Nets Poems - Poems about Nets

Chinese Poets: English Translations IV

The Song of Magpies
by Lady Ho
translation by Michael R. Burch

The magpies nest on the Southern hill.
You set your nets on the Northern hill.
The magpies escape, soar free.
What good are your nets?

When magpies fly free, in pairs,
why should they envy phoenixes?
Although I’m a lowly woman,
why should I envy the Duke of Sung?


A Song of White Hair
by

Nets

Tie the knots and patch.
Throw the net and make the catch.
Nets for one and all,
Not just for the basketball.
But useful and clean,
Work together as a team.
The Love-knots of unity,
Hold us all for Eternity.
By Jesus and the Holy Spirit,
Our net with Treasure in it.

William Soutar Translation

Ballad
by William Soutar
translation/modernization by Michael R. Burch

O, surely you have seen my love
Down where the waters wind:
He walks like one who fears no man
And yet his eyes are kind!

O, surely you have seen my love
At the turning of the tide:
For then he gathers in his nets
Down by the waterside!

Yes, lassie we have seen your love
At

Brewer of Sun-Nets

sun-nets:

...for realism in action...

there be
a sound of silence
as to such 
natures wisdoms

they be
dated and buried
hidden in time
lists of dates

what be
such as combination
key to calendar
of poetic writings

be it

2020
2019
2018

or other?


stan sand

Ran's Nets

Rans nets, which bind and trap.
Ensnare and incapacitate all who swim in the oceans of life
I tangle thy golden skeins.
Your pearlescent webs that move in the voids between the 9 dimensions.
Your webs of final fate that float and dance between the worlds.
Ensnaring everybody in the 9 planes and all existences
may your golden Webs ensnare the

The Nets Are Down

Without rhyme,
the words fade into the mist

Without rhyme,
the verse so begotten

Without rhyme,
all passages blow with the wind

Without rhyme
—so quickly forgotten

(Villanova University: January, 2020)
“Without rhyme, it’s like playing tennis without a net.”
Robert Frost

Tagore Translation: Unfit Gifts

Unfit Gifts
by Rabindranath Tagore
loose translation by Michael R. Burch

At sunrise, I cast my nets into the sea,
dredging up the strangest and most beautiful objects from the depths ...
some radiant like smiles, some glittering like tears, others flushed like brides’ cheeks.
When I returned, staggering under their weight, my love was relaxing in her garden, idly tearing

What the Fish Nets Caught

she doesn't
wattle she
doesn't walk

like a pair 
of nylons 
she runs 

but i
a belly
bloated
blowfish
don't dare
even to try
to even think
or contemplate
chasing her in a
marathon and
so s l o w l y
lag behind
my pace
maker
and

my
mile
marker

only at
five
and

a 

half
inches
that's it

watches her
amazing
feat

Follow Up -Cast the Nets Upon the Waters- -

Cast your net upon the waters
 let your words and Visions flow 
from breast to breast 
Let The Healing Waters begin the flow 
you are cured
 like in a bird and the blue skies let it soar
 let your words comfort me 
that your Deeds 
be from your needs 
I fell down on my knees

What He Gets For Empty Nets

The old fisherman sat in his dory

Empty nets, but concocting a story

It would sure mean his life

Should he greet his young wife

At the dock without financial quarry.


Now his wife was as fit as could be

With the girth and the might of a tree

He considered her ire

Then began to perspire

And headed his boat ... out to

Footprints

Striking along an azure shore,
Lover’s footprints formed in our wake
Are like a school of funny fish,
With little spoon-like fins, which swim,
Midst gaping clams and scuttled crabs
Scattered about the wet smooth strand,
To a great rock beside the sea.

And who will know we blazed the way
Along this stretch of beach today?
For all the funny little fish
We left

Casting Nets

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 yapping wavelets
possibly never to return, but of course we will
the mind vaults vast arenas in this place
we pass the westernmost

Boys, Buckets, and Nets

a man and woman
walking on separate paths –
children scream loudly

rose petals falling
as flowers die on the vine –
three boys pricked alone

weeping willow trees
shroud their twisted trunks with limbs –
tree house and laughter

early in the day
sun shines above the frog pond –
boys, buckets, and nets

June 29, 2015

Casting Nets

"I Am casting My net, oh don't you see? and I have my prophets and
disciples following Me not only in word but deed, as we stand  with even
space between us so that we can cast our nets far, wide and deep with the
hope of catching not fish but the souls of men as My

Nets

Men have two nets,
To stay in and to stay out,
One on the bed,
One on the sea!

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