Catfish Poems

I am a Catfish afterall

I am a freshwater fish
Some of my kin have grown to ten feet
I am shrimpy compared to them
I stopped growing at six feet

I live in a place with lots of dinner
A lake that attracts worms, frogs, and rodents
Sometimes I get a duck
A duck tastes delightful!

I look fierce
With those two evil pretend canines hanging from my

give the catfish some grace

a foul-mouthed catfish splashed me in the face
the water I swallowed was foul, smelled like fish
I was annoyed at the beast, wanted to kill it
it is God’s creature, give it some grace!
This was said to me by my neighbor Ms. Swish.
Who felt differently after her finger it bit.

catfish scares himself

river catfish is startled by a splash
he dives down into the lake
hitting the natural springs
unaware he made this loud noise
with his enormous flipper of a tail

Hold On

To love, to joy, to that verdant spring day
To catfish, Ruth, Penny and Tennessee
And even the monster that got away
You have always been there to comfort me
You've been there with me–for eternity

Cold rocks and smooth pebbles litter the shore
Gurgling along with me 'ever I go
From dawn to the swinging of my back door
You watched a

Catfishing

 
I've never had a one-night stand,
with me it always was the family plan;
I thought I found Mr. Right 
seems I only saw him with blind eyes.

Faithful till the day I die
Yet he has a wandering eye
Pay for things he never does
Wonder why I bear a grudge

Craigslist is his favorite repast
He is forever chasing *Bass
See

Another Catfish Win

The wild catfish were biting and flailing and fighting
Yes, in this marvelous river in every way so exciting!
They were savvy and thrilled to escape from the hooks.
More time to pose for National Geographic’s picture books.

We tried to wait them out, thinking we could get them in the dark.
There was a loud splash, and someone yelled

Catfish

My long run was serene,
    mostly wooded.

A short section took me
    out to the highway;
    my least favorite part.

Three narrow bridges
    to be crossed,
    traffic buzzing
    too close for comfort.

I walked the third bridge,
   

Digesting the Past

Digesting the Past
David J Walker

Or
We can forget about it 
And start over
Telling everyone we have
Taken new names

Or
Change the number 
On our iPhones prone
To robocalls

Or
Take an alias on Twitter
Delete each other on tender
Another catfish on Snapchat

Or              
move to the mountains
through back trails that
no

Catfish Are Jumpin'

'Yond the fields 
      of golden whey 
 A mountains- grown 
      in grayish clay 
Near it's 'neath 
      a river flows 
On bedded rocks 
      green algae grows
 Catfish' treats- 
   

Infrastructure Soul

Beneath the city the river fishing is good.

I roam with tackle and pole below those wiggling tapeworms
Wound around the cement underbelly of bridges
Devouring the guts of the city’s glamour
Down here where shadows are long as green moss
And the voices of old black dudes echoes to casts
“Damn motherer, you crossed my line!”

Splash.

To catch catfish on a

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Eh? woke up
this Thursday morning
with my finances
shaking the walls

some nice hoser lady
had given me a call

and left a message
right on my phone

she talked
also, very nice and slow
it was all so very proper
Don't Cha, know

she called
and,
mixed it up
like i was
in business
with Al Capone 
like it was
a for sure thing

she said
they got my
loonie and my toonie (Canada

Catfish Dinner- -

Misfit catfish 
side dish death wish


11/10/19
Written word by James Edward Lee Sr  2019

Muddy Water's Gramma Gave Us Licorice

Muddy Water's Gramma gave us licorice

I walked the old Kenwood neighborhood with my twin little brother and sister in tow,
'hold there hands and look both ways before you cross the street'
No use trying to talk my way out, knew it was the only way mom would let me go. 

October's new moon, peaked in and

A Rainbow Catfish

a rainbow catfish
jumps clean out of the water
showing her fierceness

The Chagrin

- A catfish, a catfish!
- It’s not.
- Why?
- It’s a king of catfishes! Good for you. Ok, put its Majesty in the boat.
The boat is anchored at the edge of the shallow water.
I, seven years old, knee-deep in water, drag my first big catfish, holding its slimy gills in my arms raised over my head,

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