Best Dredge Poems

12 BARS

Twelve  brazen bars, one frozen lock!
Confined, sublime, an ancient Roc
endures inside a barren cage,
her catacomb in sundown sage.

Of former days there is no...

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The future holds no premium
For a person brawling with their past.
There are no birds in last year's nest.
There are no rememberings to unmask.

Memories are the...

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Going through some old things that just had to go,
I came upon something that nearly got tossed.
Memories came to me from long ago. . ....

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Adrift is smoke, that rises into the shape of a question mark...
Blurring the vacant night, with a ceremonial arc

Tomorrow, under a different sky, in a...

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Gold Dredging

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" I Smote Thy Heart" 

by~ Richard Pickett

Upon the morrow, I shall take aim
with this slender feathered shaft at the heart of thee,
it shall pierce...

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I close my eyes 
locked in a millisecond
the moment before the bow 
touches the strings 
where silence has a tremor
and wraps me in darkness 
until...

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Starring into the dross of amber brew
no face see I reflected, simply hollow I.
The stein of crystal tells no fortune spare,
nor one of bounty, yet...

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                        In...

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As I stand tentatively on this ledge,
I begin to wonder
if they'll bother to dredge.
I doubt it,with a river so wide,
not for yet,another suicide.
Then I contemplate...

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A flash of colour, fast in flight
Oh kingfisher, what joy you incite
This walk on just a simple day
Attempt to shed layers of grey
You are here...

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I feel the rumble of the wheels, 
and the tumble of my heart
Trembling, a look outside, 
as the landscape fades, and quickly grays,
to become swallowed...

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For each gift that you make to a man’s spirit,
Servant gift, not the kind that dishonor brings,
There’s a peace that comes soft. (Can your ears...

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Experiment, the worth of kings,
no bonafide adventuring
not impinge, glory, noticing,
the trial of "over" ~ SING, BUT SING!

And over, 'til the mode be right,
that last decision,...

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BACK TO NATURE – JOURNAL XVII

The frogs, the turtles have returned
The river has been cleansed
And I can see some fishermen
Wading out round the bend

Thank heaven...

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