Long Waders Poems

"Salvage"


Salvage the fixating salvation 
unfurling from the wreckage
of a numb world twisted inside
treasure climbs swimming 
the ladder from the deep of all things 
reaching upwards travelling in a new time
of melting morpheme moments overlapping 
dissolved...

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Typing teddies talk. Their furry hands have great speeds over keys. Perfectly adjusted to any form of typewriter, word processor, laptop and keyboards, or the modern computer touch screens. They work so well that Mr...

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In the 80's I lived in Anchorage Alaska. You could go anywhere and catch salmon till your arms fell off. I would drive for hours to fish in completely desolate (of people) lakes. There were...

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The universal worm has got some competition now,
since ‘Sandy’ took me out to Bateson’s dam.
This don’t include the ‘whitchys’ we get in a broken bough,
nor ‘scrubbies’ on the hooks we have to cram
to hide the...

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life without love
was how nature planned it
instinct was the way

instinct was the way
was how nature planned it
life without love

symbiosis
when two become partners
instinctive for one

instinctive for one
when two become partners
symbiosis

the mighty oak tree
supports many life forms
inadvertently

inadvertently
supports...

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A back flipping coconut is very very amusing at a ball but ball pits are moving around so one must surely wear wellingtons or a pair of anglers' waders when jumping across such multicoloured curves....

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Go and play golf with a melon ball. Go on. It's great. No don't cut it into segments. How on earth are you going to hit it with the club if you do that? Right,...

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Mostly they are good memories, up early in the morning
and heading to the foothill’s lakes and streams. 
I’d fish near the car, while he'd go further off 
coming back with a basket full of trout....

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Who am I? 

I live amongst the clouds; converging all around the clock. My bottom is so very far away from my tippy-tippy-top.

I live among my range, yet stand out from all above.
Ice and rock...

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The acrylic line pulled taught as he bit down.
The lake was so still as to mimic a black oil slick -
She suddenly breaks away and churns like an overcooked pot -
Ripples glide along the boats...

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somewhere smothered
under the glaring white 
lies my summer

you know

the three reasons 
I teach

June
July 
and 
August

and it's just
January

so.....
i've come to believe
just as much as Persiphone's return from Hades,
or Promethus's Fire,

it's my dreams
that melt the snow

we will...

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We’ve got a border to secure
To keep bad folks out I’m sure
But a fence it must endure repeated breechings
And every him and her
In Congress with a cure
Says our plans are immature and keep on screeching

A...

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Everyday, I appear at this swimming class
our humble handful of splishing splashers;
some shallow waders, others in deep waters.
As if we knew what waters we were in.

Shallow ones simply stand up to breathe,
the deep ones tire,...

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How beautiful the sounds, sights of nature

In the distance alarm call of a cuckoo,

beautiful sound of summer Tanager

Blackbirds hopping around getting in a stew,

Acrobatics of swallows, swifts, Martins,

Crows of the carrion, rooks, jackdaws, Raven

Cooing of...

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How many head do you have?
He turns his weathered face toward me. You buy’n?
His hazel eyes are dancing; I am no cowboy.
I'm in the throes of boot stomping country.
Saturday nights are for dancing
And you better...

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A constant charging and retreating,
leaving behind the soaking sand,
is the ever changing of the tide,
pushing the sea against the land.

And all along the changing shoreline,
Pacific Gulls glide on patrol,
seeking out the ocean bounties,
of washed up...

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As I stood chest deep in my waders 
On the river's edge, I fish 
I cast my line with perfection into the holes of glory 
The holes that bear the mighty rainbow's 
Cast after cast...I...

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We live by the sea, just we two, you and me
It offers us all that we need
From our heads to our toes, you make all of our clothes
From sea grass and sometimes sea weed

If our...

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STANDING IN THE WATER'S RING

I stand in the mist of the waters;
Waders on; 
Wearing not a frown;
The ripples embrace me
The little fishes kiss my toes;
       Standing in the waters...

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Tanka
Folk Heads Down in Flocks

waders stoop heads down
feeding uncoupled in flock.
like texters bowing
heads down to worship screen folk
disengaged with here and now

Heads Down, Engaged to Screen, Remote

Like waders at dawn sifting mud
with heads-down stance,
Modern folk...

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With my fishing vest and waders, and a found long wooden staff 
I walked along the jetty, on a rock-piled curvy path 
The day had grown to darkness, with no light there to be found...

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sucks to be a kid 
on a hurricane halloween,
where putting on the
costume to trick or treat
really doesn’t make much
sense, because along with the
whole getup,
you got to fit your little self into
some waders or rain boots...

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A bottom land
where green is thread through 
with a trailing mud.

A late fruited decay seeps and smears 
these low meadow pasture.
Pot-bellied dewdrops hang,
strung upon spawny strings.

Here toadstools labor to open 
upon cadaverous stems.
Tractor ruts have...

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Planned trips can be stifling and boring
As a spontaneous Gemini, I took a happy risk
I latched my kayak onto my jeep and drove west
Spoke to people along the way

One forest ranger suggested an isolated spot
It’s...

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PUT ON YOUR LONGEST WADERS. 
 SOMEONE WILL HELP YOU STAND. 
 MEANDER DOWN THAT LONG WINDING ROAD 
 THAT LEADS TO THE LANDING. 

 IF YOU ARE FAMILIAR WITH SALKEHATCHIE 
 AVOID THE DREADED...

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