Short Angling Poems

mossy wet gym socks
angling off jagged rocks….
grill cheese in the box

By Robb A. Kopp
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Throw away your lines and hooks,
For to catch a fish at the dead of night,
You don’t need those ‘how to books’
Just use a stick of gelignite....

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Hard by brackish river's edge
  danced the tasty minnow
    angling past hook, line and sinker
     ~ agility's marionette, little stinker...

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eh! the body slows
mind tries to maintain it's front
frame won't hear of it

sort of like angling
fish look at you then break line
and go their own way


stan sand...

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Snow
angels
angling for
recognition
on bitter, boreal, barren landscapes
devoid of showy leaf or berry bud,
eagerly wait
thawing winds
to spread
wings....

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Lonely days filled
The voice of I cans
Starting is almost finished
That's what they say
Lining up in A B C's
Simply working 
Toe to toe deeds
Moving from left to right
Angling for the opening
Looking for the knock out punch
Jump start 
The planting
Rooting new beginnings...

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Never angling for a laugh
I call myself just 'bickerstaffe;'
an English clan devoid of fame,
a plain and simple family name.

I mused, then through the ages cast
in hopes to find a storied past
to find my folk had expertise
in cultivating honey-bees. 

I prize my humble pedigree
and praise the noble honey-bee
for all the sweetness that it brings
if I can just avoid those stings!...

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Never angling for a laugh
I call myself just 'bickerstaffe;'
an English clan devoid of fame,
a plain and simple family name.

I mused, then through the ages cast
in hopes to find a storied past
to find my folk had expertise
in cultivating honey-bees. 

I prize my humble pedigree
and praise the noble honey-bee
for all the sweetness that it brings
if I can just avoid those stings!...

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Never angling for a laugh
I call myself just 'bickerstaffe;'
an English clan devoid of fame,
a plain and simple family name.

I mused, then through the ages cast
in hopes to find a storied past
to find my folk had expertise
in cultivating honey-bees. 

I prize my humble pedigree
and praise the noble honey-bee
for all the sweetness that it brings
(if I can just avoid those stings!)...

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Paisley bow-tie
  orange socks
polka-dot knickers
  suspenders dangling

Crazy Marvin's
  testing 'wonder-drugs'
to get his bank
  account jangling

Clouds of smoke
  puffs of steam
strange whistles
  bells jangling

Delirious, dizzy
  all in a tizzy
Marvin's predictably
  mangling

A formula for
  the tutti-frutti, raspberry
bubble-gum serum
  he's angling

To shove down
  my throat ~
Help me!
  I'm strangling...

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sitting there in the cinema
holding his phone
checking his messages
he rotated his upper body 
                            ever so slightly
towards his wife next to him
as if making himself comfortable
angling the screen away
                            ever so slightly 
so that all she could see 
was a sliver of glow

an oh-so-subtle movement 
that would have been lost 
on a casual observer

which
unbeknownst to him 
she was not...

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Suitcase packed 
Going on a journey
No fixed plan nor agenda
Through the shady woods
A bonfire in the night 
To a riverside camp 
Angling by a stream 
On a mountain trail
Where the snow capped peaks
Touch the sky 
Soaking up the sun 
On a sandy beach 
Listening to the billowy waves
Crashing on the shore 
Gazing at a glorious sunset 
And a star studded sky 
Passing through a lush meadow
A grassland swaying in the wind 
I wander wherever my heart desires

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