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Hook Line and Sinker

Me, my brother Tom and Uncle Pat were on a fishing holiday
three men in a rowing boat way out in Dublin Bay
we anchored up and cast six rods over a sunken wreck
hoping for the catch of our lives to haul onto the deck
hours passed with the floats just bobbing up and down
Tom fell asleep and Pat sat watching with a frown
a ferry passed by and the swell nearly made us capsize
as I held onto the sides Pat stood there with staring eyes
his float had gone and the rod had bent double
I woke Tom up and told him we were in trouble
Pat grabbed the rod and with all the strength he had
he struck the line which went straight down, oh man this was bad
the boat began to list quite far and water was gushing in
we started bailing out, but Pat held firm he stood there with a grin
he had a bite that was pulling hard the line shot under the keel
only one fish had the strength for this, it was a giant conger eel
Tom rummaged through the tackle and handed Pat a knife
we shouted ‘cut the line’ or this fish could take a life
but he heaved and reeled then shouted ‘get the gaff’
we saw his head and great big teeth and said ‘you’re having a laugh’
Tom grabbed an oar and whacked it’s head, the oar it broke in two
Pat’s foot was in the firing line and the eel snapped at his shoe
the eel it thrashed; we kicked and lashed the eel half out the boat
but the eel was having none of it and was going for Pat’s throat
the screams were heard by other boats who came to our rescue
the next we knew the eel was dead killed by god knows who?
a harpoon in it’s head stuck out and we were showered in blood
Pat saw blood gushing from his foot, then fell with a sickening thud
we climbed aboard the other boat, the eel it was their prize
we lost our boat and rods, half a shoe plus two toes, It’s the truth, I tell no lies….

© 21/2/2014

For Caleb's Contest...Now it has been judged I can say it is all true....

Copyright © David Williams | Year Posted 2014

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Junk Sale

I'm thinning out some things of mine
I do not want or need
Some for sale  some for trade 
Most of it is free
My poisonous relationships
They gave  me fits and rashes
All the bridges that I burned
Well, there's the can of ashes
Wishes are a dime a dozen
Believe me there are plenty
You can have my broken dreams
And thoughts are just a penny
This box of nickels is dirt cheap
They're all made of wood
A pack of lies that I bought
Some are pretty good
There used to be some happiness
It seems to be misplaced
I lost some time that I was given
But most just went to waste
These mirrors with smoke, a pig in a poke
A hook, line, and sinker
All came free with my insurance
From unscrupulous hood-winkers
My policy is "No returns"
I hope you'll understand
If you're like me then you'll agree
This junk's still in demand  

national poetry competition entry under my pen name "poemdog"

Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2016

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floating feelings

flying high within
floating on
wings of love
beating on the walls
softly like those
fluttering wings
butterfly feelings
emotions kiss
when i laid
eyes on you

becoming one world
a dense fog lifts
an oasis
of paradise
drinking from
the cup
you became
my addiction

hooked like a fish
fighting this 
loving feeling
as the feet
landed on shore
hook line and sinker
you got me

walking the sands
of life
your hands
in mine
stepping into 
the setting sun
tonight we dine
awaiting morning
in a rising sun
eloping with you
to a golden paradise

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2013

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Hook, Line and Sinker

Hook, Line and Sinker
I went fishing by myself today
It is not something I normally do
I like to sit by the water’s edge
Watching the light reflect off the blue

Yes I like the fishing part
The hook, line, sinker, bobber and worm
And just in case I get a bite
I have a grip on the pole that is firm

I can’t think of a better thrill
Then to see the bobber go down
I try to remember all that you said
To make that fish land aground

But whatever has taken the bait
Is not coming in like I thought
It has other ideas in mind
I can tell you that fish really fought

Finally after quite a while
The fish gave up the fight
I was tired clear to the bone
But oh my what a beautiful sight

Twenty pounds at least I thought
I envisioned catfish filets all around
It got it close up to the bank when I heard 
The most terrible horrible sound

