Fish Cry
Fish in to
Clour fishes...
Loveley
Run and
Play...
Big and
Beauty glass
Tub...
At a inside home...
But...
Fishes are
crying
Live at trouble
Of life at
Leave of
Only at
Beauty
Glass tub....
Who try
About
The fishes crying...! ?
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Wanted freedom
Different colour
Fishes...
Nicely swimming on
Glass tub...
But fishes was
Crying...
With a water...
Water did not see
Fishes crying...
Fishes crying for freedom...
Yes...
With out of the water tub...
Death is no problem
we want freedom...
we want freedom...
So...
Fishes was cry to play
Play to cry...
On the beauty water tub
At home....
Ok...
Freedom is one
of the death...?
Or live...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Relax Free
Clour...
Clour...
Fishes
Dance at
Water glass pot...
At my home...
Move a fish...
With fish...
Mouth shake...
A wonder full
Relax of mind...
Watching fish...
Fish can not relax...
With inside of glass pot...
Live...
Ok...
You relax Free...
For clour fishes...
Swim and move...
Relax free...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Golden Fish
Golden colour
fishes...
Flying on the
Bigest gloub
Morden glass
Bottle...
In side the water
Fishes wa flying
Smothely...
Fevarate some food
Also given the fishes...
For my home;
Fish as also catch
And eat the food
Slowly with nice...
I was enjoy it...
But;
Fishes was try to
Come out of the glass bottle....
Why? ? ?
The fishes want to swime
And live some were...
Not or the beautfull bottle....! ! !
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Fish food
Big and
Big...
Glass water pot...
Clour clour
Fishes
Flying on
Water...
Right too
Left...
Left too
Right...
Very beauty full
Fishes do
Same time
Clean
The water
At eat the water dust...!
Why...
It also food
For fish...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Arrest beauty
clour
clour
fishes...
on glass
tub
arrest for
beauty...full....
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Fish Art
Clour clour
Fishes
Painting
With plan water...
With a tail...
At glass pot...!
Not any picture
But...
It is nice art...? !
Or fish art...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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She Is There
i see some bamboo poles
lining up
on the shallow sea
she is there
watching some fishes without fins
without scales
she is there on some exclamations
this cannot be!
this cannot be!
the fish i know have fins!
the fish i know have scales all over their elongated bodies!
the fish i know can swim!
why are these fishes dying?
why are these fishes swimless in the sea where they belong?
yes my dear, the fishes and the sea, you do not belong there
the fishes are not yours and you do not belong to them
they have their own salty, slimy, scaly world,
they have gills and fins and round eyes
that do not blink
so you cannot tell them what to do, what to become.
in fact, you are neither fish nor fowl
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Love Clour
On the sea...
Clour clour
Fishes...
Swimming
One with out clour fish
Loves
Clour fish
But...
Clour fish
Did not love him...
Why...
Only clour...?
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Nasty child
Child catch
The fishes...
On the glass tub...
At home
Fishes was
Cool with
Golden colour...
The child did not
Enjiy the colour...
Enjoy the fishes
Swimming...
Child catch the fish
At net...
With hand enjoy
The fish jump...
It is not cool
Hearts of cry...
The child is not notty
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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A fish that drinks like a fish, that is a fish in excess
A fish that fishes in troubled waters, that is a fish taking advantage of another fish in trouble
A fish that fishes or cuts bait, well, to be or not to be, to retreat or to attack, that is the fishy question
A fish that is neither fish nor fowl, is a fish that is neither one nor the other, lacking some convictions
A fish out of water, is a fish feeling left out, no longer in his accustomed environment
Do you have other fish to fry for now?
Is there other matter requiring my attention?
Poor fish,
the lake is finally fished out from his fishy mind.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Some things that can happen with a fish
A fish that drinks like a fish, that is a fish in excess
A fish that fishes in troubled waters, that is a fish taking advantage of another fish in trouble
A fish that fishes or cuts bait, well, to be or not to be, to retreat or to attack, that is the fishy question
A fish that is neither fish nor fowl, is a fish that is neither one nor the other, lacking some convictions
A fish out of water, is a fish feeling left out, no longer in his accustomed environment
Do you have other fish to fry for now?
Is there other matter requiring my attention?
Poor fish,
the lake is finally fished out from his fishy mind.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fisherman and sea
Fisher man
Catch
The fishes...
On net...
At sea...
Sea asking
For fisherman...
'This fishes is not
Your fishes...'
Fisherman told
' yes this not my fishes
Allways your's...
You sale with my work...'
Sea bee silant...?
