Best Minnow Poems

Waiter waiter!
look!

	but monsieur
	you ordered a minnow soup, n'est pas?

Waiter waiter
Not one swimming 
around in my soup
a brown minnow full of brown poop


I don't want minnow...

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You never see an old minnow
They’re just bait
Something for another creature to eat
Farther up the food chain
I would love to catch a five-pound minnow
Catch and...

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There’s an old river course with beginning and end,
now the river runs straight without this river bend,
where the water is still and the reeds do...

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Daughter crime
hooking up with felon Father time
Both got incestuous, crooked desires in mind
Two thieves in a thug hug, 
secrecy intertwine conspiracy vine bind 
Mother brood...

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"The Sea Inside Me"

The sea inside me, 
hides a Kraken 
in its depths, 
The Fathomless
lives there beside it,
some strange god
feeding on my 
minnow soul

I am...

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Deep in the wilderness lies a hidden lake
Fed by a stream from high on the mountain
Water cold, deep and crystal clear…
Untouched by man
Here lives the...

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Sell the kinetic death metal,
see the swivel profits 
zooming to the stratosphere
Bloody schoolyard body count
is the cost of doing armed ant-farm business
Collateral damage is the...

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Are you searching for a dragon, oh wee one on the sand,


          In amidst those grainy...

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One person, you think may equal one mind 
but in each personality, there is much more to find.
*****sapiens and the animal kingdom are separated...

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Well, well, well!
The whole world knows by now, impossible dreams can come true,
In the game of professional soccer, it has just been proven at Leicester,
Starting...

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There’s a fish that lives inside my head,
The bigger he grows the more he gets fed.
 
And when anglers come to take a look,
They dangle...

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Poem about Sudbury, Ontario, Canada


Where's Blueberry Hill?
Is it north; is it west?
All the people are talking
and they say it's the best.

Little fingers are picking.
All the...

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Life is pleasant on the Atlantic coast
Fishing is surely what I enjoy most
     Songs of gulls surrounding me
   ...

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A habitation hanging on a pole of love
circled by an orbit
of calm and tenderness.
Unto its walls;
purity and goodwill stick.

Floats on water and edged by the...

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The bottom is a mottled 
healthy brown
A city of roots from 
overhanging trees
Minnow flit from light to shade 
to shadow
The surface dappled an 
intricate faux...

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