Gone Fishing Poems - Poems about Gone Fishing

Pundits say Zelensky just lost his bearings ~ I say he served Trump a red herring ...

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On the banks of a river, with a rod in my hand. With the sun on my face, whilst i'm feeling suntanned. I sit by the river and let my worries fade. With dreams of a big one, whilst looking for shade. With my line in the water, a bobber afloat. Just watching those ripples, thats caused by a boat. With...

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with bucket in hand hoping to catch some big ones we're hitting the lake...

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sitting by the lake waiting on the fish to bite pebbles across lake...

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I’ll hang out here and hope to see My hungry heart filled to the brim With one of these little fish, my plea Is that I’m watching my dinner swim Carefully spinning, coming back to me I’ll wait, you see, there may be two Who would like to become the sacrifice For a good dinner, I only need a few Just a bit...

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I love to go fishing, And I love to date. I was just wishing, You would take the bait. Out on a clear lake, We were feeling fine. But my big mistake, I used an old line. Was the same line heard, More than once before. With her final word, We don't fish no more. Now that I look back, Don't know what to say. She wouldn't cut me...

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nestled in the lee of a thick flint wall guys taut, grappling to hold firm our canvas castle shook and shuddered flimsy but somehow reassuring respite as mountain giants prowled through the night inside, hunched low over his stove blue flames licking around the pan Pops whistled a calming retort; his gourmet dish to warm us up bangers ‘n beans in a...

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I knew a man who was raised by a farmer, who had a very large family; and this man that I knew was one of 8 boys and 6 girls. This family farm was located on some of the richest soil in all the world, and it was surrounded with great scenery. But unlike his father, he never became a farmer...

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shiftless louies constant wish for a new satellite dish made his wife stammer in her best grammar come home once you caught a fish. ...

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Burbling brooks Small fish hooks A rod goes thwip With subtle whip the float will drop soft gentle plop Tick, tock, tick Patience the trick A mighty thwap The line goes snap Wind with zeal The whirring reel Splish, splash, splosh Oh my gosh That's one big fish Fit for a dish Onomatopoeia Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Emile Pinet Date wrote: 8th July 2022...

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Casting nets into the sea On the shores of Galilee Heard the call to "Follow me" They left their nets immediately Simon, known as Peter too And his brother named Andrew Sons of Thunder, James and John, Left Zebedee and quickly joined on No more were there nets to mend That life was now at an end All was dropped right there and then Jesus declared...

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An ardent angler silhouetted by la luna’s pale glow, waits in silence hoping that a trout will nibble his bait 5,5,5,5,5,5 checked with HMS Tableau - 6 Lines Poetry Contest Sponsored by Joseph May 03/16/21...

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Freedom, gone fishing! The Peaceful Transfer of Power? One Nation, stolen by Fraud, With Liberty and Justice for none? ...

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They’re sitting by the river with a picnic and a beer, Switching off the world a while and hoping fish are near, Rain is not an obstacle nor other folk a fear, There’s plenty for them all, as long as they come downstream here. Catching one and measuring it, don’t exaggerate, But most of them will be thrown back and...

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a flash of silver dangles from my fishing rod grilled trout for tea 11-21-17...

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