Short Fisher Poems

shriveling towers
serpent cheering- mobs rejoice
fisher woman cries...

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bro,the fisher men
did scale the walls and all saw
the past,is empty...

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Young Bobby Fisher was a grand chess master
   The rest of his life ~ a complete disaster...

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Moss grew quickly in the wet
The river fisher checked his net
The passing of a silhouette...

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King fisher nestled                  					        
picturesque frozen blue brook	 					 
cold steam gargoyles lap...

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He’s lived a long life;
Now his days are short.
So he's slowed down,
Yet, time flies by
Even faster.




David Fisher for Laconic Verse contest...

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Pickle -  by Luciana Fisher

To tickle my creativity pickle,
I self-prescribed a dose of writing once a day.
Once. 
Therefore, this is my writing for today....

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seal blue fisher.whats the wish on her now?ow now brown cow?was a town 
enough?buff and angle,feel the strangle?love the engles,waltons and all,grizzley 
adams saw....

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On the beach sat the fisher McBride
With his pole in a stand by his side
Then suddenly he had a big bite
And his pole took off into flight
Up he sprang, his mouth open wide...

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koi not to be caught
fisher breathed a sullen sigh
pond veiled in lilies

8/6/2018

 captcha of my log in ; kfp  (4=f)

Poetry Contest: haiku captcha 
 Sponsored by: Harry Horsman...

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A king fisher swooped down
into the silent waters at the noon
a flash of amber and blue
bobbed up sloshing- whoo
a silver fish dangling from its beak
like an ornate pendant, from that creek...

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There's a self beyond yourself
When stretched you fly above yourself
Let the Fisherman, turn a fisher of man
A push will throw you above all you can -
When you aren't yourself but your best self...

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The Fish and the Hook,

Birthmark of a man,

A Fisher of Men,

Return-eth again,

Expected to change,

the fate of the damned,

Thy Will  becomes Faith,

 Our  Lord's coming is planned!

Don Johnson
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WkXYvn41K2Y...

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Halloween comes n punpkins , some,
say who is tugging here,
its Jack the horse, vine tugging some,
horse teeth that pumpkins fear,
but Jack he isnt queer,
an pumpkins canna run,
for pumpkin shed a tear...

re: Russell Sivey "Halloween Spiders"

an old Jack my horse  pumpkin fisher..one

Don Johnson...

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Master, fisher gone
Far out upon the sea
When will he be home again?
To spend some time with me
Spending all his time away
Hunting for good fish
Will he soon come home again
Ah…that is my wish
Bring him back home safely 
O’er the stormy waves and rain
Safely to his family
Bring him home again...

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Thick viscous liquid on top
as the herons hover round,
looking for a way to grab
their underneath preys.

entrapped preys struggle for air,
fisher men confused and stunned,
Movement of tourists hindered,
water can`t be drunk.

DATE:11-25-2012

Olusegun Arowolo

CONTEST:"Natural Dodoitsu" sponsored by Russel Sivey...

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I once heard of a fisher Luciano,
  who sang bass as he played on his piano.
  Once he fished and cast his line
  by mistake hooked his behind
  since that day, when he plays he sings soprano.

  How many syllables.com
  11, 11, 7, 7, 11
  
  11.11.2014
  Sponsor Roy Jerden
  Limericks Clean and Clever...

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The thunderous skies now capitulate to man, witnessing their tirade of wrath
Who would have thought nature now bowed, whilst viewing man's path 
What man could imagine, beating a power like she
When I look back at the template I wrote
This wasn't meant to be



Inspired by reading a posting on Facebook by 'Janette Fisher'


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aura and presence
of her blazing spirit
soul shifting transformations
karmic consequences
plunging like a king fisher
in the wilderness
of her sacred ocean
flowing water
of power and love
her prismatic eyes
penetrating blissful
lightning bolt of ascended truth
leading me into dark abyss
jolting and stirring
long lost desires
july 12 2016...

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There's this feral cat
who knows just where it's at
when he wanders off for late-night prowlin'.

Sixth Street and Fisher Trail
no better place for tail
he slinks up licked clean and growlin'.

The young fluffy things call him “my little pita”
but his wife knows he's nothin' but a has-been ol' cheetah
and she gets the last laugh.  He thinks she's out bowlin'!...

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Laughter....Haa! Haa! Hoo! Hee...a Wah...Hoo ho ho--Hehehe!!! Smile


And Silence....


My Two favorite sounds!!
Reminds me of children playing hard and having a good day then drifting off to sleep 
at peace in the world...then mom's alone time just me and birds chirping and crickets 
serenading me off to sleep. AAHHH!!

For Janette Fisher my inspiration...

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fisher man
                                                  fishing creel in hands
                                                        stuck with mud 

                                                         crane near by
                                                  jumps here and there
                                                           eyes on fish...

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You have seen me in all my woes.
And yet you forgive.
You know me not personally,
But you have seen me on the Streets.
You care that I am a casted-off human-being.
And yet you take me in.
How wonderful you are,
for this is not a sin.
I am grateful to you.
Where you lead, others follow.
You are a Fisher of Mankind.
I am grateful to you....

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The ocean rolled with white caps
Rising and falling in scattered
Wind blown sprays,
Waves breaking viciously
Upon shoreline rocks,
Jutting wharves,
Tied up little fisher boats.

Sea gulls overhead, as if angry
At the ferocity of today’s ocean
Whipped up by this autumn gale,
Shrieked in flight
As thunders roared
And

I enjoyed it all.

A W.C.Hull Poem © 2000-2022-017 (A)...

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These are antiques the old lady said.
All of them?
She nodded.
Even these?

I held up a Fisher Price toy barn.
Especially that! She said.
I left feeling bewildered.
I had just held up my children’s favorite childhood toy.

Are my children also antiques?
And if they are antiques,
Where do I stand? What does this make me?
I got into my covered wagon and put a comforter over my head....

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