Filleting Poems - Poems about Filleting

...I loved my life on the fish quay, among the fisherman's bays, Just to be involved in fish, And learn a skill that pays. Filleting fish all-day long, For chefs with Michelin stars, Local chippi......

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...Unlike the Moon, clear and upfront, a face apparent, the Sun can be a deceiver – will only let itself be seen through shades; at the edge of clouds – a malevolent force driving the storm whil......

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......as you politely said please don't pay attention to the color of my skin but you keep shoving it in my face ...you keep filleting yourself and sewing your skin onto mine it doesn't fit-never w......

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...at the old fishing lake In a kingdom full of whitefish And the mussels are never filleting. ~ at the old fishing lake I remember I was oystering That moment my soul grew scalloping ~ And the ......

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...Das Don doth debilitate democracy driving a collateral wedge deliberately dividing differences collaborating, collapsing, and collaring disparity amidst ever increasing homogenization extant ......

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...At North Shield quay, aged twelve, fishing the pier. Waiting. Morning with eager gulls circling, As boats set sail brightly with a firm steer, A distancing horizon unfurling. Brittle browns and......

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...the pyrotechnic poet explodes in staccato bursts of precise persephonifications punctuated by poignant phylacteries felicitously filleting egregiously erroneous assumptions accepted b......

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...Man Eater. I was filleting a mackerel when I found a finger in its innards not much left of it looked like a prawn shell with fingernail, I said nothing dipped the fillets in flour and deep fried t......

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...Magda. A friend of mine, who used to be a chef, was filleting a mackerel when he found a ring, inside the ring read: Magda 1972. The golden ring, my friend wore on is left Index finger. B......

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...The Writer Inspired by darkness he writes only at night; Studying stanzas—seducing spellchecks With the stroke of a pen he is anyone or anything His great works are subjected to sabotage—prone to pl......

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...(continued) "What’s a Shogun? Funny you should ask”, Tom grinned… “because that’s the exact same question we all asked each other when this came over on the teletype. Word is from the boys in the......

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