Off The Hook
OFF THE HOOK
Edward Iacona
My kids don't like fish very much
But I could not be happier.
They aren't eating at home tonight
So I'll make Salmon or Tilapia.
poem by Edward Iacona
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The Fish Hook
My father
holding fish-hook
hooking bait
throwing of it to sea
in that bridge
its angle line is moving quickly
big fish eating bait
in its fish-hook
or only crab
making a fool of bait
in its fish-hook
or chance
which is making a fool
of him'self
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Just Kidding!
JUST KIDDING
Edward Iacona
The amount of children a family has
Brings an historical fascination.
From the 1700's to the present day
Regardless of the nation.
Judging from all the coverage,
On TV and in magazines,
Having many children now,
Is still odd, or so it seems.
There are interviews and reality shows,
They are the darlings of the media.
From the Dionne's to the 'Octomom',
They are all on Wikipedia.
It is the considered opinion,
Of this thoughtful New Yorker,
That the reason these gals have so many kids,
UIs that they are the victims of a 'storker'.
poem by Edward Iacona
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Heart turn to Tilapia
Joh gave Mou small
roasted tilapia fish
Small as it’s
Mou rejected tilapia in greed
And threw it in to river
fat and savoury soaked Mou palm
Mou looked and smelled his palm
He licked his palm
‘’why you throw fish away
And you lick your hand’’
Joh asked
‘’I am not licking but washing ‘’
‘’why don’t you use water’’
‘’my tongue can clean better than water’’
Mou said
What irony
poem by David Aoloch Bion
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Vortext
VORTEXT
Edward Iacona
In math it's taught Pi R Square
But this is what I've found
No matter how you slice it
Pi is usually round.
poem by Edward Iacona
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Mating Menu
MATING MENU
Edward Iacona
Looks, position and some wealth are
The main dishes on the dating platter.
And if one has the last one as a rich dessert.
The first two courses won't much matter.
poem by Edward Iacona
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Fish That Swim
How do they grow when old and young?
No one must know the trust.
How could we best describe the tongue
When causes brightly must?
The food does taste so sweet and one,
Or lifted into that
Which is the mouth where is salmon,
The fish of pink combat.
Fish aren’t in big amounts or size
Unlike the living men
Of old and young to analyse,
Fish cruelly swim as then.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Ter-mights?
TER-MIGHTS?
Edward Iacona
It's a very frustrating feeling,
When one can enjoy some "SALSA",
If one needs to come up with Oak
And all one has is Balsa.
poem by Edward Iacona
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A Sign Of My Times
A SIGN OF MY TIMES
Edward Iacona
While walking through the shopping mall
Just because I was bored.
I looked at all the things on sale,
That I could not afford.
There were signs upon some items,
On sale that enticed to buy.
Showing both the price that 'WAS' and now 'IS'
That caught my thoughtful eye.
Those signs show one the savings
But to my saddened point of view,
Within the depths of my real life,
The opposite is also true.
There was a marriage, home and family,
With ups and downs galore.
A union of love and soul mates
But what 'WAS'....'IS' no more.
poem by Edward Iacona
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Part 4: The fish saves the worm
The big-mouth fish, snatched the worm.
As the worm was afraid; a small piece of him,
was left, on the sharp object.
The fish cuddle him, in his mouth.
Swimming as fast as he can;
to make it, close to the shore.
The fish, spit him out, on the land.
As the worm landed, he look toward the fish.
And said, ' thank you for not eating me? '
I wish you well, the fish said. Take care!
As the worm grind his way, toward a new place.
Knowing this ain't his home, the ground was moist.
He drilled a hole, and discover a new home.
The End....
poem by Derrick Clark
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Where O Where?
WHERE O WHERE? - Ed Iacona
On a hot and steamy summer night,
While eating Italian lemon Ices,
I thought again of the dismal plight
Caused by her Mid-Life Crises.
Say what you will to defend your 'change'
Deep inside you know what's true.
Our lives you hurt and made re-arrange
Yet my prayers ask, Where are YOU?
You said you aren't living your life
For your children and me too.
You sought escape as mom and wife
Still I question, Where are YOU?
In nature all birds leave the nest
But before they take to the blue
Two parents teach them to be their best
I'm here. Where are YOU?
So, Maysie, am I your Horton?
I'm still caring after you flew.
Trying to balance on a branch
And wondering, Where are YOU?
You left your family to seek your 'light'.
That is what you said was true.
Yet, one wonders how you sleep at night
We're here, Where are YOU?
Our daughter is in all honors,
Taking college level Spanish too...
Yo tengo un pregunta grande,
¿Adonde estabas tu?
All the shades of their growing up,
No matter what we go through,
Should be part of our family's loving cup
But sadly, Where are YOU?
poem by Edward Iacona
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Ohhh Ahhh
[1st Verse:]
It was in the way you
Grabbed my waist looked into
My face and told me I was only yours
Already knew that I had
Fell for you giving myself to you
I kinda want a little more see
I don't know what you did but
I like it and how it is I don't know
If it's right, I don't care if it's wrong,
I dont know if its love, but I cant get enough so.
