Best Whitefish Poems

consenting consort
	a silvery fluorescence ~
		liquid lightning flash

(November Full Moon – Algonquin)...

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The Great Lakes Engineering Works built a new boat
S. S. Edmund Fitzgerald, t'would soon be afloat
The people that owned her needed a name
President of the...

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The company was wonderful;
The meal was quite delish,
All lovingly prepared except
The jarred gefilte fish.

But certain things you have to have – 
Tradition reigns supreme –...

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Why are the sea gulls shopping here, if not
for "White Stag, "No Boundaries." or "Faded Glory?"
Is there some other story?  Coffee, Tea or You,
or...

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My hands are busy with today, 
but my thoughts hang back 
in the humid air of a deceptive 
yesterday; to dinner and the jungle heat...

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walking away satisfied
returning home fully recharged
that will change come thursday morning
i will focus my brain on forgetting....until the alarm goes off
as i unpack, i begin...

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I think of  the holidays with my parents,
Each summer we would go on holidays together

I remember the beautiful North Bay cottage,
There was an old-fashioned...

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at the old fishing lake
In a kingdom full of whitefish
And the mussels are never filleting.
~
at the old fishing lake
I remember I was oystering
That moment my...

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Why are the sea gulls shopping here,
if not for "White Stag, No Boundaries" or 
"Faded Glory?" Is there some other story? 
Coffee, tea, or you,...

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If you’d compare my fridge and yours
You’d marvel at the food each stores
For everybody’s taste’s unique, 
So open up – let’s have a peek.

I’ve orange...

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Steering our boat across the moon glow
Like a fork stabbed through cream
We careen in the sheen of upside down light at 3:30 A.M.

The July night...

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He walked up from the lake
Throwing open the door of the glorious day
Like a smiling OB-GYN snapping off his gloves
With a toolbox in hand
Delivered to...

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There was a store in Brooklyn selling
Food we’d often crave.
The owners were a couple
Known to all as Ruth and Dave.

On weekends I was sent there
Walking...

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For Terry Flood,* since you insist,
Here, in rhyme’s my shopping list:

Orange juice and Starbuck’s (iced,
Even though it’s overpriced),

Bagels, Swiss and muenster cheese,
Whitefish salad, frozen peas,

Broccoli...

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In memory of the SS Edmond Fitzgerald
November 10, 1975
Seventeen miles Northwest of Whitefish Point, Michigan
Lake Superior

Twenty-nine crew men are cradled
in a watery grave
no distress calls...

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