Long Trawling Poems

Precious priceless progeny 

     Hands down the most dramatic change ever needed to make the most profound impact awoke from helping beget the first offspring. An internal paradigm shift reshuffled priorities...

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(A recent virtual chat with thine youngest daughter
awakened poignant memories adjusting to 
fatherhood for first time).
     
December 22nd 1996 Bundle of Edenic Joy
Twenty one plus years ago 
   faux...

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I’ve unfurled the Southern Cross tonight and put it
On the wall, and as I gazed the longest while.. I thought I heard the
dingo’s call?  It couldn’t be as all
Round me were the sounds of...

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the daughter of a miller abducted, exiled, held 
locked as prisoner didst bawl
achingly, effusively, indubitably murmured plaintively 
quite riotously didst call
out for help, when stalked with facing john deere reaper 
with nary a blues clue...

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(not that ye wondered, 
but simply tubby like totally tubularly clear
The Epic of Gilgamesh will not be extolled here).

Though thoroughly well mapped, parsed,
     scrutinized vibrant wonders zoom
plethora, sans newly discovered life...

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He meandered lonely
just a senior citizen
trawling the pathways of his computer,
when suddenly one day in a flash
an enchanting name jumped from the screen
into his unadjusted head,
whilst still in a daze
he had cut copied and pasted,
the...

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How I cherish this time of the day,

When my lover passes by. That gleam in her eye,

Letting me know, her intention is true,

And now it is time to play.



Like smoke she lingers before me,

With a...

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Minus adverse side effects
courtesy Ropinirole HCL
couple nights I did try,
albeit yours truly wanted to die,
plus also yearned tubby
among grrrrrreat full dead, no lie,

yes absent asthenia, fatigue,
and/or malaise oh my
nausea, vomiting, somnolence, dizziness,
and asthenic condition,
I woefully...

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My mind a thick fog, a thick fog so deep, 
it threatens to submerge my thoughts. 
I know not why, or how, or even who,
for the fog makes me it's puppet. 
It stutters and now...

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Weaving rays of sunshine to make a fairy veil,
Tiniest of stitches  all to no avail, 
For when the clouds slid across the sun
All that tender work was instantly undone.
Mabs never got her veil, the...

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The harbour rests from the rolling waves			
Of a windswept and tempestuous sea			
Beyond the breakwater lay sailors graves		
Where shipwrecks in eternal sleep rest free		
Once lured upon the rocks they didn’t see		
Now ghosts of sailors take their...

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I saw the scar down his calf
long smooth and white
standing out against his tan
in the bright summer light;
whisky surgery he told me,
seeing my curios glance
and I got him talking
while I had the chance.

We both settled...

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I consider myself gifted in the art of conversation,
It is a well-established fact, 
That there are few who can avoid making my conversations reciprocal,  
I can hold my own with the best of them.

I...

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I know of a few special people whom I rarely see sad.
It seems the more they give away the more they have.
Even when they are in pain or their back is up against the wall,...

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The sandy beach
thins into a wash of rounded pebbles
where the tide licks,
before that a muddy ribbon
trickles briny trinkets surged up
from the oceans bottom.

Here be the bones of tiny seahorse dragons,
and bloated macroscopic marine algae,
their seaweed...

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At the wharf I donned the Wellington boots
Of the fisher deceased, to trace my roots
And see and feel what it was like at sea
For my uncle a fishing devotee.

The clammy boots were three sizes too...

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From his hands white, hang blood
diamonds and fur, keys to boardrooms
and shoes shined for climbing
ladders, a cushion upon which to sit
at the table. The eyes of a black man,
glittering, see a seed in his hand...

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Where the tide licks a sandy beach
a running ripple
thins to wash a ring of rounded pebbles -
there, a muddy ribbon
trickles through brine rinsed trinkets
surged up as a slosh of time
from the oceans depth.

Here be the...

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out on the hungover gray moor
having morning coffee with the old man of the sea
we say nothing in this silvered wooden shack
lots of coats to put on, it's all very humdrum

the boat cuts through small...

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Unified beneath the dome of star studded sky,
man lies starring at stars fixed or falling.
We wonder who has tossed these gems aside. 

Most singular He who has let these fly
toward unknown destinations calling,
unified beneath the...

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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...

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These creatures creep from the wetted deep
As the waters cascade as they climb the beach
Crawling, trawling over night cast sands
At their destination, what do they command

These creatures that crawl, under moonless nights
A scratching of grain,...

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Dams, mining, extraction and fracking!                     
Logging, trawling, oops this urban expansion!

Plastic, toxic sludge and fertilisers,
Industrial...

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The long waiting game
of the fisherman attempting
to outsmart the prey.
To place a tempting lure.
Sometimes, out and exposed
others in a well veiled den.
Always hopeful for an elicited reaction.
Some days, a small nibble
is the only response
so small...

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‘My biological clock
is upside down,
fifty years and more of night shift,
so, the experts tell us
will decay one’s memory over time.’

To remember the innocence of youth
from out of these eight decades of mine,
trawling each day within...

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