Have you heard of Fisher Folk
Masked and disguised
Often difficult to see
When in front of your very eyes
Some will see through the disguise
Once engaged in conversation
Others will never see a Fisher Folk
Blinded by their manipulation
Fisher Folk do not fish
In waterways of any kind
They only fish in ones psyche
Fishing…. human minds
Fishing information, only for personal gain
Needing constant compliments and praise
This is how Fisher Folk
Spend their devious, “its all about me” days
Also known as “Me People”
And other choice names
Pretending to show interest in you
When ‘Self ‘ is the name of their game
Some will never see a Fisher Folk
Being blinded by their camouflage
Others will see straight through it
Quickly seeing the mind sabotage
Fisher Folk are generally likeable
Often intelligent , charismatic ,smart
Though their interest in others is inauthentic
Not from a genuine or loving heart
O’ friend! Son of this realm your native land
and Knight of the Long Bay on the long shore -
Fisher King to its isle and rock and sand
where long ago we drank and gazed The Tor.
And I echo back to that flickered light
when the fires of youth burned in you and me -
your joust a friendly repulse to my smite
in our sometime world of headfu-ckery!
Truly we are each to each older bound
so stoke the fires that blaze up on the Firth -
think on its mortal flame, its living sound
how one day it shall perish from the Earth.
O Captain! My Captain! I say to you
the mind is still young and the heart is true.
Written: June 2010
For CB on his 50th Birthday
Note: The Tor (pictured) is a rocky outcrop
in the East Coast Bays on the northern
beaches of Auckland, New Zealand.
Captain is a reference from a Walt
Whitman line. It was an epithet CB
would often jokingly refer to me as.
Fisher Price toys
For every girl and boy
A child’s enchanted heart
Love of toys from the start
The Fisher Price name
Satisfaction claim
Every child’s brand
Fisher Price extends throughout the land
Playful experience
Captivation influence
Fisher Price that no one forgets
A time and place
A past with no erase
Inner joy
A Fisher Price toy
The smiles from every girl and boy.
good fisherman, thinker,
when the tide is not for fish
It doesn't carry fish, but stories...!
Hair is meant to grow long and unruly
Who am I to interfere with nature’s treaty with time?
A king’s crown a tangled mess,
so fashion forward of I to sport
the look of a fishing net
Yet I still prefer function, you see
I have salmon-like thoughts, those
zombified fiends stubbornly swim upstream
Keep coasting, keep coasting
Solutions are rarely abundant
However I have heard that
water makes an excellent solvent.
I may stay stationary, waiting
as my wounded body aches,
I worry not, for my head will go
wherever my healer takes
Perhaps then, he will raise my head tall
And my follicles will no longer fall.
Turquoise was demure and fancy.
A light blue beauty, with pretty birdsong.
Our famous Mama Queen Fisher bird.
Smart too, with a flair for fishing.
She lured the fish out of the lake with her melodies.
Her traps were always full of smitten catfish or bass.
Fishermen paid her to bring them a catch.
She collected the fanciest gourmet birdseed from them.
We should have called her Copper, Silver or Gold.
Ballad
by William Soutar
translation/modernization by Michael R. Burch
O, surely you have seen my love
Down where the waters wind:
He walks like one who fears no man
And yet his eyes are kind!
O, surely you have seen my love
At the turning of the tide:
For then he gathers in his nets
Down by the waterside!
Yes, lassie we have seen your love
At the turning of the tide:
For he was with the fisher folk
Down by the waterside.
The fisher folk worked at their trade
No far from Walnut Grove:
They gathered in their dripping nets
And found your one true love!
Keywords/Tags: William Soutar, Scottish, Scot, Scotsman, ballad, water, waterside, tide, nets, nets, fisher, fishers, fisher folk, fishermen, love, sea, ocean, lost, lost love, loss
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Jolly Holly wanted nothing more than to fish
In her entire life, she had made only one wish
All I need is a boat
One that will stay afloat
She had never been described as a sexy dish
Holly had other attributes. She sure could cook
And no one else was better at baiting a hook
With minnows and grubs
She stayed out of pubs
Because most men never gave her a second look
There was an air about her... not a pleasant one
It was a fishy smell that fellers liked to shun
Then one day she met Gus
A man, big as a bus!
He looked at Holly and said, "Take me fishin, hon."