I lost my hook line and sinker
The sound was the twang of my fishing line
The catfish saw me up close and left
And destroyed my vision of catfish divine
Connie Moore

Copyright © Connie Moore | Year Posted 2014

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WOMEN ARE EVIL, men ARE stupid

WOMEN ARE EVIL - men ARE stupid

Women are evil, men are stupid
when it comes to affairs of the heart, the arrow of cupid
It's sometimes a game that a broken love plays
so clever these women creating such disarray

Men go in like idiots, hook line and sinker 
not seeing clearly hidden by blinkers
whilst being ridden, women take men for a ride
there is almost always something sinister lurking inside

To manipulate, all they do is spread legs,for in truth men are just dumb ****s
all they think of is shooting their muck
so to summarize the last statement so easy to control
such a fixation men have on that sweet juicy hole

A nine month period a baby after this
a time when women can truly take the piss
i know men can be such bastards but in short women have the evil last laugh
they will hurt you so easily with there vengeful wrath

From restrictions on kids, to doing your best mate
as i said, just opening legs men just take the bait 
yes there are enlightened ones like myself, who recognize this 
still with my kid a women controls me and takes the piss

Men are from Mars, women are from Venus
wouldn't it be funny if i was a women with a *****
 just to clarify so you understand 
 i could have an evil intention coupled with a stupid plan

If i had the mind, genetics and equipment equal from each sex
i could get ****ed,**** also cry from cruel texts
i could start a campaign to change how both parties can be
i'd be the one to set both men and women free  

Okay there would still in the future be a few underground freaks 
would have the evil, stupid thing going on, not taking in my speech 
but it's just my thoughts, this will obviously never be
one can only dream, loose oneself in a fantasy

For those who hear my words, take in all that i write
men will always be stupid they will never see the light
so women can continue being evil playing their evil game
today, tomorrow, the future will always be the same
For while women have a pussy, a sweet juicy hole
that will always be the ticket to gain easy control
its like dangling a carrot on a string in front of a donkey
they are the organ grinders we are the monkeys

Men are dominant and strong, women are subservient and weak
whosoever made this bold and silly statement, let the ****ers speak
men are stupid, women are evil and clever
to be honest i see no change, it will be this way forever

Poem by Paul Powell  20/06/08

Copyright © Paul Powell | Year Posted 2013

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Hook, Line and Sinker

The fishing of Scotland's coast
To be honest I have to boast
Please come take a look 
And dangle your hook
And join me in traditional toast

My favourite place is called Dunnet Head
With many species it has to be said
One just dangles their line
Hey presto! see what you find
It's a bite, not the weight of your lead

But sadly there has been some stinkers
When the fish must have been thinkers
For many times we did try
In us they espied
Wasting our time dropping our sinkers

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2011

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Deadliest Catch

Grandpa was a jolly old winker.
And I was a nine year old stinker.
He was a fish getter
But I did him one better...
I caught Grandpa... hook, line, and sinker!

Copyright © Jason Talbott | Year Posted 2011

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After the rain, 
the Sun will rise again
we have been in darkness since they arrived
in their caravan of dreams with empty promises of change, 
and constructive untruths, with which they tricked us to abandon our familiar ways
to walk their paths of retrogressive progression; 
for which we accepted their baseless theories:
hook, line and sinker-

We were competiting perfectly well
before they came in multitude of allied forces
preaching the message of political salvation, 
and of unity in diversity,
soliciting our mandate to cleanse the land of its filth:
to lay solid foundation for our children and our children's children; 
to revive us from the comatose of corruption hampering our collective goals; 
to expunge segregation and gender discrimination from the polity; 
to create equal opportunities for the youth and women alike; 
to harness our untapped earthy endowments for our communal advancement; 
to cultivate vibrant seeds of peaceful coexistence, to erase poverty from the land...

