by J. Summers |
Categories:
seasons,
When summer's in the meadow
and the bluebird's on the wing,
I love the simple pleasures
that a country morn can bring.
Then all the world's a cane pole
with a bobber and a line,
the catfish are a jumpin'
and all I have is time.
My back against a willow tree
the clouds float softly by,
the wind is gentle on the pond
as it mirrors the summer sky.
With bated breath and baited hook
I love the joy it brings
when summer's in the meadow
and the bluebird's on the wing.
by David Teminijesu |
Categories:
betrayal,
See all wat u made me pass thru
before i could get close to u
u've changed my life with all u do
i've been loyal,i've never cheated
yet love,why have u been so wicked?
I've given up everything for your sake
i've lost my sleep,all night i've been awake
and yet my heart u did break
see how pathetic i look as i'm seated
love,how could u be this wicked?
I'm givin up,just as u wish
i've decided to remain hidden,like a catfish
i'm runnin away from your evil reach
and as i run away,wounded and defeated
i'm still askin u love,how u could be this wicked
by Allan Terry |
Categories:
fish, food, french, hilarious, love, mentor, music,
They found
ground green peppers
Ground ground onions
Ground garlic
.ground cucumbers
Cultured buttered milk
Cayeene pepper
Ground shrimp
Ground catfish
Some flour and eggs
Mixed well
And rolled in bread crumbs
Fried crisp
And served with a tart
Candied ginger
yogurt tartar sauce
Man that's some
Delicious great tasting goodness
by Dean Walker |
Categories:
allegory, history, parody, social, metaphor,
Pulling teeth seems more appealing
than the squeaky reeling, the howling
experience, of the flogging date
I had with you; like catfish to bait.
Cracked my skull wide open.
Can’t think, can’t explain the straight pin
lobotomy I received from a kiss,
which, at first, brought cosmic bliss.
I thought my rocket expelled
into love space rather than Hell.
Had I known what I know now,
I would not have kissed the cow.
(A metaphor for the U.S. involvement in Iraq.)
by Allan Terry |
Categories:
fish, food, french, hilarious, love, mentor, music,
They found
ground green peppers
Ground ground onions
Ground garlic
.ground cucumbers
Cultured buttered milk
Cayeene pepper
Ground shrimp
Ground catfish
Some flour and eggs
Mixed well
And rolled in bread crumbs
Fried crisp
And served with a tart
Candied ginger
yogurt tartar sauce
Man that's some
Delicious great tasting goodness
by Sammy Dee |
Categories:
crazy, dark, devotion, dream, love, ocean,
His spectacles were fanatic,
The way his cool sea - blue eyes peered through them.
The way even they couldn’t help but gleam when he smiled.
The black frames brought more mystery to his beautiful façade.
Oh, how I would fall for his charismatic verses over and over again.
Oh, how his rhymes, like roaring ocean waves, could both exhilarate me and horrify me.
Like his catfish hanging helplessly on a fishing wire,
His eye beaming through the frames of his glasses
Joyous of his catch,
So I would bite the bait over and over again
Just to gaze on the man with the fanatic spectacles.
by C Fuller |
Categories:
Awake,
for the first time in eons.
I love this delicate Tango
as Mother nature
sings sotto voce,
the rain as her voice. the wind, her whisper.
Your siren serenade
no longer falling on long-
deaf ears.
My will,
pierced by moth-wing needles
and catfish dreams,
falls under its' own remorse.
Words slip from your tongue
magically magnetic
and i am found, again,
for the first time-
i realize that
down the road there is a tiny garden
with a tiny bench, and two weather-pitted
cherubs grace the sides,
apart, yet altogether knowing
they are meant to be,
and all that happy horseshit.
by David Walker |
Categories:
love,
Digesting the Past
David J Walker
Or
We can forget about it
And start over
Telling everyone we have
Taken new names
Or
Change the number
On our iPhones prone
To robocalls
Or
Take an alias on Twitter
Delete each other on tender
Another catfish on Snapchat
Or
move to the mountains
through back trails that
no one knows
but everyone goes there
subconsciously
Or
We can think about it
Forever
Slowly simmer on one bad
Summer day that
Lead to a year of
poor decision making
The past is past
You say though still unable to
Digest the mistakes that
To this day still
Block your airway
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
grandchild, granddaughter, grandfather, love,
grandpa’s pride on the water
sitting by the dock of the bay
barely lassoed, relaxed and happy
reflecting calm waters
not a breeze in sight
worries dissipate
catfish smell
a slumbering peacefulness
I know God is at the helm
A small ripple
Splash!
the world is waking up
I open my eyes and see grandpa disappearing
There is his smile
I love you I tell him
Gone fifteen years
but as long as I have his boat
never really gone.
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade,
as sugar generates cancer
you generate the most severe feelings in me
you are my sugar, my joy,
and my cancer, my illness.
I am compelled to love you
in the midst of loathing
you are the fishhook I bite into
in the middle of a delicious slice of flaked catfish
you are the puncture in my brand new tire
while retaining your position as my new car itself
how can I love you this intensely and not despise you?
That’s the question my love.
Ah, that is the question.