Fingerlings Poems - Poems about Fingerlings

...A breeze of super heated love the ancients called it At the forth angle trumped up charges bemoan you Twas a case of of an eagle eating a chic..... cry folly Cry folly for Roy was as is his usual ......Read the rest...

...Small fry Fingerlings are playing among seagrass in shallow water they stop when the big shadow of an adult passes overhead sometimes they play is so exciting they forget and end swallowed who......Read the rest...

...Let me walk along the velvet beach, collecting shells upon crushed stretch. Sun rearing-up a nine year old — teach her to be happy, care-free, an oceanic sketch. Eyes wide open, examine the gi......Read the rest...

...` I’m just a poem in disarray some words tossed on the page A jumbled mess of things to say that never act their age Like stanzas baked in carrot stew all mixed and mingled in Nice woven t......Read the rest...

...Get a line down, something has to follow. Toss a lure to a passing muse hoping that it'll bite. A word fisher that will wallow in the shallows, flick fly back and forth, hooking the first weig......Read the rest...

...On our disparitive continuum when after dusk the dawn is flowering and skies aglow in rose chrysanthemum have scattered banished darkness, cowering; And when the silver drizzled fingerlings t......Read the rest...

...Who would feed the cubs? Those that shall one day be scrubs, The land that hurts but weaken, The life of the poverty stricken, Who would shelter the pullets? With tongues spinning spits of fea......Read the rest...

...WHERE AM I? Life, You welcome all with a smile, But your wall you cast about us Like a net for the fingerlings, Wroughted to tame Slavers for your farmland. I had a dream in my sleep, ......Read the rest...

...Not a whisper, nor a word, Just one day in the fall A brief moment in time, where that moment, interred, is now kept, as my own in a frame on the wall. Stirring my soul, in soft shades ......Read the rest...

... I once stepped into a labyrinth, that grew upon the crest The unraveled trail through silver pines, where ferns and grasses wept, Where birdsongs rose, from scattered boughs, and echoed to ......Read the rest...

...Walking to the end, of this old wooden dock. The tranquility of the pond, is disturbed, with a wizz and a plop Ripples ,run from this, bright orange bobber. To town has come, the foolish fis......Read the rest...

...He sat there in his fav'rite chair, a blanket 'cross his lap And covering his snow white hair was his old fishing cap. I knew he could not talk to me since suffering the stroke, But still I sen......Read the rest...