Long Sinkers Poems

“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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From the kitchen sink at the window sill,
I see a house on the distant hill,
when as a child I had time to kill,
where now my spirit wanders still.
Then life changed on a day that’s dire,
we...

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Jump out of bed for breakfast, the time is 3 am
Knock on Uncles window, have a quick cold feed with him
Gather up the rods and gear, sinkers floats and line
Looking up into the sky, cloudless...

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TWINFLAMES 

Obsidian oscillated into lava
     slid across syntactic streams
        tumbled thick greenwood thickets 
          ...

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After being amply lathered
     from head to toe, aye
ya eye ya eye ya eye, and without fail
     (gluteus maximus unloads a dump,

     as...

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That’s jake, said the dewdropper to the bluenose who snorted. 
Mind your potatoes, said the wurp.  He had had too much footjuice.
The bluenose held a gasper out to the dewdropper. Here.
Nozzled, the wurp stumbled...

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Ah, the con a tried and true dastardly, debased, 
debacle to test the metal of man.
A contextual contrib to the categorization
for rat-ICK-al political fans.
Simply put, the contest is not for the faint of heart.
Testing the...

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Boxed lures lay: belly-up, forlorn, caste off sinkers,
line-less, relics of peaceful bygone days. In vaudevillian 
colors of corny-orange: their hooks rusty, their prongs
dulled in an unalluring huddle; the bait lies unused

their drawers lowered like fathers,...

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It is across the still water’s discern,
That vision dreams the field unseen,
And hazy windows lamplight burn,
Yellow squares through snowing screen,
Behind which well-thumbed pages turn.

	In the depths so black and blue,
Crawl sleeping fish with mouths hook...

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I have been here waiting for you
ankle deep in the salty sea
surrendering away my pride as I gaze into
the spent promises that lap at my ankles.
waves created from the shipwrecked dreams
of what we wished we...

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Nine, growing in your garden, tennis balled, nettled feet, under spell heat dressed 
in your hills quiet blanket.
Barren block of shadow banquet, seized, drowned, caved mind.    
     ...

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Childhood Friends (Boys)

Fishing lines and fishing poles
sinkers, hooks and bobbers.
Maybe someday we will go
when we're not playing cops and robbers.

Cowboy hats and balls and bats
my horse an old broom stick.
Can you see? Come look at...

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I want a man just like Dad

So to find him let me start by saying 
He is one of a kind so it will be hard to find 
He worked on construction sites all my...

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Covered in muck, dust, dirt and filth,
The rods were pulled from the shed,
Brought inside, through the kitchen,
And laid all over the bed.

And the tackle box was emptied of hooks and sinkers, 
Old lures, old bobs,...

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Silent River Run

Research fun gear, on-line or stocked.
Preparation: mixing, matching, dots.

Please, try not to harm the catches we snare;
Eat less of animal flesh;
And, plant lives matter, too....

Date and location decided -- she may or may...

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The wind burnt the chill of infant cheek angling for sinkers
unable in the lavender light of dusk to rise, the wind purrs. 

A catfish, with finger long whiskers, thrashes in the dusk;
just landed by the...

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Dear ol' dad loved
the way our mom
made fried clams.

It stood to reason 
that a deep fat fryer
would be the perfect 
Christmas present for her.

He proudly placed it 
under the sad, Charlie Brown, tree
he purchased for 3 bucks 
two minutes before...

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Only a dime a dozen for these broken dreams,
a free wooden nickel with each pack of lies.
A jar of hoodwinks, flimflams, and bumfuzzles,
a bucket of lost hope, and a box of how time flies.

A Brooklyn...

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