Trawl Poems - Poems about Trawl

...no cowboys in stock on this side, but acrid fishermen provide marine lifelines, hamlets sustain. Spineless seas they ride, shark's terrain. pre-dawn cowboys of Waves arise early ......

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...I'm piling up the anecdotes..Remarks and more besides.' I'll Show historical content also, maybe others can't abide? I'll even trawl my memory finely, going decades back' up till the Present tense......

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...The macabre’s amusing at times, makes for off-beat, hilarious rhymes. To my wife they’re not funny; she wants cute little bunnies and not ones that are strangled by mimes. She says, “Why must ......

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...I have no theme, no muse, no just cause or aim. Untouched by reason, no spark nor any flame. Yet still the words flow, kindled all the same, By the sheer love of words and the games they play. ......

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...The glossy acrylic smell of new editions is cordite to my nose, an explosive mixture of - need to know. I finger trawl over dust covers mindreading unread masterpieces. Movies ransacked many o......

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...We leave our separate solitudes The shells in which we coil To search for seeds of hope In the seabed's saturated soil Trawl the crowded seas Of the white page The glassy bubbles of thought......

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...Tell others your innermost secrets, please be aware Reality is, it’s something that they’ll probably share Unless you’re certain that they won’t be blurting Share with ......

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...While on the topic of blood kith and kin, I relate another fabricated poem about blimey bloke of a fisherman. Trawl tale of a fictitious seaman told to ye... Courtesy webbed whirled wid......

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...Revive forth own verve By stating your swerve Extolled Height of straight, deserve You thrive and observe Withhold From the maelstrom, serve This wicked world's nerve Remold Sh......

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...A mottled crab scuppers its sea legs in fluorescent foam. Blue pods rattle on green tides. Bladder wrack, Mermaid’s Hair washing tangled ankles. There are voices in my open mouth, they roll ove......

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...Is there a place in heaven Where old deckies muster A sheltered safe haven away From any wild storm's bluster From sail to steam to diesel United one and all By the harvesting of the sea And ......

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...There's a feeling of sadness Mixed with a wistful awe As we pick our careful way Across a rubble strewn floor. An eerie sort of half light, As though hiding from the day, Hiding our history unt......

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...Are there ghosts on Hessle Road Do the bell bottomed boys Slide quietly into Rayners For the pint, the craic, the noise. Do their pockets still jingle Until, having spent it all It's again thro......

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...What crashes into them is the oceans voice beheaded. Seabirds skim upon verge and crest, a green swell of rise and fall. Open mouths trawl the air then plunge into a rising wave to scoop a ......

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...A JOLLY FISHERMAN Jolly fisherman jocund Jack took well knitted drag-net on back and long fishing rod to catch fish! Strong wish for fish fry to relish. Floating a boat he......

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