Depression Fishing Poems

Are there ghosts on Hessle Road
Do the bell bottomed boys
Slide quietly into Rayners
For the pint, the craic, the noise.
Do their pockets still jingle
Until, having spent...

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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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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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Loose Pocket Change



A whistle blew
And out went candlelight 
It’s wax ,cascaded and crystallized
It’s  tears, warm and heavy, emptied into the deep
A bouquet of wilted...

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Fish

A half dozen, small fins…
bought from the pet shop. 
Now swimming free in an ocean,
of rock, plastic flowers, and artsy things…
“All” part of the bigger...

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Spring rain
Flings like seeds at my window
	In the dawn, Awakening

Auburn horses neighing from the barn

While Gold Finches are scarred lemons
Half-ripe
Filling a bush, Singing

Release me
		
Leaves of...

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Don't deny that you're out there,
I see all of you all the time,
posting everything everywhere on Facebook on line,
desperately fishing for "likes" and/or comments,
and when...

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A soulless heart

Cannot be saved....

Even by a sea of hands....

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Oh sea of love!
How bitter the mem'ries I have!
This place reminisce the pain
Of not seeing my love again.

Your birds up high
Remind me of his goodbye.
Your...

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This One Girl,
Every night she greets me
In my arms she rests
No one else's around, we're free
Time's standing still, a sweet caress

This One Girl,
I've always loved...

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