Original Fish Poetry...

[Guest Sundancefisher]

ODE TO A PERCH

 

You swam into my life one day

at first one

then two

then more I say

 

You checked out my shiny hook

and then you said

me thinks it does not look real

and that was your final look

 

To rid our lake of yellow and green

I thought what should I do

I needed some fishing friends

More than the lake has ever seen

 

Some guys came calling

Names such as Fisher Alex

Badback and others

But to rickr...thought of perch was galling

 

So today the weather seemed frightfully cold

but compared to Christmas

such chilly weather can only been said

To be nothing more than bold.

 

For soon the Sun shall shine so hot

and beat down upon our city

which shall have everyone wanting

To catch more perch...NOT.

 

 

[FlashGordon]

fishie fishie in the brook....

 

 

 

 

 

come and bite my f*ckin hook

[Castuserraticus]

There once was a rainbow from Cal-gary

Who made a wish to the trout fairy

I wish I could inja

The Bow River ninja

You know, the one that is so hairy

[maxwell]

lmao.... that wish mustnt have came true.. bin putting a hurtin on tehm fish the past 2 days!

[borntobewalleye]

Fish scales.

My fish cry for me, in this world of lost scales.

Scales of pattern, textures of shape, all lost to the ounces the scale permits.

And when the day decides to run, when the scale announces full

And we seek what cries for us

We leave the world, and chase the shapes.

The textures and the scales.

And we fish, for that which cries.

 

i was pretty drunk when i wrote this, infact, i dont think i actually remember more than the fact i did write it.

[SQUATCHER]

we brave cold wind in morning light, while wading water mid wader height. we barely notice the can go by, staring intently at our fly. only hours old, fresh off the vice. we feel certain the fish will rise. the rising pattern sporattic at best, for him its survival, for us its a test. this cast feels different, a little slowed down. you add a small mend, so your fly wont drown. the stealthful rise, a sip of your fly. then all goes quiet and you realize. the years of flogging and ambled casts, all lead to this moment, the ultimate test. like a primal instinct, you set your hook. no one can learn this from reading a book. why do we do this? im asked by some guy. all reasons are different, but we'll do it till we die.

[Hawgstoppah]

On a warm summer's eve,

On a river east of cowtown,

I met up with the ninja,

We were both too tired to speak..

 

So we took turns a starin',

Down the run to spot a riser,

Till boredom overtook us,

And he began to speak..

 

Son I've made a life,

Out of readin' this here water,

Knowing where the fish lie,

By the way the water moves,

 

So if you don't mind me saying,

I can see your our here flailin',

For a shot of your floatant,

I'll give you some advice.

 

So I offered him my gink,

And he tied on his best dry fly,

Covered it with floatant,

then he began to cast,

 

And the night got deftly quiet,

And his face lost all expression,

He said, If your gonna fish this river,

You got to learn to fish it right...

 

You got to know how to cast it,

Know how to mend it,

Know when to set the hook,

And when to let 'em run.

 

You never count your fish,

When your standin' in the river,

There'll be time enough for countin,

When the fishing's done!

 

Know every fisher knows,

That the serect to survivin'

Is what to tie on,

And what to leave in the box,

 

Cause every fly's a winner,

And every fly's a loser,

The best that you can hope for,

Is the one the trout do want..

 

When he had finished speaking,

He turned back toward the river,

Let out a few casts,

And faded from my view.

 

And somewhere in the darkness,

his reel started screamin,

and in his final words he found,

The trout of his dreams.

 

You got to know how to cast 'em,

Know how to mend 'em,

Know when to set the hook,

And when to let them run,

 

You never count your fish,

When your standin' in the river,

There'll be time enough for countin',

When the fishin's done...

[jksnijders]

On a warm summer's eve,

On a river east of cowtown,

I met up with the ninja,

We were both too tired to speak..

 

So we took turns a starin',

Down the run to spot a riser,

Till boredom overtook us,

And he began to speak..

