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We spent Christmas in Camas, Washington
With Aunt Lil and Uncle Carl on this run
Carl owned the town’s only sporting goods store
He knew local fishing; where to catch more
Carl said, “Steelhead fishing is very hot”
“I can rig you up; you might catch a lot”
A Steelhead punch card cost so much to buy
I said to Carl, “I think I’ll pass it by”
Carl said, Steelhead are ocean going trout
It’s Rainbow specie with lots of clout
They’re born in the river; then go to sea
Return back home grown; they spawn and then flee
A long island lies in the Washougal
Using a life raft to get there was frugal
Its eighty rods before the rivers meet
Paddling a boat there was no small feat
With boat secure, Carl and son went fishing
I only watched, from where I was sitting
Saw action on shore; a guy had one on
Which he played for a while, then it was gone
I saw Carl when he hook one of good size
The way he played the fish, was quite wise
I felt the old fish bumps starting to rise
When the fish broke water, I was surprised
Those fish are big and their fight would be fun
I knew right away, I’d have to catch one
Carl landed his fish, it weighed seven pounds
Got out his punch card and punched out one round
I said, “I’ll fish if your offer’s still good”
“We can rig you up; I knew that you would”
“But you need a license before you fish”
“I’ll open the store, if that’s what you wish”
“Nope, I think I’ll just fish without any”
Carl said, “Not wise, that could cost you plenty”
“Carl, it expires by the end of the week”
“Get a four day one; that works for you neat”
Next day I was on the island early
Fishing hard but my bait acted squirrelly
Had to add some weight, so it would hit ground
Then threw it up stream and let it drift down
“Oh My Gosh!, I’m snagged!” I said with a frown
I bet I hooked to a log on the ground
I was wrong cause that log started moving
Yelled, “Fish on!,” my attitude improving
That fish was stripping the line from my reel
He could turn sideways and rest standing still
He used the current to his advantage
When he made a run, I couldn’t manage
Carl walked over to check on the action
“Carl, he’s too big to get any traction”
“And there isn’t much line left on the reel”
“If he was up current it'd be ideal”
(Part 1 of 2)
Dear Mother:
Nov 27, 1985 There was boy name Nicholas Jones as I was conceive by Tracey
Washington and Todd Jones. But I
Stood out the only child in my mom eyes. The only man she really needed at the
time. Not really depended on a man that
could walk on his on two feet. but a person that she know will always be there
and stand right by her. An when Nov 27
of 1985 came it came her man. Nicholas Christopher Jones an 20 years later we
still go at it like we Shaq and D.Wade.
you want catch one with out the other because I stay in the post, I want to know
who said we couldn't love are moms
more than dad's. nutthing against mines but just know he wasn't here all twenty
years, He Like Lindsay Hunter he was
there for the first 7 years and then got traded, But then I say around 2000 he
come back like everything suppose to be
aight you know I'm jus playing My defense correctly so he would never walked
over my D.wade again because I would
hate to have to face him like Kobe had when Chris Childs gave him a five figure
discount. An i want be sure that my
defense is played correctly. Correctly i say i will be 20 on this Day just a different
year and different Decade 2005. I
want to thank this women for keeping me the way she could all these years It
took heart and help from the man upstairs
because i knew she couldn't do it all by her self, not one time have he gave up on
us as a family he stood there and said
he will be in good hands when you dropped him off at school out of your eyes. He
still would be watch. Allow me to
Re-Introduced Myself My Name is N.I.C.K. Ceo of my family, got the hottest
mother on my team just let me told you
how i defend her 85% from the field because i can't miss. baby i'm hot out here
just like she called me i'm her one and
only. Because how i feel Only God Can Judge Me. all that to say Happy B-day I
made it. Love you Mommie
Form:
I sit and I wonder.
I wonder and I sit.
Moments dance together,
not worrying where they fit.
Each of my thoughts hug me one by one,
As I stare out at the smiling sun.
A bird sits outside my window free,
And sings a perfect song meant to be.
I think and I stop.
I stop and I think.
