widow she'll be, my wife.
After five months I was longing to be
Back in the boat fishing out at sea
A landlubbers life was not for me
On the water I was free.
They kept flicking and sank my boat
I'm now in the water and here I float
If no one is around to save my life
Then a widow she'll be, my wife.
The credit for the third verse goes to Jenna Logan.
Written 31st January 2021.
(Tropical acoustic vibe, laid-back but emotionally charged)
[Intro]
(Acoustic guitar, soft island beat building in)
Island girl...
[Verse 1]
Island girl, I’ve got my eyes on you,
Loving the way you move, babe, so smooth.
Longing for your hand, take my song,
Take me where you belong, come on.
Together, island girl, just me and you,
We can groove, baby, we can find our groove.
[Pre-Chorus]
Girl, you don’t know what you’ve been missin’,
But when I catch you, babe, it’s all night kissin’.
Feelin' those waves, goin' deep sea fishin’,
Makin' love, island girl, we’re on a mission.
[Chorus]
Island girl, you’re the one I adore,
You’ve got my heart, and so much more.
Your heat, turnin' me to steam,
To gaze at you, girl, it’s like a dream.
I’ll bring the ice, we’ll melt together,
Tropical nights, girl, now and forever.
[Verse 2]
Sweet island girl, you’re all in my dreams,
Your touch so tender, like warm summer beams.
To hold you close, under the stars,
Where we’re lost in love, no matter how far.
Tropical tunes and a lover’s sound,
Baby, with you, I’m never comin' down.
I melt into your almond eyes,
Lost in the glow of your gaze tonight.
[Pre-Chorus]
Girl, you don’t know what you’ve been missin’,
But when I catch you, babe, it’s all night kissin’.
Feelin' those waves, goin' deep sea fishin’,
Makin' love, island girl, we’re on a mission.
[Chorus - Shortened]
Island girl, you’re the one I adore,
You’ve got my heart, girl, and so much more.
Your heat, turnin' me to steam,
To gaze at you, girl, it’s like a dream.
(Short instrumental break)
[Bridge]
(Spoken softly, with background harmonies)
Underneath the moon, where the waves roll in,
I’m callin’ your name, and I can’t wait to begin.
Let’s drift away, just you and I,
In this island dream, we’ll never say goodbye.
I melt into your almond eyes,
And in that gaze, all our time flies.
[Chorus - Outro]
Island girl, you’re the one I adore,
You’ve got my heart, and so much more.
Your heat, turnin' me to steam,
To gaze on you, girl, it’s like a dream.
(Fading into soft instrumental as waves crash gently)
Island girl...
Island girl...
big strong furry brown
fishing for salmon with paws~
prancing through flowers
Date Written: 4/12/2022
3 Place
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Wild Animal Haiku Poetry Contest Haiku poetry form only. Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Fishing one day in the southern ocean
The sun had risen and was shining bright
Overhead me I heard a commotion
A snowy albatross gliding in flight.
With a huge wing span he circled around
The haul on my deck had caught his keen eye
Out of all the boats it was mine he found
He then glided down and let out a cry.
He landed on the water close to me
I reached to my catch and threw him a fish
Gone in a flash, he must have been hungry
I threw two more, for him a tasty dish .
Sailors who see them say it's a good sign
I hoped by my actions luck would be mine.
Written 16th October 2019.
Writing Challenge, October 2019 Bird - Poetry Contest
Sponsored By Dear Heart- Wiishkobe Ode.
There's a river winding gently through the pastures on the flats,
collecting tributaries of little creeks that the lower ground attracts.
'Tis the river that the angler seeks - the stream where pools run deep and slow.
I net the crayfish just for fun and there I let them go.
Written: November 06, 2023
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A swarm of herring gulls amassed
Nexus Nautilus nabbed by zealous winds,
whitening the black soil
we hold spears in our hands.
blood-stained thorns on the side
sullen squawks a skirmishing sporophyte,
dubious, grayish rumors must be buried
drave in a drizzle, drape to deities.
Installation of sentry fences
Sisyphean stones
anchor down using seal and string
flaws in the swings used by blacksmiths
Unborn burning bullion bludgeon
Savage sunless swords embryonic
Edgeless, with no reflections.
Each peak over the Edenic Steppes is sprayed,
using torn paper candles as bait
climbing scaffolds with lumber rungs
pounding of leather-heavy boots
darkened, grimacing features
Flocks failing feathers or flight.
Our hold slips on windswept
Windswept updrafts carry us away
as offspring of the royal family.
I spoke to the sea,
a calm breath
though a gale raged
inside of me – both my
sails shredded, I begged
for mercy:
“Thou art the greatest world current,
what brag would be a wretched notch
like me!? Devourer of coasts!
Reshaper of vast continents! Bane
of man’s mightiest fleets! Countless
formidable have foolishly challenged thee, and now
lie silent in your crushing depths...were I
added to such esteem numbers,
a bald-headed, gray bearded, toothless
old dote, it would be a disgrace~
better toss me high into the
air, toward that island over there, for
unlike you, Great Wet Majesty, crocodiles
and lizards have no pride; then there
not be shame of yours to hide –
promise, never will I return….”
and this, dear children, is why
grandpa cannot take you fishing --