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absence, anger, depression, loneliness,
Prick me with your vivid green awareness
Let the white pins that needle me
Diminish into their foggy sham
The bridal wreath that scented our commitment
Now doused in unkept hopes and promises
Moss sprouting venom from hurts battled
Like a fish floating in space with no oxygen
I swam in currents without you
The tank occupied with endless dark clouds
Fraught with fear and loneliness
Love now submerged deep in the recess of my mind
Unclear what is sacred what is trash
I prayed you would see the light
That my white knight would return
This battle is fierce and yours to fight
life, nostalgia, sad, social
where the seagull dies
stringless origami cries
loneliness of soul
koi fish suffocate
colors fade in Bonsai trees
island in distress
words not understood
shadows grin tricks on rice walls
tsunamis in eyes
geisha of the world
love is lost in illusions
freedom is her dream
men with cold fingers
whither blossom of her spring
in the seagull's grave
origami secrets kept
chicks learn how to fly
The garden bursting with the green of spring
Each bud and leaf have promises to keep
New life this emerging season brings
In summer the warmth soaks elbow deep
The fish jump high and living is sweet
Full of summer love we drift to sleep
Now fall colors go dancing round our feet
Days of harvest before we watch geese fly
With some regret the waning days we greet
Winter arrives, with frosty breath it sighs
Thoughts turn inward, days pass one by one
WE hear music of the north wind's lonesome cry
Then at last another year is closed and done
and we greet the rise of a springtime sun
fish, funny love, kiss,
(Seen at the aquarium)
Eye to eye
in a stony embrace,
two rockfish kissing,
face to face.
His poetry written since the beginning of time
Not in mere words did he inscribe his love
But in the natural world and the human heart
It is the perfection of earth and skies above
The hills and the fish ,the eagle that soars
Deep oceans, great plains and grand woods
The music of breezes moving through grass
And the whisper of love from those we adore
Each one a chapter in his great book of life
I believe this is one way he chose to speak
Gifts given freely throughout our eternity
Look, for in nature perhaps the answers we seek…..
brother, death, emotions, grief,
I buried my boys today
Thirteen wasn't bad enough
What a pain in my heart
It's mine now, gone from them
They suffer no more
More than a hundred years
Barely seen half of that
I can only wish
Brothers to the very end
I can only wish
Love to take my boys out
Take them out all day
Take them to the running field
Run the while away
I can only wish
Love to buy my boat back
Buy it back all day
Wish I had my old boat
Wish I’d fish today
If I could only fish
Pen to paper
So no tears today
Monday back to slavery
I cast my out my lline
Hoping for a bite from a female fish
Do you not see what is meant by love ?
Do you not see what is meant by peace?
Shalom is where its at, friends
SHALOM IS WHERE IT IS AT!
adventure, happiness, nature, men,
Besides love men need fishing,
And for both, most are wishing,
Catching trophies chosen best,
To be envied by the rest.
Fishing is a game of sport
Loved by all, both tall and short.
We must fool the fish’s eye,
If we plan to stir and fry,
Some use boats while others wade,
As they fish the sun or shade.
Ice-cold drinks help pass the day,
While life’s troubles fade away.
Most men feel they've everything,
With their rod, hook, cork and string.
Be it river, pond or lake,
We all pray our line won't break.
By Tom Zart
RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
I wander about
like a fish out of water
in the surf blue sea
Me a traveler
in the congress of gray rocks
where carcajous howl
A vacant lot mind
wavered in the breeze empty
land soul never rests
Heart sighs seeks haven
warm breasts of the beloved
in my country home
I see the river
boatmen singing love ballad
flows out of water
Out of Water - Poetry Contest
Sponsor Sheri Fresonke Harper
Üzeyir Lokman CAYCI
inspirational, love, music, nostalgia,
Your expectations are carved into my eyes...
Their shapes melt in my dreams
The face seen in your postcards
Is not that of your soul Istanbul...
Living apart does not change your seas
Your waiting landscapes offer themselves
Thoughts do not remain still
Istanbul rests its weight upon my loneliness...
White fish swim in your living past
Seagulls float in your memories
Obliterated friendships stay awake till dawn
Anatolia rises from your horizons Istanbul...
by Uzeyir Lokman CAYCI
Traduit par Yakup YURT en français
French free verse translated into English free verse
by F.J. Bergmann., 2002
Michael J. Falotico
I took the pictures down and folded all the clothes...
The carpet seems new where the couch used to sit...
A freshly painted outline used to hide behind our photo...
The plants are gone ,the fish tank is empty, only left
are echoes of our life...
His and her's boxes sit by the door like Halloween candy
ready to be given out..
Where love once rang out only whispers can be heard...
No more lights in the window or a lit candle on the piano...
The welcome mat is all rolled up like so many holidays went by..
