Long Crayfish Poems

The mistake I had never expected,
I did it without getting into awareness
Of how it would react.
Lacking that girl in me is like lacking
Of soul in my lonely body
Honestly speaking, she is my helm,
Stark, she is...

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She doesn’t remember what
she loved about me
so i hold her in my elbows
as if she needed someone to save her
and i hate that i’ve always believed in
things i couldn’t touch

tree house ladder i climbed you
with...

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To the person, they call, frigid, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s poem : A celle que l’on dit froide

(Poem written on September 5, 1889 at Aix-les-Bains, which I found a bit jarring with abrupt exclamations and...

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“Where are you going?” Teddy asked, breaking in our conversation,
between Bulldog, ‘Newy’ and myself and noticed with his observation,
that the words of Phillip Island had been mentioned by us three,
so he gathered that we’re fishing,...

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HOME. By Ted Bundy

There is a place not far from here where purple maggots are the size of deer, pink frogs are there wearing bowties  and hats, now put your hands together for the...

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Sand in sheets
scuffing skin and reminding 
last nights attire reaks like bonfire
 a hundred days like this 
   a sea of endless laughs rolling 
     like filmreels infinitely looped...

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A day that’s spent in the forest is a day that’s heaven-sent,
with the air so crisp and clean with ample shade,
where Mother Nature’s in control with the forest as it’s meant,
and the struggle’s all around...

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Everywhere she went her hair sparkled. It glistened in the morning sun, the noonday sun, and at dusk too. The waves in her auburn hair were her glory. The freckles on her cheeks even stood...

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For many years, the creek, ran passed as a drain,
Polluted and unloved; a poisoned murky vein.
A favoured dumping place, for household unwanted things -
out of sight, out of mind; and no good what it brings.

Life...

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I was driving down Webb road, with the thoughts I’ve had all week,
And that is upon the crayfish that I net in Shady Creek,
Webb road is not a long one, but it’s narrow and it...

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The bayou sky flies a catfish moon over swamp gators 
And cottonmouth vipers. Accordions, fiddles, and rub board vests 
Make their ramble through the undergrowth hot on the trail
Of a sultry midsummer house party in...

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A GUMMY FISHERMAN
By
Kevin L Fairbrother
The sheltered bay disguised what was to come
Around the headland we hit it head on
Four to five meter waves and breaking on top
And a wind that was building making lots of...

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Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Poetic Lyrics By Thomas Lam Hsi



THERE IS ONLY ONE TRUE GOD...THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY...WHO ALONE CAN
SAVE FROM Satan...who plays 'all' roles...the devil...the 'Lord Jesus'...
the 'Father'...the 'Holy Spirit'...all 'Other Gods'...and 'alien gods'...HE...THE
LORD...

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There’s a time-honoured stretch of a river
that’s a cog in the natural wheel
flowing longer than mans’…
time upon earth
and home for the blackfish and eel.

They say that the time of the crayfish
goes back to the dinosaurs’...

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Too much intervention, by ground shifting machines
To devlop some windpower, a results being seen
The crayfish are threatened, the flow rate impaired
As its ecology is battered, for some millions they dare.'
Yes there's cash in the offing,...

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Surreal nature encapsulates the scene spread out in front of my unbelieving eyes. Years ago this was the center hub of activity in the rural community. Forgotten way of life as people congregate in crowded...

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You almost have to be from New Orleans to understand
the mixture of the music that wails throughout the city,
It's zydeco, jazz, Cajun, classical, rhythm and blues
any combination from which you can pick and choose. 
...

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LOOKING FOR HOME


a magnifying glass spotted a WE little woods
in a tiny village with the wonder of memories

a crayfish creek with human legs splashing
a stone wall to balance on a sandbox donut

a swing set put...

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Blame  me for the road l° took
Yes, you saw  me walk through it
But what else do you know

A choice l° made  while both eyes
Suffered from glychoma
But, l° did stare as far as...

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Smell of fresh horse dung on the breeze,
Not far away, just north of here,
Keep walking on the rocky ground ,
No panic, yet no fear,

Palm island Prison, I escaped,
Swam ashore, I nearly died,
Saw the fins of...

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.
the old grist mill leans
nestled in the rocky bank
red fall leaves surreal  

The swift red stained creek that energized the mill's wheel still runs over ancient rocks on its course to the mighty sea....

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The storm is clearing and the sun is trying
to show its glory.
Its like love, reaching to touch my being.
Can it touch my heart
through the shell I wear ?
Should I be a crayfish scuttling along
some muddy...

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She was Shreveport sitting on the front porch
that warm February Louisiana evening
When the cold, shrill code blue    siren news
slowly,   solemnly 
serenade waltzed up the white marble steps

The municipal, official flatline...

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Another New Year
By
Kevin L Fairbrother

2014 done and dusted
I’ve welcomed in 2015
With a beer and a crayfish
Round a campfire with some friends
…
New resolutions, not for me old mate
Cause I won’t keep what I promised
So I’ll just...

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There lies a location with an Emerald Doorway
leading to a shared past.
Waiting for it's own children to visit.
We slipped thru the portal again this summer,
Jacquie, I and another child, her son Joe.
Immediately, I sensed decades...

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