Some worries follow like a
shadow about to shrink.
A tree waves it’s branches strong and true,
Standing tall with stories old and new.
Feathers hide his soul about to fly.
Sky is grey with clouds ready to cry.
I dream and I sleep.
I sleep and I dream.
Life is full of laughter, hidden tears,
and silent screams.
I sit on a bench with a dear friend,
Sun winks bye, another day does end.
I reach to catch one lonely, falling star.
Sky full of stars does not seem too far.
I walk and I talk.
I talk and I walk.
Time stops and stands still like a
faceless, silent clock.
Laughter fills the air one afternoon.
Children chase and watch a gazing moon.
Waves crash the shore and dance into our mind.
Footprints journey through sand of time to see what they can find.
I love and I listen.
I listen and I love.
Away flies perfect peace of broken
wings of a dove.
People sit and share their deepest thought.
Crowds invade to see what can be bought.
Butterfly flutters the horizon of a vision.
We forget the caterpillar, it’s struggle and its mission.
I am awake and I hug.
I hug and I am awake.
Blindness of the heart can’t separate what’s true, what’s fake.
Never take for granted holding hands with a child,
Or bouquets picked for you so colorful and so wild.
Listen to stories the old man has told before.
Fill your heart with compassion,
Never close that door.
Each sunset ends a day.
Each star fills up the sky.
Each footstep leads a way.
Each dream learns how to fly.
That bird outside my window full of feathers warm and grey,
That bird outside my window sings a song for me today.
Sometimes, I waste time and it drives me crazy
I’ll try to smile and listen to music that will uplift me,
Otherwise, I’m doing well and I know God is looking after me
I have too many fears…and it’s hard to face them
My heart begins to race…but I must build up courage
There are signs that tell me that I’m still learning from my mistakes
But, today is a good day and I’ll push away the wreckage
I keep telling myself, “Everything is alright…”
I tried to know the difference between wrong and right
I take a look at pictures in the past
My friends had a wonderful time while I feel lower than them
My heart splits into two…to know that I don’t have anything to do…
I have too many fears…and it’s hard to face them
My heart begins to race…but I must build up courage
There are signs that tell me that I’m still learning from my mistakes
But, today is a good day and I’ll push away the wreckage
I keep telling myself, “Everything is alright…”
I’ll have to wait until my family arrives…
Finding friends is like a goose chase…you must catch one
Before he or she slips away from your hands
I have too many fears…and it’s hard to face them
My heart begins to race…but I must build up courage
There are signs that tell me that I’m still learning from my mistakes
But, today is a good day and I’ll push away the wreckage
I keep telling myself, “Everything is alright…”
Your presence lingers around me and I don’t feel alone
This sickness that I have had brought me on a low level
Fight this battle that has been overpowering me, Lord
Even if I’m surrounded by people I know, I still would feel not a part of them
I have too many fears…and it’s hard to face them
My heart begins to race…but I must build up courage
There are signs that tell me that I’m still learning from my mistakes
But, today is a good day and I’ll push away the wreckage
I keep telling myself, “Look on the brighter side”
He loved to cast a line and lay
crab pots off the rocks down the bay.
I would tag along for the ride
and hope Tangaroa bless the tide
givin’ up its catch of the day
So the fish whisperer did call
on the sea god for a good haul.
But would say at fishin’ I suck
and complain I brought him bad luck
cos we always caught sweet f-all
He said to me “Skeet, have no fear
and I’ll catch one for you I swear”.
Out of his tackle box he took
his line and his bait and his hook
but what I needed was a beer
We cast our lines over the side
and waited there for a wild ride.
Bites were few yet fewer than some
but our whisperin’ catch had come
with the wind and gone with the tide
Turnin’ he snarled at me and said
“catchin’ fish ain’t the point, dickhead”.
Well bugger me! I thought it was
and cracked another cold one cos
we showed up but the fish had fled
He’d feel the spindrift on his face
and away it would his blues chase.
Pulled by the tides of time and sea
it was all just a lark to me
but for him was a sacred place
There’d be no fish or crab or cray
or tales of ones that got away.
