Best Oars Poems

The celestial royal purple lake
of my wandering soul's freedom,
in a luminous rowboat of dreams,
as the filled moon's fairest face
reflects the sun's benevolence.
As I dip the oars in stars,
slowly rowing, pondering,
on to where God wants me,
to commune with His
messenger angels,
as I dip the oars in stars.

A...

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I've Lifted My Oars

I've lifted my oars as I now drift along
I've rowed all my life now my strength is all gone
So I’ll drift through the mist and the shadow of time
Until nothing is left but the memory of mine
Though you might lose sight of...

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I spent a year or two aboard
A sea faring vessel 
Through the gale and through the rain
With Lord Neptune I did wrestle 

Me Capitan was a wise old man
With experience beyond my years 
 And when he got to talkin  
You shut yer mouth...

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oars lift
pieces of moon
dripping in the pond...

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I row and row,
Avoiding shorelines
As I go,
The never ending
Constant flow,
Pulls me forward
Even though,
I have no purpose,
Even then,
I row and row,
These empty oars,
Back and forth,

Until she comes
To pull me in....

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existence be
h/our time
mind-body flight...

as winged...
up and down
periods of

waiting...
for some
real-at-tea

but in...
a pressed-sense
of thought

now...
it means
i forgot

...cold cup...microwave!...


len



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The psyche was burned and left us numb, floating like a boat without oars on an endless river,
the world was darker than the pitch-black of a closet full of hungry bats,
and the whiskey and wine seeped deep into our weary veins,
when the blood was too...

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The oxide earth vapours, the vernal air trembles
A dirty white sky overhangs in your glasses
Viridian green tints the water, it shambles
The exuberant stems of the lilies and grasses
Like women with oars punt in David Brayne's pictures
My senses are floating through waters in bloom
No exaggerations in...

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Here rest my oars.
A killick thrown to the school of fishes,
To still my boat from the peering waves.
Fishy-wishy scatter as water splatters,
Like wood chips flying when the pickaxe strikes.
A ship draws near, but my killick blocks its kiss—
Its stale mouth might stagger my rest,
And send...

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