Best Swordfish Poems
Spending three full days and two nights at sea
Is surely the best vacation for me
Conch chowder dinner the night before
At dawn adieu to the Key West shore
Round-trip journey to Dry Tortugas
Swordfish are known to put up a fuss
It could take four hours just to reel in
Set the reel on drag and watch it spin
Some folks say it’s the thrill of the catch
There’s so much fun in the sparring match
A battle between woman and fish
Three-hundred-pound prey, no better dish
The best reward comes at dinnertime
Succulent fare in sauce made of lime
Some can’t relate and I understand
But fresh-caught fish is better than canned
From the Gulf Stream straight to the table
This adventure requires no fable
Working out with weights ‘fore I embark
Knowing swordfish are no easy mark
Snorkeling too at Tortuga reef
Expectations are beyond belief
My idea of a perfect vacation is slated for May 30 to June 1. Entry for Carol
Brown’s “It’s Time for a Vacation” contest.
The Full Moon
The wide ocean moved, like a living creature all by itself, yet full of even more living creatures. The schools of fish... swimming with the dolphins, being chased by sharks, and so on were all, part of the deep water landscape. Whales, swordfish, starfish, and just fish swam the currents, the eddies, and the flows.
The waves that divided the realm of sea and air were sometimes quiet, other times not. The difference, the reasons; the seasons and venues, weather and whim... the sudden impulse of nature, or by the direction of the maker.
Above the waters, high in the air... The moon peered down, watching. The man there wondered how the small unimportant ones living below, were doing against the larger scale of world events. Just a "made-up story", The Man on the Moon... in a child's book, but every story also having roots, in reality, left the essence of the word "wonder" hanging.
The stars all around looked down too. They peered on in silence, or at least to music no one else could hear. It was the sound of the solar wind, the cracking of great rocks under pressure, and the spectacular rain of space dust... glittering against the backdrop of the sphere below, called Earth. A small unimportant place in the scope of the universe perhaps, but the jewel of God's eye.
The mermaids ball music still lingers .
Swordfish Fred and his shoal of sweet singers
Had a whale of a time
On the octopus slime
Caressed by their salty fish-fingers .
I grew up by the ocean
The fresh salt air and sea breeze
Soft, sandy beach and the cry of the seagull
Loved swimming, riding in the waves with ease
My dad was a commercial fisherman
Brought home swordfish, lobster and sea bass
We learned to fish as we grew, and tried our luck
We loved the ocean, and the waves nothing could surpass
Out in the ocean in dad’s boat we went for fishing and fun
The rolling swells, nothing stable beneath our feet
Sparkling water like a million jewels as far as I could see
And on the shore the reaching waves always come to greet
One day a giant grey whale surfaced by our boat
Amazing skin with fields of white barnacles, spray of breath arose
Then down into the deep he went on his journey home
It seems like eternity is captured in the waves; on and on it goes
Tall forests of brown kelp adorn the rocky lands before the shore
Deep upon deep, wave upon wave, no one knows
Splendid creatures never seen by man abound, and more, and more
Ah, to watch the evening fog roll in across the bay, the shroud
All covered in a cloud, so tight and soft, a sure breath of the sea
To ride upon the sea in a ship or speeding with the wind and sails
Such a blessing, such a journey, yes, the ocean is for me
Sexy Sardine:
Dishy
Fishy
Charming Swordfish
Darlin'
Marlin
Alaskan poacher gets mauled by a:
Polar's
Molars
After sex, bears often share a:
Yogi
Stogie
Snake Charmer:
Viper
Piper
Sheep Predator:
Mutton
Glutton
Igniter the Diver
Once upon a time, in a time next to mine,
A writer named Igniter decided to become a diver.
All he knew was writing, but no one cared about that,
not even his admirers. For they didn't know how to read, you see,
so the light in his passion for writing subsided abundantly.
And it died as quiet as the flame of a small candles fire, sorrowfully.
But diving wasn't hard,
although the swordfish promised to be unarmed.
And the loud hiss of conversing dolphins could not be
missed however hard one tried.
So soon he got the hang of it,
and soon he became of it,
The oceans King Poseidon.
And all the living, swimming, shimmering fish
that were inhabitants, gave Igniter the tang he lost
when he was just a dumb writer on fire.
That old dream was shattered when he climbed the social ladder,
for a more valued title, in a tide more powerful.
And isn't that all that matters?