Instead in our fishermen’s curse
we’d contemplate the megaverse
by the sandstone cliffs of Browns Bay
He had fished up and down this coast
but this old haunt he fished the most.
At ebb and flow without a care
I could see what pull drew him here
but in his haunt now haunts his ghost
Written: May 2025
Dedicated to Craig Bowden
1960 ~ 2021
Photo above is the northern point at
Browns Bay on the northern beaches
of East Coast Bays in New Zealand.
Tangaroa is the Maori god of the sea.
Earth is but a tiny speck of color, spinning round and round
orbiting the sun in the ebon universe without making a sound.
Come and lay beside me in a meadow and let's pretend
we're floating in space where dreams never have to end
Let's visit the constellations in the depth of celestial skies
Dance from star to star, amazed at how they mesmerize
But we dare not try to catch one when it falls from its place
Stardust does not belong in an hourglass on a bookcase
A meteor shower in the distance, lights our way for a time
I have questions, like 'why' or 'how' to write in poetic rhyme
On we go to distant planets, harboring in the universe so vast
I wonder when it had its beginning, and how long will it last
Planets with moons and galaxies are yet to be unconcealed
What astronomic marvels will then be wondrously revealed
Be careful of that magnetic black hole, trying to pull us in
helped by a strong stellar wind that's tossed us in a tailspin!
There's danger from a solar eclipse when we couldn't see
we were headed for Mars and not the moon's Sea of Tranquility
Being extraterrestrials was a chance we were willing to take
but traveling weightlessly in the cosmos is not a piece of cake
Unlike Buzz Lightyear, who can navigate 'Infinity and beyond'
we have to find our way back home without a magic wand
There's no USS Enterprise and Captain James Kirk in command
Our attempt to explore deep space was not very well planned
We wouldn't want our astral journey to disrupt a galactic zone
and like ET, it will be impossible to call home without a phone
Amid the pendants of planets, hanging on a black velvet drape
we'll have to pretend we're on a spaceship to make our escape
15th of January, 2021
Musings on space contest
Sponsor ~ Unseeking Seeker
Cast to the left of me, cast to my right
Cast out in front of me but I can’t get a bite
I’ve changed my tactics many times, tried legering and float
And now the heavy pouring rain has soaked right through my coat
Eyes peeled, alert, despite the odds, I fish my chosen spot
The Brolly that I thought I'd packed is one that I forgot!
The Net I Have brought with me lies unused and at my side
I tell myself, I'll catch one soon and many more beside
Non anglers think we’re barmy and all who fish are mad
“To be obsessed with drowning worms is only for the sad”
But non angling folk have no idea of the Buzz when the line goes tight
And the adrenalin rush when the fish is on and the rod bends to the fight
Worms and Maggots, corn and flake on every size of hook
I’ve used up all the tricks I know, it seems I’m out of luck
The weather’s gone from bad to worse and now the wind’s a gale
I should be in a nice warm pub and supping pints of ale
Not every day is action packed with solid bites and takes
When your angling comes together with very few mistakes
There are days like this when nothing’s right and all you try’s in vain
Just fishing on with not a bite seems pointless and insane
Any size of fish would do, just to avoid a 'Blank'
What’s this! A twitch! About time too, my inert float just sank
I’m getting lots of bites at last ('though the fishless hours were Rotten)
Now it’s a bite with every cast and all before is forgotten
I have learned a bit and caught a few to finish off my day
Carefully I’ve set them free and watched them swim away
I am all packed up but before I go there is one last look to see
That I’ve left it clean and tidy for those who follow me
Every day at recess I play catch with the boys
No matter what they can’t throw where they’re told
Just one good pass
To bend over that many times, I’m getting too old
I throw them a pass
And it slaps off their hands
When they do finally catch one
They celebrate like a Packer leaping into the stands
Tayden Picks it up
He throws with all his might
The ball leaves his hand
And sails 20 feet to my right
I stroll over
And pick up the errant pass
Why can’t they throw me the ball
Maybe we should go over this in class
McNutt drops the next pass
The sun was in my eyes is what he’ll say
I don’t know how that’s possible
On such a cloudy day
With a wind up McNutt gets ready to throw
This won’t be pretty it won’t be neat
With a scream and all his strength he chucks the pass
It bounces 10 yards in front of me and rolls to my feet.
