Paddling on a swirling river.
Her husband takes the right.
His wife uses her powerful left hand.
Oh, what a truly serene feeling.
Gently gliding over the rippling water,
As the moon mesmerises the sweet scene,
Stars twinkle in the vast, darkening sunset sky.
They paddle in a sing-song, singing off-key.
One, two, kiss me sweet, kiss me soft.
Moonlight dances on the rippling river.
Their hearts entwined in an elated effect.
The peaceful sounds of flowing water
Mingle with the thrushes. chirping wildlife.
But as water seems to seep into the old canoe,
They paddle to the shore and safety.
And on the dew grass, they hug and kiss,
Their old canoe is truly drowned in the abyss.
Categories:
paddling, boat, river,
Form: Free verse
Paddle your boat here
With all your might keep paddling
"Till you get ashore.
Categories:
paddling, engagement, inspiration, life, motivation,
Form: Senryu
Cool as a cucumber, he plopped down
She looked and wondered why, but said, "Hi."
Wishing she had turned her head with a sour frown
The whole time thinking she wished she said bye
She looked and wondered why, but said, "Hi."
He was cool as a cucumber, so it seemed
The whole time thinking she wished she said bye
Deep down in a rut, her thoughts said get up in a scream
He was cool as a cucumber, so it seemed
But he was really paddling like a duck underneath
Deep down in a rut, her thoughts said get up in a scream
If only had she known, it would lead to a bridal wreath
But he was really paddling like a duck underneath
Wishing she had turned her head with a sour frown
If only she had known, this would lead to a bridal wreath
Cool as a cucumber he plopped down
poem coming soon__Finis'
Date: July 27, 2022
Contest: Simile
Sponsor: Hilo Poet
Categories:
paddling, fun,
Form: Pantoum
Simple Joys
Wishes for
the simplest
of joys,
to watch her
healthy,
well-fed boy
play in a paddling
pool, on a sunny
warm day
bits of mowed grass
stick to his legs,
hands, as he stands
up, by 16 months,
so confident on
his feet
that he plays
at making himself
slip on the lawn
how many
have had this?
--this joy--
she thinks about the early
days when the top
of his head was something
she knew, and loved
that oval, that egg-shape
that bread-loaf scent
Categories:
paddling, baby, summer,
Form: Free verse
Nobody's perfect but I must be the exception
This opinion of myself may be a misconception
Ya gotta dream
Keep paddling up stream
The final day ain't that far from inception
Categories:
paddling, age,
Form: Limerick
Their canoe zigzagged
as a snake. They enjoyed,
splashing water. They were
bold before the maelstrom.
‘Those days are gone, dear.’
He whispers, and she nods.
Their canoe floats on the
silver wavelets. They stare
at a local gym’s advertising
flex-board with pictures of
skinned chickens in various
poses to attract youngsters.
Libraries have turned desolate
cemeteries. Muscles of minds
decay. She reads aloud Bacon,
‘Reading maketh a Full Man.’
A smile radiates his wizened
visage while paddling. Speed
and sound of new generation
boats scare them. Their canoe
shivers. Now they block their
nostrils. Fanaticism and
intolerance are more stinky
than the rotten coconut shells.
They find around muddy-red.
‘
First printed in The Literary Hatchet
Categories:
paddling, life,
Form: Free verse
Nobody's perfect but I must be the exception
This opinion of myself may be a misconception
Ya gotta dream
Keep paddling up stream
The final day ain't that far from inception
Categories:
paddling, paradise, psychological,
Form: Limerick
In the stream the thrill
things unseen testing my feet
with gentle nibbles
Categories:
paddling, childhood, water,
Form: Haiku
I was paddling down on the lake in my canoe
Written By Dean Masciarelli
August 2, 2010 (12:30am)
I was paddling down on the lake in my canoe
Waiting for the early morning sunrise
and wishing
that I could be right in front of you
So that we could both look into each other eyes
and enjoy the peacefulness that transformed in the skies
Because it would be so nice to share the smiles
that we would have on our faces
as we both shared some very pleasant conversations
But you see I haven’t even had the chance to meet you
But I have dreamt about you countless times
And let me tell you when I finally do meet you
I will truly be more then pleasantly surprised
Because in my heart I will know without a doubt
that you will be
the one who can make all of my dreams come true
Categories:
paddling, imagination, love, romance
Form: Free verse
High up in the air
Row life’s dingy to heavens shore
From way down below
By Robb A. Kopp
Categories:
paddling, faith
Form: Senryu
(This is a fictional poem)
In the seventh grade I had a bully for a teacher.
He was ugly and he was indeed a horrible creature.
He gave paddlings and that really got us kids annoyed.
He smiled when he paddled because it was something he enjoyed.
He gave over twenty paddlings a day.
Even if we did no wrong, he'd paddle us anyway.
One afternoon all I did was speak to a friend.
My teacher hit me seven times on the rearend.
It really hurt when he hit me with his paddle.
A lot of kids don't squeal but I decided to tattle.
I told my uncle who stands 7'3" and weighs 250 pounds.
He said he was going to visit my school and that my teacher was going down.
My uncle told my teacher that he had no right to paddle me just because I talked.
Then he broke all of my teacher's limbs and he couldn't even walk.
I got a new teacher and I said Hooray!
My former teacher decided to stop teaching on that very day.
Categories:
paddling, childhood, education, funny, teacher,
Form: I do not know?