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Love Poems About Catfish or Catfish Love Poems
by David Teminijesu |
Categories: betrayal,

wicked love

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 Dean Walker |
Categories: allegory, history, parody, social, metaphor,

The Date

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 c fuller |
Categories:

Found in translation

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 Sammy Dee |
Categories: crazy, dark, devotion, dream, love, ocean,

The man with the fanatic spectacles

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 Allan Terry |
Categories: fish, food, french, hilarious, love, mentor, music,

Cajuin doux

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 Allan Terry |
Categories: fish, food, french, hilarious, love, mentor, music,

Cajuin doux

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