Catfish Poems - Poems about Catfish

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...

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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....

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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, ...

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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...

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'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- ...

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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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240 696 XX 96 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...

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Misfit catfish side dish death wish 11/10/19 Written word by James Edward Lee Sr 2019...

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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...

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

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- 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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