Oar Poems - Poems about Oar

existence be (h)our time mind-body flight... winged... up and down periods waiting... for some real-at-tea but... this pressed-sense of thought now... means a cold cup (microwave!) len ...

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light of life's reflections be seen as within minds meme-ores...easier... than heard as some physics-call of a ringing headache as a reflect...shun... stan sand...

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I rowed for what seemed like an hour; the water gurgled oh so pleasantly. I had the morning to myself: no other boats as far as I could see. Warmed up, I soon increased my stroke, And pulled as I had never pulled before, the legs on fire, heart thumping fast, sweat ran in rivulets from every pore. The timer dinged, so I...

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Away or home they slept beneath one roof, And mingling breath in dreams were mighty pleased, Fond memories dissolved in sweat released, The rhythm of their breath a red hot proof That each hour s-t-r-e-t-c-h-e-d like life lived on same page, Yet, days spent lived apart looked like long years, And a mere day’s dearth felt like entire age To look as...

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Long time ago, in lonesome youth shine In a wonder state of boykind Making paper pontoons Skying an oar, in a creek lagoon On a yummy, afternoon In swampy, draconian, water spittoon The artsy-crafty, paper tub boat I heedlessly, knacked, to float Voraciously, rocked and rolled Swiftly, into wet slimy herbage Between crying, wet, musty edges Cruising, murmuring, delicate, breezes While under perpetual, shiny, sky With a calming,...

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There is a special calm when you step upon the shore... If the night was dark and you had only one oar. There are times on life's lake when the storms blow and rage... It can happen in our youth and even old in old age. Things can be peaceful and quite then suddenly the waves appear... And your heart...

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Many a days i spent lost in her thought, and the nights fled by imagining her by my side, though there she was not , but still my heart beats everytime, trying to match her's with mine, like a synchronous rhyme, but just as the dawn breaks in, a horrid reality sneaks in, and emerges right back in my...

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Weave bin tolled ain't nothin' rimes with orange! Weave bin duped end eye prey with this exchange, Two rebutt all that nonsense, With sum poetic lyecense, Butt doubt that vary few minds aye will change! Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (c) All Rights Reserved...

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To direct thoughts as an oar guides a boat Thoughts of good,not evil, rowing swiftly Avoiding those whirlpools of tongue's cutthroat. Trying always to row words that would lift. Razor tongue get caught in the watefall. Jumbled, twisted thoughts be steered to rough shoals Trapped,hung on rocks to avoid a brawl. Captain, turning my ship to you with soul. Let the Pilot be...

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Era propelled by time Oozing onward and onward Upon an endless rhyme Where meaning becomes absurd Moving along with age Grasped by instance Wrested, engaged By tomorrow’s suspense Held by the river of existence Where our vessels flow along Held by our presence Where we belong Alive to be activated Destiny lies in our hands Awaiting to be created It’s only ourselves we strand We choose to steer our vessel...

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