Best Fishless Poems

I never know which way to turn per se
Enhanced emotions flooding to the top
My lifestyle once was simpler than it's now
Gone are those years of...

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Cast to the left of me, cast to my right
Cast out in front of me but I can’t get a bite
I’ve changed my tactics many...

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He was there in the beginning
and through the eternal ending.

He'd scattered his seed 'cross numerous worlds.
They flourished.
They perished.
Flora, fauna, innumerable forms,
aeons of evolutionary warfare.
Extermination of...

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Lady cat kicks off fishless day in the face
Miserable Mr. Cat approaches to the roof cornice
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Lake like glass,
no wind this eve
which makes 
blackflies hell 
but the canoe glides
across the water 
like the trout
I pursue 
but seldom 
catch.

Up two islands 
turning...

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As a fishless fish eater
Can someone tell me,
Is eating an oyster
Like gulping a big bogie?...

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Poisoned rivers,
Fishless streams,
Is this the fruition of all our dreams?

They drill in our oceans,
Just for our locomotion,
To enable the money-grabbers,
To gratify their own needs.

They cut...

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in love with vermilion
floating on optics
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you learn in moments of insult
or insults in moment of learning
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fishless bones 
still he smels of withering pain
on black satin
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you...

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thus,
like snow,
cold ashes fall
charred history’s
hubristic gales
truth’s torment
tucked into howling
acquiescent innocence.



Empty men
line the banks
fishless rivers
sit idle
barbless hooks
impugn the air
ivy strangled
rowboats sigh



With age color fades
into the weariness
wonder...

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Tell them
-They have come
To the fishless sea;
Needless is their net and 
chums,
Useless! Their gaff and clonks.

Tell them
-They have come
To the metal land;
Where tilling is a...

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Poisoned rivers,
Fishless streams,
Is this the fruition of all our dreams?
They drill in our oceans
Just for locomotion
And enable the money-grabbers
To pander their own needs.

They cut down...

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Poisoned rivers,
Fishless streams,
Is this really the fruition?
Of all our dreams?
They drill in our oceans,
Just for our locomotion,
To enable the money grabbers,
To gratify their own needs.

They...

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Spongy brown fingers quenched by gentle tide
Eerie boardwalk creaks near the white sandy beach*
Lapping crystal mix of silt risen rush
Injects me with lovely imaginings
Purrballs scooping...

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By day, Turtle is ornamental
he sits outside of a Chinese restaurant
by the side of an ornamental pond 
that has always been empty of fish.

The traffic...

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