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we had goldfish and they circled around and around
in the bowl on the table near the heavy drapes
covering the picture window and
my mother, always smiling, wanting us all
Translated from the Spanish by Christopher Logue
Drunk as drunk on turpentine
From your open kisses,
Slowly, silently, now the moon
Walks the night in her silver shoon;
This way, and that, she peers, and sees
Silver fruit upon silver trees;
I caught a tremendous fish
and held him beside the boat
half out of water, with my hook
fast in a corner of his mouth.
Love is feeling cold in the back of vans
You've asked me what the lobster is weaving there with
his golden feet?
I reply, the ocean knows this.
You say, what is the ascidia waiting for in its transparent
You fit into me
like a hook into an eye
a fish hook
You're in this dream of cotton plants.
You raise a hoe, swing, and the first weeds
Fall with a sigh. You take another step,
Chop, and the sigh comes again,
In the summer
I stretch out on the shore
And think of you
Had I told the sea
Although it is a cold evening,
down by one of the fishhouses
an old man sits netting,
his net, in the gloaming almost invisible,
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
Sailed off in a wooden shoe,--
Sailed on a river of crystal light
Into a sea of dew.
English Teeth, English Teeth!
Shining in the sun
A part of British heritage
Aye, each and every one.
The old South Boston Aquarium stands
in a Sahara of snow now. Its broken windows are boarded.
The bronze weathervane cod has lost half its scales.
The airy tanks are dry.
The Pobble who has no toes
Had once as many as we;
When they said "Some day you may lose them all;"
He replied "Fish, fiddle-de-dee!"
March days return with their covert light,
and huge fish swim through the sky,
vague earthly vapours progress in secret,
things slip to silence one by one.
When Ironbark the turtle came to Anthony's lagoon
The hills were hid behind a mist of equinoctal rain,
The ripple of the rivulets was like a cheerful tune
And wild companions waltzed among the grass as tall as grain.
Elephants are contagious!
Be careful how you tread.
An Elephant that's been trodden on
Should be confined to bed!
'There's something new in the river,'
The fish said as it swam.
'It's got no scales, no fins and no gills,
And ignores the impassable dam.'
I am a feather on the bright sky
I am the blue horse that runs in the plain
I am the fish that rolls, shining, in the water
I am the shadow that follows a child
Did I not say to you, “Go not there, for I am your friend; in this
mirage of annihilation I am the fountain of life? ”
Even though in anger you depart a hundred thousand years
from me, in the end you will come to me, for I am your goal.
Live plants in an aquarium fulfills the desire of having a natural and stable environment for fish and amusement and delight for the pet owners.
These plants act as natural filters in the fish tanks. In order to grow, plants in the aquarium require nitrogen and phosphates. These are abundantly available for plants in any water tank with fish. A low nitrate environment is helpful for healthy fish therefore, it's a win-win situation for healthy fish and plants.
Algae is one of the major concerns for some fish owners. Whereas this is controlled by either cleaning water, or algae regularly. Adequate plantations in the aquarium may reduce the chance of having algae substantially.
Plants in an aquarium make sure that an ecosystem is established in the fish tanks. Plants take care of filtration and fish provide nitrogen and phosphate for the plants. Once it is established then you may have to look after the food and observe changes in water and control light.
Three fish in a pond were very thick with each other
Despite their different characters by nature
The first fish was smart, the second knew to dodge trouble
Fishing is not about getting fish
It's also not a matter of the fishing equipment used
Also not the kind of sharp hook, arsenal and bait used to trick fish
Or a thick and strong fishing line for fishing used
In a pond, there are so many milkfish that live with fame, how is it not every day that they are lied to, fed--fished--presto-eat by humans, their friends are giant prawns, tilapia fish and White Snapper as if they know about the owner's affair with their customers.
The milkfish realizes that it will not be able to be like the salmon that continues to regenerate here because the condominium concrete, embankments and various irrigation accessories seem to castrate their reproductive causality.
even though the Sembilang fish had whispered softly that it would not be extinct until it reached its adult size. Honestly they like to be treated like this as it is natural that the fish must be consumed by wild animals or humans or even transported so that they all die. sad indeed.