Unbeknownst, like chameleons, they had come hiding their true colours behind highly sugared manifesto
and with enticing propaganda, 
they planted seeds of discord amongst us
to frustrate the Second Coming of the Messiah and his message of transformation and sustainability.  

Today, the yields of the seeds they sowed speak volume
for we have become aliens in our own lands, 
slaughtered like rams, gradually losing our freedoms for fear of the whip of their change agents, lurking for favourable loopholes to maim their compatriots...

Before our eyes, they dismantled our umbrella of unity and handed us brooms to sweep off the fragments into moulds of segregation and favouritism...

We are the architects of our own discomfiture, for we stood by the river and let lather slip into our eyes; now, we are drown by their incessant upsurge of blame and revenge, and no more do we hear echoes of our greatness, Giant of Africa! 

Truly, they have cleansed our land as they promised when they first came to us
as we feel the grip of their iron fists: milking our cows dry, sweeping clean the harvests stored up from many seasons of perseverance and diligence
(and many have lost confidence reposed in us)
for with their lips, they have condemned us to the world. 

Cornered to this island of solitude, we have lost our bearing and our sense of belonging and the centre can no longer hold...
Who will be our Moses to liberate us from this repulsive stagnation and lead us to the Promised Land? 

We have been neglected on this voyage, 
on this journey of collective aggrandizement, 
but after the rumblings of the rain on this phase, 
the Sun will rise again...
If we are willing to change the tide, and raise the sails; 
after this torrential reign of terror raining down on us, 
the Sun will surely rise again.

Copyright © Patrick Utitufon | Year Posted 2017

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the river trip revised

fishing at a river
not knowing what he'd catch
he casted out his line
not hopeing for the best

sometimes you get a nibble
and sometimes you get a bite
but you never know what's on the line
until you reel it in for sight

fishing at the river
not knowing what he'd catch
he caught a fish named charlie
some say that it's the best

she fell for it hook,line, and sinker
and surely did'nt resist
for all the fishermans trickery
he did his very best

he'd caught her with his words
and suduced her with his rhymes
pulled on her emotions
tightened up his lines

he had to be persistant 
and hold on don't let loose
reeling in his biggest catch
gave his ego a boost

but when it came to falling in love
she'd put him to the test
the fisherman was surely happy
with hit lastest catch

Copyright © john loving iii | Year Posted 2012

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funny man on the moon

heres how i see it
and heres how it is
living in this world where half of it is advanced
with indoor plumbing
cell phones
and a huge chunk of the globe is not
part of the world still has a hole in the floor for a toilet
and we say ignorance is bliss
oh funny funny man on the moon
the joke you really meant in the Hollywood basement
of one giant step for man
and one leap for mankind

Have we not clued in yet?
Do we not live blind leading the blind?
Am i the only enlightened who realizes
that we were in space probably 70 years before we made it public to the world 
and Nasa is full of it
oh funny funny funny man on the moon
why is society so gullible to think
that the governments technology hits the mainstream market
before they use it for years and perfect it and work out all the bugs
and then hands us something that just looks faulty
and we fall for it hook line and sinker

give me a moment
funny funny funny us
half the world buries their waste
and we flush it away
half the world has technology and half of it is in the stone age
and yet we seem to think
that whoever invents these things has no ties
or affiliation to putting us under their thumb
i mean come on do the math
they landed on the moon
how they tell you they send sattelites into space is a truth within alie
they made up 50 years ago
and were falling for it today

let me play
i get it 
society is dumb
I'll write something yesterday
say i wrote it today
no one will know what to believe
I'll even put a cowboy hat on
I'm sure those cowboy western movies
they had just as many cameras and cellphones
but didn't release them in the market

consider yourself a fool
if you don't think they don't have something in their pocket full of tricks they are 
working on right now
they're going to sell to the future
and no one gets the famous joke
the man on the moon told to the mensa geniuses
but a hush fell over the crowd
and I'm sure there was consequences for laughing
and chances are even they were blinded by the bling
life and blind leading the blind
such an easy concept to grasp
and man on the moon
your a funny funny funny man!

