Best Sinker Poems

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...

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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...

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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...

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Don't you see?  Little Lamb!  
What the greedy wolves have done... 
Tagged and bagged the followers, they stray but they can't run
Put them in the line-up so the biggest sheep can choose
Which ewe gets the good life...Which ewe gets the screws
Don't you hear?...

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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...

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hook, line and sinker;
drowned in your seductive eyes.
with effortless ease,
you entrap me in your web.
a spider with wicked charms.


Date written: 04/05/2023...

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HOOK LINE AND SINKER

left right and centre
trees crowd highways
like gawkers at 
a police barrier
arms wave unsteadily
narrowing the light
abstraction makes
me ill

hook line and sinker
hunched down shut
eyes tight with fright
greens sway on and on
until they stop
dead still

left right and centre
a year streaked with
sunny weathers acre
upon acre of...

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I strolled along the riverfront about two months ago,
when the morning sun was rising with a hazy lemon glow.
Pelicans were yawning while the wood ducks spread their wings,
and a coot had made its presence near the reed warbler that sings.

The autumn chill was leaving and...

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mossy wet gym socks
angling off jagged rocks….
grill cheese in the box

By Robb A. Kopp
All Rights Reserved © MMX...

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If you give a man a fish he will eat for a day.
                       If you teach a man to fish his wife will...

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Each moment on the road freedom defies the rules,
Vehicles shy away from the bullock cart mules,
Must you take on the one in an open jaunty ride? 
And forget they could mess you up with their dainty stride.
.
Deep holes to the left and pot holes to...

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I left the corner where I’d stood for a long time
waiting for her.
She never showed so I went into a late night
greasy spoon.
There was a table by the front window
that was not occupied.
I ordered a cup of coffee and sinker to
kill time and think.

The wind...

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