April Fishing Poems

I let it slip away, 
That silver fish I caught, 
For life-freedom, it sought
On that Summer Friday, 

I let it slip away, 
That lovely fish...

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In the small fishing town of Tunafishlips
The competitors lined up all of their ships
The race for the biggest catch had begun
As they listened to how...

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Fishing Boats On The Beach at Les Saintes - Marie’s-de-la-Mer

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~ sequence of haiku ~

 

late arrival
everyone asleep
quiet as can be

fat june bugs flutter
in the dark of night
all too excited

ignoring this swarm
of june bugs
we put...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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April is here 
Spring is getting kicked in the next gear 
Leaving is winter basically a whimper 
Giving way to life’s beautiful day 
Like the...

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Singing birds and laughing children
Summer sounds seep into our senses

Friends, family and neighbors socialize
Backyard shaded lounging chairs
children playing nearby

Summertime sunshine and outdoor adventure
Fishing at dawn...

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Some may say I'm lonely - but they don't have a clue.
I have the best friend there could possibly be.
I may not be able to...

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He was there in the beginning
and through the eternal ending.

He'd scattered his seed 'cross numerous worlds.
They flourished.
They perished.
Flora, fauna, innumerable forms,
aeons of evolutionary warfare.
Extermination of...

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The river remembers
When the first man came to drink,
And the ice cold April melt 
Of a heavy March snow
That fell a century ago.
It was a...

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Birds Sing To Morning Sun Shining Today

Listening to birds sing to the morn sun,
brightens my day in magnificent ways.
Spring and its fine songs can not...

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'Twas April Fourteenth, Seventy-Eight.
Lest any should repudiate
what on this very special date
the two of them were doin',

Let's for a moment contemplate
their entry to the grand...

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Big-Mouth Bass
An April morning, as the climbing sun
tipped up in sight, and lit the coming day
and colored red, after a storm was done,
I cast my...

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He was nuttier than a fruitcake, 
He ate dry fruits, and candied fruits.
Some thought he was a screwball.
But from the likes of things.
He was very...

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Submitted to the "Gone Fishin" contest
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Trollin’ the islands at Texoma,
It was April, 1964.
New rod and reel in hand,
I’d NEVER been fishing before.

A Garcia 2510T casting...

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