Piscine Poems - Poems about Piscine

...Sunlight seeping through my sash windows, so bright,   A silver whisper, anemones in oak’s light. Piscine fins capture daylight's faint gleam,    Cormorants align, a verdant, vibrant dream. ......

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...In the tenebrous, xenial realm of the lake, where human cadavers oscillate, suspended by verdigris chains, a lamia of unholy provenance, orchestrates a gambits cavalcade. Each mortal she ensnares,......

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...the fins of human quake tremendously spills grotesqueness while dumping the ox cosmos in the middle of smoothly mirrored ocean Walls where ones choice is fixed at dawn stagnantly brimming ......

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...While on the topic of blood kith and kin, I relate another fabricated poem about blimey bloke of a fisherman. Trawl tale of a fictitious seaman told to ye... Courtesy webbed whirled wid......

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...While rifling through outdated poems of mine some written quite a number of years ago, the following mewing effort, I decided to post for all purring cyber surfers linkedin to the webbed, wide w......

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...Beneath the endless waves lays a body Piscine and bow-legged; felt from miles away Next to it, I sit Lungs half-full, dappled sunlight caressing me An abyssal peace shared with none A third di......

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...Vexation at self - regarding avoidable altercation... Today May 12th, 2021 at Royersford (Pennsylvania) LIDL, when spouse stepped into checkout line (minus her horse drawn grocery cart - pushe......

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...Ah Such A Great Night... To Fish In The Cyber Sea Always does this generic guy abhor inflicting pain and suffering, hence I haint n'er fished before, and even metaphorically refere......

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...(scoured from dregs of me muss held head) I shore up a vignette to free my ("FAKE") grandfather Hymie, whose scrunched countenanced evinced beetle that of browed monkey he spent his entire l......

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...Preface to this brief bitty written snap ting snapshot – word ditty dates back before I reached gritty age of eight and fifty, aye recall a kitty rescued by my youngest sister, who took pity and......

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...He would visit the wharf of the pond very often Peace and joy writ large on his lips and eyes He would whistle a tune to call the shoal of fish From inside the water as well as from his heart Th......

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...My goldfish waits patiently to be fed, he waits without moving much, when I approach,what goes through his head? Does he think real thoughts,or such? He gets excited as I take some food, and sprinkle......

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...ON BEING A FISH One would never choose to be a fish - In one’s right mind. It’s simply not the kind Of thing that one would wish. One’s mother would worry: In the cold and wet all the time, Oft......

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