Best Rudders Poems

Fantasy Spy

Would that I, like a Monarch butterfly,
Could fly across the fertile land and spy,
Top tree and lilac bush in the evening hush,
Swooping down above the late traffic crush.

Then on to foamy shores I would wander,
Over firs and pines, dark forests below,
With graceful freedom across...

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Love at first sight was the 
language she spoke
A sight to behold
to the angels she woke
A creation with broken mold
from the Divine
The description of beauty
branded in the mind
A angelic appearance 
her presence defines
What to do with this spirit?
That forever clouds my eye's
An ocean that desire
could...

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My love can part the oceans,
But it hasn’t reached your shores…
Sailing in the breeze with emotions,
As my heart rudders and explores.

Within the mist of heartaches,
The thunder passes through…
Shattering sorrows of earthquakes,
Exposing the love I have for you.

The deep sea swallows my soul,
I’m drowning in ambient...

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We are all poets 
In the same boat
The reason we write
Just to stay afloat
There's no other reason
Of that, I know
For us as poets
To stay afloat

So draw the anchor
Hoist the sail
We'll all rhyme our way
Clear outta here
Sailing the pantoum oceans
On sonnet seas
Casting our lot
In the poetic...

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I'll softly sing a lullaby this night
Sadly howling at a mournful moon.
Be still my heart of grieving blight
The perfect dawn is coming soon.

I'll light a candle in the dark
A yellow beacon of despair.
One by one the stars I'll mark
For rosy dawn in hope prepare.

Sail softly...

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There once was a man with Trumpian crown
so heavy it caused him to frown
when he gave it away
some folks say to this day
it grew lighter while revolving 
more democratically healthy around.

There once were most men with dementia
heavy, like homophobic hornetia,
but when they tried a co-operative...

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EcoMinisters of Earth Rights
CoArise!

EcoLogicians of resilient encircling might
CoArise!

EcoLegislators of bicameral balancing disposition
CoArise!

What is our highest and best CommonSense
of currently elected policy-choosers?
Where are our optimal health outcomes 
of proactive CommonSense?
What does vast emptiness of positive results
suggest about the CommonSense
of our bipolarizing electorate?

If we consistently choose the...

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From tiny gals with itty-bitty bippies
to larger ladies with super-dooper droopers,
we curse the “men” who design underwire iron maidens.

My “pointers” don’t bounce
(as a friend observed),
so why submit to torturous braziers?

I’m glad they don’t droop –
makes body surfing easier,
though surfboard owners argue, “Rudders help."

Despite chidings from...

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An Evil Organ Behind Our Teeth “I’LYEZETTE”
“The tongue is a little member, and boasteth great things, 
behold, how great a matter a little fire kindleth.”  James 3:5 


We put bits in horses’ mouths,
Rudders on ships and  proclaim,
Small things control large things,
But tongues no...

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Umbrella

When, picking up from where it left off last, 
the gales begin to  blast the good rudders, 
anchors or anything that  underpins 
a muslin day  or when,  ineluctably
caught up in the  searing frenzy  of  
earthly  pangs shaking...

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They are steered like rudders on ships
Their port lies between my two lips
My day is a drag
Lest my mouth snags a bag
Of Doritos Nacho Cheese Chips...

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He Lost Wind Of Her Sails

In the ocean of his mind,
always turbulent,
there sits a Bermuda triangle,
ships being lost, swallowed,
for he was once
a ship lost,
swallowed,
never to be heard
or seen, too,
especially with his ex.
In his coral kingdom,
bright colorful fish swim.
So many.
So many
tangs and angels.
Yet
he is so oblivious...

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A father ails, a son's lover's lament
Steel rudders committed, what hues to lament.

No courage, the lover feels not what to speak
A channel untuned to the feast of lament.

Tradesmen and saints, what heed they at all?
The father feigns slumber, a weak heart's lament.

The lover replaced, made...

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A dream of a Rainbow coloured family

In the ocean there is a raging storm 
And a lot of boats 
With rudders that are shattered,
Compasses lost, sails that are torn.
And dreams that are faded or tattered
With hopes that seem crushed or battered
Under the heavy weights of...

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Islands in the Stream

Islands linked together like forged argent charms, 
In straights of silent, surging currents,
Where Watchtowers of Fresnel lens sound fog sirens
Where sacred shoals harbor shame forgiven;
Lightships built high on cribs and Keys of truth finally seen 
As bright argand lamps on chariot wheels...

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