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by James Marshall Goff |
Categories: life

Who I Am

My Inventory:

flashlights
high-performance yo-yo
poetry books
fishing poles
ice-fishing hut
regret
pocket knife
sharpening stones
laughter
boomerangs
passwords
life's artifacts
Grandpa's Fishing Hat
hope and joy
Guardian Angel
wooden snow-sleds
more poetry books
olde-tyme-radios
compassion
camping gear
Babar, the Stuffed-Elephant
Angel-in-a-basket
imagination
McCoy Cookie Jars
nature field-guides
forgiveness
Soup-friends
ties I don't wear
family heirloom recipes
suits I try not to wear
treasured photographs
170 poems
antique lamps
my Children's love

......and You

       my Savior

           ....... Jesus Christ


by A.O. Taner |
Categories: august, beach, beautiful, cool, crush, deep, destiny, devotion, fantasy, feelings, first love, fishing, freedom, funny love, future, girlfriend, hope, i love you, i miss you, journey, joy, judgement, lost love, love, love hurts, meaningful, miracle, ocean, people, places, romance, sea, sensual, simple, spiritual, water, women, world,

Hope

Don't rush to wash off the sea salt 
drying on your skin;
the hopes it carries from other oceans,
those remain yet to be seen.

by Tim Smith |
Categories: love,

Don't Ever Let Me Go

The sun dips silently over the horizon painting the cloudless sky with shades of red, yellow and peach Arm in arm two figures silhouette in the distance closer and closer they stroll stepping out onto the old fishing pier the pair gaze out over the glasslike pond with the occasional ripple rolling gently Darkness comes upon them and they kiss a long and deep kiss you can hear her speak in the silence "Don't ever let me go" "Don't ever let me go"

by Reason A. Poteet |
Categories: farewell, fishing, friend, sweet,

A Settled Sweetness in Love

  two septets with rhyme  

At last, my friend and I bear no shame.
We spent a year seeking a soul-mate.
His eyes obliged my life to claim,
yet he could not, he would not propose.

Our calm ship was headed aground
for months we kept it together -
an ocean of hope, my playground.


Fisherman's widow!  At long last
I reeled in and quit my fishing.
I found my reach exceeds my grasp.

Two smiling faces fade from sight, 
we travel on very different waves.
Feeling free, we are all alone tonight,
the settled sweetness of farewell.


inspired by a quote from Andrea del Sarto byRobert Browning, 
"Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp,"

by Tom Zart |
Categories: adventure, happiness, nature, men,

Besides Love Men Need Fishing,

FISHING


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 

by Jen H. |
Categories: lost love, loveme, me,

Fishing

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

by Robert L. Hinshaw |
Categories: fishing, humorous,

The Fisherman's Catch And Release

There was once an old man from Altoona

   Who decided to cast for some tuna

      'Twas a mermaid he landed

         He sighed saying off-handed

            "How I wish I had caught her much soona!"


Oh!  How I would love to make her my bride

   But I'm old, grizzled and gray and, beside

      'Twould be my usual luck

         She'd take up with some young buck,

            So I will release her at next high tide

Entry for Tania Kitchin's "Two Sea Themed Limerick" Contest
(27 July 2019)
TOOK 3D PLACE IN THE CONTEST

by Bobby May |
Categories: love,

To Much Love CONTEST

The word Love has been tainted
I love your dress
I love your new fishing boat
I love that new color of paint

Mankind cannot love physical things
Love is heart felt for all Nature
Not mans creations
The answer lies in the heart

I love your eyes
I love your lips
I love all of you but,
I sure love those new shoes

The answer is we love things that,
Cannot love us back, this we have to stop
Love comes from the heart
Not from a store

Love is the answer but the question is
What do we love more?
Mans creations or people and nature?


Contest: Love is the answer
Sponsored by: Lu Loo 
Date Created: 11/08/2019

by Michael Byte |
Categories: summer,

Summer time fun

Summers come and go, what little time
do I get that new game and play
as the summer heat peaks in time.
Will my friends be able to play? 

Is my family going on a train
to somewhere so far away
where there will  be so much pain 
wish I was home to play.

That fishing hole down the road
where all love to spend our time.
fish big enough break my rod
as we sit in the sun from above.

It will be here so soon in time 
how will I have fun this summer time

by Julie Grenness |
Categories: beautiful, environment, fish, fishing, friendship, fun, sea,

BALLAD OF THE DOLPHIN

THE DOLPHIN'S LAUGH


Here's a ballad to the dolphin's laugh,
Thinking the sea's a bubbly bath,
Always laughing, always smiling,
Through the deep sea gliding.