 

 

 

That's awesome...

[Guest Sundancefisher]

That's awesome...

 

Something seems fishy...but it probably is the winner to date

 

[ReelLife]

Well done Brian. Clever adaptation and sage advice too! Reminds me of our time fishing together. Hope you recover soon-there are too few real ninjas.

[trailhead]

Summer Stream Dreams

 

The tree bows down to the brook

Running as a childs laughter bubbling

In the shaded green a swirling ring drifts

Anticipation, the rod tip lifts

the counterfeit winged offering into the air

And alights on the water to dance

amid the foam and the ripples

Only to disappear, an illusion?

No! the weight and the panic

The jolt of the wildness

That brings one here

To a place indescribable, but never left once visited.

[SteveM]

Summer Stream Dreams

 

The tree bows down to the brook

Running as a childs laughter bubbling

In the shaded green a swirling ring drifts

Anticipation, the rod tip lifts

the counterfeit winged offering into the air

And alights on the water to dance

amid the foam and the ripples

Only to disappear, an illusion?

No! the weight and the panic

The jolt of the wildness

That brings one here

To a place indescribable, but never left once visited.

 

 

Good stuff, so far, y'all!

Trailhead, this is my fave, by far. If you got more, feel free to share.

Later,

Steve

 

[Castuserraticus]

Summer Stream Dreams

 

The tree bows down to the brook

Running as a childs laughter bubbling

In the shaded green a swirling ring drifts

Anticipation, the rod tip lifts

the counterfeit winged offering into the air

And alights on the water to dance

amid the foam and the ripples

Only to disappear, an illusion?

No! the weight and the panic

The jolt of the wildness

That brings one here

To a place indescribable, but never left once visited.

 

Great imagery.

[SanJuanWorm]

Roses are Red

Violets are Blue

I catch bigger fish

Than all of you.

[Hawgstoppah]

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

If your fishing the Bow,

Your fishing in POO!

 

[bigbowtrout]

Roses are Red

Violets are Blue

this thread sucks

and so do you!!

And your Mom!!!

[Guest KnottyGirl]

Roses are Red

Violets are Blue

I catch bigger fish

Than all of you.

 

Awww crap... who the hell let Dave back in the country???

[trailhead]

 

Some Haiku for the Dojo

 

Trout in emerald pool

Subtle rise up to the fly

Glows gold in my net

 

or

 

An Elvis velvet

For some is the same as a

Rembrandt masterpiece

 

or even

 

Quaffing Wildcat beer

Gives one the same happy buzz

Like Dom Perignon

 

[reevesr1]

In keeping with trailheads haiku #2:

 

Cracka on the line

Gives some more satisfaction

Then trout left uncaught

[trailhead]

Hai! Kuogo dagrada!

[SanJuanWorm]

ASHES TO ASHES

DUST TO DUST

IF IT WEREN'T FOR BBT

A LOT OF MEN'S DING DONGS WOULD RUST.

[Hawgstoppah]

I saw a trout.

It saw me.

 

SH*T

 

[hydropsyche]

all reasons are different, but we'll do it till we die.

 

Squatcher, I like it.

 

Sung to the tune "Hotel California"

 

It was a misty morning, casting to the rise

An eagle from above, dove down to my prize

 

With his claws extended, a display of might

a spray of commotion, and a fleeting fight

 

As he rose in the distance, he called out to all

Was it a prayer, or an ode to the fall

 

A trail of droplets, lead away to the trees

The horizon swaying, in time with the breeze

 

As the ripples faded, I thought with a sigh

"I should have used an Adams before that :$*%&: came by....."

[Tungsten]

 

It's winter in Canada

And the gentle breezes blow

Seventy miles an hour

At thirty-five below.

Oh, how I love Canada

When the snow's up to your butt

You take a breath of winter

And your nose gets frozen shut.

Yes, the weather here is wonderful

So I guess I'll hang around

I could never leave Canada

I'm frozen to the friggin' ground!

 

 

 

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