I Bait With My Heart
'When you fish for love, bait with your heart, not your brain.'
Mark Twain (1835-1910)
since i shall fish
for love,
so i have love
as bait
not my brain
which has given
me more pain
than pleasure
the thoughts
that shy away
from the true meaning
of love
looking into the dictionary
of words
rather than deeds
because precisely
God has invented the
hug
so we may learn to
love sans
the uselessness of
words.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Young Man And The Sea
One day I sailed,
my ship out to sea,
I went for the want,
to fish and be free.
And I baited my line,
with a shriveled old thing,
my heart was the bait,
I hoped soon it would sing.
And on that very day,
I'd gotten my wish,
for teasing my heart,
was the most beautiful fish.
But it only nibbled,
and I loved that fish,
until my heart fell,
and was lost to the abyss.
The fish lost it's interest,
and then swam away,
I lost love for all else,
on that fateful day.
I still love the thing,
with this hole in my chest,
for in all of the sea,
that fish was the best.
And I still look for the fish,
or the heart that it drowned,
but I know what was lost,
cannot be found.
And so there my heart lies,
on the floor of the sea,
lost to the waves,
of my agony.
poem by Enrico Orbita
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A Love Poem
Love is not blind; love is blinding
As in
It makes you ignore all the flaws
Of your loved one that would otherwise cause
You to lose your lunch like a seal escaping Jaws
Love is timeless
Or maybe it isn't and it just seems that way
Because love makes you mindless
Whether or not you're not crooked
You can't think straight
Love gets you hooked like captain fish bait
Any scheme borne of dreams
No matter how implausible
Love will encourage them
So, instantly they're possible
Love dramatizes desire
Swan dives into depression
It's great when it's given
And sucks when not returned
True love is true, but love can be a liar
Love is a teacher at the heart of every lesson
Love is boundless, and sometimes
Love can wound you up
And help you unwind
Love can get you in a bind
But love isn't binding
Love isn't blind; love is just blinding
poem by P.R. Prosper
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The fishing
Lust is the bait given by the God
To get the fish which are children.
We don’t catch fish with the bait
And instead eat the bait and forget fishing.
17.02.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Swedish Fish
Green or red, goodnight, remember
Green is best of all the flavours
Go ahead, its only water
I love my swedish fish
I love my swedish fish
I love my swedish fish
Hes my secret wish
Talk to me, I need attention
Tell me all of your confessions
Tell me if I cease to mention
I love my swedish fish
I love my swedish fish
I love my swedish fish
Hes my pisces gift
Im never coming back
I am too far gone
Wont you be heading this way
Before too long?
Im holding on you
To you
I love my swedish fish
I love my swedish fish
I love my swedish fish
Hes my secret wish
I love my swedish fish
I love my swedish fish
I love my swedish fish
Hes my favourite gift
song performed by by Veruca Salt
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Its Love, Its Love, Its Love...
Its love, its love, its love -
I am going crazy, I am going mad -
Its so sensuous, its kind of awesome and blithe
to be in love, to be in your thoughts;
Its love, its love, its love -
I am going crazy, I am going mad -
When I miss you my heart feels the heat;
When I am with you every moment becomes sweet;
Its love, its love, its love -
I am going crazy, I am going mad -
Sans you my days become lengthier;
So do my nights turn out to be -
Its love, its love, its love -
I am going crazy, I am going mad -
I am still in a maze which season is this;
amiss in love, amiss in pain;
Its love, its love, its love -
I am going crazy, I am going mad -
Simple words become splendid ode's,
courtesy your so sweetways, voice and thoughts;
Its love, its love, its love -
I am going crazy, I am going mad -
- to you my love
poem by Senthil Kumar B
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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
poem by Prasetya Utama
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In His Fishing Expedition
in his fishing expedition
his bait is this bluff
and with gullibility
you take the bait,
swallow the hook, line and sinker
i say
baby you have not yet learned the intricate art of the spies
those who are still not captured by the enemies
in the middle of their yards
take the bait
and put it back to the sea
you must learn how to fish too
in this expedition of lies and deception
take the shape of the mythical mermaid
swim like a slimy fish but sing like a beautiful woman.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Little Wise Pink Book.
Oh! The wise little pink book,
Which contain the wise words and pictures,
Where my love lies,
And ma heart lay its head.
How shall I forget about you?
You the mother of ma heart,
Oh! My heart soothers.
Which soothes every pimple that causes agony in ma heart.
You’re my photos album,
when I want to see ma boom,
You contain pictures of ma heart,
From head to toe,
I love you so much, little pink book.
You’re my dictionary,
Whenever I need any love word’s meaning,
Ma love encyclopedia,
To calm my psycho-phobia.
I love you little pink book,
You have been the source of my comfort,
When ma heart was in trouble,
I can’t forget about you,
Little wise pink book.
You are everything,
You are the promise we make,
A phone-family we set-up,
Oh! Little pink book,
You are the CPA of our love.
I love you little pink book.
My eyes shall not let down,
Neither will my heart fail you,
For your words pass through my eyes down to ma heart surpassing my brain,
I love you, little pink book.
