Native Fishing Evolution
native fishing evolution
hands to clubs to spears
to traps to nets to boats
from blown up dynamite
to fish genocide cyanide
completely destroy corals
destroy all renewable resources
coral to sand underwater deserts
no reef no fish no sea blessings
poem by Terence George Craddock
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World Sea Fish Extinction Crisis
13 of 17 global
world fish regions
in extinction crisis
Thailand Indonesia
Australia North Sea
impacts emptying seas
Indonesia 56 million
depend on fishing
native chosen fishing
method blown up dynamite
completely destroy coral
now fish genocide cyanide
symptoms eyes white
skin seared fish dead
in two or three days
poem by Terence George Craddock
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2011 Global Fish Extinction Crisis
Thailand in ten years
total fish catch has halved
Hong Kong
fish extinction epic
Black Fin Tuna
black diamonds
overfishing illegal
13 of 17 global
world fish regions
in extinction crisis
Thailand Indonesia
North Sea Australia
impacts emptying seas
Indonesia 56 million
depend on fishing
native chosen fishing
method blown up dynamite
completely destroy coral
now fish genocide cyanide
symptoms eyes white
skin seared fish dead
in two or three days
coral dead from cyanide
industry fishing suicide
Indonesian fish genocide
global curbside ringside
stupidity fisheries riptide
resource fish stocks died
depleted shanghaied worldwide
welcome event horizon empty seas
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Asian Cyanide Fishing
“symptoms eyes white
skin seared fish dead
in two or three days”
coral dead from cyanide
industry fishing suicide
Indonesian fish genocide
global curbside ringside
stupidity fisheries riptide
resource fish stocks died
depleted
shanghaied
worldwide
welcome event
horizon dead
empty saline seas
(Quotation from the poem ‘World Fish Extinction Crisis’ by Terence George Craddock )
poem by Terence George Craddock
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I Wanna Destroy You
Originally recorded by the soft boys
I wanna destroy you
I wanna destroy you
I wanna destroy you
I wanna destroy you
I feel it coming on again
Just like it did before
They fill your mind with boredom
And they lead you off to war
The way we treat each other
Really makes me feel ill
And if youre gonna fight
Then youre just dying to get killed
I wanna destroy you
I wanna destroy you
I wanna destroy you
I wanna destroy you
A box upon the media
And everything you read
They tell you your opinions
And theyre very good indeed
I wanna destroy you
And when I have destroyed you
Ill come pickin at your bones
And you wont have a single item
Left to call your own
I wanna destroy you
I wanna destroy you
Wanna destroy you
Wanna destroy you
Wanna destroy you
song performed by by Goo Goo Dolls
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Potassium Nitrate Bombs
'75% plus of world fisheries
are fully exploited or over fished
others are completely fished out
how were some fisheries terminated?
Potassium Nitrate bombs
destroy natures beautiful coral reefs
indicted is stupidity greed
no reef no fish'
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Cyanide Fishing Killing Reefs
“Indonesia 12 to 15%
of our world’s reefs
65% are damaged
Bali aquarium coral trout
export to China chemical shoaled
worth white cloud cyanide caught sold
5 million a year aquarium tank gold”
cyanide fishing killing reefs
poem by Terence George Craddock
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“ Just Look At Us ”
Humankind is enslaved by a corrupt few
Minions of Satan, and his host of demons
Since “The fall” Earth became their milieu
Where they inflict countless abominations
ROTMS
“Just look at us
Everything is backwards;
Everything is upside down.
Doctors destroy health
Lawyers destroy justice
Universities destroy knowledge
Governments destroy freedom
Major media destroy information
Religions destroy spirituality
Yes, just look at us'
Michael Ellner
poem by Ray Lucero
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Over the coral sea
Above & below the coral sea
we don't condescend
with what's below
as tomorrow will be
another day
when we go
below the coral sea
The Red Sea
no, colours
a kaleidescope
of our spectrum
most miss
lest it's on tv.