I am walking on the beach
When I hear a little screech
When I see the jellyfish in the reef
I am in disbelief
I look through the deep blue sea
And suddenly I feel free
Looking at the coral
I see two swordfish in quarrel
I look at the peaceful ocean
It is now a commotion
The water is calling me where I stand
Surrounded by the soft sand
I took a dive in the deep blue sea
And so many creatures swam past me
The sea is where I long to be.
Sleek in its design
Wounded swordfish on my line…
Sautéed with butter is fine
Carnage creators. Crackerbreads chats. And a wide angled grinning photographer who is having appalling dreams of incorrect information is now ironed flat. Just like a pizza base. But no bassist can ever locate a pretty floral curve in the air. Especially when the expedition notes are playing B B B E E E B E B E B E AM A A A A. That is fundamentally different to a single quack or a peck. And when the legs have become tired from stalking a petal the hair relaxes. Thus turning from an electric hay bale into a carved creation. Wow. Laughter omitted from a painting can be very dramatic if the angles of voice are in a off position. So clap the switch. And so said a speaker who was gathering alot of dust which was not pleasing for the distinguished lord dog fogram de la mangers earl of Grayson hall. Harvesting can be achieved with a colander but nit a cylinder for cylinders carry cases of coned coniferous clambering chomping chocolates. And the arrival of those chocolates is said to desensify even the most frozen of sword. Swordfish swallowing swampy seas. And a little fortress flirting and flitting with a flat framework. Hahaha a bead over there! Is magnified in a spot light. Haha spritely springing stoical shell. Hahah musk mooing. Xxxxx elephantine xxxxx alphanumeric Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z ok then. And now eat a crystalized burger with a recorded relish. Z.z£5's %0¥808, 900, 909 $2 3 1 €666, 666, 666 and boom said an android article. *#*#7% of a piccolo cloud club. Z.
We spend our time sheltered, shaded by the Elm
And too many of us let our lives pass us by
With a ruthless rogue ruling the dreamboat helm
Sparkling ship sailing across the summer sky
We're like a swordfish swimming against the tide
Should we turn against our dreams? This I can not abide
Sharks nipping at our fragile fins, fatigue will overwhelm
We harbor our feelings when we should let them fly
Imagine ourselves in an eternal oasis, our heart's realm
For to live would be the real adventure, not to die
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RIP Robin Williams, Nanu Nanu
Swordfish, in San Francisco, is excellent.
For authentic West Coast flavor, come visit
the Broadway Oyster Bar in St. Louis.
Be sure to ask for the craw-fish appetizer.
If you visit San Diego, you may enjoy
fresh salmon, seared over alder logs.
Should you wish to order Mahi-mahi,
the place to dine is downtown Philadelphia.
Esmeralda nestles against the Pacific Ocean.
Every third building on the main drag
is a restaurant. At the CASA DEL PONIENTE,
order any fish delicacy your heart desires.
Marylanders insist that only in Maryland
can you find authentic crab cakes;
travel south to Texas, you'll find
that premise hotly contested.
Head for Maine if you're craving lobster,
to Seattle or Portland to find great chowder,
or hop on down to Tampa for coconut shrimp,
and Forest Gump's on the Wharf isn't shabby.
But if you want to find the best catfish
in the US, try Walnut Ridge, Arkansas,
at a quaint little place where they serve
pickled green tomatoes on the side.
A template swap is a switch over to a swimming sword. Swordfish are very pleased at this and dunk their noses into goblets in a godlike fashion. Such etiquette in a swim. Formational framework finds format. And even a small pinnacle of cake icing could dance down the highways. So ignoring the wraths and word of woe it is wise to take out a pretty smiling biscuit. Place it carefully on a plate. Then climb up the hill and over the rope bridge. Very high altitude causes biscuits to be afraid so they must be calmed with soothing words and beats of breath. When the other side of the mountain is reached the biscuit must be harnessed securely using over twenty ropes. Then and only then can the abseiling begin. Wow aren't they travelling with speed, courage and optimism but optimism is neither an original orifice nor an octagonal oversized overspill objective. It is really then the sway of a ninety thousand foot toothbrush that can announce the time with no need of amplification via a microphone or a tannoy system. Wow. How intriguing is the belligerent hard yard of a semi dressed riddled jester? And how time consuming is the ongoing rashers of tinned and sliced ham? How delegated are the powers that are worn around and around and adjudicate the environment? Thus thwarting life in its structural natural weave. And a giant beehive hairdo must be re worn as a signal to a hive. Hide then. Hideous hags having heaping heads. And legs like little tables spin and rotate via remote control. Similar to a plate of writhing meal worms and a workshop of controlled chapel chaos. Big birthday balloons bring balls banging. Circumference of circulating capital charms. And a diameter of a diagram is a dare in the deeds. Castle that then fortify but do not attempt to fry for to fry is to form fiendish frolics. And to frolic is just not a fashionable way of wearing a peel is it? Hahaha the sausages are listening to their cousins today. Hahaha I want a cup of tea and a toast too said the little bluey green lamp. Xxxxxx parasympathetic parody xxxx xxxx etymologies z z z z z at twenty one full meals of porridge in a bread pan to twenty sequences of serving cereals to a six inch bowl. Z.