My life is yours, little pink book.
poem by Constant's Laiv
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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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I Love Your Brain
He was hurting for the answers
He was serving up the questions
He was searching for a guru he was lucky that he knew you
When I saw your fine physique I was into you like a train
And I love it when you speak youre so urbane
Oh, I love your brain
Yes, I love your brain
Ooh, I love your brain
Im gonna say it again
Love your brain
Its a beautiful brain
I wanna be with your brain
I wanna sleep with your brain
She was looking like a roman
She was cooking it with fire
She was talking right to me
And I couldnt unglue me
Though I am no duke of earl you are my chatelaine
I love the way the world drives you insane
song performed by by Frank Black
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Isaac Newton
Isaac Newton
For years he fished in the nearby lake,
but the fish would never take his bait.
So he baited his hook with crusty-bread,
but even that didn’t turn their head.
He changed the bait to a lump of cheese
and thought this would tempt and tease,
but alas no bites from dusk till dawn,
so he changed the bait to boiled corn.
With no success with boiled wheat
Newton would not accept defeat.
So he put a juicy worm upon the hook,
but even this got no second look.
He cast aside his tackle and thoughts of fish,
and became a mathematician and physicist.
One sunny morning beneath an apple tree
he sat reading a book of philosophy.
From the lake a fish leaped high above his head,
but an apple fell down and hit him instead.
He looked up for the fish and it fell onto his lap,
so he ate the apple and put the fish back.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Watching the hours pass by
Johnny sits waiting all day
For fish to arrive
He wonders whether they have died
For hours and hours he waits for the fish to take it’s bait
A ripple in the lake
Sends his fishing rod a warning
The worm has been spiced up for the fish
Its fragrance was aroused in the lake
The fish tasted the hot spices in the cool lake
“Steady old girl” says Johnny with a smile
“ Soon you will be mine”
Ripples overlap
The fish rod numbs with pain
The fish battles with the rod
Johnny pulls harder
He will not let go
Its weight surpasses that of a stone
The fish hooks himself loose
The ripple disappears
Johnny sits waiting at the end of the lake
Waiting for another to taste his spicy bait
poem by Lee John Siebritz
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A Soldier's Sense of Love!
Life sans love is hell........ indeed;
But love is painful pleasure........!
Taking pain love gives pleasure;
For this pleasure all forget all pain!
Life sans friends is a long desert!
Friends are oases in world life;
They are umbrella against rain!
Friendship is another form of love!
Sense of justice is mark of a soldier;
Soldier treats enemies as friends
After war everyday at line of control!
Soldier's mercy is too human love!
Both in love and war nothing is fair or foul;
But brave soldier shows mercy to weak
Even in war as a mark of human love....!
Mark of brave soldier is sense of human love!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Words Sometimes Take On A Own Meaning
Words sometimes take on a own meaning
and sometimes they are sharp and painful
as if there is much more to words
as if a kind of secret knowledge hides in them
that are sometimes something moving.
Words sometimes take on a own meaning
but somehow words can at times miss things
and are sometimes dependent on feelings
as if there is much more to words
when through it all love brings a kind of bonding
and so you and I are attractive to each other.
Words sometimes take on a own meaning
and daily a bond develops between us,
while you become more considerable to me,
as if there is much more to words
you constantly live in my thoughts,
while love becomes real through words.
Words sometimes take on a own meaning
as if there is much more to words…
poem by Gert Strydom
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Bitter Blow of Love
Love! you dealt a bitter blow –
You lay me cross the mortal plains,
Bedewed, bedimmed amongst a show
Of tearful clouds: eternal rains
To weep at my enduring foe
Of harsh reality – searing pains of
Destiny: dependable propensity
To fool myself repeatedly
That I could ever triumph over love!
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Words
Words are my weapon
words are my shield
Guns and knifes just ruin lives
so words I keep concealed
Words are all I have here
they help me struggle on
Words are here forever,
when all I have is gone
In my thoughts or in my poems
Words will help ease my brain
I write down what is on my mind
Expressing love or feeling pain
Not that many I can trust
But words I can depend
Words wont turn there back on you
Words are my only friend
poem by Nic Hillen
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Love can be.
Love can be there when we start,
Love can be there when we depart.
Love can be hot,
Love can be cold.
Love can be an unsure,
Love can be confident as gold.
Love can be good,
Love can be unkind.
Love can be mysterious,
Love can be blind.
Love can be endless,
Love can be short.
Love can be stolen,
Love can be bought.
Love can understand,
Love can be an art,
Love can be tearing apart.
Love can be spoken,
Love can be making.
Love can be broken,
Love can be leaving,
Love can be a cost.
Love can believe,
Love can be lost.
Love can be jealously,
Love can be a task.
Love can be all at sea,
Love can be under a mask.
Love can be big,
Love can be small.
Love can be meaning,
Love can be a phone call.
Love can be sexy,
Love can be in words.
Love can be funny.
Love can be in this verse.
Love can be, like the love in you and me.
poem by Guy Lipmore
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Andrew
Running against a strong headwind and,
Learning about the muse of life;
But whenever i go,
I do have you on my mind like the sweet from sugar!
To learn to love,
TO learn to fish,
To learn to share,
Like the ' Man of Peace Award' that is chosen to from your heart;
But i will rather be like a fish in the deep blue sea.
Andrew, i have set the trap of love for you;
And when you fall into it,
You will see the beauty of my nakedness.
For then and then, you will taste the sweet valley of mine;
And you will know that,
There is no other one else like my love.
Andrew my love,
You are the strong hold of my love on this river;
I will show you much on this game of love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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