We go do it
my mate and l,
the fish, the corals,
no need to bet
'cos one can see
that,
that mainly
covers our planet,
that which lies
beneath our sea
a beauty most never see..
poem by George BernardBloodyShaw
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Spiderbite Song
When you got that spiderbite on your hand
I thought we would have to break up the band
To lose your arm would surely upset your brain
The poison then could reach your heart from a vein
I was glad that it didn't destroy you
How sad that would be
Cos if it destroyed you
It would destroy me
When you had that accident in your car
That whole thing just really seemed too bizarre
Dodging holes and telephone poles through the dash
A million to one that you could survive such a crash
I was glad that it didn't destroy you
How sad that would be
Cos if it destroyed you
It would destroy me
When you fell in love it was so sweet
So devoted, completely swept off your feet
Love is the greatest thing our heart can know
But the hole that it leaves in its absence can make you feel so low
I was glad that it didn't destroy you
How sad that would be
Cos if it destroyed you
It would destroy me
song performed by by Flaming Lips
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Fishing in the sky
Fishing in the sky
The sun came down to say goodbye
For you don’t need the sun to beam on your shoulders no more
She gives you more than any heat you could ever store
Don’t look back, I was just a heavy hearted sack
Now I’ll get my fishing rod and fish somewhere else
Don’t hold on to my hands, let me get off your back
I thought I had you, but I only ever wish I did
She looks like that missing part of you that you longed for
That missing part of you that I tried to be
She has dry eyes and a fresh smile
She’s the missing piece of your suburban tile
Bury the sand we clasped in our hands
Translate the words we never dared understand
Gather your seeds and say your goodbyes
Pass me the fishing rod, ill fish in the sky
poem by Sara Tehrani
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Fishing house
Memories are grumbling.
The kettles are rumbling.
Fishing house, where the boats float innocent waves.
Glow reflected by the water,
Sandy seabed, my eyes remind.
Of the grey mullet fish, and furry cat fish.
Crabs hide and seek, stones and reefs,
So pure currents within the water stream.
Under the bridge, the seaweed adorns
the rumours of waves slamming pillars.
A boat passing near,
sail the nets and hunt the eels.
Ropes become tangled,
where dry seahorses running no more.
The recall of the water, reflect the nets that I drown,
to catch the girl I loved.
poem by Luca Menin
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5. Gone Fishing
Fishermen cast out their nets
We all in turn go fishing
Some will use a rod and line
While others fish by wishing
Some wish for so many things
Like numbers in a line
If the line is lacking some
Next time they say that’s fine
Others fish for gossip
So they can tell to others
No escape for anyone
Not even someone’s brothers
Fishing for a missing sock
The washer won’t release
Hiding out behind the drum
With fluff and bits of fleece
You see we all go fishing
Not always using bait
Just cast a line for what you want
Then settle down and wait
poem by David Threadgold (2008)
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031210 A Set And A Round
i meet this guy today
for so many years
we used to fish the bay
we drape the sea with nets
caught from flounder to snake
night time when all were asleep
he is visiting from florida
to take care his grands in area
i was surprise he hadn't age bit
i was told fishing is the secret
oh! would i have to buy gill net
to trap those fish as they fled
what will i do with fish, give away
yes, just what we do previously
i have done my fishing journeys
i shifted to playing golf and tennis
few dollars i could buy few pounds
and i could play a set and a round
poem by Manonton Dalan
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Crumbling Chalk
Beneath the cliffs of crumbling chalk was once a path
where you could walk. The walk would take you down to
the sand where fishing boats would come to land.
Now this crumbling chalk falls into the sea, where once
crabs and lobsters were caught for tea.
No scavenging left in this lonely bay even the gulls
have flown away; they have left the waves and the spray
are they to return another day.
Nets and pots have been swallowed up by the waves and
now their left to sleep in watery graves. A fishing village that was
once a boom has now become an empty tomb.
An oil slick just driffted into the shore and took away the beauty
that it had known before. Crumbling chalk that drops like tears
on the sand that's black made from the oil smears.
There is nothing left to self contain, oh will they no come
back again.
poem by Sylvia Spencer
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Blind Neo-Nazi Nationalism: Hitler’s New World Order
Boundary; blindness, hate, fear. Nationalism.
Arsenal; clubs, whips, violent tension.
Threat. Is trigger stimulant mind controlled.
Cry Freedom Now. Bullet lacks morals.
Sane silence more oppressive than organized outcry.
Hate breeds hate epidemically.