Wasn't long, 'fore Gus moved in with Jolly Holly
The fished all day and made love each night, by golly
He married that lil lass
On a boat, catchin' bass
Got a collie and twin girls, Molly and Polly
Good is A, Grand Good Finisher,
Who doesn’t need A Well Wisher.
He had tops come as Dish Washer
Before Studentship from Russia;
His dragnets swelling in Asia,
When he there lived as A Fisher…
Now, A Company’s Car Washer
And in their Church Foremost Usher
Unlike Luke Lee with look harsher,
Sometimes Post leaving for Rasher
And self passing off as Pasha;
Good their Church enlarging its size,
All the time, grabbing The Fat Prize…
Indeed, A Good Good Finisher,
This to his Foes their Tarnish-er!
The Fisher-boy
Poetic Form: Couplet
Tom is quite a fisher-boy,
and the lake gave him much joy,
Till the wintry freeze had come,
then it seems to be ho-hum,
All the lake froze-up in ice,
"Make a hole", his dad's advice,
Be a hole, though be it small,
thinly ice had made him crawl,
What was caught was not enough,
going forth was very tough,
A plain plan had come to mind,
a big hole that he designed,
Some big hole meant bigger fish,
thought it great and great his wish,
In that hole, his tackle went,
baited hook assured descent,
What had followed none expect,
line tugged hard sure sign detect,
Tom pulled strong then faced bad luck,
bass mouth out, the rest got stuck.
This fairy-tale means, The bigger the hole, the bigger the fish.
2021 March 29
The Fisher.
A flash of iridescent turquoise
Captured by rays of awakening sun
As a new day born has begun
Among the thickets and leafy sprawling trees
Weeds and reeds
Kissed by morning dew
Wildflowers proliferate with a pleasing hue
Thereby a sparkling trickling
Silver ribboned stream
Reflecting fragmented images of evergreen
Within the stillness and quiet site
A small darting bird takes flight
Following the streams perpetual flow
As swift and as straight as an arrow
The feathered jewel takes a rest
On a overhanging branch
Displaying it’s striking orange breast
The little fisherman
Waits patiently
For a careless little fish to swim by
And kiss the sky
Down the fisher plunges
Within a blink of an eye
Skilfully it captures
It’s silver treat
Dangling from it’s pointed beak
And swallows in a gulp
A jewel to behold in natures treasure chest
A Juvenile
From a sandy bank cosy nest
A joy and pleasure to behold.
Peter Dome©2019.
koi not to be caught
fisher breathed a sullen sigh
pond veiled in lilies
8/6/2018
captcha of my log in ; kfp (4=f)
Poetry Contest: haiku captcha
Sponsored by: Harry Horsman
Over the loch they glide in pairs, one thing on their mind food, hungry fledgling await the lochs delicacies, sun gleams on the calm water, as the cool breeze creates ripples, two pair of Ospreys dip and dive, eyes set ready to pounce at the right time, then without notice one swoops, claws skimming the surface, unsuccessful, empty handed this time, like all fishermen these will not give up, life or death depends on their success, they are so graceful as they glide from one end of the loch to the other, one swoops again then another, both rise from the surface of the loch both with a catch, plucked from the water as easy as a musician plucking the strings of a harp, a tasty meal at last, trout for lunch, back later for dinner, the beauty of nature in glorious flight, exceptional birds.
master fish catcher
glide swoop miss retry got it
trout beware ospreys
6/29/2018
haibun poetry contest
Sponsored by Mick Talbot
I encountered her on a dark stormy night
Her huge trout like lips were a scary sight
Strands of white spittle formed on angry lips
huge folds of fat spilled over her wobbly hips
With scaly grey skin and blood red eyes
and legs so fat they chafed her thighs
Hair tangled and matted like limp seaweed
She reeked like a fish of an ancient breed
Reaching out for me with her claw like nails
Slime dripped from her hands like rancid snails
I tossed her a coin and hurried on my way
She’s not been seen since that stormy day
03-28~17
She was a writer and she also loved to act.
While she was on a plane, she had a heart attack.
I thought that she was getting better but sadly, she didn't make it.
Her fans are devastated by her untimely death, people can't take it.
She had many acting roles but she'll be best remembered as Princess Leia in Star Wars.
When a person dies, it's always painful and it's something that people can not ignore.
Everybody wanted her to get better and we were shocked to see her die.
Now all of friends, family and fans grieve because we have to say goodbye.
[Dedicated to Carrie Fisher (1956-2016) who died at the age of 60 on December 27, 2016.]
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