Long Sticklebacks Poems

Mitigating migrating mermaids mingle marvellously. But only after consuming an oyster. Oysters can be quite operatic and operas are neither optical illusions nor organised instruments either. It is within the waves that patterns form. Darting...

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 MY SECRET RIVER
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Its source some distance from its end, highlands.
A little trickle meanders a mile.
Pure, full of many forms of life, no fish!
Now babbles over rocky ground, the brook,
widening, now with banks, sticklebacks, the...

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If I could be any place I have Lived
it would be back in dear Dar-es-Salaam
this is where I left my heart moons ago
a simple yet enthralling and lovely place

Everything one needs on the doorstep
exotic fruits...

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RHYMING WAVE POETRY

The Rhyming Wave is a poetry form created by Katharine L. Sparrow, American writer and poet.
 It's format; 2 or more quatrains plus an ending couplet. Lines 1 through 3 are iambic tetrameter...

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Bubbletown  Blews


Whilst sitting and lying by a babbling brook
for once through the water I took a deeper look
then I saw into Bubbletown, bubbles popping with glee
for that is what they are meant to be
Down...

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The Swan King.

Fine fibre lashes flicker, flutter.
Sailing trance-like on warm reflected glass,
Royal icing sculpture, still Lily-White feathers.
Ripples giggling, Dragon Flies dipping,
Sticklebacks cha-cha clumsily within own shadows.
as pulsing circles steady...peaceful.
Lilac Water-lilies whirl-curl open,
as perfumes whoosh! Midges...

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Five stones     
                 closing times
radiograms and
         ...

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Five stones
                closing times
radiograms and
              seventy-eights
school caps
              sticklebacks
saturday flicks,pooh sticks

Charabancs
             ...

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Fishing with Dynamite
Boom! goes the dynamite as we fish for fish
No line, net or hook needed
Just a few sticks of dynamite and a Zippo
Light the stick and toss it in
Wait a few seconds and Boom!
There’s...

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A pond sits in the glen
bright fish dashing about
casting silvery shadows
ducks chasing after them
eels making their way to sea
flying birds circling back and forth
green frogs croaking for a mate
herons gobbling them up
in the depths a...

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Five stones closing times 
     radiograms & seventy-eights
 school caps      sticklebacks
 saturday flicks    pooh sticks
 Charabancs       ...

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By a still pond where the water lilies plate the mirror fair
the dragonflies in neon burst unzip the summer air
beneath the wilting willow in rippling rows of reed
the warblers spring like acrobats their hungry young...

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The butterfly is back.
I saw him land in sun, just where the bin had been, before today's collection. 
This one I had not seen since boyhood tracks by field and hedge, 
and hunting for a...

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