Best Sinkers Poems

From the kitchen sink at the window sill,
I see a house on the distant hill,
when as a child I had time to kill,
where now my...

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TWINFLAMES 

Obsidian oscillated into lava
     slid across syntactic streams
        tumbled thick greenwood thickets 
...

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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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Boxed lures lay: belly-up, forlorn, caste off sinkers,
line-less, relics of peaceful bygone days. In vaudevillian 
colors of corny-orange: their hooks rusty, their prongs
dulled in an...

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Childhood Friends (Boys)

Fishing lines and fishing poles
sinkers, hooks and bobbers.
Maybe someday we will go
when we're not playing cops and robbers.

Cowboy hats and balls and bats
my...

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Silent River Run

Research fun gear, on-line or stocked.
Preparation: mixing, matching, dots.

Please, try not to harm the catches we snare;
Eat less of animal flesh;
And, plant lives...

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Grab your rhodes, your lines, your reels.
Grab your hooks, your swivels, your sinkers.
Grab your power bait, your worms, your stinkers.
Grab your tackle box, your cooler,...

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Balanced on a Red Rider wagon,
a wooden boat with flaking paint; 
split transom
poorly repaired.  Ten year olds
with borrowed tools, untrained
in fixing leaks, or boats,
or...

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Ah, the con a tried and true dastardly, debased, 
debacle to test the metal of man.
A contextual contrib to the categorization
for rat-ICK-al political fans.
Simply put,...

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Covered in muck, dust, dirt and filth,
The rods were pulled from the shed,
Brought inside, through the kitchen,
And laid all over the bed.

And the tackle box...

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boats
paddle
circles twine
loons serenade 
row

fish
sinkers
plunk circles
bobs dance fishes
hooked ...

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Dear ol' dad loved
the way our mom
made fried clams.

It stood to reason 
that a deep fat fryer
would be the perfect 
Christmas present for her.

He proudly placed it 
under the...

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The wind burnt the chill of infant cheek angling for sinkers
unable in the lavender light of dusk to rise, the wind purrs. 

A catfish, with...

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I have been here waiting for you
ankle deep in the salty sea
surrendering away my pride as I gaze into
the spent promises that lap at my...

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I want a man just like Dad

So to find him let me start by saying 
He is one of a kind so it will be...

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