Short Gill Poems

riot pond- blue gill guarding their ripples...

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Weighted minnow splashed….
Spawning crappie’s color flashed
Hook through the gill gashed

By Robb A. Kopp
All Rights Reserved © MMX...

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English engraver Eric Gill
created alphabet figures at will
Now known for his sans-serif type -face
thus carving out a  unique artistic  place...

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face shaped differently
still. visible pain
they bare so much
yet never interchange

light shades of purple
marked upon the face 
all sorrow, so tired
eyes stay the same...

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Healing from the desert storm-
Mouth parched and bleeding
For what
A simple thought: run and lost,
Or the sun upon the first frost
Never will it all lie still,
Until the last fish’s gill...

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I woke up this morning
and it was nice and sunny,
I then said this to my honey,
"I have got it into my head,
I'm going to paint the fence and shed!"
Four hours later both were painted,
I went to tell Gill,
but she had fainted!...

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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...

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There are few who are so lucky
to have the things we do, 
companionship and friendship, 
loving feelings, 
and wonderful ART too.

As friends we wish these pleasures 
will last forevermore,
for we know that you will ever be a
“Art Group” whom we adore.

Christal Gill
9-2008...

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I learned Jack and Gill from my childhood,

Romeo and Juliet in my teens,

Since the first hand touched my right shoulder for friendship,

I'm digging in deep to trace,

Like Romeo and Juliet,

Like Jack and Gill,

Who was the friend in need and who was indeed?

In the pen-

"A friend in need is a friend indeed"...

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skeleton cartilage
seven gill slits on head
supreme power symbol
stalks prey up to six miles
sense of smell amazing
species are small or large
sudden seashore scary

SECOND PLACE WINNER
written March 10, 2022
especially for "In Search of Prey" poetry contest
sponsored by Joseph May
syllables checked with HMS and PS...

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O God
Why is your world such
Why is there injuries, hurt and deceit
I have heard you are present in everything
then why are their temples and mosques on earth
when people living on this earth are sent by you
then why are some friends and some foes
when everybody's story are written by you
then why are some unlucky and some masters of fate.

29 October...

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River Life

A river is a living thing that sings to clear blue skies,
while deep within its eddies White Bass, Gar and Blue Gill lie.
One great miracle's the Salmon, who upstream bravely flies.
As strong rapids churn white waters, this spawning fish leaps high,
to strive to do its mating and in three days surely dies.

11/15/16...

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Take a glass
Less’n a gill
Add a heavy shot of coconut rum
a splash of  Myers Dark
A shot of  Triple sec
and a splash of creme de cocoa
Fill with black coffee
leave room for a little
light cream
If you’re hot
shave some ice into a larger glass 
and pour it in
If you’re not
Sip it ‘til it’s gone
mango shavings
are optional
So is a dash of
Disaronno...

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One fine day, We met,
I remember, the closest set,
I'd ask for more,
It's a flabbered roar!

Sudden and Sudden, I feel,
Like the fish with merrily gill,
The obvious, the rare,
I'd love this dare!

Sunshine and Moonlight,
The upperhand plight,
The love and fight,
for always be right!

Going to lord,
In the lavish ford,
Going to Heaven,
In the early seven!...

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Fishing lures went on strike today
Cheering was heard by bass, their prey
Echoes from the listening waves wandered by.
Applause and a parade headed to do or die

Catfish and blue gill hollared ship! Ship Hooray!
Fishing lures went on strike today, making things their way
Fish in their pond held a festival so merry and gay!
Glad they would not longer be caught for the sautee'....

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We hunger for wonder
When appease is the disease. 
Fill to the gill with swill and still 
miss the bliss. 
Settle for what’s peddled
Yet crave beyond the grave. 
Beware of despair
And reverse the curse. 
Hold out for the knock out. 
Don’t compromise for the downsize. 
And look crosswise when you surmise your demise. 
The miracle is in the spiritual. 
Not the estate we await....

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I had a summer job at sea
The captain, the dog and wee me
A gill net set boat
And away we float
The salmon all caught with much glee

Most mornings on deck I would be
To watch the sunrise and night flee
My dog I must gloat
Could sing a high note
And he gave our fishes for free

Written:  7-30-2019
Two Sea Themed Limericks Poetry Contest
Tania Kitchin Sponsor
9th place out of 10 placements...

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Oh death your sting will plea
rejoice cancerous vile flesh.
And scab bandages the angel's plea.
of bliss to rest from arrogant men.

Mode I do abhor the card
casting of my flesh moray.
Lipstick stains and gill vanguard
tears swift by tram alleyway.

My memories the broadsword
thing left to hold me to thane.
Womb called life resale abhorred
permeability train.
Headed in the quest of
finality....

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Ground candy pass cigarette thrill
Around dandy bass chia pet dill
Found randy crass softly set still

Rhyming is fun play
Timing great today
Writing a book in a way
One glorious word that will stay

Bound sandy gas often met krill
Clowned Andy mass always get fill
Hound bandy grass sorely lit gill

Rhyming makes me happy
Shows off her colors, something sappy
Filling up my soul sublime
One glorious word at a time...

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Is she skating on blue gill the other faeries tittered.
She was skimming the water, her skirts were all skittered.
She is getting wet, doesn’t she care about that?
This came from a watching interested tabby cat.

The faeries watched her surfing and decided to join.
They loved this pretty fountain, so full of coin.
The cat tried to jump in thinking it was what he ought’er.
He found out rather quickly he was not fond of water....

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Ten straight hours of planned drills
From which they had superb thrills,
All later eating their fill, 
Enough strength to climb a hill...

But soon surfaced a fat bill
And Lil sought to Steward kill;
Ten minutes spent ranting still:
"Ten Grand" only by God's will
Or from a large farm he'll till...
"No, much of it from Rich Gill
And yet a part from poor Mill!"

Accepting the bitter pill
Of swaddling Hotel bill
Exceedingly high like hill
One can't total change with skill...

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