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Sea Salt

On sea...
Fisher man's fishing...
Kattmaran...
Catching fishes...
Jump the net's
Fisherman's life
Did not jump
All are under
The sea with net...
Fisher man's fissing
Fishes was
Tasted for food...
Poeople's eat...
Fisher man's life
Is only for sea salt
Tasty...
why...!

poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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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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The Fisherman's Tomb

Over the fisher Pelagon Meniscus his father set
The oar worn by the wave, the trap, and the fishing net;--
For all men, and for ever, memorials there to be
Of the luckless life of the fisher, the labourer of the sea.

poem by Sappho
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A Fishermans Will

A Fisherman's Will

I have eaten catfish in more ways than one
Fish that is blackened is not over done
Bass done over a grill with butter basting
Fish balls fried are really tasty

I have had days I caught more fish than I could contain
Then there were days I didn't get a bite and it rained
Memories of Dads and trips where we bonded
Caught some that could have been mounted

Romance and fishing don't go together well
Poles and pools on days hotter than hell
I've never make a good fisher of men
But I have found fishing gives me a grin

So when I die I ask you please
Put my body in a river or sea
Let the fish then eat off me,
So I may return the favor, please!

This is my request in my:
Fisherman's Will

Jim 1989

poem by James Casey
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A Fisher Of Men Jesus Said To Be

In the name of my Lord and Saviour
Jesus Christ I offer any passerby who thirsts

the living waters the bread of Christ
wide I cast my nets as a fisher of men
I walk the lake shore I walk the rivers
oceans storms of seas bear witness

fishing foreign shores for shipwrecked souls
even long line will I fisher of men use cast
behind fishing for any lost souls to bite hooks
offer hope eternal piercing into lost life souls.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Marc Greets Things in the Morning

Hi boy with the bike on the vase on the bloom
ploom ploom
hi chair by the table
hi bread on the table
hi fisher-of-fish with the pipe
and
hi fisher-of -fish with cap
cap and pipe
of the fisher-of-fish

H i i i —i fish
hi little fish
hi tiny fishy-fine of mine

poem by Paul van Ostaijen
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I definitely have a Fisher voice.

quote by Joely Fisher
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Jump Up With It

It is time you recognize,
And maximize the living your life.
If you jump up with it.
And do not sit.

To feel the best you can.
And open up your eyes,
Like you should.
And get that taste.
Don't hesitate.

If you just comeon...
Jump up with it.
Jump up with it.
Don't sit,
Just comeon...
Jump up with it.
Jump up with it.

No need to compromise.
Or apologize for the living your life.
Get rid of that feeling and do it quick.
Stick it to 'em,
And comeon...
Jump up with it.
Jump up with it.
Live your life and comeon,
Jump up with it.
Don't give in and quit.
Don't sit,
Just comeon...
Jump up with it.
Jump up with it.
Let it go and comeon,
Jump up with it.
Jump up with it.

It's time you recognize,
And maximize the living your life.
If you jump up with it.
And do not sit.
Don't quit!
Just comeon...
Jump up with it.
Jump up with it.
Don't sit,
Just comeon...
Jump up with it.
Jump up with it.
Don't quit!
Just comeon...
Jump up with it.
Jump up with it.
Don't sit,
Just comeon...
Jump up with it.
Jump up with it.
Rejoice and comeon,
Jump up with it.
Jump up with it.
This is your life.
Jump up with it.
Jump up with it.
This is your life.
Rejoice and comeon.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rain Along Shore

Wan white mists upon the sea,
East wind harping mournfully
All the sunken reefs along,
Wail and heart-break in its song,
But adown the placid bay
Fisher-folk keep holiday.

All the deeps beyond the bar
Call and murmur from afar,
'Plaining of a mighty woe
Where the great ships come and go,
But adown the harbor gray
Fisher-folk keep holiday.

When the cloudy heavens frown,
And the sweeping rain comes down,
Boats at anchorage must bide
In despite of time or tide;
Making merry as they may
Fisher-folk keep holiday.

Now is time for jest and song
All the idle shore along,
Now is time for wooing dear,
Maidens cannot choose but hear;
Daffing toil and care away
Fisher-folk keep holiday.

