Best Herrings Poems

The poems I never wrote are small fish -
sardines that roam the ocean of my mind.
Swift thoughts are they, and like a fleeting wish,
each flits...

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Spring has come in the Sunshine Coast!
Carried by the wings of Humming birds
flying through the Pacific Flyway,
flowing like a dash of fresh air
Spring has come...

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Suspense is a thing worth not knowing
Dying for the knowledge of the mystery
From novice to brainiac ever flowing,
Slipping into the dark annals of history.

Shudders at...

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A Whale of a Tale

"There yet are plenty of 'soulmates' in the sea -- 
in all seven seas, in fact."
-- a non-fishy fish fact for...

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Planning on a birthday treat for my man;
from Polish descent, I’ll do what I can.
The rollmops was just one of his vices.
One bruises with rolling...

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"A Mackerel Sky" 

shadows like sun 
dance across 
an ocean of tears

salt for the stinging
walking on clouds
with the Fisher King, 

as if in school 
in...

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It sounded so cool,
coming from the master
wordsmith there on the cover
of "Poets and Writers".
didn't he look like he knew?
White hair and beard,
impeccable, black turtleneck,
coarse cloth...

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Interconnected, cyber psychology, we are all victims of advancement, 
technological innovations pushed down our throats like harassment.  
Who are they, who goes bump in...

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HACKED

In deepest, darkest Web net space, 
with spirits that they Tor;
building rootkits to hide in place,
like wolves behind the door.
Downloads are baked with cyber psy's,
and...

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Blue Iris, 
Grimoire gondolas steal unbound human yawns,
Each Charon poised with sallow spear along the River:
Austere laughter of headless boughs 
sipping grave-scented spiritual kisses.

Gruel to...

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I was encompassed within the sullen lust
Of gentrified prepositions

Incomplete adjectives layer the magnitude of
My emptied valor

I became entrenched in the touch
The smile
The tears
Of wistful elegance

This...

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I listened to promises from a drunk,
"Bourbon talking," I should have thunk,
The day passed, the weeks concluded,
I tried to work out who was deluded,
Waiting for...

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I opened Paris' letter and cry


my heart dropped
my fingers trembled
I opened Paris' letter
mama it's been three days ...
then the dam burst, 
not the happy kind
unregretfully
the...

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The Fulton fish market 
 
 
Day breaks early on the misty water front 
the streets wake outside South Street 
to  sounds of fog...

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Kelly Ghosts!
         Dan Kelly lived and Steve Hart too,
        ...

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