Copyright © Troy Nelson | Year Posted 2007

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My element

I am in my element
swimming the sea's turbulence.
Diving deeper and deeper,
speedy as an arrow sent.
Swimming the sea's turbulence;
impenetrable darkness
Speedy as an arrow sent
caught with hook, line and sinker;
Impenetrable darkness;
diving deeper and deeper.
Caught with hook, line and sinker;
I am in my element. 

Copyright © theresa stephens | Year Posted 2014

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Food For Thought 2

                         For the realistic and the optimistic

Been watching the news, it gives me nothing but the blues and it's the politicians who's turning the screws, we have a situation witch needs to be defused or everybody's about to loose. Relations are starting to corrode people has gone into me mode while things have spun out of control and about to explode. Have we reached the crossroads? Crime is running rampant, shooting, lootings entire neighborhoods on the run and the problem is. More Guns. The nation is becoming divided, in a real crisis, as we turn on each other we forget about ISIS.

Even though they are being beat down, constantly under attack, they are like a bad dream, that keeps coming back. Witch should let us know, not to play them cheap, they are a formidable foe. This country need complete unity to stay strong and free. For no matter how tuff or how grand a house divided shall not stand. This also looks like an elaborate plan to wipe out man. Yes we are in a real stinker and we are falling for it, hook, line and sinker. I mean muder, malice, mayham and madness is everywhere, are we dealing with The Prince of the Power of The Air?

Just look, thousands of bombs, they expend with no compassion, they grin, as they wash their hands in the blood of children. Mean while the big wigs sit back and keep score. Yes folks it's the rich against the poor. People will continue to get sadder as they climb the ladder. Now they are to trash the middle class. When they're through they are coming after the well to do. While we be obedient doing as we are told, like the ostrich sticking our heads in a hole. I don't have to fight nor flee, if I don't see the Lion the Lion don't see me. We are being overpowered then devoured. At least when we stand upright, we know when to fight or take flight. By closings our eyes, playing dumb, something evil this way has come.

He looks like very familiar faces, he also sit in the highest of places. None of us has any worth as long as Satan sit on the throne of the Earth and what we now observe is just the tip of the iceberg. But don't get the blues there is very good news. You are a beacon of light, so shine bright which will drive away the night and show you are living right and it's all right to grandstand for you are in the best of hands.

People. There is a fierce battle about to be fought and a hard lesson that will be taught, so with your drawers down don't get caught, take the blinders off people...
Food For Thought.

Copyright © Milton Robertson | Year Posted 2016

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Of Pestilence and Resilience

My wife woke me up last night and said that she had been bitten all over by something,
She said she was certain it had not been me...
Alarmed! I rolled off the bed and landed on my knee.
Our baby was sleeping soundly and he did give a tither,
Sleep was precious and mine was a lost treasure.

Switching on the lights, I ventured to check
My wife, armed with a torch went over every speck
Checking anything that moves, including my shadow...
She declared she was fed up with my strange bedfellows!
My wife, she is a fighter! and I went down once again, hook line and sinker.

Crawling carefully, we saw quite a few well fed guests,
Trust me, they had had a feast and were ready for a well earned rest.
"Bed bugs! in my house!!" bellowed my wife!
I knew someone was nearing the end of someone's life.
The blame was sure to come on me and and so I quit exchanging pleasantries.

The next day I surfed the net and posted the problem on a website...
And answered phone calls well into the night!
Carpet area, free services and yearly sprays to get rid of all pests..
The offers were tougher to negotiate than a reprieve from the God of Death.
All said and done, the deal was signed and the work began.

They sprayed all over and under and even in between the third and fourth dimensions
Einstein would have been impressed, maybe even written an equation!
I sit in front of the computer with a runny nose...
Keeping watch over the house even as the scourge of the bugs slowly go.
The house smells funny and for two days I will miss their company.

