Pearl
rapids
steam cascade
haunting canvass
a red dawn smoulder
to prise sluggish eyelids
of zestful bright mood riser
who gulps in rapt awestruck spoonfuls
of mosaic zone enthralled enclave
awash with random sun drenched blue pool plops
Where giddy children cast green hue pebbles
as dulcet birds tweet from gaunt elm twigs
and rainbow trouts skim silver streams
wet grass clumps sag on mud banks
a grey fleck morning haze
that scene shift migrant
a spring usher’s
mint leaf scent
in faint,
gust
Categories:
trouts, beautiful, beauty, environment, feelings,
Form: Etheree
amidst a jungle
sloths snuggle ten tree's apart
hung stared glance awry
scout darts afar off
an army of red herrings
plots a lure or lore
after a rainstorm
a hover of trouts stood still
gawks at a rainbow
a finicky cat
a finny of goldfishes
fish bowl or ocean
cave fully loaded
no more bats for the caldron
next up to bat out
they're all gathered there
congregation of egrets
sweet bird earned her wings
longtime without pope
college of cardinals hopes
vows to change its looks
Categories:
trouts, analogy,
Form: Senryu
Let’s not make this so little mistake,
We don’t have to agree with Marie or Catherine,
To love a girl, she has other assets,
Her tantalizing lipstick, I think so much of her,
We don’t have to agree with him,
To keep a friend, Martin, or Gilda’s
Just watch ice hockey, or football
Just send your car to the next garage
Let’s agree, we don’t need to agree,
With everyone, or the lonely poet
Just look at the stars at five o'clock,
Just fish for large trouts in Idaho,
To becoming friendlier. Or listen to the warm wind.
Ne faisons pas cette petite erreur,
On n’a pas besoin d’être d’accord avec Marie ou Catherine,
Pour aimer une fille, Elle a d’autres atouts,
Son brillant rouge à lèvres, je pense tant à elle,
On n’a pas besoin d’être d’accord avec lui,
Pour garder un ami, Martin, ou Gildas,
Il suffit de regarder du hockey sur glace,
Il suffit d’envoyer sa voiture au garage
Soyons d’accord, on n’a pas besoin d’être d’accord,
Avec tout le monde,
Il suffit de regarder les étoiles à cinq heures,
Il suffit de pêcher la truite dans l’Idaho,
Pour devenir plus sympathique. Ou d’écouter le vent.
Categories:
trouts, appreciation, friendship, identity,
Form: Free verse
Soul droops when the weather is wet,
darkened days, drizzle on windows,
Wife watching same soaps,I detest,
no one to talk, no friends, no foes!
Birds take a nap in their hideouts,
cat warming up near fire place,
some eager sports, fishing for trouts,
mystery read, close book,shut case.
Hunger features when day is dull,
seek slice of bread to get undone,
warm herbal tea to light up skull,
to wake up muse and have some fun!
Hazard an attempt with my pen,
old fashioned, paper and pen style,
but ink is dry, thoughts frozen,
wait! my verse will flow in a while!
‘When there is no inspiration’ Poetry Contest
Sponsor Silent one
3rd placement
Written 03/10/2020
Categories:
trouts, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
The Trolls
Several storms came outside the building
they had argued out there in the Atlantic
about which way to blow and now a fight broke out
screaming around the edifice, but mainly outside
my windows trying to get me to take a stand.
They were trolls that had been made homeless
when they built a railway tunnel through
the Dovre Fjell in Norway and the engineers had
spoken badly about their homes said they were filthy
and was full of goats bones.
They knew of me since I befriended a troll who sat
under a wooden bridge waiting for a kid.
I had shown the troll how to fish for trouts and salmon
a change of diet become the trolls well.
I´m too old I said, you have to find a boy of eleven
years old, he will help you; you see, they don´t believe
in trolls in Portugal.
Categories:
trouts, adventure, anti bullying, creation,
Form: Blank verse
surf current of waves
navy blue roads flow
salty drinks on decks
aquarium seas
whales sharks dolphins trouts
waves vehicle rides
Categories:
trouts, fish, sea, water,
Form: Haiku
Lone Ranger
Three days are gone, alone in my cabin
Not a word is written in these rooms of silence
Writing in a vacuum does not behoove me.
I need an input someone with thoughts of their own.
Reflecting my own thoughts in the mirror
Are unbreakable cycles like a troll under a bridge
That can no longer see the difference between a goat or sheep.
Starve it does not being able to catch rainbow trouts
As laziness seeps into his bones.
Sore is my head from trying to burst out of this encircling
Of the stale, fearful of the new, I must read more,
Work by writers I don’t care for, but has something
Different to say or a new twist of words. I’ve tended to
Read too much, Hemingway.
Categories:
trouts, beauty, character, crush,
Form: Blank verse
stream scrapes rock…carved
trouts climb rapids…future sealed
chef shines sushi knife
April 18, 2018
Categories:
trouts, fish,
Form: Haiku
Oh let me roam where the scenery's green,
Where the willows droop down and the bell birds teem,
Across the gullies where the wallaby's been,
Just let me roam.
Oh you've got to be where the water falls,
Where stands of stringy barks grow so tall,
The kookaburras laugh and the magpies call,
Just let me roam.
CHOROUS
Oh let me roam far from the city
Where the roads are dirt and the bush is pretty,
I just want to sing this roving ditty,
Just let me roam.
You've got to see where the mountains peak,
Where the wombats fossick for the food they seek,
The platypus swims along the shimmering creek,
Just let me roam.
See the vivid colours of the rosellas dash,
In between the gums and the mountain ash,
Where the rainbow trouts make their jumping splash,
Just let me roam.
Categories:
trouts, song,
Form: Lyric
THE GROUNDS I WALK ON IS TOO WORTHY FOR ALL TEN TOES ON YOUR FEET.
THE AIR I BREATHE IS TOO ROYAL FOR YOUR LUNGS.
YOUR EYES AND EARS ENOUGH ARE NOT SHARP ENOUGH FOR WORDS I SPEAK.
YOU ALL CAN NEVER BE ONE OF A KIND, FOR THAT ONE OF A KIND IS ME.
I WOULD NOT BLAME YOU IF YOU ENVY ME.
YET, STILL I HAVE NO ANIMOSITY.
MY LOOKS ARE TEMPTING AND MY EYES WILL HYPNOTIZE
THE EXAMPLE OF INNOCENCE RESTS UPON MY FACE.
THE MIDDLE CHILD YES THAT IS I.
VERY CANTANKEROUS YET ATTITUDE OF A DOVE.
BEAUTY IS MY FEATURES IN AND OUT WHILE SASSY IS MY MOUTH.
YOU ALL DON'T STAND A CHANCE
I'M A KILLER WHALE AND YOU ALL ARE JUST TROUTS.
SO GET IN LINE AND WAIT YOUR TURN
FOR I'M A GODDESS AND THAT YOU'LL LEARN.
NOW DON'T BE SHAME
JUST TURN TO YOUR NEIGHBORS FOR THEM TOO ARE ONE OF MY MANY HATERS.
Categories:
trouts, anniversary, life,
Form: Bio