Moon Fishing Poems

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                 bizarre I say
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The Fisherman

The early bird does not get the worm
When a fisherman sets his clock,
He plays checkers with the moon
And fishes quietly on the dock.
There is...

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Far tae the North hidden alang Moray coast,
Therr bides a little toon o which yin can boast. 
Wi a rid phone boax in pride o...

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Thought Police

Be careful what you say, 
be careful who you say it to. 
It might be heard... 
by someone that does not like it!

They will...

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I wake to a monochrome world and I yawn
The reds, greens and yellows awaiting the dawn
Out on the water, my luminous float
Rides unseen ripples in...

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Wolves howl at the moon shining over the ridge
Golden light glancing off the silver steel girders,
Slithers of squiggly speckles ripple in the stream
After the trotline...

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Before dawn light, there is a peaceful harmony.
Even without the moon, it's still very charming.


Stars dazzling brightness reflects off the heavy snow. 
Storms that should be...

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Drop me off on an island
where coconuts dangle sweetly
where the ghost of lost love
pirouettes on a moon kissed beach

A hut made of palm leaves is...

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An ardent angler
silhouetted by
la luna’s pale glow,
waits in silence
hoping that a trout
will nibble his bait

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delicate moon
floating over the water
night summer fishing

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The clouds are rolling and the rivers are flowing
The birds are singing and the bells are ringing
I have come to this place to unite the...

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The father was a fisherman…the weekend could never come too soon
for he loved to drive up to the lake and fish under the moon.

The son...

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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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I saw her speaking but only heard music.
And wondered of the sanity of love, whatever it is that love might be.
I heard Mozart’s violin concerto...

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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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