Long Fisher Poems

Eric Mottram on the American literary and cultural scene during 1965-66 while he was the recipient of the American Learned Societies’ award for a year. (begun in the last post and to be continued)

January 2,...

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Two, perhaps three miles out to sea, beyond the reef to Zapatillas,
Bocas’ dual sand-edged footprint jewels with jungle centre trees, 
Francesco’s outboard boat heads out to Caribbean’s deeper blue.

Where sun burns softer gringo skin, but...

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Busy time very frustrating watching my 
husband and ciro gargano go over the 
blue prints over and over again during 
the 1984 elections for lake county Daniel 
Furlan Bobby Thompson Ernest Fisher Ciro 
was looking...

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I could see the sun rising in the East
Pulling up something that is very deep
I could see the sun rising in the East
Hanging over the first beach
I left the house at six am
Before the sound...

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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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I’m lunching with my bestie Mylie
She’s upset and no longer smiley
I ask her what’s wrong
She said in my thong
My bottom is no match for Kylie!

I giggled and said stop your moans
You're perfect not like Bridget...

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Excuse me operator, 

I think I’ve been disconnected,

To a neurotic world that's seemed to lose its senses,

A ceaseless quest of life questions,

Where are all of these transcending fairytales and esoteric answers?

I am feeling like it’s...

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Feb. 6, 2021
	Hello I was born normal on May 17, 1979 from Paranaque, Philippines. My name is Jacqueline Ramirez Mendoza and was taken from Jacqueline Kennedy Onasis. Given by my cousin, Jocelyn Picazo Santos. My...

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Translation of Eric Mottram’s TWENTYEIGHTH LEGAL (Part One) by T. Wignesan
 
N.B. If any one is interested in reading the continuation of the extracts of letters that Eric Mottram wrote from America during 1965-66 to...

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Creative cerebral craftiness coaxes...

Childhood campy chimera curtain call
subsequently hinting (based on accuweather)
the approach of blizzard squall
so burrow under quilted cover y'all
until warm temperatures arrive when springtime
ushers social media platforms 
buzzfeeding earthlinked instant karma 
jump/kickstarting linkedin...

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When at five-thirty
In the rubbed-eye haziness
Of ferreting lonesome night walks
The camera-eye refugee
Asleep in the half wakefulness
Of the hour
Peers out of his high turbanned sockets:
Hyde Park's through road links
London's diurnally estranged couple -
The Arch and Gate.

...

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CALL ME THE BLACK GOLD OR THE HANDSOME DEVIL
How did you find me, my undeterred and awesomely daring love?
When I flew away into time years ago like a dove.
And you sat upon the cold rocks...

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Alien talk I can’t understand
A Pifflewig performed a handstand
He verbalised through his ass
Gross putrid wind he did pass
Like many blokes throughout the land!

I farted, perhaps it was fear
Foul wind was expelled from my rear
The pifflewig...

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“Fire burning in a hill
The lines are rocky rough
Red angels wait to pick remains
The cindered shoulder
Of confused men” 
(Peter Murphy)
 





"On the Cindered Shoulders of Confused Men"



Close your eyes it was all just a bad...

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This is not for any contest especially since I like better versions than the one sung by Glenn Hughes which is not much to my liking.  Furthermore, this is more in the region of...

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Droves who flash 'brand of God' all will die, Faith or not!
Faith's not blood we can paint on the gates of our homes,
wait for Passover's promise as servant's of God -
man's death falls, a cold...

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My childhood of the 1960's,
all those years ago,
feels like a Saturday in my
journey nostalgic.
The Cowsill's song "Flower Girl,"
their purity of song, of smiles.
A daydream streams,
of running in a field wearing
my Keds,
a sea of daisies and...

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I wish if I could understand your crazy game. It is driving the world insane. I which If I could understand this crazy game, from we made eye contact life is not the same. Thousands...

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Chapter 11g 

Han and Kwona and their children 
Made their courteous introductions
Then were guided to their quarters
Where they soundly slept till sunrise 
 

Chapter 12a The Fireflower 
 
In the morning light they wakened
Now they saw with daytime clearness
The luxurious...

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They will tell you that love will change your life
That just a little pinch of romance
Can make your spirit dance
And that your heart can reach a higher plain
Where nothing seems quite the same
They tell you...

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Here are women in the Hellboy universe...

Witches
    Baba Yaga, The Baba Yaga, Wake the Devil
    Cora Fisher, The Crooked Man
    Troll Witch, The Troll-witch
  ...

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DO NOT FOLLOW ME

Me, myself and I
Get the likes you try
Addicted to self and my
Inflate yourself a lie.

Do not follow me
I don’t pretend to be
Nothing, a nobody
Human not a diety.

Social media making scars
You are not...

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In homage to the waters around the UK and all those who sail them...


Late at night and early dawn
Like clockwork - every day are heard
Those dulcet tones “set fair” to warn
With poetic, most prophetic words
What...

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all that really matters is that you have a true faith
there's no time to pause nor a reason to hesitate
Paul writes this epistle to the Galatians
about what it takes to be a faithful Christian
he tells...

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I died many years ago, here, on this roofed bridge ...
Oh, how many years is no matter - they always pass like
Days to me now. You see, eternity makes such things
Moot - such considerations blow...

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