My wife and kids, I mean and not the bed bugs.. O Reader!!
You are as bad as my wife, who thinks I am a lazy bugger!
Little bed bugs can shake a household, 
Or as in my case, put life on hold.
Nowadays I write poems for my friends who have turned cold.

Those pest control guys did a good job, I believe,
I can see insects falling from the walls, the cracks, and the crevices.
Sometimes Life is just simple and straight,
Bed bugs, cockroaches and even a few mosquitoes are a part of your fate.
What is amazing is that a bug's bite has been converted into the Net's byte!

I rest my case...
Accepting whatever I get with...grace.

Copyright © Girish Gokul | Year Posted 2011

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On Writing Poetry

A poem must stir our emotions,
Like the storms churning in the oceans
Like the fiery lava flowing downhill,
And just not be any run-of-the-mill.

It must tug firm at the reader's heart
And grip him good from the start,
Let him not idle, purr or whimper
But gulp it down hook, line and sinker!

However you may rough-hew the lines,
Or trip over the dreaded syllables mines,
Matters not if it's an epigram or a sonnet--
Did it make someone smile, cry or fret?

Life's best and happiest of times
are written in verses and rhymes,
Poetry unravels the mysteries of the mind
and helps the weary soul to unwind!

~Theme #4 Poetry contest by SKAT A

"A Poet's Worth" contest by FJ Thomas

Copyright © Abdul Malik | Year Posted 2012

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The Privilege

Oh! How I long for that
one sweet moment of
loneliness, when the human race
decides to piss off, leaving me
to wallow in my own
The pressurized world,
the ceremonious
corporate reciprocates, one’s
space to foul, with flouting
flagrant farts! Creating
thunderous turmoil, a
chaotic state of mind,
a wind of prevalent
Innocent minds, virgin thoughts
collective breeding grounds,
stage upon stage, the master’s philosophy to
be acted out. His! To
nurture, to alter, personalities
to change, ideals to strive
for, directions to enforce.
new breed, created from
the production line of
progression, cantankerous wankers! Mountaineers
all. “No strings” Yet each one
a “Puppet” To the regime, each
one skilled in the art of
deceit, degrees in codhology, all
willing to sell their soul
to the executive.
“Interaction Management” The
suave enemy. “Believe it”
At one’s peril,
“The flattery
the empathy
the confidence”
Seek out! The expression
behind the expression.
If not! “One will love it”
Hook line and sinker, caught
in a web of verbal
trash, dressed up in treachery.
the moralist to become ridiculed,
their dispute subjected
to “Reductio ad absurdum” Yet
their accuser dances
amongst the clouds, eyes forever
searching skywards, the social
divorce permanent.
Are these arrogant ones,
those reared in such cynical ways,
their curriculum brimming with
intellect, yet without
the power to reason,
only the power to perform!
The forked tongue, the worthless hand shake
at Christmas time, the insincere
parody that floats across the
pay table.
Many years
I have given myself
to this crap, and here are
these bastards, having us
all feel grateful, for the

© Harry J Horsman  1993

Copyright © harry horsman | Year Posted 2010

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Song of Peter Pan

My waterfall of spiral light
hearing the pitter pat
of endless night
of rolling blue Danube thoroughfare junction
flowing to the right
of sequines' songbird function,
Eye, the crescent moon
ebbing and bulging in yr sight,
can only wonder
how you capture
the Sun's fiery light...

crying and can't pinpoint Y
I think joy has overcome
my reason to question why
I've given up reading
all those escapist books,
for everything in mynd
has been growing cold,
the beer on my breath
is stale and old
fuzzy froth
my beard, the hot
chicky broth...

Why do some choose
separate doors
to sleep behind
and row away without oars?

