Best Dredges Poems
Glancing down from breathless heights,
Amidst climey sighs,
The looming colossus awakens from slumber
And stretches across Thelwalls linear skies.
The hot engines hissing steam -
Recalled from fond memories long back -
Tumbling like huffing little rain clouds
Down from the lofty metal track;
Wherein brightly painted carriages:
The publicans daughter, the verger,
The magistrate, the chief executive -
Seated first class, all habitually sat.
Swift grandiose arches, a celebration
Trumpeting the artful masons cunning devise,
Boast loudly of the great towers
Parallelogram of terrific forces:
Crossing over in giant leaping strides.
Here below, like Hercules reclining,
The stoic gates of Latchfords black fortress locks
Lift to brace against the immense swell
Far and beyond the chimming remarks
Of Greenhalls absolute, mechanically proven,
Georgian bell;
When, ensconced within a purpose-built,
Purple brick tower:
Strikes the centuries old brewery clock
On the twelfth
Of every God given hour.
A rich bankers cantilever
Pushes doggedly against opposing, sheer,
Red Sandstone walls;
Again the mauve and azure rock pigeon claps...
And then...coo, coo, cooingly calls.
Dry buzzing heat blurs over
The hum of a high noons imcumbent midday;
The coup-de-gras scimitar wing stoops -
To fasten onto its slower-witted prey!
Steeped sides slipping amidst tumbling yellow
Gorse and sporadic flowers
Balk at the foreboding waters edge,
Where, over the denizens swirling bowers,
The resolute little rusting lugger,
Puffing and chugging,
relentlessly dredges and scours;
Churning the murky Eastham silts
That drab Manchester draw:
Into the vast hollowing quays
On beachless, concrete Salfords industrialized,
High-rise dockland shore.
Through the deepest part of the black
Channel
A salt grimed hulk smoothly slips...
Attached by a twisted hemp to the tugboat
That hauls the great ships.
Stirred by the bow waves
Flowing and ebbing like currents in time:
From the trough to the peak
The jettison and flotsam climbs -
Before succumbing to powerful undercurrents
Of irresistible designs!
Noisiness neighs your code,
Loud, braggadocios, belching
Shouting sentiments and prophysying plays
As your body disintegrates
And dredges your kidneys fail and your legs lilt frail
Yet you claim life loud and braggadocios.
The football game gimmicks
The baseball booboos all acclaimed and assessed by you
Whose own health waivers with lesions and machines
Mitigate your blood as you shout loudly, “I told you”
To quintessential quarterbacks in your dreams
You chair the channel surfer of your mind as the
Games grab headlines heralding from your hurting heart.
The whhhhiind wound it’s wicked way through the snarl of broken skeleton like branches. In what was left of the dredges of dusky light it tore past the ancient rotting knot holes protruding from the bristling bark of Grandfather Oaks, creating a whistling, haunting sound that sent shivers up and down her spine. Old dead leaves lifting in sudden bursts of whirlwinds from the darkening forest carpet of pepper brush and poison oak rustled and rushed past touching her face as if trying to direct her attention to the dark void of the forest into which those long dead leaves disappeared.
She stopped. She must keep going but fear was paralyzing her. A quote from JRR Tolkien buzzed in and out of her frightened mind…..“Still round the corner there may wait .. a new road or a secret gate…” It reiterated itself over and over in her mind. ….. Sounds. There were sounds beside ..and inside the wind.. It was more than creaking branches.. more than rustling leaves and whistling wind tunneling through the mazes of old dead moss covered bony trees. It was more felt than heard but …it was heard …a practically palpable sound… but elusive. It … the sound… created itself when she walked… it came from above and behind her. It stopped when she stopped….except for …except for …the breathing.
She could feel it ..breathing. She thought to turn her collar up and cover her neck. Oh so scared ! Frozen scared! So alone! How do I get out of here!! It’s so cold! And then… she practically fainted as ..she …she felt it! The unmistakable Ssslow hot ..breath ..rasping ..on the back of her neck! …
DAM IT ALL SUSAN !! WOULD YOU WAKE TA HECK UP AND GET OUTA BED! YOU’RE GONNA BE LATE FOR YOUR CAMPING TRIP!!!
Summertime soothes and refreshes,
softens our rough edges,
lifts us from life’s dredges
and grants fresh feel meshes.
Spring announces time to go out
by popping newness all about.
Spring wakes all our senses
so we drop droopy defenses
and allow summer’s coming ways
to frolic cheer through our days.
Let us jump, run and swim,
then do it all over again.
Sunshine romps with family
enhance their love’s tapestry.
Sun playtime with friends
grows memories that mend.