Oh, the fretted reefs may wail,
Every man has furled his sail!
Oh, the wind may moan in fear,
Every lad is with his dear!
Mirth and laughter have their way,
Fisher-folk keep holiday.

poem by Lucy Maud Montgomery
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Jump Jump

Wearing stripes, arms up high, as tall as can be,
Nothing more than a frozen smile to see.
In the cage hell defy all thats logical.
Under lights, stay up all night with his formula.
In the grip in the step of potential rage.
Oh its hip, formulated to fascinate.
If you do it like this: jump! jump!
Do it like this: jump! jump!
She moves faster than any eye can see,
Moving parts that arent moved normally.
In the haze what it isnt is what you see.
On and off, up and down, like a yo yo string.
Try to do it like this: jump! jump!
No, no, like this: jump! jump!
Do it for a kiss: jump! jump!
Do it like this: jump! jump!
They shine, we shield our eyes to see what is the dazzling and the enchanted.
They whine come closer to me.
That is the dizzying, the dancing sorcery.
Jump little doggie. do what she say. jump jump jump.
Jump little doggie. do what she say. jump jump jump.
Jump little doggie. do what she say. jump jump jump.
Jump little doggie. do what she say. jump jump jump.
Whoa whoa, my little doggie, he does a trick.
Ruff ruff!
He went to school to learn how to sit.
We were excited, delighted having fun.
As we decended the exit, got off the bus,
We got friends, we got fans now, and this is proof.
Can you tell me why that guy is on the roof?
Oh ho, do it like this: jump! jump!
Try it like this: jump! jump!
Do it more like this: jump! jump!
Jump little doggie. do what she say. jump jump.
Jump little doggie. do what she say. jump jump.
Jump little doggie. do what she say. jump jump.
Jump little doggie. do what she say. jump jump.

song performed by by Blondie
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bloodline ***** FISHING ON PALILAN TABO-O WHITE SAND TRENCHES

in memory of the late Carlos carling Caminos, our fisherman, and to my biological Papa Romy
at Brgy. Palilan and Tabo0o, Jimenez, Misamis Occidental,
Mindanao, Philippines

Nearly summer
March night of 1995
crest of waves took off
beneath the escaping-out Pacific
typhoon eye
hitting upper most Philippine
archipelago

A perfect night for
my childish fishing adventure
at Misamis sea
after Papa permitted me to
join Carling in GOODBYE type
fishing

I threw then a fishing net as we
had approached the fishing bay
above coral reefs to trap
passer-by seasonal school of fish
locally known as the matam-baka
carried by low tide current
along trenches

we had a good 'catch' ever
until the last thrown and
the fishing net was trapped
along reefs

we simply bid goodbye
same as that fishing type was being called
goodbye to the nylon net
goodbye to the just caught fishes

too hard to pull it back
into our customized pump boat
the current was so strong
unpredicted
only the fisher's kerosene lamp
was left as we went back
shore
I lighted on
until now flaming in the
school of my memories

poem by Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan
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Why Presume To Judge?

errors mistakes sins
why presume to judge
what belongs to God

when God has said
do not judge
least you be judged

why not instead
be a fisher of men
a fisher of women

go out try travel
save a few desperate
lost weary souls

least you can do
is buy them a meal
a cup of coffee?

poem by Terence George Craddock
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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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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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Ad Piscatorem

FOR these are sacred fishes all
Who know that lord that is the lord of all;
Come to the brim and nose the friendly hand
That sways and can beshadow all the land.
Nor only so, but have their names, and come
When they are summoned by the Lord of Rome.
Here once his line an impious Lybian threw;
And as with tremulous reed his prey he drew,
Straight, the light failed him.
He groped, nor found the prey that he had ta'en.
Now as a warning to the fisher clan
Beside the lake he sits, a beggarman.
Thou, then, while still thine innocence is pure,
Flee swiftly, nor presume to set thy lure;
Respect these fishes, for their friends are great;
And in the waters empty all thy bait.

poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
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Jump For Joy