Fishing the dolphin does love,
Smiling at the sun above,
Always laughing, always smiling,
Through the deep sea gliding.

Schools of dolphins smiling,
Leaping, splashing and sliding,
Always laughing, always smiling,
Through the deep sea gliding.

That's the ballad of the dolphin's smile,
Laugh and gently beguile,
Always laughing, always smiling,
Through the deep sea gliding.

by Danielle Wise Baxter |
Categories: celebration, family, for him, friendship, happiness, how i feel, husband, i love you, inspiration, inspirational, love, marriage, remember, romantic, together, truth,

Growing In Years

He is my gentle seduction
that makes me lighter than air
he holds onto me firmly
so I won't up and disappear

Not that I don't love him
but in fact, I love him so dear
but remember, I told you, 
he makes me lighter than air

He has to be my angel
God sent me, I, unaware
for years I stopped dreaming
I guess out of lonely fear

But today, I woke from dreaming,with him kissing my ear
how perfect our love is, in our older years
enjoying those simpler things like cooking
fishing or just holding the other near

He is my handsome husband
the father of my children, our truest bliss
soon the grandfather to the symbol
of all these growing in loving years

by Stephen Kilmer |
Categories: fish,

Minnow Skies

You never see an old minnow
They’re just bait
Something for another creature to eat
Farther up the food chain
I would love to catch a five-pound minnow
Catch and release.  Now wouldn’t that be something.
I could see the headlines “Man catches five-pound minnow,
Doesn’t know what to fish for anymore.”
I mean what do you fish for with a five-pound minnow?
He’s pretty much the proverbial big fish in a small pond.
And what does he eat…surely he’s not a cannibal.  
Perhaps frogs or small dogs?
I don’t know anything about fishing, but these things
Keep me awake at night.
Perhaps I need better medication.
Until then I will dream of minnow gray skies
And anorexic egrets.

by Joseph Sergi |
Categories: bereavement, death, dedication, loss, obituary, remember, sorrow,

Remembering Uncle Jimmy

I remember your smile that twinkle in your eye,
you could make us laugh until we would cry.
Fishing and crabbing trips and your love of the sea,
all of these are now a part of me.
Whenever someone called you were always there,
a heart of gold you always cared.
Now you're playing cards up in the sky,
forgive me if a tear comes to my eye.
Remembering all the things we would do,
Uncle Jimmy I will never forget you.


JSergi

by Maurice Yvonne |
Categories: passion,

Time Is The Invention Of Men Incapable Of Love


"le temps est une invention des gens incapable d'aimer"

mine is a suspended time 
away from here and sublime. 
there are open doors and windows to my world. 
they are hung and hinged in many flavors swirled.

a phantom paints 
the thoughts of saints 
he draws as he scrawls 
on my bedroom walls. 

welcome to my machine 
it is here we convene 
all of my thoughts all of my ideas and moods. 
here where from every pore my life exudes.

this is the one place i come home to. 
far away from where i live and grew.
 i search areas where no man has trod. 
on my boat just me and my fishing rod.

"toujours les grand coeurs aimeront" 









by Joseph Sergi |
Categories: fishing, funny, humorous,

A Fishing Trip

I love fishing in the deep blue sea,
but that fishing sure cost a lot to me.
First you have to gas up the car,
sometimes you have to go far.
Of course you have to stop for breakfast for two,
it cost $34.50 what can you do.
Then we need to rent a boat,
I hope this one really floats.
And then you need bait and such,
boy it really cost too much.
Finally we are out in the bay,
we fish in the sun all day.
We return home burned, broken and well done,
I guess we even had some fun.
However no fish were caught this day,
so pizza for dinner, it's OK.

JSergi

by William Darnell Sr. |
Categories: family, granddaughter, grandfather, Lullaby,

Grandparent At Last

Grandparent At Last


My granddaughters,
Aire'lee, Adelina.



Grandparents old of grandparents new, 
the special joy that you are bringing true.

Fairy tale's told in the rosy past, 
my first granddaughters are here at last. 

Fishing trips and ice cream cones, 
lullaby songs until we doze. 

Stories told upon cozy laps, 
sunny walks on shaded paths. 

Butterfly kisses and big bear hugs, 
truly grandparents is another word 
for love.


by Flora Mae Gudez |
Categories: absence, bird, blue, boat, boyfriend, break up, deep, depression, desire, emo, emotions, feelings, first love, fishing, girl, grief, heartbroken, lonely, longing, loss, love, miss you, missing, missing you, sorrow, suicide,

SEA OF LOVE

Oh sea of love!
How bitter the mem'ries I have!
This place reminisce the pain
Of not seeing my love again.

