Art Fishing Poems

They are forming clusters in the sky, and you cannot see them with your naked eyes you have to consult the giant telescope and go...

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"Look around and see how birds and animals disclose the secrets of self survival and display how their bodies are streamlined to excel in their...

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Thou airy ship, thou whitish mist! 
Thou float on ocean and the dale
Thou art a painting by my Lord! 
A painting which is not for...

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Muskrats are making love-play,
they are disturbing the water
under the wormy bank of the creek.

I am not fishing,
I am just looking at reflections.

I see a swan...

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Maranao Poem & Poetry
| 08:10P | Sunday | 30 | October | 2022 |
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~ Minandanga o odang ~
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Igira so min andang
na dimamin a minandang
na aw...

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Rex and Rita went to catch fish,
Carrying with them safe steel dish;
Though did not know the art,
Both fancied playing smart,
Could not, yet, fulfill their core...

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An art or a sport
Some whisper a ‘crazy obsession’,
And like Golf where age won't cut short
At least our pastime won't lead to depression.

A hook and...

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A chambered shell 
with each a secret Lie. 
Memory dwells spiraling 
down deep and only the Infinity 
knows what is kept in each. 
A secret...

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*Image of Little Boy Fishing by Mutual Art

Cape Cod Boy

A warring feat
expands beneath
petite and huge contends,
a unique line
tugging the brine
taunting as it suspends,
a juvenile
bear naught...

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The mid-day sun was burning, as I sat there on the dock,
Where I had watched my bobber float since prob’ly six o’clock,

When I would tire...

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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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There was a fisherman needing a buzz 
Full of hairy looking fuzz 
Watching a canary do what he does 
Using his noodle 
Fisherman started to...

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Safe Harbor
by Michael R. Burch

for Kevin N. Roberts

The sea at night seems
an alembic of dreams—
the moans of the gulls,
the foghorns’ bawlings.

A century late
to be melancholy,
I...

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Awake before the sunrise,

     one with the breeze and water.

Like my father who brought me here

     and...

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"Catch and Release"

To some folk who love fishing, it's PATH of the heart,
Though it's true not all fish can be saved in this way,
The occasional...

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