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We are all like fishes
Swimming up and down 
Following each other
Around and around
Turning direction
Once in a while
Following fickle fashion in style
Some of us are piranhas
Others...

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As I gaze long, far
The Sun leans into the sea
Sets water on fire

A lone fisherman
Paddles through the angry waves 
Few fish in the can

Has nought...

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We live sailing 
for making a living,
fisherrmen we are,
leaving our lives in the hands
of Mrs. Luck.

We cross the oceans
all over the world for fishing,
surviving for...

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by sun-kissed shoreline 
patiently I cast my line
waiting for a catch


Fishing was my family’s go-to, inexpensive recreational sport.  Many weekends were spent at the...

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Twenty kilometers out from shore. 
The day was magnificent, seagulls galore.
To fill our pails, we were wishing,
It was to be a leisurely day of fishing.

The...

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There's a dull ache in my casting arm,
But I can't complain everything is still and calm.

I just have to try and try,
To make sure I...

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In shackles, the angler stands accused,
His reel now silenced, dreams diffused.
Caught by the law, his freedom at stake,
No fish to take home, just fines to...

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While vacationing in Canada, a group of people, with a mouth full

   of chocolate nuts, decided to row a boat down the river...

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The river 
still finds its brown way
through the city's glass 
and concrete canyons
until finally reaching 
the bay. Its tidal breath
has become my own. 
I live...

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A disturbance in the sand
betrayed their hide
and when prodded by a rake,
claws shot up
primed to latch onto
a careless finger or toe.

A big "bluey" had a...

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Jump out of bed for breakfast, the time is 3 am
Knock on Uncles window, have a quick cold feed with him
Gather up the rods and...

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Still clear and sunlit
are the tanned, weathered faces
of the fisherman,
their bloodshot eyes,
beanies and checkered shirts,
how they
stood hip deep
in their boats 
looking up at a gathered...

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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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I've never had a one-night stand,
with me it always was the family plan;
I thought I found Mr. Right 
seems I only saw him with...

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Though devoid of life; its scales still shine, shimmer,
that one could still imagine the fish, swimming,
Freely, with others, in the deep blue ocean.

Partitioned from the...

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