Summertime adventures
seek anxieties surrender.
Peace and joy clenchers
zre spun by sun’s splendors.
Absorb summertime’s sun-fun sphere
to fortify hearts for another year.
Today's mentality and attitude
is not as sound as it was yesterday,
and the chosen path didn't diverge
from the distant past so affected
by the miracles that happened, but
the skeptical was the arrant liar...
desecrating and devaluing divinity,
detaching from the undeniable Designer!
And whoever dredges up this regret,
and doesn't question truth:
has entered in a cosmic dimension
which disarms anyone willing to discern,
and cease the lament of not seeing enough miracles;
piety made the saints grow in compassion,
and their constant devotion was an expanse of faith...
never extinguished by indignant words!
Be like them, never fleeing the dying sword,
speak kindly to them, and make them see their vileness;
and whether it was willful or not ...be merciful and virtuous,
and change their visceral spirit with the noblest word...
have the wisdom of the Prophets who were inspired by God,
and brought a rebellious people back to their Lord!
A vagrant person won't find a tranquil place in days,
trenching on a stark wasteland...where no trees ever grow,
the arid air welcomes nothing but sunlight;
be illuminated by spirituality and remit any sorrow
to reprove silliness and resentment ...
and finally put aside the notion of not seeing enough miracles!
Divine Love
God's love is unconditional,
Like the sun in the morning
It is intentional,
Like invisible streams in the desert
His love is liquid,
Regardless of what we do,
And it transcends to touch us-
Even though we don't deserve it
He is the father
We are the prodigal son
His love is medicine for us in the lonely hour
This love is like no other
Rare as perfect, incompatible as lovers, it is.
It is deep as dredges,
Wide as rivers
Desperate are we, faithful is he,
In the good times and bad
Philosophical definitions i dispose of
God is Love.
This summer’s great
Captain America
And Independence Day
And in the fall/winter
Star wars
And in the
Dredges of winter
Aiko
Matthew Scott The Marionette...
(Concocting cock and bull poetic pap
promises to approximate bovine rap
worse case scenario..., you will snap
so friend me at funny farm in Trappe
Pennsylvania, or frankly yukon zap
this poppycock poetic
emetic entailing...vowel)
movements deftly managed skilled puppeteer
unseen hands adroitly maneuver paraphernalia
bajillion miles away deep into thee atmosphere,
where Soundgarden's black hole sun serves as
infinite energy-feeds performing artist career
inherent behind the scenes trickster leveraging
mine every move master of ceremonies appear
ring poking his oblate spheroid noggin thru walled
sky inquiring, asper state of being paternal care
oft times addressing him as father, cuz proficient
craftsmanship forged me from nought meticulously
rendering yours truly complex functions, an engineer
ring feat cosmic artisan whipped out applying greased
lightning rods (unbreakable accouterments) endowing,
and endorsing creation with uber tender loving care
divine intervention nary clue hinted, thus me unaware
leverage, sans remote control bound tethered bond
most every day of "FAKE" existence never suspected
every aspect of my being linkedin at mercy of pioneer,
who more or less cornered, fabricated, patented... the
market, sans configuring sophisticated kin o'man near
lee indistinguishable from offal housed in Augean stables
essentially explaining incessant mooing "holy cow" & rear
ring like a bucking bronco, though mastermind did milk
golden opportunity calf full not to exploit this cash cow
loose sing hybridized mutant amidst green acres, where
past chore age of cornucopia frequently dredges muck
cob bray, and remembrance of things past, I Angus here
hoof hit might be convenient Taurus to part ways lest
ye accuse me being lame provocateur, spewing this slop
(from well chewed cud) out the figurative derriere!
Forgotten values, imagined perhaps
In a world of dark alleys, and jagged blades
And faded they lay in the gutters of life
Passed over and buried in twisted crimes
In a world of dim passages and crooked knives
And parched they sat in the ditches of existence
Overlooked and hidden in torturous evils
Truths and morals, to ferment and rot
Neglected and covered in heinous sin
And dull they set in the dredges of time
In a world of murky halls and serrated daggers
Forgotten values, imagined perhaps
Distant breathing freezes winter in my bones and dredges my soul for the sowing of rotten seeds,
Foul flowers on trees infested by festering fruit emerge tangled from the ichor churning mud that bare their infected roots,
Wounded and flayed, my morals splash about in their pus and dismay
Pray, I do, for my sense of self and my distant…
I cannot complete that line of thought…
I am lost among the flowers.
Giving advice is a great way to start;
they may not listen from the very beginning,
but ponder they will until their heart
makes changes and starts loving and living.