Your birds up high
Remind me of his goodbye.
Your water so deep
Makes me yearn and weep.

So let your breeze blow,
And dry the tears that flow.
Let your waves take away
The griefs and sorrows that stay.

Oh sea of love!
Erase the mem'ries I have!
Wash them out of the blue,
Take them away with you.

by millard lowe |
Categories: allegory, analogy, fishing, imagery, love, spring,

FISHING FOR LOVE WITH LOVE



FISHING FOR LOVE WITH LOVE

In the pale yellow evening
of spring, from my heart,
I cast a line into a flowing stream.
In the depths of its wetness,
teased my bated hook;
but evasive were the little swimmers
in this gentle brook.
With undying love,
the pale of my heart was fully packed;
grateful not having to throw anything back.

by Arturo Michael |
Categories: boat, fishing, inspirational, success, true love, work,

Labour of Love- Caribbean Style

                               (((  Sailor                           
                                                   
                               Sail your boat

                      Sun's rising ~ on the sea
 
                              Set your sails 

                      Winds blowing easterly

                        Cast your nets to fish

                       Pack your catch and go

                    Your woman’s waiting home

                         To feed the family )))

by Ed Morris |
Categories: fish, fishing, funny, humorous,

A Fishy Comparison

I can’t understand the ambition
Of people who love to go fishin’.
   Outsmarting your dinner
   Might say you’re a winner,
But what when you fail in that mission?

by Mitch White |
Categories: life, love, house, city, house,

Golden Pond

I was raised in the sticks where you never saw a cop
It was easily a two mile walk to the school bus stop

How I got to Thrillva's house was simply by hitching
We would hurry to the pond with no intention of fishing

Both emancipated and married when we hit seventeen
What a stir we made when we opted for the city scene 

Within a few years the city life had choked us out
So we moved to Alaska in a magical walkabout

Bought a hillside cabin house and had two daughters
Cherished annual vacations in Hawaii's warm waters 

We are proud grandparents now whose lives are full
Still live in the small town what most consider dull

by Darren Mallett |
Categories: fish, fishing, flower, innocence, nature, symbolism, tree,

Insignificant

I've found true love within our nature now;
For only when one sees how small he is, 
How insignificant to the big man; 
Can one feel empathy for trees or fish.
To the flower a tree is strong; sturdy; 
Through the current, a fish is powerful; 
Yet man destroys both with ease; remorseless. 
And thus man then also destroys himself;
Raping and pillaging his own life source; 
Encasing his survival behind glass.
And so too, do the huge corporations; 
Suffocating that which keeps them afloat; 
Enslaving the very souls of our youth; 
Bastardizing natural compassion
And degrading our very innocence.
In a world of who has the bigger stick, 
I'm just the trout at the end of the pole.

by Fritz Purdum |
Categories: fishing, love, woman,

At the lake shore fishing

Flowers bend with the wind
Beauty so delicate survives
A pebble toss into the lake
Causes ripples of waves
Reflections of time
Deep in the solitude
Of the lake's waters
I cast my line and sit
At the lake's shore
Not to catch a fish
But to ponder my love
For you
A steady sun shines strong
Spiraling through the balding trees leaves
My straw hat cannot reflect
It's heat
Each bead of sweat is kissed
By the coolness of the lake's breeze
Teasing my senses
With your touch
A rude fish tugs on my line
But I decline it
Freeing the poor soul
Back into the water
And I answer myself
Gathering my gear
I walk back the dusty trail
Into an empty cabin
Full of memories.

by simon cooper |
Categories: absence, break up, fashion, fishing, psychological, teen,

Alone

ALONE


Deserted with his humour failing, 
Walks alone, emotions trailing,
Ripped and broken on the floor, 
A lover with a love no more.
Torn from it's cage and left in the dirt, 
His incompetent heart, 
Haemorrhages, 
Hurts.

by diane christian |
Categories: devotion, faith, family, father, life, love, uplifting, fathers day, day,

Fathers day

as fathers  day approaches
i sit and think of you
and all the things that we used to do
go to the dog pond fishing
and bramble picking too
somethings we may forget  things but we will never forget about
you
I remember learing to ride my bike and you tried to teach us to swim
and sometimes we would look at you 
with a cheeky grin
you always tried to do your best in all that you did do
so as fathers day approaches
I sit and think of you.   

 R.I.P  dad we love you always and will  forget you never
always in our thoughts and in our hearts  forever.  xxxx    

I look up to the sky
and thank the Lord that you are in heaven on high