Short Gone Fishing Poems
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After a bout of French kissing
Soup Creek's Mayor has gone missing
But a whippoorwill
Reports from Boot Hill
The Marmite Man has gone fishing
shiftless louies constant wish
for a new satellite dish
made his wife stammer
in her best grammar
come home once you caught a fish.
There's a fellow named Robert O'Toole.
He's the principal down at the school.
He cut classes today,
So the gossips all say.
Went fishing for bass in the car pool.
An ardent angler
silhouetted by
la luna’s pale glow,
waits in silence
hoping that a trout
will nibble his bait
5,5,5,5,5,5 checked with HMS
Tableau - 6 Lines Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
03/16/21
When Death Calls
Death comes calling in the early morning
No one is at home
They have all gone fishing
Personally, I prefer doing the dishes
Cleaning the litter box
Darning sox
Those darn socks
I prefer doing that than being damned and dead
When death comes calling
My parents always told me "Give a man a fish and he eats for a day. Teach him to
fish and he will eat forever" It always annoyed me. Have you ever tried fishing before?
It's hard to catch a fish I have gone fishing for days at a time and never caught
anything. So just give me a fish I'm hungry now and could starve to death trying to catch
one.
Form:
I love to go fishing,
And I love to date.
I was just wishing,
You would take the bait.
Out on a clear lake,
We were feeling fine.
But my big mistake,
I used an old line.
Was the same line heard,
More than once before.
With her final word,
We don't fish no more.
Now that I look back,
Don't know what to say.
She wouldn't cut me slack,
The one that got away.
Burbling brooks
Small fish hooks
A rod goes thwip
With subtle whip
the float will drop
soft gentle plop
Tick, tock, tick
Patience the trick
A mighty thwap
The line goes snap
Wind with zeal
The whirring reel
Splish, splash, splosh
Oh my gosh
That's one big fish
Fit for a dish
Onomatopoeia Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
Date wrote: 8th July 2022
The curious events of a man
Turning paper into bones
Lifting Earth to find some clue
Walking backwards to hide the truth
After missing the silent rising sun
Which can only rise by supporting eyes
As the anticipation of a child
For now he rests his squeeking doors and animated shades
A business of indoor fishing in the River Hades
Not the first, nor the last to be caught by his own bait
Form:
Freedom, gone fishing!
The Peaceful Transfer of Power?
One Nation, stolen by Fraud,
With Liberty and Justice for none?
Tragically, our National Guard sleeping
in garages
All questions, new regime dodges.
~Malarkey Regime~
1/23/2021
~4~
Casting nets into the sea
On the shores of Galilee
Heard the call to "Follow me"
They left their nets immediately
Simon, known as Peter too
And his brother named Andrew
Sons of Thunder, James and John,
Left Zebedee and quickly joined on
No more were there nets to mend
That life was now at an end
All was dropped right there and then
Jesus declared them fishers of men
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(from Matthew 4 - This is in the Lind30SR form)