Sonnet Fishing Poems

In the sylvan sewers of Fritchy's tombie
    the Pottawattamie beavers play
  deep beneath the verdant pastures
    where dead...

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I relish spring's green growth; plants at their best 
and babies after mama birds build nests.
But I cherish summer trips on fishing boats, 
going barefoot,...

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Alfred out fishing

Alfred, the pianist, who insists he is not my father,
And I went out fishing caught a few when I gutted one of them
We...

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Fishing one day in the southern ocean
The sun had risen and was shining bright
Overhead me I heard a commotion
A snowy albatross gliding in flight.

With a...

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The Boat Of Us

'Twas a few years back, I remembered that,
When we had both placed our down payment checks,
At first we did not know which...

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This rusting chain is witness to an age
When slate was quarried from these ancient cliffs
And where one hundred quarrymen earned a wage.
This harbour, filled with...

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It's the weekend and time to decompress 
Hopped on the boat and out to sea I went
Gone fishing out of Montauk New York
In the Atlantic...

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Get a line down, something has to follow. 
Toss a lure to a passing muse hoping
that it'll bite. A word fisher that will wallow
in the...

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When a Bordello was fun 

I sit down with the best intention to write about flowers
and love which made me think the whore houses tend...

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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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These big mother mayflies
spend larval lives in mud
eating detrital crud,
then molt and take to skies
to mate, lay eggs and die
hand on to newer blood.

Freedom's brief...

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I went to camp one year to feel so free
Not one of us got sick at all for sure
I went into the river to see...

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Walk through the woods, a bright and bracing day.
October morn aglow with dawn's first light.
A narrow trail will guide me on the way
toward some pools...

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Gone Ashore Sonnet
 I have sailed on many seas
 they have various colours and smell,
but being indoors looking out
it got a bit boring as well.
One...

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A romantic stuck in the age of the Net
Date, select, one thumbed, spider trapped
The bars are empty, a fingerless fret
The bars are empty, no notes...

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