Eels Poems - Poems about Eels

"Kalapana Queens Bath was a hole in the ground filled with brackish water (salty seawater mixed with fresh mountain filled rainwater) and host to living mysteries," ... by The Poet. It was a time free of hanging clocks on our walls, where hunting dogs bark 'neath swaying palm trees, as seconds of droplets count down our waterfalls, awake by...

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Those tender eels you rescue by the shore bring you empty news from the deep; they aptly sing your sunken score, vivid sounds from the liver of your ship. You rely on your Sunday best to warm your sins, fins and skin, but the heart... the heart is scattered like the swarm of pebbles that tear your feet apart. Far, you glance at...

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Let’s be eels, Let slip into their hands, Let’s be eels, Let’s explore the rivers Before they catch us, They’re waiting for us downstream, To hurt us, We are eels, We know better than they, The taste of springs and tides, We are eels, We have answers Which they don’t care, Slide, slip, reach the sea. Soyons des anguilles, Glissons-leur entre les mains, Soyons des anguilles, Explorons les rivières Avant...

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Jellied eels and pie n mash. East London Fair, and that’s a fact. The Dockers hands, and the pearly kings. Their romance gone, the truth it stings. The Bow Bells ring, they sound out loud. Cockney chests, they puff out proud. Not much left of old world London town. Inside office blocks our city drowns. The rhyming slang, used to confound. It hid the...

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Female eels with sex appeal ~ certainly do make a tasty meal...

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I'll try to tell you without my usual cant that all I wanted was to go sailing with Sherry Saturday morning but I can't! My hovercraft is full of eels! The watchman phoned when I was lying in bed to notify me of this. I was shocked to find he wasn't lying! My hovercraft is full of eels! My good-will has...

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