A surprise silent kiss is to be cherished. – by poet.,
It was evidently inescapable.
Certainly I did not expect it at the time.
The railway station was over crowded
I was patiently waiting for my sister to arrive.
She was supposed to wear a purple dress.
So when I saw the dress I assumed
My sister had finally arrived. I hurried
And gave her one big hug and a silent kiss.
Where upon the stranger turned and uttered a yell.
She was not my sister and I had grabbed someone else.
For a moment no one dared to breathe or move.
I looked at her beautiful face, finely chiseled,
"Well, well, well," she said. "You owe me big, a dinner tonight."
I smiled. We agreed on an Italian diner.
We ordered oysters, followed by a grilled swordfish.
And a tiramisu, laced with a famous Barolo.
It was incredible how we became so fine friends.
We agreed on meeting again. As we came to part
I took her in my arms and it was a long silent kiss.
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Trumpeting cauliflowers never blow eggs backwards onto a postal stamp. So never kick a cabbage to a kerb. Oh watch now. All drive safely. Harmonics in a queue are indestructible and indescribable too. Oh counting. Fun fun fun but not for an atom. They prefer to whizz around a jug. Or a used dish. Or a mop bucket. Take no acetic crow to a crown party. For feathers fly as the dresses are announced and who wishes to swim in thick tar or oil anyway. No a pointing stick says. That is quite right. And rights are righteous and righteousness is a right-angled visionary visualising rhombic robot. Dare to argue with GHQ? Or something that is said that is not paths? Tread light. Upon the grounds of carpets. Carpets carry carnivorous carnage. And a douchebag in a suit is neither a swimming whale nor a wallaby. Ok then. Good. Fantastic news for all who attend the operatic antics of the wardrobe sheaths.hahaha pickled melon meeting pickled lime. Hahaha leotard lion leapt. Hahaha swordfish sampling sailing seas. Xxxx Constantinople z. That was the p y q reporting in the afternoon from the aerial perspective of the debate about that apple pie. Z
posted--no swimming, strong under tows
no guard on duty
what kind of life is that, no swimming
it’s my life and I don’t need a guard
I’m taking the sign down
He spotted a another sign, ‘no boating’
He had his boat and launched it.
Still another sign was noted ‘no alcohol’
He opened a six pack.
Would you believe another sign existed, ‘no fishing’
He consumed the beer while he was fishing.
Caught a tuna and hoisted it into the boat
brought it back to shore and into his truck
other tuna’s saw what took place
and were angry over their loss
they left a sign on the beach
‘drunken man named Charlie took a tuna’
the fish market learned of this situation
after they had just bought his tuna
which was not of good quality. They
notified other markets to be on the lookout
next week Charlie came back to fish
out in the boat he saw water filling his boat
there were holes at the bottom
the other tuna’s alerted swordfish of the capture
they pierced the boat to sink
frantically he waved for help
people on shore called the police
once onshore he was read his rights
for breaking the rules while under the influence
at court the judge spoke
‘sorry Charlie only the best tuna becomes Starkist”
‘you drank while in a boat fishing’ ‘you violated
the postings disrupted a family of tuna’
‘how do you plea’
well I don’t want to explain to the court how I pee
but if I can go to the back room I will tell you
the courtroom howled
‘order in the court, this man is disorderly’
the verdict came down
Charles was given a one month sentence
for violations of rules of fish and game
intoxicated on public soil
destroying public property
and operating a boat in a restricted area
Charlie sat in his cell and saw a sign posted
smoking permitted only with a guard
there was a guard on duty who said
“only nice fishermen get to have a camel”
he then received his lunch on a tray,
tuna fish sandwiches!!
and a note ‘sorry Charlie only the best
inmates get Starkist'