Shoal Poems - Poems about Shoal

hoodwinked shoal of fish in strong close spun nylon nets~ fight for survival ...

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We are all like fishes Swimming up and down Following each other Around and around Turning direction Once in a while Following fickle fashion in style Some of us are piranhas Others trout We can swim alone But often better in pairs Or groups that are know We try to keep our heads above the water Waters is something we can't live without We have to be...

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In my Pearl observed a hole: The Hidden black of a mole; From that day ceased to be whole, From that hour A Big Charcoal I should not give my prized soul Or, else, smell not my set goal, Play not a cherished clean role Nor body support on firm sole... In Pearl spotted a clear hole For which folks I give a...

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She lay upon the sand, lowtide-cold, salted-dry, dissheveled. Tomorrow would have been her twenty first birthday, unadorned, except for the seaweed in her brassy blonde hair. Tip-toeing across her blue-gray cheek, a pink crab foraged, unhindered, it dined on the whites of her eyes. Only the sea and sand cradled her now. First Published in Of Sun and Sand 2013 part Of...

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GOLDEN SHOAL Playful twinkling school of sunbeams Fluttering o’er the rippling streams; Shimmering shadow of sun golden - His skyglow’s moving liquid children. Jostling, splashing at joyful ease - A shining shoal enjoying the breeze. ............................................................................................................ Note: Ever watched the sun ripple off the waves of a river? This is what I saw this morning....

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Last tendered lifeline sought as battered psyche under your bellowing wave rips Final act of penance remitted from bleeding, parched lips Hemorrhaging from bandaged sorrows that only strerile soul doth eclipse A hollow stare from deserted strand harboring the wreckage of two, desolate ships Posture now callous bearing the scars of your shallow, superficial preening grips Disheveled hair, limp dividend...

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I suppose the transcendence that is sought after Will come from a potential difference Belonging to an electron surge that will fill my cup To the brim So I can then tip my hat to the waiting masses With phalanges that sparkle and emit tiny hurricanes All for the honor and glory of the unrequited neural infarctions That spun off of...

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... in the rhythmic swishing of the ebb tide hesitantly leaving the sandy shoal, ...

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