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...

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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...

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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...

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IT'S SAID A FEW HUNDRED MILLION YEARS AGO
I WAS LIVING IN THE SEA
I HAD NO LEGS TO WALK
I COULDN'T EVEN TALK
I WAS JUST A SEA...

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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...

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Crown Him, Our Christ!

When the saints march forward 
Win the spiritual warfare in their bid
To prevail against the bits 
Of don'ts
When heart- darkened sinners
Are saved,transformed
Are...

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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...

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Agony be to society's demise
Labels are for fools, not for the wise
Play the familiar tune of in-unison serenity 
Fatality won't come any time soon, thankfully...

Homeless...

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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...

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Some pro's and con's of being connected to virtual reality

Dune not be bashful, grumpy, leery
or any other contemporary dwarf man
regarding countless less well known dwarves
(that...

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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,...

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I begin the trail, to my living Hell
The cold wet ebony darkness , of Death 
I travel this path , as if in a shell
Wondering...

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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...

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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,...

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Throw it, roll it,
  Bounce it, pass it
Dribble it, bobble it
  Kick it, toss it, miss it

Pitch it, hurl it
  Heave it,...

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