190 nautical miles
north of radiant coast
flying like hope
in the creamy wash…
an incident
sweet indeed
a serious
wounding
translucent and blue
he fell
blood letting
deep in the knee
a thankful penetration
a guilt easing
gift
he fell
on the fish
tripping
tripping
stupid
fishing
man
tripping
to the whirring
of the rescue
blades
ahh beautiful fish
mighty sword
this my friends,
is
sad
sweet
justice
All That Glitters Is Not Gold
it is all just bullshit anyway.....
Your Brain is a Radio that Does What its Told
Haikus Senryus and Tankas about anything and everything
Poetry
musings on life | bits of psychology | attempts at poetry
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Scripting the desires that are soul deep
The Poetry Monarch.
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Texas Outlaw Poet
Darkness, delusion, smeared with a stick of butter and laughter. Words collide, they bring forth death!
Pain goes in, love comes out.
well, come on in. bite. chew. spit.
He started Writing, The paper started speaking...
Once lost
Silver Poetry 
Sad, sweet justice. This follower is with you in this your poem,
“The Fish’s Sword”…
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thankyou xxxxx
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“Sad” and “sweet” indeed. And SUCH a vibrant painting! Beautiful, both.
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thanks…it was in the papers…so terrible and funny
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Indeed a very vibrant painting and poem.
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😉 xx
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Nice 🙂
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🙂 xx
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Ah, beautiful fish!
And (IMHO) plain old justice…
Thank-you!
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YES! I love that we all love this fish so much!
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Is this a true story? 8-/
Go fishy! And go silvery one!
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YES! well they didn’t say sweet justice …that was me 😉 The paper sympathised with the fishing man… i wish the fish survived but I highly doubt it…still he put up a good fight!
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