[Hook:]
Ooo oh ooo ya just what I need tonight [x2]
[2nd Verse:]
I always wanna be alone with you
No matter what we do it's something
That I'm gonna love, even when I am
On the phone with you I pretend I'm
Holding you, I'm fiending for you more and more
See now I know what you did
Just one kiss with your lips,
See I know how I feel
What I'm feeling is real and
I need you to know that you're
Making me go
[Hook:]
Ooo oh ooo ya just what I need tonight [x2]
[Bridge:]
Boy you got me just where I been dreaming
Fiending for your love
I have never met no one to take
me and make feel like you do
[Hook:]
Ooo oh ooo ya just what I need tonight [x4]
[Bridge:]
Boy you got me just where I been dreaming
Fiending for your love
I have never met no one to take
me and make feel like you do
[Hook:]
Ooo oh ooo ya just what I need tonight [x4]
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So, What's Noose?
SO, WHAT'S NOOSE?
Edward Iacona
There's a magazine about weddings
That is named, "THE KNOT".
It has articles about marriage
And bridal fashions that are hot
There's focus on the Bride - to - be
And about having her special day.
Here's pre-marital advice for the grooms,
Is just leave off the "K"
poem by Edward Iacona
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You're Toast
YOU'RE TOAST
Edward Iacona
When it comes to getting married
There is this lesson to learn,
Beware of toasting flutes that say,
"To Whom It May Concern".
Another version that can cause stress
Or might leave one quite perplexed,
Would be the matched pair of glasses
That refers to you as, "NEXT".
poem by Edward Iacona
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Love In War
[Hook]
Let's kiss, not fight
Try to do whats right tonight
Make love, not war
What the hell are we living for? [repeat]
[Verse]
Tonight we'll make the prettiest song that no one will ever hear
No one will ever hear
No one will ever
These ain't the times to be alone cliche the end is near
Cliche the end is near
Cliche the end is
Quickly approaching while we carry on
No one is promised another day
Why can't the story end like fairytales often do
Before I let you leave I've got to say-ay-ay-ay
[Hook]
[Instrumental]
[Hook]
song performed by by Outkast
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Oy! Me Faithful
OY! YE FAITHFUL
Edward Iacona
The tree is down, the decorations stored
And a new year has come at last.
The celebrations are all over,
It's officially, Christmas past.
A gift one desires is always great
But in taking some poetic license,
What I wish for most of all
Would be her Christmas presence
She left us for her new age dreams
While we get along to the best of our ability.
Will she ever realize the harm she's done?
Well, there is always the possibility.
Someday she might just see the light,
And want to return as wife and mom.
And that to me will surely be
The best Christmas yet to come.
poem by Edward Iacona
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In Constant Struggle
there is this hook, line and
sinker
someone is a fish and he
is caught
the urchins and clams
and octopuses watch helplessly
the fish is this philosophy of
being caught and wanting to be free
you are inside this ocean and
you are this fish
and then you wish to become a man
all your life you feel the fish in there
hook, line and sinker
the fish in you and the man within
in constant struggle
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Dis Duh Season
DIS DUH SEASON
Edward Iacona
Christmas season now starts before Halloween
And there is really no treat, just a trick of it.
The stores put out all those Christmas things
Thinking customers would like the first pick of it.
Shall we be thankful for that in November?
‘Cause by then we’re all in the thick of it.
The songs, the lights, the huge shopping crowds
And displays which have every Saint Nick of it.
No wonder by the time Christmas finally comes
Many people are just pretty much sick of it.
poem by Edward Iacona
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Real Meal Deal
Eating healthy is a goal
For living a life that's favorable.
But, as I try, I rarely do,
So, am I prematurely graveable?
There are certain times of the day when,
I want to eat something craveable.
So I search the market shelves for foods
My taste buds will find flavorable.
And, I would like to make a meal
That I would find most savorable.
But my cooking skills are limited so
The magic word is 'Microwaveable'!
poem by Edward Iacona
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The Blame Game
THE BLAME GAME
Edward Iacona
When choosing a different life path
One may not get just what they thought.
Even Columbus wound up somewhere
Other than where he sought.
She demanded her new journey
As her family begged her, 'No! '
And as witnesses to her false words and deeds,
She is reaping what she did sow.
One is accountable for their actions,
And with all due respect,
No matter books read and voices heard,
What the heck did she expect?
So here's a murderous little metaphor
That could be defended with vigor,
When someone gets shot; do you blame the gun,
Or the one who pulled the trigger?
poem by Edward Iacona
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A Singular Blessing
A SINGULAR BLESSING
Edward Iacona
This blessing is for those of us
Who have surely felt bereft.
From losing one so close and loved
That changed their heart and left.
For those that felt their soul mate
Made vows they would never renege.
For experiencing our legal system
That costs an arm and a leg.
For losing the things that brought you joy
Including old records pressed in vinyl.
May you win millions in the lottery,
After your divorce is final.
poem by Edward Iacona
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