Alice actually ate an apple,
Billy broke building blocks,
Cora counted candy corn,
Donna drove decoy ducks,
Elliot's eating eggplant,
Frannie's filleting fish,
George's geeting Greta,
Harriet's hunting hornets,
Inez is irritating Ike,
Jasmine's jabbing John,
Karen's kissing Kevin,
Leon loves Luann,
Monte's mimicking Mary,
Nellie's not-so nice,
Opal's organizing origami,
Penelope's pushing Perry,
Quina's quietly quilting,
Ramona's reading romance,
Sophie's softly singing.
Categories:
filleting, silly,
Form: Abecedarian
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 chippies,hotel chains, bistros and certain bars.
Some people could not stand the smell ,
of fish upon your clothes,
No matter how much soap you use,
the smell is in your pores.
We had our local fishing boats ,
sell there produce everyday,
A great selection of North Sea fish ,
caught just outside the bay.
Crabs and lobster all alive ,
We'd grade and place in tanks,
Dover sole and halibut,
so fresh and stiff as planks.
Categories:
filleting, boat, fish, fishing,
Form: Rhyme
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 while stealthily
hidden –
Should we lose our vigil
and sleep beneath its enticing
warmth...upon awakening, we
would know the cunning of such
treachery – though much that glitters
may be seen as golden, many
reflective qualities are of two
edges, two metals – one for defending
freedom...while the other, for savagely
filleting....
Categories:
filleting, freedom, introspection, moon, society,
Form: Free verse
...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 will
we're different
but one and the same
we came from the same seed
but have different experiences
I can never walk in your shoes
because once upon a time
you didn't have any.
and for certain you can never walk in mine
but we do have more in common than not.
Our hurdles are of the mind now
and growing by the second
there are many that wish to
destroy us
by dividing us.
The media is a nest of vampires
and should be treated as such
they feed off of our blood
spotlight us at our worst and lowest
for the sake of ratings
nothing sells better than a race riot
or blue on black crimes
they need a stake to their hollow hearts..
If the vampires drain our humanity
we'll be wearing the same yellow shackles
then we can better walk in each other's steps,
but what a horrible price to pay for
mutual respect and understanding.
Categories:
filleting, people, perspective,
Form: Free verse
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 estuaries never reefing
Mudfish - mudfish – mudfish!
The lagoon laughed
As I threw in my line
Surprise carp and catfish whaling and barks
Dogs chasing squirrels onto rotten logs
~
look at the water
into the pond bubble-bubble
circles swarms
~
my line gyrating slightly moving and bobbing
guess the fishes are biting
at the old fishing lake
6/25/20
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Categories:
filleting, analogy, engagement, fish, fishing,
Form: Free verse
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 encrusted pools below,
Waiting. The sudden shock of precious fish;
Dreaming silver breaks the dull dirty flow;
Hiding a delicacy-a prized dish.
Day drags into night. I’m the very last
With the foul stench of the filleting swill.
Just one more hour. One more longing caste.
The sluggish tide now closer, swelling still.
Waiting. Beyond dreams. Waiting beyond hope.
Compulsively. Always trying to cope.
Categories:
filleting, anxiety,
Form: Sonnet
the pyrotechnic poet explodes in
staccato bursts of precise persephonifications
punctuated by poignant phylacteries
felicitously filleting egregiously erroneous assumptions
accepted by the masses intently exercising
freedom from thought
Categories:
filleting, dedication,
Form: Free verse
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 them
served with cucumber salad, boiled potatoes and melted
butter, just the way they like it in Sweden.
The finger was spotted again amongst all the stuff to be thrown
into the bin. great commotion, I said nothing, but have not since
been eating mackerels, they apparently feed on fishermen.
Categories:
filleting, humor,
Form: Blank verse
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. But it chafed and chafed till
Skin broke and he got an ulcer.
Fed up with this and perhaps a little
inebriated he gave the ring to a girl in
a bar in Rotterdam…she looked at
the engraving of the ring and fainted.
It had belonged to her husband who
tragically drowned at sea.
My friend, liked the woman – no longer
a mere girl- and despite her past, he
married Magda, She sold the ring and
with the proceed was able to buy a little
bar, but my friend´s finger turned septic
and had to be amputated.
Categories:
filleting, mystery, friend,
Form: Free verse