One last glance as darkness fills the room, still the only warm
memory is lingering smell of your perfume...
Empty Apartment contest
hope, love, passion, places
Good morning to you
On this lovely day
Independence is the word
If i may say
I wish i was there
To share with you
A kiss on your cheek
And say how do you do
Take you to lunch
Spend the day
In the warm sunshine
The American way
In the evening we will fish
As hunter gatherers do
Play some music
A dance for two
Into the night
As the owls hoot
In our birthday suits
Dried and refreshed
A nightcap for two
As we lie on the bed
Just me and you
But the toll of the day
Tires us so
With your head on my chest
We fall into dreamy flow
lost love, loveme, me,
He's just another fish in the sea
Or at least that's what they told me
They said, why would I want to love a fish
When I can reach for whatever I wish
Dry my tears, have some fun
They said, stick around, there's no need to run
They're building me a bridge I don't want to get over
Trying to give me a fake four leaf clover
But I just don't get it, why for me are they wishing
When really, I'd rather go back to fishing
art, life, sea,
I am love,
more than lost.
I am more artist, than living person.
I will not give you the look in my eye,
Nor the eye of the storm.
Or any other mechanical thought
That beams from the corners of my
It is the world,
Changing like the weather
Weaving storms into words
And my voice into clarity.
It pools just like this:
Furious and deep,
behind the rumination of my eyes.
I am half fish in this world,
more lost in the sea,
than whole in your arms.
Your sideways glance
Into the well,
Reminds me of distances I swim
to be heard.
Melissa Wadkins Patterson
confusion, lost love, love, me,
I am in stupid love,
a fish out of water
caught by a slimy worm.
Hooked by hunger
and evidently truth,
but this bowl is far too real
My freedom was stolen
and he just laughs
as I swim around
in ridiculous circles,
searching for a knob-less door.
My voice gurgles as I ask him,
Oh simple-minded fisherman,
why'd you go and snag me like that
and what did you keep me for?
color, first love, fish, sea, water,
And fast moving
Horse-like fish of the sea
Orange, blue and red too
Ride in herds
Elevated neck, of course
April 30, 2018
Indian summers come
Then they slip away
Fish swim upstream to spawn
But they never stay
October came in 1955
I lay on my mother's breast
Love came to me one day
Then stepped away
There might be scars here
and there. But, there's still
The light of the angels
Shining thru her eyes
6/17/2017 11 pm Sat.
flying high within
wings of love
beating on the walls
softly like those
when i laid
eyes on you
becoming one world
a dense fog lifts
hooked like a fish
as the feet
landed on shore
hook line and sinker
you got me
walking the sands
the setting sun
tonight we dine
in a rising sun
eloping with you
to a golden paradise
courage, freedom, heaven, love,
thrashing cold water
the fish leaps...
embraced by the sun
animals, imagination, inspirational, nature
The gold of daybreak
Casting light upon the sea
The sound of the surge
And regression of each wave
Restores life and love in me
The scent of the ocean's water
Brings vitality to my mind
How lucky are the fish
Who live there all the time
absence, loss, memory,
Two souls into one or is it
the other way around? I have
lost myself in the transformation.
I do not regret how much I have
loved. Does the fish curse the river
for being too wet? Many secrets I have
held but love is not one of them
and should time reveal what I have
lost she cannot take my memories.
and the Trees.
and the Bees.
and the Years.
and the Fears.
and the Sons.
and the Puns.
desire, fish, marriage,
A curvy mermaid once spotted me
Fast asleep 'neath the shade of a tree --
She cried, I grant you a wish
I'm a genie, not a fish --
Said I, Wow, genie, please marry me...
You should be careful what you wish for
My 'genie' was a fish to her core --
Always stayed in the ocean
Knew not wifely devotion --
Go make love to a fish from the shore
July 26, 2019
Two Sea-Themed Limericks Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Contest Result: N/A
2nd grade, 3rd grade, 4th grade, 5th grade, 6th grade, 7th grade, 8th grade,
You can keep your cats and your dogs
I have a bunny love, and we are both readers.
You can keep your fish and your turtles.
We are lost in the love of each other, both leaders.
You can have your real world, it makes us both hiss.
You can keep your politics, we love our heart-felt fantasy.
We are lost in a world of make believe bliss,
We are happy and snug, and warm as can be.
My bunny and I, our books, and our window.
We stay inside snug, warming ourselves without fuss.
My bunny and I, best friends, loving each other so.
Your real ways and real things have nothing on us.
We lie back listening
to the popping of stars in their dark pods.
I fish for words
that are not raw and wriggling.
You smoke a spiral staircase.
The car keeps swaying in our heads
over a shock absorbing silence.
I know you are looking through me,
searching for love-bones
on a distant back seat.