Long Bobber Poems

(Remembering Innocence)


Note to Readers of Previous Versions:
There are so many new vignettes scattered throughout the poem that I hope you will reread the whole thing! There are new tales, improvements to previous verses, and improved...

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It is so hard to let go of love,
lovingly.

It sharks, 
unpeels more gut more quickly
than reel or reeler ever lost
in all those years of lazy inches
in and out:
casting,
winding in and playing out,
hardly fishing, rarely catching
anything
from...

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snuggled up to the gentle fire
under the moon and stars 
he rests his head
and nestles into
a long lingering
swig of whiskey 
that drifts his mind
on the night breeze
like the billowy puff
slowly eclipsing
the moon 
a sparkling stream...

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I miss...

taking care of you.
making your meals and snacks for you.
telling you " Good morning ", each and every day.
taking you to school and wishing you both a blessed day.
picking you up from school, 
asking...

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You are about to enter another dimension, a dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind. A wondrous land whose boundaries are those of imagination; Your next step- The Twi-Light Zone.

Sometime in the...

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BBroken in half
the battered moon
hung dejected in the gloom
in the gloom of Prodigal Bay
the ending of a vital day.
The day I found my Father's son
the Golden Boy,the only one
to ever make my father smile
a child...

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Oh, Don't Blame Me!

Oh, don't blame me, at times (if I miss better rhymes,)
When my thoughts are like Jell-O that doesn't congeal,
Must we fault 'rush to judgments,' when they're not ideal?
If my poetry fails you,...

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Motor is nudged to life in an arcing motion, arm pulling 
cord. Vein-furrowed hands grasp the fishing pole, 
slinging bait and tackle beneath one arm. Another 
arcing motion, arm casting pole. Bobber spins 
a helicopter...

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The Prize 
The bobber floats, but when it dips, my heart skips for hooked lips. The line tightens, the tug is strong, I reel in. The fight is on. It's a tug of war, an...

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Sitting on the old black oak, where we used to fish together,
lost in the past, I think back, and remember a better day.
You wrote to me about your new ship, and new friends,
and your new...

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I sure am missin' fishin'
Sittin' by a stream
A cooler full of colas
Livin' out a dream

The gentle, lazing waters
Slowly driftin' by
I watch my bobber floatin'
And I can only sigh

I reel it in and cast again
Against the...

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God hath provoked man with many challenges about this globe.
One of them requires the patience of a long-suffering Job!
Ensconced with fishing pole in hand on a grassy bank,
Waiting interminably for those wily fishes to yank!

Whether...

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Long trips we would take
As we awake another day
Grab our poles and head to the lake
For this is a day we surely have to make

My grandpa puts on his lucky hat
As I look at the...

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I watched the old man mosey to his favorite fishing spot.
Ahead of him his faithful dog capered at a lively trot.
No fancy fishing lures for him, just a simple bamboo pole,
And a can of worms...

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On the banks of a river, with a rod in my hand.
With the sun on my face, whilst i'm feeling suntanned.
I sit by the river and let my worries fade.
With dreams of a big one,...

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Going fishing with a cane pole and
            a can of worms and hooks and a
         ...

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Hook, Line and Sinker
I went fishing by myself today
It is not something I normally do
I like to sit by the water’s edge
Watching the light reflect off the blue

Yes I like the fishing part
The hook, line,...

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I used to fish from the banks of a lake next to our farm
many many years ago.  My fishing gear consisted
of a thin branch cut from a willow tree.  For a hook
I used...

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THE 15 PRIORITIES OF FISHING

1) doing something
       together
2) watching the bobber
       go under
3) feeling that tug/tension
       on...

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I contemplate the bobber on the water.
It is as still as a friend’s prayer at meeting.
Connected to this moment by monofilament
I sit as if I were asleep.
		
A gust of north wind roils the surface
into ridges....

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An old pond full of plops 
with jumping fish and Bobber drops
From my pole, As I cast a line
I sit to watch the clouds blow by
A snapping turtle rises up
His leathery head, like a log
He...

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Lightening bugs flash, 
like the worn celluloid images of old movies,
I sit beneath a great Greta Garbo moon.
I am the heroine of this short.
The dew point drops,
Mists rise.
Crickets chirp.
Muskwats buzz.
Loons ululate and wail.

My dialogue,
The click...

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Walking to the end,
of this old wooden dock.
The tranquility of the pond,
is disturbed, 
with a wizz and a plop
Ripples ,run from this,
bright orange bobber.
To town has come,
the foolish fish, robber.
Beneath the surface,
Old Tom sees,
a flash...

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Fishin, Wishin
Go-in down by the crick.
To do a little fish-in.
A little bit of think-in.
And a whole lotta wish-in.
Bait my hook.
Cast it out.
Now the wait-in time is here.
Time`s just right for open-in a beer.
Sit-tin here, waiting,wondering...

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His long cane pole limber and perfect,
Patiently waiting, his eye on the bobber
For his prey, he has the utmost respect,
The big fish almost becoming his cobber.
He’d seen it swim among the rocks alone
Unmindful of its...

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