Crayfish Poems

Crayfish, insects, fish, aquatic plants too
Soft shell turtles in my day
Enjoy these things for lunch


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Daylight fades
As the pond jumps to life

Under the full moon
The call of the loon
Frogs croaking
Crickets chirping
Busy buzz of the dragonfly
Snake on the hunt
Slithering
Stalking
Flick of the tongue

Under the full moon
The yipping of the coyotes
Raccoon washes
The crayfish he snags
Bass jump
Catfish roll
Blue Heron...Read More

There's a river winding gently through the pastures on the flats,
collecting tributaries of little creeks that the lower ground attracts.
'Tis the river that the angler seeks - the stream where pools run deep and slow.
I net the crayfish just for...Read More

For many years, the creek, ran passed as a drain,
Polluted and unloved; a poisoned murky vein.
A favoured dumping place, for household unwanted things -
out of sight, out of mind; and no good what it brings.

Life was almost non-existent in the...Read More

The mistake I had never expected,
I did it without getting into awareness
Of how it would react.
Lacking that girl in me is like lacking
Of soul in my lonely body
Honestly speaking, she is my helm,
Stark, she is like a bird-cage in my...Read More

She was Shreveport sitting on the front porch
that warm February Louisiana evening
When the cold, shrill code blue    siren news
slowly,   solemnly 
serenade waltzed up the white marble steps

The municipal, official flatline sympathy greeting
was tear-tissue dryly issued...Read More

A day that’s spent in the forest is a day that’s heaven-sent,
with the air so crisp and clean with ample shade,
where Mother Nature’s in control with the forest as it’s meant,
and the struggle’s all around me in the glade.

I am...Read More

put a cauliflower on the barb-b
let us roast it while it's still alive
put a burger on the barb-b
it was dead before it was fried
chomp on lettuce, no sound
of begging can you hear
but you just ate it, live me dear
all flora...Read More

Surreal nature encapsulates the scene spread out in front of my unbelieving eyes. Years ago this was the center hub of activity in the rural community. Forgotten way of life as people congregate in crowded cities. It is good to...Read More

Flirt

Colin the Crayfish has been dishing up the dirt, 
Saying, Little Polly Pike is an outrageous flirt. 
Tim Trout’s going to be her new finned friend,
She hooked him by a rock pool, on the river bend. 
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LOOKING FOR HOME


a magnifying glass spotted a WE little woods
in a tiny village with the wonder of memories

a crayfish creek with human legs splashing
a stone wall to balance on a sandbox donut

a swing set put together with tweezers and
precision minute...Read More

                           River Life

     Between ancient rolling chalk hills the age...Read More

There's a party down at the marsh,
amongst all the wild amphibians,
Theresa toad croaking alongside her tadpoles,
all one thousand and one of them,

Carla the crayfish catering all the food,
all of the partygoers in a festive mood,
the dragonflies doing their aerial light...Read More

A GUMMY FISHERMAN
By
Kevin L Fairbrother
The sheltered bay disguised what was to come
Around the headland we hit it head on
Four to five meter waves and breaking on top
And a wind that was building making lots of spray

A man takes many risks...Read More

A one time monster in military prowess
but unbelievably luke-warm in all global turmoils.
After one and two, it stands tallest in shipment of melodious sounds;
from its creative mind comes the modern-day seat belt
and the first to eradicate kid’s domestic judgments.

Tradition is...Read More

I was driving down Webb road, with the thoughts I’ve had all week,
And that is upon the crayfish that I net in Shady Creek,
Webb road is not a long one, but it’s narrow and it winds, 
And scrub that’s clinging...Read More

Everywhere she went her hair sparkled. It glistened in the morning sun, the noonday sun, and at dusk too. The waves in her auburn hair were her glory. The freckles on her cheeks even stood out as a unique mark...Read More

There’s a time-honoured stretch of a river
that’s a cog in the natural wheel
flowing longer than mans’…
time upon earth
and home for the blackfish and eel.

They say that the time of the crayfish
goes back to the dinosaurs’ day 
and rocks that are...Read More

Another New Year
By
Kevin L Fairbrother

2014 done and dusted
I’ve welcomed in 2015
With a beer and a crayfish
Round a campfire with some friends
…
New resolutions, not for me old mate
Cause I won’t keep what I promised
So I’ll just open up the gate… and
Let...Read More

homeless with guns at my side and on my back
armed for the attack of police and high society
woodsmen tired of the built in deceit of a concrete world
eats flesh burnt on a fire I built

wild onions, strawberries, and crayfish

don’t care...Read More

There lies a location with an Emerald Doorway
leading to a shared past.
Waiting for it's own children to visit.
We slipped thru the portal again this summer,
Jacquie, I and another child, her son Joe.
Immediately, I sensed decades of joy surrounding us
And heard...Read More

Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Poetic Lyrics By Thomas Lam Hsi



THERE IS ONLY ONE TRUE GOD...THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY...WHO ALONE CAN
SAVE FROM Satan...who plays 'all' roles...the devil...the 'Lord Jesus'...
the 'Father'...the 'Holy Spirit'...all 'Other Gods'...and 'alien gods'...HE...THE
LORD JESUS CHRIST HIMSELF IS FULLY...Read More

Boy Bitten By a Crayfish



When women seen with no powers to create

Vessel to feed male seed for generations

She could make images live and update

Both of procreation and creation.



Once drew a painting of a laughing girl

Sent to Michelangelo to review

Quickly returned...Read More

To the person, they call, frigid, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s poem : A celle que l’on dit froide

(Poem written on September 5, 1889 at Aix-les-Bains, which I found a bit jarring with abrupt exclamations and interrogations, not to mention the...Read More

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the old grist mill leans
nestled in the rocky bank
red fall leaves surreal  

The swift red stained creek that energized the mill's wheel still runs over ancient rocks on its course to the mighty sea. Its course unchanged for eons...Read More