Key:-
A - anita
R - ray
A: chrous
I wanna scream
I wanna jump for joy, and I want everyone to know!
I wanna scream
I wanna jump for joy, and I gotta let the whole world know!
R: jump for joy
Jump for joy
Jump for joy
Jump for joy
A: everybody jump jump
Jump for joy
Everybody jump jump
Everybody jump jump
Jump for joy!
A: chrous
R: I wanna jump for joy, j-o-y
cause cupid shot your arrow in the sky
You know the feeling, jumping and screaming
Here come the angels marked by demons
You must be dreaming, your heart is steaming
Forget the pain and start believing
Peace and love surrounding earth
Respect to my mum who gave me birth
Butterflies are moving fast
Is this the last love look of last
Heavier as ever, rhymes quite clever
Respect to the world, its time for whatever
Stimilate the feeling you got inside
Hold me down so we can take a ride
Hoaw my month for you to enjoy
Wave your hands in the air and jump for joy
A: chrous
R: jump for joy, jump for joy
Jump for joy, jump for joy
Jump for joy!
I wanna jump for joy, jump for joy
A: everybody jump jump
Everybody jump jump
Jump for joy
Everybody jump jump
Jump for joy
A: chrous
A: chrous
R: jump for joy
Jump for joy
Jump for joy
Jump for joy
R:repeat and fade

song performed by by 2 Unlimited
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Truth Works

'When the truth works its way
through the net of illusion
and plunges back into the sea, '
says the fish to the fisher,
'the freedom it experiences
then is far greater than
that it experienced
before it was caught.'

'So you are the truth? '
says the fisher to the fish,
checking his net for a tear
the fish might work through.

'I am the truth, and you are, too, '
says the fish, jumping up
out of the net, 'and so are
the net and the sea.' Splash!

poem by Dick Holmes
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My Fisher Lass

I stood beside the Summer sea
And watched far out my Fisher Lass
Row swiftly in her boat to me,
And the sea shone like a glass.
She waved her strong, brown hand to me,
The boat flew swiftly in from sea,
The osprey laughed in wild, wild glee
To see her row so swift to me.

Laugh, laugh, sea-birds and glad, glad sea,
My soul laughs too in mad, mad glee;
I catch her in my waiting arms
And lose my fears of wrecks and storms;
I brush the sea-damp locks aside
And kiss the mouth she tries to hide.

I stand beside a Winter sea,
A storm-wrecked boat lies on the shore;
The sea moans sad an elegy,
For my lass rows in no more.
No more across the Summer sea
My Fisher Lass rows into me;
I wait each day upon the shore -
They say that she will come no more.

Moan, moan aloud, thou Winter sea,
My Fisher Lass is lost to me!
The ships ride in, the ships ride out,
I hear their sailors' mournful shout.
Some day, I know, across the sea
My Fisher Lass will row to me.

poem by James Edwin Campbell
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Four Fingered Fisherman

You're in the back seat and you say to yourself
"OK it doesn't matter anyway"
it's weeds pulling weeds and your Blaming yourself
Ok we're all indifferent in our own ways
You're in trouble now and you say to yourself
"Ok my baby clean conscience anyways"
You're in the back seat and you say to yourself
"OK it doesn't matter anyway"
It's weeds pulling weeds and you're blaming yourself
Ok we're all indifferent in are own ways
You're in trouble now and you say to yourself
"Ok my baby clean conscience anyways"
Four fingered fisher man alright
finger four fisher man so uptight
hello
you're getting on no one
you're both right
Four fingered Fisher man all night long
Four fingered Fisher man so uptight though
so uptight though

song performed by by Modest Mouse
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Reason be for you act

Reason be for you act
In every thing you must reason
Does it make sense
When you abuse your neighbor
Reason for if you say
You are a fisher
Then go to the deep sea
And catch big fishes
Rather than swimming around
And catching fingerlings
For there is no profit In that dealings
Reason for that is
The only way to prove
Yourself wealthy to live
Reason for if you plant a good seed
You will reap a good fruit
Reason for what you do today
Leads you to tomorrow
If you invest your life wisely
You will reap bountifully
Reason for there is difference
Between goodness and evil
So in everything you do reason
Even in decision making
How bad it is to kill
And how good it is to heal
Doesn't it make sense
When you love your neighbor
As thy self
Reason for even in that comes
Forever peace and freedom
For where there is love
There is joy and happiness
Don't you love progress
If you do then reason
Reason before you act
Isn't nice and wise
To judge equally

poem by Matt Ancient
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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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