Hate for all things all life.
A soul in chains sieves conspiracy.
Feels all things conspire against self.
Destroy Destroy All Forever.
From face of earth. Strike Strike
All Everything Down. Every Last
Man Woman Child. Animal Bug.
Destroy every City every Tower
every Dwelling. Break every Stone
standing on another. Destroy Destroy
Still. Still it is not Enough. Destroy.
Ruins surround and confront.
Glaring accusations athirst sight.
Charred ruins like convulsed minds.
Victims suffer slaughtered over centuries.
Impaled linger transfixed. Slowly agonizingly die.
An extract from the poem ‘Stone Cross’.85? 87?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Is it really like fishing?
They say there is many fish in the sea to choose from.
But have you ever gone fishing?
They say do not worry they are like fish you lose one then get a fresh one.
But have you actually gone fishing?
They say you can be picky when fishing your fish.
But have you been in the sea and fished?
They even say some actually smell like fish.
But have you really smelled a fish?
They say there is plenty of fish in the sea.
But have you actually gone and counted the fish in the sea?
They say once you catch that perfect fish, you are bound for a good life.
But have you caught that perfect fish they all speak of?
They say some fish can be beautiful.
But have you seen any beautiful fish?
How can one compare a fish?
They are not alike.
How can one say it is as easy as finding a fish?
It is not a simple task.
How can they say there are so many fish in the sea?
When there are so many fishers who have yet to catch.
Can you really compare life and love to a fish?
The answer is of course not.
You can’t.
Impossible.
Unreal.
Not imaginable.
Unbelievable.
Unrealistic.
A fairy tale.
poem by ReubenJames Rodriguez
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World’s Fisheries In Deep Crisis
April 2009 stocks
we already knew
world’s fisheries
were in deep crisis
do math shocking
more fishing boats
chase last shrinking
smaller fish stocks
half this world’s
fish caught fishing
we are throwing
back dead or is sales
sold no regard paid
to whether net fish
stock is endangered
or a species bycatch
38 million tonnes
of marine life taken
every year from seas
is not catch intended
target of fishing
vessels numbers
of most popular
species fall rapid
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Cyanide Song
When you decide
That all your faithful friends have lied
The time has come to swallow pride
And take a little cyanide!
Cyanide! Cyanide!
Did you hear the way the orphans cried
When loving kindness was denied,
Destroyed before their tears had dried?
Yes! They committed suicide!
Yes! All the little children died!
It's a horror that you can't abide,
So take a little cyanide!
Cyanide, yes, cyanide!
There's nowhere left where you can hide,
The gates of Hell are open wide
And happiness is crucified!
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Fishing boats
In the late afternoon
fishing boats come out of the waves
and like ministers
tiller men stand behind white pulpits.
Boats jump
over the last waves to the quay
and are drawn with cables
onto trailers,
before pickups and cars
drive into the parking lot
pulling motorboats.
There are red roman, snook
and cod
and fresh fish are everywhere in the boats.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Destroy, Destroy, Destroy
The battle of the beast.
A creature that only knows one thing.
Destroy, destroy, destroy.
It entered the world as nothing more then a mere boy.
Cold and abandoned.
The exiled one.
He knows no love.
He is what no one wants to become.
He lives off of lust and blood.
A pain felt hundred times worse then living on the brink of death.
All he does is fight.
Morning till night.
The battle of the beast.
A creature that only knows one thing.
Destroy, destroy, destroy.
Abused,
constantly confused.
Trust no one.
Get close and suffer.
The forgotten lover.
Neglected and rejected.
And that has created his own protection.
A self projection of what seems sincere.
A wall wrapped up like spider web.
he waits patiently for his victims.
He doesn't show any leniency.
The battle of the beast.
A creature that only knows one thing.
Destroy, destroy, destroy.
The deception is his human form.
Hell rip you apart.
Hell tear out your heart.
When he feast its best to retreat.
For him their is no bias.
He hates all as equals.
No taking pity on one over another.
The battle of the beast.
A creature who knows one thing.
Destroy, destroy, destroy.
He doesn't pillage or plunder.
He decimates and devastates.
He burns entire societies to ground with his anger.
Which causes the constant quake.
The battle of the beast.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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