Patchouli fish, Lundu, keropak, tawes especially because they have lost their identity because they have been reconstructed by the building. They screamed where their current habitat was because they were displaced by the magnificent building of the human who never thought what if they were conditioned to be marginalized, let alone displaced or the porong area, Sidoarjo how many fish have died because of human activities. They are no longer in power. The elders downstream of the mud grouper were getting hot 'immediately mobilize troops to break down the dam connecting the apartments and the concrete to the downstream' said the grouper fish commanding. They feel that their death is in vain because it is not served on a plate at the human table or served as bait for gills or beavers. The tiger prawns are now straight and thin, feeling sad and sad. This is their fate and soon they will have a massive demonstration and it will be covered by water world television. Sad indeed
Balloons are often released in remembrance of someone or some event, like victims of a bombing, the bombing itself, or a new baby. According to the University of Michigan, about 3,604 balloons were found on the shore of Great Lake Michigan in 2017. Another report in 2016 by the Ellen MacArthur Foundation and the World Economic Forum said that if the current rate of plastic pollution continues, there will be more plastic in the ocean than fish by 2050. Scientists estimate that there are about three trillion five hundred billion fish in the ocean currently.
Now, you are probably wondering, ‘What does this have to do with anything? Sure, I know it is a problem, but I can't do anything about that. I am just one person.' Yes, you are only one person, but what if I changed the scenario? Looking at America's Health Ranking website, they report about 100,000 suicides from teens from the ages 15-19 in one year. There are about 21.05 million teens in the exact same age group. What do you say now? It only takes one person that reaches out to change someone's outlook? Let me ask, have you ever been that one person for someone? 100,000 friends of mine are dying each year because people turn a blind eye, but once they have had enough and tie that noose, that is when everyone cares and mourns! They release balloons into the sky as a symbol of your memory.
Do fish get depressed?
This question has been swimming around in my head like the fish I met in a hotel room.
He was a small sad looking goldfish the sign under his name was Bruce Lee.
There I was trying to enjoy my vacation And there was Bruce lee totally still, his lower fin grazing the clear faux rocks on the bottom of his home.When he did finally move, just slightly, I got the sense that he would prefer to be dead.
Talking apple and oranges may deliberate,
wondering to what has been considered.
Different things altogether just multiplied,
losing the string of thoughts refined.
By some error the story about the Cat eating away the fish sneakingly got published halfway while saving the draft.And I thought-Let it be.Not all things get to see their completion. Sometimes half told sentences carry more meaning than the full sentences.But I must tell the story.I cleaned the fish and fried the pieces in oil.My son relished two or three pieces.I kept the other pieces in the frying pan.Closing the kitchen door my son and me went for an afternoon nap for a while.We woke up to find that the kitchen door was open and there was no sign of any fish in the frying pan.The cat somehow pushed its way through the kitchen door which was loosely locked.My son looked sad knowing that the cat had eaten away all the fish.Perhaps the cat had overheard him while he was talking about fish curry.
Mama, What will Baba eat?
I asked him not to tell Baba about the cat eating all the fish as he would get angry about my carelessness.
When my husband returned from office, asked how was the fish.
A for apple, B for ball, C for Cat-Building up a story with these three alphabets seems more challenging to me than what my little son faced when he was learning the alphabets.Twenty four years have passed since my son then a boy of three years started learning ABCs and counting 1,2,3, —-.Now he has grown enough to start a family for his own and may be teaching his son or daughter ABC within three or four years.Time flies so fast.
The little events associated with my children's growing up stages are etched in my memory. One such incident comes to my mind.My son was only three years then.He loved eating fish.But fish was not available always as we had to depend on the fish vendors. One day my husband purchased one kg fish from the market and handed me with the instruction to cook it nicely for his son before he left for his office.I was cleaning the fish and cutting it into pieces while my son watched.My son was shouting with joy and making unending queries about the fish.Just to stop him I said'Shh—'
'Why Mama? '
'Because the cat may hear.'
Once again the Underground Man decides to go underground tonight on 6 June 2018 at 11.38 pm, aspiring to clinch a Minister's pay for this month by diving into the 24-hour forex market.
Soon he begins to pull his grey hair out, squirming, cursing and gnashing his teeth, fighting with nameless forex Raiders, which means Big Fish gulping down small-time guppies. And those Big Fish use all sort of tactics to lure, tantalize, tickle and trap the small fish and then swallow them raw.
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