Human ... A thought experiment .. poem?

Pilar · 08-19-2003, 10:19 AM

I am human.

Three forths of
My world is
Off limits.

Some dare To
Lift the wire
And dart out.

With our machines
And our whispered
Prayers, fervent here.

Tidetable and waypoint,
Compass and radio,
These are with me.

Trusted mates,
Whispered eldritch voices
These are with me.

We surround ourselves
With blue sky
And blue splintered fury.

Albatross and Whale
They belong here
Dispassionate watchers.

This watery place
Tolerates and
Does not welcome.

I cannot fly
Like a bird
Skimming, seeking.

Nor can I swim
Like a fish
Shining, streaking.

I am here
Like them, but
I do not belong.

The surly bonds of
Feet on earth
Hold even here.

I am seaworthy
By force of will
And clever hands.

I am Human
And belong on
Dry land.

Popeye · 08-19-2003, 10:32 AM

:whazzup: You OK John? :grin:

Bait O' Eggs · 08-19-2003, 10:58 AM

Popeye - When he gets back from picking some flowers, he will get back to you on that question

:grin:

corrirod · 08-19-2003, 12:05 PM

I wanta what him smokin! [img]graemlins/applause.gif[/img]

Mr. Fisherman · 08-19-2003, 12:19 PM

I think this is an eloquent, tasteful and literary way of saying "my salt intake is critically low, must cark, bjorne to cark."

Cark on my brother, cark on....

CATCH AND EAT · 08-19-2003, 12:51 PM

I feel like catching butterflies. Brother Roy wont you join me?? :grin:

John we like you better when you are killing fish bro. Where are the bloody pictures. Of fish that is. :grin:

Wow! I feel light and fluffy after reading this. :whazzup: Think I'll do some manly things like work on the boat, pass gas, and have a belching contest with my 11 year old.

Poem on John. Poem on.

Pilar · 08-19-2003, 12:56 PM

The experiment was a failure .... I was hoping someone else would offer up their scribblins for critique.

Not being the Mod gives me the freedom to make a fool of myself. :grin:

Yes, Ray soon I must return to the sea. I'm missing something .. just can't quite remember what it is.

Where is the boat anyway? Haven't seen it in a fortnight ........

Popeye · 08-19-2003, 01:16 PM

Come on John....We gotta lotta planning to do before the 8th

Pilar · 08-19-2003, 01:18 PM

Hey Bruce, just slap me upside the head with a frozen mackeral, I'll be alright.

E mail me Bruce .. How can I help? Maybe we should get together before the big deal.

Did you get my short list?

CATCH AND EAT · 08-19-2003, 02:30 PM

We are such misreble failures.

John do you write songs too? :grin:

Twinkle twinkle litle tuna,
I think I saw ya west of Laguna,
Scream'in on my reel so fast,
I wish I could make this moment last.

A little salt is all I need,
to see lots and lots of tuna bleed.
To share the air with friend and foe,
It is tuna fishing that I must go

So make jokes about flowers,
butterflies and the lot,
But whatever you do,
stay off my 61 spot.

THE END!!!!! :grin: :grin:

Mello-Yello · 08-19-2003, 02:37 PM

[img]graemlins/applause.gif[/img]
Bravo C&E!

There was a lone fisher from Nome,
Who once tried to write a small poem.
At first it was fun,
But when he was done,
His poem didn't rhyme very good...

Tinman · 08-19-2003, 02:42 PM

Pilar: I salute you. As the decades go by, I realize more and more that fishing is a mystical/spiritual experience as much as a grand adventure. You are awake to that, as am I. More later....i just wanted to weigh in.

happybrew · 08-19-2003, 02:57 PM

Loose drag nightmare
turning in my mind.
Memories engulf me,
fishing lines entwined.
I wait all night for the rise and fall,
the cycle of the sun
that tells me when the day will end
and when it has begun.
Sunrise, a savage hue,
the day has closed its grip.
I raise my hands and cover my face,
trying to deal with it.
I look again, and shake my head
At fish I cannot see.
A painted plug is all I have,
All that comes back to me.
Cast the lure, a rise and fall,
A skunk that will not end.
I raise my hands and cover my face.
My rod, it will not bend.
Long sharp treble hooks,
like daggers in my hand,
dangle ready from the lure,
but I don't understand.
I cast it out, and bring it back
empty like my heart.
Malevolent fish haunt my dreams
My hope has come apart.
I wait all night for the rise and fall,
And when it has begun
I search for my frustration
in the cycle of the sun.

happybrew

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Mr. Fisherman · 08-20-2003, 02:37 AM

There once was a fisherman from Nantucket
The forecast was bad, he said forget it,
He corked at the bar and he liked what he sar
And proceeded to find Tuna and Cark it.

We gathered around the pressure cookers
With shots in hand and a few lookers
our clothes were tattered where the Tuna blood splattered
Jars are stakin, we are all smilin, it don't matter

The boat is scrubbed, rods rinsed down and put away
I can't stand it for another day
Look into the eyes of a peach
Say "I'm headed back to the beach"
Hitch the boat and get ready to make way

[ 08-20-2003, 07:57 AM: Message edited by: Pete ]