Poisoned rivers,
Fishless streams,
Is this really the fruition?
Of all our dreams?
They drill in our oceans,
Just for our locomotion,
To enable the money grabbers,
To gratify their own needs.
They cut down our forests,
And say it’s for all of us,
Leaving our children without any leaves,
Is it possible since our birth?
We’ve been wiping the smile,
From the face of the earth?
Categories:
fishless, angst, conflict,
Form: I do not know?
thus,
like snow,
cold ashes fall
charred history’s
hubristic gales
truth’s torment
tucked into howling
acquiescent innocence.
Empty men
line the banks
fishless rivers
sit idle
barbless hooks
impugn the air
ivy strangled
rowboats sigh
With age color fades
into the weariness
wonder wanders
among the weeds
joy darts through
day lit darkness
hides hope’s
vacant sunshine
time taints
tomorrow’s tomorrow
the calendar’s lie
tri-colored ink charade
mocking the idleness
of one so busy
last call
nightcap dosage
John G. Lawless
©6/8/2019
Categories:
fishless, age, america, life, youth,
Form: Free verse
Lake like glass,
no wind this eve
which makes
blackflies hell
but the canoe glides
across the water
like the trout
I pursue
but seldom
catch.
Up two islands
turning back at
the abandoned
trappers cabin
returning fishless
to my humble tent
and a solitary scotch
as the sun sets
and mosquitoes
replace blackflies.
Categories:
fishless, fishing, nature,
Form: Free verse
I never know which way to turn per se
Enhanced emotions flooding to the top
My lifestyle once was simpler than it's now
Gone are those years of equilibrium
Shades of the night now blending into day
Those tears for joy now stranger to my cheek
I shuffle while the world moves on full speed
Fading faces giving advice to heed
But I have only feet for regret street
Down on the boulevard of broken dreams
"Hope is a wickless candle" I once read
Though I must hold hope closely to my heart
With faith for me to be the air to breathe
For life without both is a shallow pond
Imagine if you will a fishless sea
A birdless sky, a world animal scarce
14~June~2017
(Iambic pentameter)
Categories:
fishless, analogy, introspection, world, writing,
Form: Blank verse
Lady cat kicks off fishless day in the face
Miserable Mr. Cat approaches to the roof cornice
Will rest in peace
Categories:
fishless, anger, cat, fishing, peace,
Form: Haiku
Poisoned rivers,
Fishless streams,
Is this the fruition of all our dreams?
They drill in our oceans,
Just for our locomotion,
To enable the money-grabbers,
To gratify their own needs.
They cut down our forests,
Saying it’s just to please,
Leaving our children without any leaves.
Is it possible that ever since our birth?
They’ve been wiping the smile,
From the face of the earth?
Categories:
fishless, angst,
Form: Light Verse
Poisoned rivers,
Fishless streams,
Is this the fruition of all our dreams?
They drill in our oceans
Just for locomotion
And enable the money-grabbers
To pander their own needs.
They cut down our forests seemingly with ease
And they say it’s for the good of all of us,
But it leaves our children without any leaves.
Is it possible that ever since my birth?
We’ve been wiping the smile,
From the face of the earth?
Categories:
fishless, humanity,
Form: Light Verse
Tell them
-They have come
To the fishless sea;
Needless is their net and
chums,
Useless! Their gaff and clonks.
Tell them
-They have come
To the metal land;
Where tilling is a waste,
And planting is unseen.
Tell them
-They have come
To the shadeless tree;
Where resting is unpleasant,
Where sun is in abundance.
Tell them
-And Sing to them
A single song;
Sing to them
Their failure!
Categories:
fishless, metaphor
Form: Imagism
As a fishless fish eater
Can someone tell me,
Is eating an oyster
Like gulping a big bogie?
Categories:
fishless, funny
Form: Blank verse
in love with vermilion
floating on optics
………………………………………….
you learn in moments of insult
or insults in moment of learning
………………………………………….
fishless bones
still he smels of withering pain
on black satin
…………………………………………….
you don’t want to suffer
with asterisks
annotation
disfigurs the essence
……………………………………………
i will boil the moon
to find the separateness
between scent and grief
…………………………………………..
i am done
the poem is over
death has walked away
Satish Verma
Categories:
fishless, art,
Form: ABC