Oh how I’m wishing that I were fishing!
I’d love to see the swishing that I’ve been missing.
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\fins ‘n skins/
catfish
dogfish
goatfish
lizardfish
goosefish
queenfish
angelfish
devilfish
kingfish
fish!
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Hungry! I am getting wolfish for a pescatarian dish!
Oh, how I wish I could catch a fish!
Categories:
dogfish, environment, fish, fishing, fun,
Form: Rhyme
One slushy day, a Jolly fisher fishes
a wishing well, where he knows splashy fish is.
For Princess Tricia's favourite dish is,
a plate of little squishy fresh whitefishes;
and Tricia gets all she ever wishes.
Too selfy selfish to accept shellfishes,
Dogfish, Catfish, or even some Swordfishes;
and despite her mother's pushy tisch tisch tisches,
a plate of little squishy fresh whitefishes,
is all that Princes Tricia ever wishes.
The dashing, raffish, jolly fisher's wish is
by fishing for the squishy fresh whitefishes,
surely he should switch Tricia's fishy wishes;
then introduce and show some swisher dishes.
A Jolly Fisherman Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
Date wrote: 8th September 2022
Categories:
dogfish, fishing, fun, nursery rhyme,
Form: Rhyme
Raindrops descend, puddles form,
A stream engulfed, a river is born,
A course is set, the sea to reach,
Meandering ponderously to a far off beach.
The sea reclaims its myriad young,
Kidnapped by clouds, thunder-slung;
The storm is long past with calm all around;
Albatross glide, with a whisper of sound.
Seagulls circle, dogfish sleep,
Gannets dive and dolphins leap,
But black clouds return and lightning flashes
O'er storm-tossed seas, as thunder crashes.
Once more a stealthy cloud abducts infant water,
The sea's own offspring: a son ... a daughter;
The thief sets off at a wind blown pace,
The anguished mother unable to chase.
The criminal finds refuge in a partisan crowd,
A formless body in a vaporous shroud;
The cloud has no guilt, shows no remorse,
But heads inland on a predestined course.
A hill stands guard, like a customs post;
It stabs the guilty, but allows past the host;
The rogue cloud is ruptured, severed seam and pleat,
Releasing its captives and accepting defeat.
Raindrops descend, puddles form,
A stream engulfed, a river is born,
A course is set, the sea to reach,
Meandering ponderously to a far off beach ...
Categories:
dogfish, analogy, imagery, nature, ocean,
Form: Rhyme
The pitter-patter of
puppy paws
and wagging tails
by the poolside floor,
the bravest boy
begins his dash
leaps…
splish, splash splash
The next to go took
quite a trip
went for a look
but his puppy paw slipped,
whoopsie-dasie!
now he’s a dogfish
woof!
splash, splish splish
what follows thereafter is
quite the scene
now all he puppies join
the swimming team,
except for one
the smallest in class
a little too nervous
watches
splish, splash splash
The pitter-patter of
doggie steps
as mummy comes along
to give her some pep,
it takes some convincing
the run-up isn’t fast
but with all her strength
jumps…
….
splish, splash splash
Splash Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
June 1st 2020
Categories:
dogfish, dog, joy,
Form: Rhyme
One night an octopus said,
Those whelks should be in bed.
Said the herring to the plaice,
Would you please say grace.
"I say" said a passing whale,
"Is that kipper for sale."
There is somethingvery odd,
Repied a bewildered cod.
"Excuse me" asked the shark,
"Did you hear that dogfish bark".
The haddock with a smile serene,
Said the mermaid is our queen.
May I join you said the seal,
To the mackerel with some appeal.
Of course the snapper replied,
Yes,yes the mullet cried.
Categories:
dogfish, nonsense,
Form: Rhyme
One man and his dogfish, went to deplasterise a seabed
One man, two man and his dogfish, wished he had stayed in bed, instead
One man, two man, three man, and his dogfish, went to clean a mess up
One dogfish said to one man, two man, three man , four man
There is no chance for my pup
One man, two man, three man, four man, five man
Your kind has killed marine life
One man, two man, three man, four man, five man, six man
My unborn pup, will have no life
Tough said six man
It’s half a dozen of one man and one of the dogfish
Categories:
dogfish, analogy,
Form: Rhyme
Is the logic of a lioness the same as a dogfish? Or a display in a shop window of pretty pink kittens? Very definite is a definition of derived detail. Oh look over there. Quickly. The window in the furniture store has become quite alive. The chair is moving away from the table and the table leg is attempting to snare the chair but it isn't working. Oh such commentary of the wall clock. Standing proudly on the street. Admiring the sun clad people in shirts skirts and shorts. Ready for a little time in the waves. But waves are not wiry nor weaves. And a polish arriving is a main line attempt to break into a glamorous mermaid glass. And so it has a day in the country air to dash up and down. Chasing sticks. Sticks sticking salivating salty sprat of spray. But not in a yawn is a yard and no harsh hound is a hateful hasty hairbrush. But hairbreadth is said to be useful for a comb to attempt keep fit and therefore remain toned. Ha the undertones of an untamed unfathomable unicorn. Ha a beak of a silver cup chatting. Xxxx intoxication z z z z at nineteen peeled grape slices to zero ground driving drips. Z z z z z
Categories:
dogfish, baby,
Form: I do not know?
I'd love to live a sea life,
there's just so much to do.
It would never ever be boring,
in the deep deep ocean blue.
I could juggle with clownfish,
sunbathe with the rays,
take off with the pilot whales,
and go blading with skates
Blow balloons with the pufferfish,
play pool with a shark
go hunting with sea lions,
teach a dogfish to bark
I could strum with guitarfish,
play piano with tunas,
make jazz with a bass,
then go solo with groupers
And we'd all have sea-cucumber sandwiches for lunch,
and jellyfish for desert.
Categories:
dogfish, adventure, fish, fun, poetry,
Form: Verse
Trending the nude prints,
life had been dismissive,
plucking the gray hairs from brows.
Manipulating the dopamine
the body’s odour
wafted through the cluttering limbs.
Charcoal underlines the
need of a wounded dove.
What else one needs from grain and water.
The tears will sew the lids
one day. I don’t want
to *******he sea again.
The dogfish comes on the
shores for a rebuttal.
It had never led a dog’s life.
Satish Verma
Categories:
dogfish, art,
Form: ABC
Over lips and through da gums
Hooked minno is going down some
Depth by depth there she sinks
Hooked a dam dogfish oh how that stinks
Pulled anchor and now drowning in rum
Tribute To Fishing
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Sea Tale Limericks
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Categories:
dogfish, adventure, dedication, family, children,
Form: Limerick