Helping partners grow in all their ability and amplitude;
it's a duty and an obligation on your part...
keep on persuading them and take them to that altitude,
and they will learn and thank you for that!
Some brag about lending their hand with a hint so broad,
to demonstrate how much that individual has accomplished,
but why lay it in the open and let everyone alive know?
Friends never take credit for anything they've given or said!
Helping partners grow by the measure of your sympathy and tenderness,
can bring an overnight change; even a tender hug
is a hope glimmering...when all doors are shut and excessive droopiness
clearly shows in every action, word, look and feeling.
Reminding others how helpful and kind you have been...
dredges up old vanity and exposes all your credits with intent,
but eschewing humbleness as an estranged, vague secret:
is an eulogy spoken to deaf ears to get praise for your deed.
Helping partners grow is the truest example of sworn loyalty,
to make the bonds of friendship stronger and steep them in deep sincerity,
banishing bad thoughts and exciting the individual's interest in everything...
by letting that mind express new ideas and explore that extrasensory feeling.
Miraculously this morning
The clouds parted in the heavenly skies;
Ascending down on wings of a dove,
Our savoir did gloriously arrive.
He gathered his children,
Pure of heart,
Eager to follow him home;
I, among others,
When he did depart,
Were left on this Earth to roam.
Many were startled;
Cried in their sorrow,
Wondering about their fate.
While I stood tall
Understanding it all,
Not worried if it were too late.
What he left behind
Were some tormented souls,
Not earning their wings quite yet
And a solid few
That he knew
Could help others without regret.
My job I sensed
Wasn’t recompense
Nor due to any bad faults;
I was left behind
To help save mankind
And stay true to all that he taught.
So, thank you Lord
For trusting in me
And blessing me with the strength
To preach your word,
Making sure that it’s heard,
Going to every length.
And when in time,
Once again,
Our savior does descend,
I’ll stay behind,
With the dredges of mankind
Trying to save them to the end.
I hope whoever is reading these words,
May they read into your life in some way
Let us go and walk down by the river's edge
Clear our minds of the negative dredges.
First, reach deep, deeper down inside,
Analyze you it's negative vibes
So, turn this negative that is attached to you
Make them positive vibes, so see it through.
Believe in yourself and life today,
Be a kind person, but never walk away
Be this change needed in life
Go forth, rise, and place your mark.
Your mindset sets the stage, so start.
Stop, deep breath, exhale—no stress,
Let us go and walk down by the river's edge
Clear our minds and settle our dredge.
No pressure, closed eyes,
Deep breaths, 'Look Inside.'
I once held a mountain above my head
Moving away from the light beneath its shadow
The many sorrows, frustrations of life my feelings
Held above my head growing heavier with every step
Until one night I stumbled and dropped the mountain
To shatter my world and the worlds around me forever
I once held a mountain above my head
I see now the rubble from the fall
Surrounds me like the ruins of hopes and dreams
All gone wrong for a boy twisted inside out
And though I have walked a span of many worlds
The dredges of those stones still touch those around me
With despair, sorrow even as I struggle to breathe with joy and hope
Into these few souls walking with me into the coming of day
Past the rubble from that fall long ago
I see the dawn glowing on the horizon and sky
Filling me with the knowledge that I must be strong
Unwavering in my faith which now sustains me into growth
As I walk alone on the side of the road apart from companions
Who have travelled along my life’s trail holding my hands
From here I can see that each have mountains their own
And I too can see the shadow of my own new mountain
In the depth of my footprints on the gravel and grass
I see before me the dawn glowing on the horizon and sky
I hold a mountain above me with a spirit beside me
Like the Seraph that watches over me in dreams
I hold a mountain above me made from hope and dreams
When the sinking feeling rises
He hopes it floats on rainbow bubbles
Until the dredges clear once more
What ifs have not buts they simply are
A luxury or misdemeanour in thought
Crystal clear reflections upon blind sight
In sleepless nights with tokens of meaning
When consciousness meets disarray
Confabulations take their stride
Spooling endless loops that irritate when midnight
Meets dawn before dusk in empty synchronicity
With heartless spikes filled with fearful dread
A restless dagger rides the grinder
Leaves inroads for another day as
The plateau sweeps away foundations
Yet privilege adorns the many building sites
Of birthing life and mounting connotation
In the wilderness of dissipate surrender
Acceptance clears the buoyancy of drowning
When down is up and far way is near enough
And the jester tackles the charades of doubts
It is a circus in the mind field of masks and jingles
In which procrastination smiles upon the clown
And lonely laughter smirches pandemonium
When the fool turns jokester and uncovers madness
As serenity brings what not ifs into the fold of light
Moments of insomnia are but a tiny price to pay
10th December 2019