Short Fishermen Poems
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Writers fish for the right words,
just like fishermen fish for,..um,
whatever those aquatic creatures with fins and gills are called.
Form:
streams of words
unending, ceaseless
attack us
fishermen
wait silently
for a bite
On fry days the wife goes for chips
With fishermen from deep-sea ships
With salty lips
They come to grips
With greasy Sunday comic strips . . . .
The brine and rot of a fishing ship
Is smelt a hundred yards from shore
The scurvy laughs of the mates aboard
A thousand yards or more.
A bigger fish,
a smaller pond
A greater truth
alludes
The water shallow,
banks now void
Of fishermen
bemused
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)
Dictatorship is water hyacinth
once it infests water
it shocks aquatic life
limits fishermen
terrorizes fish at home
difficult to eradicate
and benefits a few
When Does A Rod And Reel Fisherman Catches
Fishermen rod and reel, When placed in the lake catches cat fish?
9/25/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
UNINTENDED CONSEQUENCE
bobbing in blue waves...
oyster fishermen snatch forth
...starfish limbs lobbed off
unintended consequence
creating newborn nation
9/24/2018
sail opening
nets thrown
shouting fishermen
random
those who go to work
on the way people
for purpose lives
random
looking for a love
empty hearts
there is everything in the world
random
1
Autumn, harmattan
—forest everywhere
births green or rust hue
2
Harmattan
—my lips are eager
to map the season
3
Fog-ensnared ocean:
fishermen gasp
in the net of harmattan
©Nket Godwin
Babies are droolers
Teachers are schoolers
Pitchers are foolers
Lawyers are duelers
Fishermen are spoolers
Faceters are jewelers
Needlers are crewelers
Kids are stoolers
Men are toolers
Women are rulers
Light up the ocean
from depths far away from light
fishermen catch them.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Nov.26/2015
From the depths, the ocean lights up like a Christmas tree. The Japanese fishermen catch them in their nets.
With pastels in hand,
I paint the life of the sea...
in sunny Capri.
Giant Cyclops settled here,
and fishermen still fear them...
legends become real.
Mermaids sing with lyre,
luring them in your cold deep...
as images appear.
Fury of the sea
Panic of the boat
Cry of the fishermen
Catastrophic
Is it a revenge of the fish
For the pollution of the sea
Innocent were the fishermen
Who were wrapped
In the waves
And disappeared from the sea
Defendless
The water, sandy shore, lush hills, swaying trees, the smart lakeside houses and
boated fishermen in the breeze from the Spit of the largest reservoir in England's
smallest county completed our beautiful Spring day in the Midlands.
the woods
were made for the branching dreams
of hunters...
the brooks
for the trickling songs
of fishermen...
the mountains
for the highest visions
of climbers...
and the sea
for the whispering secrets
of sailors...
whiting in the sea
avoiding the fishermen
the nets come in close
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nature
8/23/15
Contest - Its time for a little haiku
Sponsor - Jamie Pan
4th place win in Premiere Contest
floating down the Yangtze
many new sights I do see
happy fishermen wave to me
bass jump out of this China sea
I hum and sing we be de we
dum diddle dum diddle dee dee dee
I love the feeling of being free
as I glide my way down the Yangtze
Mass this planet massive these Oceans
Big waves to hug one by one so serious
Sharks huge in chase fish in fear various
Ships on backs of Seas sailing spacious
These fishermen small how come giants?
To boast with wide Oceans for being silent
Birds chirp within the vast assortment of trees
The lake shivers with each cool breeze
Butterflies are fluttering past
Fishing poles are decorating the Kelly Green grass
The fishermen dance with gleam
As they fling Blue Gill Catfish and Bass from the sea
We fished close to where he supposedly drowned.
Tossing lures into the black heart of the bay.
Trying to fool coho and Chinook, but only attracting a soul.
The sun retreated as old fishermen must do.
Orange lanterns glowing, rising to the chalk heart of dusk.
domesticated
thirty-something female
watches deep sea fishermen
battle with her demons
testosterone depleted husband
watches lions mating
in the Serengeti
orange fingers
stray to bite sized
edibles
child plays on a mat
with imaginary cat
a television replays
its family circle
autumn rainbows stripe
vegetable september
across bromham fields;
roundway island, hazed in mist
on a marrow orange sea
wiltshire sunbeams fall
gold on the cockle pickers
green fields, fishermen;
down fruit littered ditches glint
glitter strewn rivers of light
© Gail Foster September 16th 2016
From a distance a lighthouse horn blows
The mist settles in, fishermen do not go
A beacon light gleams and attracts
Sights and sounds, from a warning tract.
From a distance, harbor lights in a row
Tides smooth over, ripples are low
Seagulls landing, shells lie about
This must be Cape Cod no doubt
This glowing nightscraper ‘s iridescence
Brings older fishermen persevering
Through misted oceanfront’s territory
With lighthouse exploring disturbances.
Tall tower---devoted custodian,
Beams protect travelers’ fascination
While glitter envelops humankind
In faithful , reverent dedication.