I prefer to play like children with kites and wind, 
to never grow up -
to be a mountain,
a bard
and a friend
to a juxtaposition
of old animal lore;
they speak to me when
the adults have given 
me a bore,

Why must things be "just so"? and more:

the shiny silver
the crystal,
the green liquor bottles,
the trial of gastritis inside romance novels,

and why Eye continue
crying as I write this
soul a - spying,
whimpering from the loss
of someone I could not
own, control, or boss,

I finally respect myself
because now I can be
my own friend,

and You, my newbell and
whom I hve fallen for
hook, line, and sinker
a young fairy
older than her daze
exploring space, but following
a personal sort of maze,

I give you this ring
of thee I sing
unafraid but in proportion
to yr fairy wing,
I glow with persperation
aside said proposition:
Give us this day
hour daily bread
In hills of Valhala where
waters' cold in head
to start with ice dams
fish hatcheries
and the like,
of trout flopping with
orangegreen and streaking pike,

of a Neverland
straight on till morning
my starlight
in white,
I'll pull down the silver
streaking moon tonight
and give you the
collection of dust
which you'll keep
in a box of starlightening trust
of these good intentions
I send
to You, morningafter 
fairy - within you
I'll sleep...

Copyright © Mark Riedel | Year Posted 2006

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After forever

After forever when I can no longer be here
When memories start to fade don't fret I'll always be near my dear
An evening while out fishing, feeling lonely because it's me your missing
That's one of the very best times to be reminiscing
I'll be right there beside you with each cast of your fishing pole
As you sit fishing in one  of my favorite honey holes
When you feel the warmth upon your face from the sun
It's a kiss and caress of my hand for you Hun
When you find yourself chilly due to the weather
That snug tight fit is me hugging you just like your sweater
When the gentle breeze lightly tickles as it blows through your hair
It's a sign from me letting you know that I'm there
When you hear the birds and crickets playing their songs
I'm singing for you too, in your heart I've been there all along
With the creeks steady peaceful flow
My love will be with you wherever you go
When you smell the scent of pine in the air
That's me pining for you, letting you know I still care
I'll be your cloud cover when the fish bite the best
Always protecting you, I'll be that eagle soaring high above its nest
When you start to fade to grey and you feel your heart begin to break
I'll add a splash of color and be the beautiful vibrant flower pedals you see beside the lake
If grief overcomes you in the midst of a storm and frozen on a standstill your numb with too much pain
I'll be raindrops of encouragement enticing you to dance in the rain
Don't think like the salmon that we had a great run
Our precious time together will never be done
Tall, proud, and strong like a solid oak tree
Let all of these things remind you of me
While sitting on  the bank watching a beautiful sunset
I'll be the waves crashing over you, you'll never forget
If you decide to go out on your boat
I'll be your life vest that will help keep you afloat 
Out fishing in nature is where we'd share some of our very best dates
You had me hook, line, and sinker, didn't need any bait
For you my loves, in heaven you're all well worth the wait
You will always be my fishing partners and very best mates
On evenings when the fish just won't bite
I'll be the stars that help guide you home and light up your night
I'll be the silhouette you see dance across the water from the light of the moon
Don't be in a hurry to get back to me too soon
When you catch a fish and think back to how I'd always catch the best ones
Your right, it's you and our kids and after forever when you's catch up we'll have even more fun

Copyright © Melissa Tracy | Year Posted 2017

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Good Poets

I’ve lost the thread,
I don’t know why,
however much I sit and try
I still think lots of poetry’s crap,
(it’s not like me to think like that).

I struggle on from verse to verse,
as sometimes every line gets worse,
for long, long hours
though God knows why,
just reading all that meets my eye.

But hidden deep beneath the grot
sometimes a piece
will hit the spot,
a gem of creativity
absorbing every part of me.

It’s then I know why I still look,
for poetry becomes my hook
and like a fish beneath the sea
hook, line and sinker,
it’s caught me.

I’ll journey on this poet’s rhyme
absorbed by each and every line,
enraptured by the poet’s verse
this is the nature
of my curse.

Good Poets of the world unite
and feed my hunger when you write
such words delivered with such might,
it’s worth my dredging
through the trite!

