Long Net Poems
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Her grandfather called her to their front yard,
“Come here, my child.”
“I want to show you how to mend this net,”
he said tenderly,
his fingers weathered like the ropes he held,
gnarled and worn like ancient driftwood.
But her gaze drifted towards the horizon
the pull of its horizon stronger than the weight
of his quiet hopes.
“I don’t want to learn,”
she grumbled under her breath,
kicking the dust, a powdery veil
that crumbled and shifted beneath her feet,
to leave his pride untouched.
The old man sighed,
“One day you’ll wish you had,”
and left it at that.
his hands busy with the knot,
hers busy avoiding the duty
as she played with the hem of her dress.
Years later,
when the net sat coiled and brittle,
in a forgotten corner of her mind,
she found herself standing by the ocean
her hands clumsy,
wishing for the wisdom
she once refused to take.
She understood that minute
what he never said:
Some things are not for the moment-
but meant for when the moment has gone.
It was 1971, and I wore fish net stockings at the end of the school year
I had no garter belt so I used knots but they soon fell to my ankles, Oh Dear !
December 1, 2021
ps, This is a true story. My Aunt Annetta worked in a hosiery factory
she brought me some bright pink fish net socks and told me to wait
until mom bought me a garter belt. I was so eager to wear them
I did what all the grown women do, put knots in them. But as I
walked into the gymnasium, the stockings fell to my ankles.
I never forgot the embarrassing moment. Although
it seems quite funny today, it was quite a disaster back then.
time’s sands swirl
the spinners spin, our marionette lines
twisting and entwined
caught upon each other’s lives
loss now stains my mottled
once proud face, scaffolding
slack and slipping ever downward
with fogged eyes failing in their folds
summer’s sun a distant memory
and winter’s icy doorway within reach;
so much I should have said, but
words failed, falling stillborn from my lips
immedicable wounds now fester, layered
scars purple and puckered accuse
as I hum some dreary dirge
to the beating wings of carrion birds
no refuge anymore for the damned
time a long way passed such redemption
I stand staring at that frozen hole
muttering prayers in an angry landscape
.. goodbye old friend
THEY CAST NET
IN THE WATERS
THE FISHES WERE
NETTED AND
WAITED HARVEST
THERE NETS WERE
TORN AND DRIED UP
AND THE FISH THEY
CAUGHT FELL BACK
INTO THE SEA
THEY CURSED THE CREW
AND FOUND FAULT IN MANY
THEY TURNED THEIR SHIP
BACK TOWARD THE SHORE
THEY SPOKE OF THE
MEN'S WIVES AS HARLOTS
SLUTS AND WHORES
THEY TOLD THEM TO TAKE
THEIR THINGS
AND LEFT THESE MEN
ON THE SHORE
WE WAITED THERE FOR FOUR DAYS, UNTIL THESE SEADOGS CAME BACK TO FETCH US ! "I WHIPPED THE ASS OF THE CAPTAIN, AND HIS SECOND MATE, WANTED TO KISS ME !"
MEANIOUIS THE mERCHANT
THE FISHING SHIP USS MISSION
While chasing after my beguiling muse
I fell into the bottomless abyss
Free falling into darkness does confuse
Despair replaces fragile happiness
This chill of loneliness I've felt before
No longer does the darkness summon fear
Cause hope is like a beacon on the shore
And love of friends provides a net of tears
But getting out is not an easy task
It all depends on just how far I fall
And when I reach the top I'll don my mask
To hide the shame and stigma of it all
Then once again I'll strive to reach my goal
To find a cover for this damn manhole
an original poem by Daniel Turner
Sometimes I can't tell light from dark
And sometimes I can't tell dark from light
And most times I don't know which way to go
Lord when will I ever get it right?
.
But I know that
You are with me
And I know that
I can't hide
And I know that
When I fall
Your Net of Grace has caught me every time
You've caught me every time
.
Most times I just can't hold my head up
And Lord I just can't look You in the Eye
Yet You still reach to me and call me son
I don't know why
.
But I know that
You are with me
And I know that
I can't hide
And I know that
When I fall
Your Net of Grace has caught me every time
You've caught me every time
.
And You remind of Who You are
And You remind me
Of what You've done
And I remember that You love me
And that You've always called me son
And I believe
I believe
I believe
.
So now I'm standing here right beside You
Sin defeated and
Love has won the day
I can't believe that I've ever doubted You
You've been right beside me all the way
My debt of sin is paid
The debt of sin is paid
My past erased!
.
And I know that
You are with me
And I know that
I can't hide
And I know that
When I fall
Your Net of Grace has caught me every time
You've caught me every time
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NOTE:Each of the above is a FOOTLE ,a two line lines,2 syllable verse with an integral title-Light Poetic verse form,witty,pertinent,topical etc (technically a trochaic monometer and not necessarily in rhyme).
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Computer catfish anglers
Are out phising every second, day and night
Trawling the world wide web with baited hook
For innocent victims to catch
Internet sites such as Facebook and Twitter
Supply them with constant schools of fish
How easily they reel in trusting people with their deception
Can you be one hundred percent certain
A person behind the computer screen is for real?
Trolls don’t live under the bridge like in fairy tales
Fake profiles, false pictures and fraudulent names
Intended to disguise who they really are
Sadly some victims of their abuse resort to suicide
Hope these evil ‘catfish’ get caught and end up in court
Catfish Contest
Sponsored by Catie Lindsey
5/30/18
As information is sourced, we knowledge add.
Entertainment is accessed by each ipad.
The cost of research is by the net reduced,
whilst addiction to **** is by it induced.
Banking transactions are by it made easy,
so does the convenience of a shopping spree.
We conveniently send mails by speed of light,
and connect to old buddies beyond our sight.
Its flash of lightening promotes the breaking news,
so does its ill wind the fake ones for our views.
It mocks distance with commercial activities,
and lures perverts to their sexual proclivities.
It does our world flatten with mobile services,
its not by distance hindered for con men's vices,
neither will it the distant swindled protect.
It does the deeds of distant bullies perfect.
Transnational love has by it been produced,
when love birds electronically are introduced.
Global link that binds us all like a cobweb;
Old and young alike, each enslaved by the web.
One day I decided to aggregate what I own
Realizing soon enough I couldn't count it all,
Though I never thought I had all that much
What I had was oddly beyond simple math.
Determined I was to know what I'm worth
And I knew the formula for how that works
So I added all assets and deducted liabilities
Yet, never could I derive the right answer.
My assets were tangible, so easy to add up
But when I thought of lives I had touched
And receipt of generosity they bestowed,
I could not appraise the value of their love.
Swiftly I subtracted what I owed to others
Feeling proud of self for I didn't owe much
Till I took account of much that was given
Not expecting from me anything in return.
When I finally accepted futility of my effort
My worth resembled faces of my loved ones,
Not susceptible to any numeric computation
Well beyond the bounds of ordinary cognition.
January 3, 2019
Placed 2nd in Food for thought poetry contest by Silent One