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 equilibrium 

Shades of the night now blending into day
Those tears for joy now stranger to my cheek
I shuffle while the...

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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 times, tried legering and float
And now the heavy pouring rain has soaked right through my coat

Eyes peeled, alert, despite the...

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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 the unfit
without the mercy of design.
Quadrillions of cadavers
paving a road to ecological Eden,
but ending in extinction.
Not one Gaian pretender made...

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Lady cat kicks off fishless day in the face
Miserable Mr. Cat approaches to the roof cornice
                          Will rest in peace...

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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 back at 
the abandoned 
trappers cabin
returning fishless 
to my humble tent
and a solitary scotch 
as the sun sets
and mosquitoes 
replace...

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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 down our forests,
Saying it’s just to please,
Leaving our children without any leaves.

Is it possible that ever since our birth?
They’ve been...

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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 cut down our forests,
And say it’s for all of us,
Leaving our children without any leaves,
Is it possible since our birth?
We’ve...

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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 wanders
among the weeds
joy darts through
day lit darkness
hides hope’s
vacant sunshine
time taints
tomorrow’s tomorrow



the calendar’s lie
tri-colored ink charade
mocking the idleness
of one so busy
last...

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in love with vermilion
floating on optics
………………………………………….

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
…………………………………………….

you don’t want to suffer
with asterisks
annotation
disfigurs  the essence
……………………………………………

i will boil the moon
to find the separateness
between scent and grief
…………………………………………..

i am done
the...

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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 waste,
And planting is unseen.

Tell them
-They have come
To the shadeless tree;
Where resting is unpleasant,
Where sun is in abundance.

Tell them
-And Sing to...

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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 our forests seemingly with ease
And they say it’s for the good of all of us,
But it leaves our children without...

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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 milk with ridgy cupped tongues

I'm zebra confined, house stripes shade on sun
Pallet paradise by the pier, free rent
Fat foot kids...

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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 creates a dusty coat on his
stone shell, yet his eyes are wide open,
they do not blur the world
as it cascades...

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