Ivor G Davies

Copyright © Ivor Davies | Year Posted 2015

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Tonight I will hold you tight

Those classic clean curves, those curves of all pure, 
Those curves that submit to my soul,
They hold all of me, my every want, 
They hook, line and sinker me whole.

As well as those curves, there’s the bronze, bend, and bow 
To the vault of the you that is you,
Where time takes a break with a natural perfume, 
With a naturally oiled hypnotic shampoo.

I’m addicted with you, your drug of a scent, 
You’re my needle, my pill, you’re my light,
And tonight I will hold you, pin you down to my bed,
Hold you fast, hold you firm, hold you tight.

Copyright © Lewis Raynes | Year Posted 2017

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my destiny I have to resume
my purpose or so I presume
all doubt I have to exhume
responsibility I have to assume
its really never too late
or maybe it’s just fate
only God gives a clean slate
even when we have lots on our plate
people so particular about dates
all this time they use to hate
showing no pity even to sister kate
with perdition as their right-hand mate
I dream of a season
When I’ll finally see reason
The cause and need for all this treason
In a world where all trust is dead
Judgement day lies in wait like a bed
Unto lies we are lead
Into the abyss of uncertainty we’re spread
Sometimes I think I need a breather
I just can’t take it
Hook, line and sinker
There is so much at  stake
See how they tinker
Or dignity they finger
Our death-beds they make
Their lies flow forth like a lake
While in suffering we sleep and wake
It’s time we opened our mouth to talk
And oh, they’re gonna hear it all in bulk
My words are gonna hit them like the hulk
I’m so tired of sitting to sulk
In any event that I lose my life
At last I’ll escape for all this strife.

Copyright © Akinbobola Adeyemo | Year Posted 2012

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Hook Line and Sinker

I know!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I have only just met you
But I am already having the best night of my life
Such tingles my cotton felled heart
And all we have done
Is communicate
Merely talk

And boy have I fallen
Wanted just to listened 
To your every word
Because I am such taken in

You've not only got me
Hook, Line and Sinker
My thoughts are already
5 steps ahead
Where you are undressed on my bed
Fully clothed till your head

And as much as I now want you
It was not your silhouette
That enticed me in
But neither will I choose to lie

That cute was never a factor
I am not that good an actor
Because it is blatantly apparent
1 is strikingly beautiful as a girl
And seldom do these 2 particular disciplines  
Manifest into 1 complete package
Without prior baggage

But when they do
Manage to combine these 2 
No marvel nor neither star lit sky
In search of rockets and hidden pockets
Can resets all the default controls
Set to pierce the center of the sun



Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2012

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Trump's Really Quite a Stinker

Trump's Really Quite a Stinker
By Franklin Price

Trump's really quite a stinker
Says what comes to mind
Media bites hook line and sinker
Has them kissing his behind

His statements so outrageous
They have to put him down
His attitude contagious
To the citizens around

Doesn't have to spend his money
To keep his name out in the news
I really think it's funny
How politicians sing the blues

They smell they're losing power 
Trump has opened up the lid
Now they're spending every hour
To get him for what he did

They say he doesn't know a thing
About being president
Yet they have done so little
For which to government were sent

Big money has put them there
They don't live reality
About us they don't really care
They control us don't you see

To make this country great again
The Donald has a point
But I believe his greatest sin
Is throwing noses out of joint

The people have a want and need
To get more than has been done
The politicians make us bleed
If there's a loser, we're the one

I know that Donald's scary
But I'm so glad he's had his say
Now we all must thrust and parry
To make this nonsense go away

Copyright © Franklin Price | Year Posted 2016

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The Super Rich- Get Rich Quick Scheme

