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Colours

Pacific Blue

#CYW #PacificBlue

When i see you around

i’m reminded of warm summer days

and the waters of the ocean

lapping the sandy shore

Attracting the sportsmen

playing about for fun

in their watersports gear

Motorboats and Jetskis

tearing a white wave

through your dark blue waters

Your Colours more deep

than your Mediterranean cousin

but seamen still hang around your deep shades

hoping to land that one in a million catch

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BASIC Photography Poetry Water

Challenge 30 – No. 28

“Depth”

Down among the depths, taken at the Sea life centre, Old Trafford, Manchester


Deep down on the sea bed

Eager crustaceans

Play cat and mouse with

The fishermen up above them, and

Hoping they avoid the fishermans traps as they

Scurry along the sandy sea bed

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Poetry

Escape

Salford 14th September

crabs

#Promptuarium #Crabs

A poem for the above picture prompt provided by the promptuarium

Thrown headlong into the fisherman’s basket
the captured crabs jostle about
no ambition to end up as five star dining,
served up by a celebrity chef
so they climb on top of one another
creating a ladder to escape to the blue
with their crafty claws
scurring sideways and overboard
instead of ending cooked and on serving board

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Poetry

Storm

#Strongwinds #Storm #Fishing #Acrostic #Sailing

Someone got a wild idea, while the waves hit the harbour wall

There’s fish for the taking! so out they went. travelling

Over every high wave and breaker

Reality ? the fish they caught – though many, were

Mightily small – hardly good enough for the ships cat.

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Poetry

Beached

#promptuarium #Ontheshore

small hot fire burning

from the floating boat remains

captain toasting boat

Remains in a group

Under cover of a palm tree

Shelter above shade

Feasting like a royal

Tomorrow – commences hunt

fish on the menu

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Canalside Fishing Water Waterside

Another Winters Morning

Fishing

As the mercury begins its annual retreat

the angler keeps a watch

the winter water, dark and cold

as silvery sources flicker

 

Hot air turning to almost fog

as chair it rests on sawn up logs

and line it sits, still, with great aplomb

as angler watches for a flicker

 

The float bobs away

in the ice cold soup

slight winds make it bob and loop

but not yet beyond its line it stoops

 

Ripples in water – give something away

as down in the depths – something does play

so sat angler waits – and beef tea he does pour

whilst listening to sports news on Radio four

 

But then there’s some action – could that be a Pike ?

the float swings round wildly – It’s the chain off a bike

and bubbles arising ? – the laughter of the fish

who’ve stopping being put on the wall or a dish

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Canalside Poetry

Unmoored

Unmoored

floating out of the marina

and into the bay

did a sleepwalking helmsman

hear “Anchors Aweigh”

Floating off silently

to seas far off shore

cries from crew heard far on the shore

“help us all!” they implore

For on its journey out to sea

stuck in mud crew found it be

only hoping for a ride

on the wave of a passing tide

And reflecting on a passing thought

the skipper who a hope he’s bought

a help or two from a passing tugboat

and fingers crossed – he stays afloat!

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Acrostic Colours Fishing Sea Seaside Warm Warming Water Waterside

Pacific

pacific

artwork by inkdrop using painter essentials 5

 

#coloryourworld #blue # Pacificblue

Plenty of space down here to move

around the sunken sailing ships

collected on the sea floor.   Fishing boats, go

in search of different treasure, shoals of

fresh fish 🐟 swimming about

in the shipwrecks and coves of the ocean whilst

crabs and lobsters try to avoid fishermens traps

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Fishing Poetry Tradition Water Waterside

The Fisherman’s Lament

17th December 2016

a poem for the daily post prompt Fishing

The fisher sits on his seat of green,
surveying nets he’s sat in between.
He’s been sat there, since start of the day,
and only caught one – which he let swim away

He hoped by letting go of little fish,
he’d catch some bigger ones to put in his dish.
And as he waited – it came dimmer in th’light
as wispy grey clouds gathered in tight

He cast out two lines, wi hooks brimming wi bait,
casting them out with his arm out straight.
As he looked up to heaven, and awaited fate
all he could do was to sit down, and wait

This Ancient ritual, of releasing the fish,
hadn’t so far caught summat for th’dish
Another cup of tea he pours
Listening to stories on Radio 4,

But, Alas what is this, he hears to the east
above the sound of the Canada Geese?
It’s the sound of laughter, that’s a raisin’
of the big fish, safe, in another basin.

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Acrostic Fishing Poetry Weather

Fog

Fog

Falling down onto the water
Over the water it lies
Grave times ahead for Ferrymen

For when the fallen clouds
over brave fishermen lie
Great dangers can be seen

Fish sleep soundly on the
Ocean Floor – as boats are
Guided slowly through the Pea Soup