Short Fishless Poems

As a fishless fish eater
Can someone tell me,
Is eating an oyster
Like gulping a big bogie?...

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Lady cat kicks off fishless day in the face
Miserable Mr. Cat approaches to the roof cornice
                          Will rest in peace...

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Lake like glass,
no wind this eve
which makes 
blackflies hell 
but the canoe glides
across the water 
like the trout
I pursue 
but seldom 
catch.

Up two islands 
turning back at 
the abandoned 
trappers cabin
returning fishless 
to my humble tent
and a solitary scotch 
as the sun sets
and mosquitoes 
replace blackflies....

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Poisoned rivers,
Fishless streams,
Is this really the fruition?
Of all our dreams?
They drill in our oceans,
Just for our locomotion,
To enable the money grabbers,
To gratify their own needs.

They cut down our forests,
And say it’s for all of us,
Leaving our children without any leaves,
Is it possible since our birth?
We’ve been wiping the smile,
From the face of the earth?...

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Poisoned rivers,
Fishless streams,
Is this the fruition of all our dreams?

They drill in our oceans,
Just for our locomotion,
To enable the money-grabbers,
To gratify their own needs.

They cut down our forests,
Saying it’s just to please,
Leaving our children without any leaves.

Is it possible that ever since our birth?
They’ve been wiping the smile,
From the face of the earth?...

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Tell them
-They have come
To the fishless sea;
Needless is their net and 
chums,
Useless! Their gaff and clonks.

Tell them
-They have come
To the metal land;
Where tilling is a waste,
And planting is unseen.

Tell them
-They have come
To the shadeless tree;
Where resting is unpleasant,
Where sun is in abundance.

Tell them
-And Sing to them
A single song;
Sing to them
Their failure!...

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Poisoned rivers,
Fishless streams,
Is this the fruition of all our dreams?
They drill in our oceans
Just for locomotion
And enable the money-grabbers
To pander their own needs.

They cut down our forests seemingly with ease
And they say it’s for the good of all of us,
But it leaves our children without any leaves.

Is it possible that ever since my birth?
We’ve been wiping the smile,
From the face of the earth?...

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in love with vermilion
floating on optics
………………………………………….

you learn in moments of insult
or insults in moment of learning
………………………………………….

fishless bones 
still he smels of withering pain
on black satin
…………………………………………….

you don’t want to suffer
with asterisks
annotation
disfigurs  the essence
……………………………………………

i will boil the moon
to find the separateness
between scent and grief
…………………………………………..

i am done
the poem is over
death has walked away



Satish Verma...

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