Best Trawled Poems

The fish is a creature cold and wet
Hooked by line and trawled by net,
Easy to catch and yummy to eat
Fried in oil or seared by heat.
I must admit I eat my share
So my guilt I sadly bear.
Handless and legless they strive to survive
Yet they are...

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My man was old and battered and was destined for the scrap heap
He’d failed his annual MOT as his many defects ran far too deep
His motor was still running but he had an intermittent fault
He’d nod off when we were making love – (I’d feel...

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One by one, my friends' accounts
Have all been getting hacked.
Likely there will come a time
I, too, will be attacked.

Where are all the rocks from which
These evil hackers crawled
To seek some suckers unaware
That they were being trawled?

With all this new technology
There's room for lots more scams
And...

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I embarked on a journey of self-discovery
To find that where I began was also my destination
We would like to think that life has some magical equation
I have travelled across the sea and through eclipsed forest floors
I’ve climbed the highest peaks only to discover
That God must...

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The red-throat trawled me to a shanghaied shore
then left me raw in split-sedated state.
A sense of morning meant the lamp lit late
and when I dream I taste a little gore,
but it was peaceful there, upon that shore.
And how I prayed it would disintegrate.
And for the...

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This journey of which you now read, happens to many of us
It's what happened to me, my thoughts through the waves in discuss

It was on a normal day, I was fishing on craggy rocks
When out of the blue it came, this wave and me became...

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Chorus
So many bites have made my heart indigent
so many burns have made my taste lost
I see your displays, I cherish the efforts
time is a luxury I beg of you to afford
give me this gift to get to know you more.

1. A lion with promiscuous abilities
and...

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Her look begged a thousand begs,
Such that i could not reach
Her as she trawled the stoney beach,
For ragged drowned things,
Such that i could not hear
Her cold water screech....

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Now see a fine display in market hall 
Where fishmonger's stalls sell the freshest catch. 
A world of wet white tiles and melting ice. 
Seafood displayed, arranged in rank and file.
One Scottish salmon commands centre stage
Stretched out upon its own tray of crushed ice
And next...

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With Christmas nigh upon us,
The naysayers are out.
Again to cast aspersions,
On little brussel sprouts.

These iron laden taste bombs,
I jump to their defense.
My favourite Christmas veg,
Despite the flatulence.

The smell as they are cooking,
Some find so nauseating.
Not me though I love it,
I stand there salivating.

After Christmas dinner,
I...

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The Internet

Across the earth they cast a net
In which a worldly soup is met
The good the bad the in-between
The dark the light and greyish sheen
All jumbled in a mighty throng
The clever right, the woeful wrong


It is the same, or so I’m told
Just like the fisher...

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      Greedy vine spirals smother monoliths 
      Spider fern moss, fairy forest vertical
      Soaks in secrets, promise admonished


      Water trawled crevice, creek cervical
  ...

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She no longer rules the waves,
no longer is heard the chink of ice
in gin glass beneath darkening Indian skies;
what jewels glisten in the corroding crown,
how happy now this happy breed who bows
collective heads and cries?
History’s pain trawled across the planet face,
when slaughter ruled and oppression...

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I remembered the day I joined
Paradise it appeared to me
It can still be this way
But only if others can see

I am playing the blind man
I cannot touch, nor I see
As long as everyone is
Who they make out to be

I have trawled many a write
But it's...

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Once you sailed upon the dawn 
to grace the eaves of Pomona's verdant lawn,
but now in splendor you have drooped;
no longer shall you unleash torrents from your tongue.

Oh, white-hot zephyr of the morning,
How I wish your fall had come with warning!
Now your incandescent train is...

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