ON HANDSOME HOOK
On handsome hook
You hang your coat
Your self abuse
Your tired throat
Your sorrows used
Silence chose
You stand accused
God only knows
I painted you
I wrote in prose
When your in need
You find my door
When I plead
You not to leave
You throw a kiss
Nothing more
Fell hard under her spell
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
While my son was rock-climbing,
I was running
on wet pavement
back home,
considering the clouds
and the mishappen happenings
of this January day, and myself.
The birds were awake and twittering
because there were plentiful
worms for the taking
and it was worth singing over.
I read that the blue whales
don’t sing much anymore.
The krill swam farther away,
to cooler water.
There isn’t strength for singing
when you are starving.
Tick-tock, tick-clock goes the clock
when every second counts,
not just for Captain Hook
and his sentence of doom:
an alligator’s gaping jaws.
Death, Death, Death
It's laments to the every living bodies
For souls it's devoted...
Highs..highs to Lows..lows
The master unwavering chains loop times of the old
Unhidden unhidden unhidden
Dark lord airs it with pride.. to nobilities ,
Old, young....the good and bad
More more more ...quest...quest
It thirst for new souls it haunts...
Who challenges it's quest from the new sun?? to new moon....
By lubega kenneth
Biting the lured hook, shortened its long lifespan, look, Fish became a prey .
Broad in the beam
not much of a looker
this crusty rust-bucket
of nuts screws and bolts
is a crabby old hooker
as luck would have it
dolled up trolling for supper
at any port in a storm
she still gives good service
tho' down on her uppers
now showing her years
deep in the scuppers
yet still on the game
fishing by night for a living
not to sully or bruise her good name
tho' one might unduly call her
a 'Cruiser'
this goodly vessel is truly a trawler
down went the bobber
set the hook and don’t panic
reel it in ~ fish fry!
Tell the Moms it didn't happen
Tell the Dads it isn't so
Pretty little roses blooming
In the garden – row on row –
Pretty little blossoms folding
Petals falling to the floor
Falling into angels rising
Sprouting wings on which to soar
Smite the gunman at the trigger!
Seize the madman at the gun!
Little voices in the hallway
Little faces in the sun
Little feet upon the heavens
With the morning just begun –
Strike the harp, and hold the fiddle
Let the bells peal out the tune
Mournful as the lonely shepherd
'Ere the clock is noon
Mourning for his little flock
Going home too soon
– And when the news had broken
And gotten all abroad
The stoutest of the stoutest hearts
Could only weep aloud
For here the pact was broken
For here the seal was lost
For here the children were not spared
The devil's holocaust
And startled in his earthly robes
His heart gone sudden cold
Himself a witness to the siege
Even God arose
And with a savage grace
That moved without a sound
Turned the barrel on itself
And with the final round
Emptied out the chamber
And smote the demon down –
Line casts, tension snaps. Freedom.
There's fish in the hook
It's there almost seven hours
It's still alive.
I remember that I once called him Peter Pan
The man I loved, and yet a child at heart to me
A name that became vividly more portending
at pretending than I ever could've imagined.
A lost boy I found long ago, or did he find me?
No need for Tinkerbelle's pixie dust because
he flew with me as his Darling,* to quell his sadness
but in taking it from him, I began losing myself.
He tried to escape his nemesis, the Captain's hook,
but too many walks along the pirate ship's plank
proved to be a daunting task he kept undertaking.
I kept trying to rescue him but he wouldn't swim.
He was drifting far out to sea; drowning in the drink.
I called his name but no sight of him was I able to see.
Peter Pan was lost again, and this time also to me.
Never Never Land is a place I won't be visiting again.
*Wendy Darling
If you give a man a fish he will eat for a day.
If you teach a man to fish his wife will soon leave him.
in Captain Hook's dream
Peter Pan is forever gone
Smead has a fantastic brain
Hook is revered
His crew would never mutiny
and his enemies have all walked the plank
In waters deep, temptation lies,
The bait on the hook, a fish's demise.
In shimmering depths, love's barbed allure.
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