My aching back
It can’t take much more
I’m only 39
Why am I this sore
Now it’s Davon who is in my sites
If he would only catch it I could lose these ball drop blues
He looks good as he runs for the pass
But now he’s on the ground, tripped over his own shoes
With a smile and a chuckle
He picks up the ball
I think he knows it’s a football and not a grenade
It sails way over my head and bounces off the wall
I throw the ball to Brian
He reaches for it wearing his single glove
I can’t believe it, he caught it
Thank the heavens above
This is it, I think he will throw me a direct hit
Oh, man tricked again, he stopped to tell a story and talk
How disappointing
I suppose I could just take a walk
Why do I do it
Why do I play
Tomorrow I jump rope
I’ll keep trying they may throw it to me someday
In the mellow marshes
where butter flies abound,
a lot of curious critters here
are running all around.
Some jitter bugs are here with us.
Their music drives us nuts.
The grass hoppers – kung fu friends of theirs -
hop so dang high, they kick everybody’s butts.
Those butter flies that populate the marshes,
they look so pretty flitting in the sun.
But yikes! They are so slippery, it's no wonder
nobody has yet to ever catch one.
There are worms here, kind of creepy, which do no harm.
The inch worm is so tiny, inching his way along.
The ring worm goes in circles. He must get dizzy.
Book worm got hold of a hymnal. Sometimes sings a church song.
Farmer Joe over yonder grew some corn a while back.
Corn stalks us now and corn dogs you might hear
barking at the horse flies, who do NOT horse around.
Horse flies are so large, they give us all some fear!
Bull dogs and dog wood – neither likes the other.
Wood chucks sure do like the dog wood though.
They always try to chuck them. How much would they chuck?
They’d chuck ALL the wood if they could, don’t ya know?
Our wood pecker here sure likes the dog wood too.
He’s a fine example of something bothersome and small.
I forgot to mention the lovely smooth silk worm.
It’s the one worm that’s not creepy – the finest of them all.
Except for the farmer’s plants and creatures, our life is mellow
here where we are lit up by our resident fire fly.
Bull frog croaks his tall tales; he’s so full of bull.
But if he says he’s seen a dragon fly, that one is no lie!
July 7, 2020
N/A in the Butter Flies And Marshes Mellow Poetry Contest
For 'STRAND COMPLETELY NEW (18) ,any form,any theme' Contest
When winter months become morose
And everything around is blue and froze
Gets disheartening even for the eskimos
Their morale starts to dwindle and decompose
They tread most lightly on cautious tippytoes
For fear their neighbors will become bellicose
They bite their tongue rather than use such prose
As ‘up your nose, my friend, with a rubber hose’
It is uplifting to dream of colorful scenarios
Any warm place where the blazing sun glows
Where the desert air gently blows
While ocean waves roll in sultry rows
All agree a trip down south would be most grandiose
Trading bikinis for their parka and heavy winter clothes
By pools they’d feign being divinely comatose
Drink in hand adopting the hot vacation pose
Stretched out on their hammocks eating pistachios
Laying back being busy counting colored rainbows
Hey CabanaBoy we’d truly really hate to impose
But would you please massage us from our head to our toes
Before their fair skin burns and redness undergoes
They all head back to their respective bungalows
Wondering should they dress go catch one of the shows
Or rest in bed before calling on one of the local rodeos
While visiting the souvenir shop one decides to propose
To send home a postcard showing tropical buzzards and flamingos
With a heartfelt message that needs not be verbose
For sure they’ll be the envy of both our friends and foes
AP: 1st place 2021
Submitted on January 9, 2019 for contest BUZZARDS AND FLAMINGOS sponsored by ANTHONY SLAUSIN