The Super Rich- Get Rich Quick Scheme
It's a joke and we've bought it
hook, line, and sinker
'cause we do not take the time
to be a more diligent thinker.
Illegals off the boat 
not allowed to vote
illegals bussed with tote
go for demoncracktozy
though, not allowed to vote
But they did
and it's horrid
no more middle-class
is the goal of those who
ride and rob the donkey-dole'
cause those in power now
are just too zealous
these new masters
you have chosen to obey
now will tell us what to do
morn, noon, night, and day
read your Marxist manual
those hidden agenda letters
and you will see the thoughts
of raging Rahm Emmanuel
now we'll all be worse off
and not really any better
to tax the rich means to tax the poor
the rich strangled with more tax
means you are out the door.
it's a joke and we've bought it
hook, line, and sinker
'cause we do not take the time
to be a diligent thinker.
In 1991 the Clintons preached
the same ole spiel 
then , so did B. Hussein Obama 
they often use the same ole tricks
'cause it creates pompous drama
They know what works they use it well
just like Satan who'll burn in Hell
They've tricked and lied to us again
and mock us for our ignorance
Who let the dogs out ? Who? Who?
we will go into such captivity 
as we lose tons of liberty
The elite in power think we suck
now you know ,you ought to duck
We chose the idols that we will serve
and whatever happens is what we deserve.
Fiery darts aimed at the masses
which we would have known
too bad we chose rose colored-glasses
so true to inquire of Our History
which must not remain a mystery
let us inspect from head to toe
just like that Plumber we call Joe
all the issues that are at hand
so that we can retain our liberty
a gift in Our God's Holy Land.
Say good-bye to that pie in the sky
for only the super-rich will have it
wait and watch and you will see
what has happened to your Country.

Copyright © MC MC | Year Posted 2008

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Remember to Breathe

Strings were played on the heart last eve, the voice on the phone made me really want to believe.

Well practiced verses, hooks oiled and sharp, here comes the chorus,

Come back to me, please.

Like a ball on a playground, a bird that’s not free, listening attentively, weak at the knees.  Being lulled and caressed, words cradle like hands, lyrics like syrup yet bad they command.

Wait for the chorus, come back to me,


Knows when to pause, so subtle the clause, hook line and sinker, it’s the game he adores.  

Promises broken, heart remember you’re free, he’s good at what he does just remember to breathe.  Wait for the chorus,

Come back to me, please.

You know all the old tunes you’ve heard them before, like lovers they lead you, scores up on the board.  Their comfort deceiving, and it’s riddled with dread, this time, you’ll know where you’ll end instead. 

You laugh and you smile and pretend all is well, awake to the maestro, aware of his spell.

Wait for the chorus and sing the right words, gently and quietly remember to breathe.

Nearing the end of the words off by heart, you tell him he had you right from the start.  You echo that you too, hate being apart.  

You give it your best shot to make him believe and wait for the chorus, just remember to breathe.

Copyright © Raychill Ellison | Year Posted 2016

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Waking Up Granny

Here's another story about my granny
And, of course, it's always true
What kind of question is that?
Do you think I'd lie to you?

You see, my granny had this problem
That our family tried to keep hidden
She was a compulsive sleep walker
What do you mean?, no, I'm not kiddin'

Well, the first time it ever happened
I was sick with the chicken pox
I woke up early, when I found my granny
Standing at the neighbor's mailbox

They say, "Don't ever wake a sleep walker" 
But you know me, I tried it
I brought her in and sit her down
And when I woke her, she denied it

Now, she was as mad as a hornet
She said, "What was I doing outside?"
Well, there was only one thing to do
Yep, you guessed it, "I lied"

I made up some cockamamie story
About a cat that was stuck in a tree
And how that she was some kinda hero
For helping that cat get free

Well, I think my granny bought it 
The whole hook, line and sinker
What?... don't look at me like that
I had to be a really fast thinker

She said, "Okay get back to bed"
While I go and check on the cat
Don't judge me now, I lied again
I said, "I really don't know where I'm at"

Well, she thought I was delerious
After all, I was mighty sick
Okay, I know, enough already
I guess, it was a dirty trick

Anyway, that's my story
And there's plenty more stories to tell
Next time, I'll tell you the one
About my granny waking up in jail

Copyright © Larry Belt | Year Posted 2010