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  fisherless
by jude forese
Saturday, July 21, 2012
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they know very little how to love their catch

  arms stretched out across plastic lines

 

    bobbing up and down,

         stretching up and around

            feathered hooks and colored flags

  

               staring from sunrise

                                 to sunset

       in the glitter of rippling galaxies

             embracing shadows of distant streams

 

    they learn to love their catch

                  only after mounting

         the orgasmic net of primal screams

 




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Reviewed by Axilea MU 8/14/2012
This, to me, is a poem of initiation, of essential secrets that need to be unveiled. From meaningless frenzy to a harmonious dance.

Axilea
Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart 8/3/2012
Thought provoking Jude. I believe there is a deeper spiritual meaning behind an earthy presentation. Always awesome poetry from you, My Friend.
Reviewed by Asa Seeley 7/28/2012
the hook...and the net. a fine work from a mind blowing perspective. thank you.
asa
Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse 7/28/2012
I see fishnets and stilettos Jude
I won't even mention about the "bobbing up and down"
we are all adults here though...
I think her ostrich boa got in the way
and her sparkling eyes shadow smeared onto
the decorated soldier's uniform who stopped in for a drink
yeah he was caught up in her fish nets for sure, for sure
...a sinners delight
Vickie
Reviewed by Chip Bergeron 7/27/2012
That is some GREAT imagery!!!!

Chip Bergeron
Reviewed by Abdi-Noor Mohamed (Eagle Of Hope) 7/26/2012
staring from sunrise to sunset
in the glitter of rippling galaxies
staring from sunrise


Quite a meaningful stanza
Reviewed by Linda Hill 7/25/2012
jude,
Enjoyed! <)

Blessings,
+Linda
Reviewed by Kate Burnside 7/23/2012
Oooo... those games of "flesh and feathers"; my CasaNova Bowerbird and your Kingfisher are well-known to each other with their shrieking "skeins of red veins" and "orgasmic net of primal screams"! I have come to love watching the act of fishing since living in Purbeck; there's definitely a synergy that's sensuous, karmic and spiritual going on and most fishermen are in it for the long haul and the grand prize, which is respected, adored and hopefully released back unharmed so it might continue to charm. But the brutal ugliness of the keepnet is a travesty of your analogy, specimens trapped in confinement which causes them to damage both themselves and each other as they await the fisher's measure and judgement: ghastly! Much to be gleaned from these lines, Amigo. xx
Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger 7/23/2012
Splendid write Jude.

Lady Mary Ann
Reviewed by Regis Auffray 7/23/2012
Another thought-eliciting sharing, Jude. Thank you. Love and peace to you,

Regis
Reviewed by Vivian Dawson 7/23/2012
Never much liked to fish *jude*
BUT Loved your poem!!!!

Lady Vivian
Reviewed by Debby Rosenberg 7/22/2012
who are "they"
Reviewed by RWE SAYS BYE 7/22/2012
...puts me to mind of George Michael's old song... "Teacher, there are some things that I don't want to learn..."
Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather 7/22/2012
love is not control be it fish or human.
Reviewed by T Jett (Reader) 7/22/2012
I know - right?!! "They know very little how to love their catch." True, true, true, Jude ... And once its gone, its gone and no other catch will compare. (no crabs at the beach woohoo) lol
Reviewed by Sherry Heim 7/22/2012
It is all too often that we fail to appreciate that which we have until it is lost to us. Perhaps, admiring it as jewelry until the superfical beauty takes on a tarnish and we cast it aside. It is only then that we can realize that the gem was something far more than what we believed it to have been and the reality of our overlooking the opportunity to appreciate what we had has vanished, that we understand its true worth. It is not the wrapper on the package that matters, it is what is inside that is a true gift from the heart. Nicely done, Jude.
Take care,
Sherry
Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater 7/22/2012
Elliptical symbolism of the Dogon and the elliptical binary star system and the appearance of the binary dark star Nibiru the Nommo star. Heavily equates with the anunnaki, the planet Nibiru's fish people. As the world events continue to unfold, more witness the ugliness of bullying behavior. History is repeating itself again. There was once a super race of aliens known to the people of the earth as anunnakis. This race thrives on conquest and enslavement of those under them the worst characteristics you can conceive of satan. "they know very little how to love their catch" is indeed a catch phrase. The anunnaki are a belligerent race, fierce, evil, lustful, bloodthirsty, deceitful, jealous, and domineering sent by their reptilian masters the Nephilim or Elohim to fight in wars. They are vulturites, they and their cadre of attendants corrupting the blueprint of the Divine Mother's image! Fisherless is with interplanetary purpose, Jude.

s
Reviewed by richard cederberg 7/22/2012
A geode resembles other rocks until it is cracked open. Then it becomes apparent that the real beauty, and treasure, is formed within. Fine enigmatic writing, Robert.
Reviewed by Ronald Hull 7/22/2012
Am trying to figure out if this is an ode to fishing or damnation of it. I keep thinking of the reference in the Bible of “fishers of men.” But I'm not sure if that fits this.

I'm sure if fish could scream, they would from the way we catch them and torture them–drowning them by bringing them out of the water into the air.

Ron
Reviewed by Lily of Lough Neagh C. Dennis-Woosley 7/22/2012
Hmmm lol well as far as nature goes I do love fishing :) Now, this looks like trolling and not like a boat! But when you do find that great catch then it was all worth the wait :)

Loved this one

Love and Light
Lily
Reviewed by Amber Moonstone 7/21/2012
Hey Jude,
This is a mind bender for sure. I know it's not about fishing, but it is however about finding something/someone that you love, not knowing what to do with it, and casting it aside. The "less" was confusing for a minute but now it is crystal clear.

Sometimes all the fish in the world doesn't make you happy until that special one is caught and knowing what to do with it, certainly changes your life.

I would love to go fishing and find the fish of my dreams in that orgasmic net of primal screams...

Much peace, light and love,
Amber
Reviewed by Ed Matlack 7/21/2012
...then throw them back to be caught another day...e
Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER 7/21/2012
you bring up thoughts of the deep with hook line and ,,,,,,,, bless ya!
Reviewed by Kate Clifford 7/21/2012
The only thing I really understand about fishing is the love of the silence while you are waiting and perhaps the thrill of the catch. Any fish I have caught I have thrown back into the waters...of course you really shouldn't keep the babies LOL. I know this has more to do with other things...but my mind is staying with the fish.

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