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Fish of a Different Color
Big fish and small fish
Swimming here in this pond
Fast fish and slow fish
And now one is gone
Poor, foolish fishes
Just make a few stronger
And watch how these fishes
Devour each other
To be the small fish
I'm sure none would bother
But oh, don't you wish
You could make the pond smaller?
I've found my own niche
To live my life fuller
For I am a fish
Of a different color
Villanelle: The Asian Tsunami Dec 26th,2004
Women, children and men-Why swallowed thee?
With waters briny, blue and beautiful;
The home of fishes most, O hallowed Sea!
The happy isles of paradise beauty,
Now look so battered, flattened and woeful;
Women, children and men-Why swallowed Thee?
Perhaps, you acted with insanity!
The havoc caused to mankind is painful;
The home of fishes most, O hallowed Sea!
Perhaps, it was just one calamity!
The land seems bruised, so gloomy and awful;
Women, children and men-Why swallowed Thee?
The missing ones are umptine- what pity!
The persons saved looked rather sorrowful;
The home of fishes most, O hallowed Sea!
In death also, man lost his dignity!
Man paid his price for being not careful;
Women, children and men-Why swallowed Thee?
The home of fishes most, O hallowed Sea!
poem by John Celes
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Brenda's Lonely Fish
I am a tiny flame of gold
That flickers in a jar
I see the world in circles
Eyes watch me from afar
But I can only swim all day
In circles round and around
Out of the glass I see the world
But cannot hear a sound
Trapped inside a goldfish bowl
I swim round and around
I can never catch my tail
Or swim into the sea
Forever watched by strangers eyes
Alone and never free
The world is waiting somewhere
In a river rushing by
Full of fishes big and small, leaping up to touch the sky
But I can only wonder as I swim around all day
Inside my shiny glassy globe
At all thoses fishes out there at play
My mother is called Brenda
She won me at a fete
She's twenty stone and five foot one
And needs to lose some weight
Because I am a tiddler she said
I'll eat that fish
I'll fry that little tiddler
He'll make a tasty dish
For what's the point of keeping
One fish inside a glass?
Without a mate he's miserable
His life span's cut by half
So I'm being humane
To ease his pain, at last
I know I'm vegetarian
But one fishy dish can pass
I'll fry him quick in olive oil
With some nice brown onion rings
On a bed of rice he'll taste real nice
And he won't feel a thing
For death it comes to all of us
But for him it's not too soon
For their's no future for a lonely fish
Trapped in a bowl in my front room.
Of course I could take him to the pond
But the cat is sure to get him
He's better of inside my gut
Then it's easy to forget him!
poem by Yvette Smith
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Icthus (JS#5)
Epiphany 5
Many fishes
Jesus fishes
Peter no fish
Jesus “pish pish “
Peter empty dish
Jesus full dish
Peter bare dish
Jesus extra dish
Peter one dish
Jesus many dishes
Peter fish
Jesus fishes
B.C. fish
A.D. fishes
B.C. Moses
A.D. Jesus
poem by James Hart
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Franklins fishes
Franklin went fishing in his favorite dream
Franklin fishes to him never mean
thats why Franklin only fishes in his dreams
Franklin can fish as long as he likes
that is until his brain turns on his lights
no monsters here no time for such frights
cause the fishing good all Franklins nights
Franklin Franklin such a good boy
Franklins dream fishes his simple life joy
poem by Vincent Armone
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Fish Fear Fishermen
Underneath the sea inhabited the fish
That swam also with warmth and affection.
Seasons in the sea glare like rocks near a cliff,
Falling onto them may be like fishes are enemies.
Hatred of fishes carries a weight too hard,
For the fishermen rejoice at their capture
And consume the heads as well.
Hating the sea is agony, futile and wrong,
For the fish of the ocean meander in swarms
And they flock at the home they live in.
Underneath the sea is a boat of fish,
Funnelling through the portholes, and describing
Their lives in multifarious colours, wreaking havoc
And swaying with the undersea music.
The fish sway in fear of music, and men - Fishermen.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Nature’s Beauty
We look around at nature’s beauty
whose harvest is bounty full.
The mellow green of the trees
in which small birds make their home.
The multi-shades of blue of the sea
where beneath the fishes live.
Everywhere you look,
we see something of nature’s beauty
that surrounds you and me.
Even the grotesque
have a beauty of their own.
Nature’s beauty surrounds us
and all we have to do
is stop a while to see
all the beauty
that surrounds you and me.
5 August 2009
poem by David Harris
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Fish-Life
The fishes of the river collide with water
Of every sort, of all the years, of each sport.
Ask them how they search for more life,
Loading the energy, keeping alive.
My life is not fishes, rather the father protrudes
And the mother is ours.
My boat concerns us as the water below
Is too deep for swimming,
But the fish are happy forever.
poem by Naveed Akram
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