Rod Poems | Examples

Spare the Rod

She whimpers 

She screams

Bad temper

It seems

Mom wallows

Dad screams

Pain follows

Bad dreams

Rod of initiation

Imagine a vertical column of light,
beginning at root, going up to the crown,
a tube of magnetism ushering delight,
expanding that energy flows all around,
reverberating thus by day and by night,
wherein all cells of form, in bliss rapture drown.
Pardon our diction; this is fact, not fiction,
here now within form, ego’s crucifixion.

Rod Serling

Rodman Edward Serling
at Ithaca College tried out for curling
he found he couldn’t sweep for the stone
and decided to write the Twilight Zone

In Memory Of Rod Serling

Crossing over
into the realm 
of non-description
reference and paradigm
sleep alone

Borders falling inward
upon themselves
leaving only what
the mind forgoes
—and the soul forbids

(The New Room: 1-15-2025)

Shepherd Rod

Rod of Shepherd
Hook wayward sheep
Walk all right way.

Mighty Rod

Family of Gad
Has special power line
His might is his rod.

JESUS MY ROD-

Jesus my Scepter
Rod of guidance
My awe-ALL protector
You’re a shelter for me
A shadow from the heat
An ensign for ALL Nations
Hallehjauh

3/11/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©

Hot Rod

As if pushing against that one girl who bumped into me on the sidewalk.

And never said sorry, and never looked back…

It gives me strength.

To close me into the car.

Against the fall wind.

The wind that tries to tip my car over, but never succeeds! 

I shake off the chill.

The cold never wins.

Against me and this machine!

The modern technology, that keeps me warm and safe.

The heat is on.

Tilting my seat back slightly and closing my eyes.

But now…

I sense a new discomfort.

With the sun still out.

The interior of this machine,

Is starting to make me warmer and warmer.

Until I give in and take off my scarf and coat.

Turning off the heat so it’s silent except for the wind outside.

There’s never comfort.

Even in my own car, that I love and paid for.

Hot and cold.

Angry and still angry.

The dichotomy.

Is not lost on me.

Rod Serling Blues

Of the many cures
—there is no cure

(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)

Senator Rod Culleton

Rod Culleton, what can I say? But thank you mate
For all the ways, all the stands; the fireside talks
You challenge the falseness, you've walked the walk
You represent 'true Aussie creed' we'll make it right
Just as she'll' we want true hearts  and mate you'll
Do.' You've got back up 'a time or two' the foe within
Can't stand our type..The shrugging shoulderd devoid
Of hype, I know you were crook ' your true heart strained.!
By souless bludgers, they're one real pain.! In many
Behinds, Geez I wish they'd discover' some hearts and minds.'
I'll say one thing more, to all the above, get well stay strong
Aussie needs such blood.' The type that just don't count
Each cost..each trifle, and hurdle. What 'might be lost?'
But whats to gain.? I advise much more.! You've done us
Proud! emptied your store, your inner self, you put skin in; This game..' You stand for more; than some shallow fame.'
So i stand and salute you, I'll meet your eye.' This country
Was built on souls that try.' We'll stay the course we'll Smash each foe, I stand with Rod.! So all will know.' That
Aussies can hope, can dream; will strive 'good on ya Rod'
You've got; some bloody drive.!

The Rod and Reproof Gives Wisdom

Such a violent world we live in
Hard to know just what to do
For example both my mom and dad
Have slapped and spanked me too
But nowadays some choose a path
That may seem rather odd
To discipline with words instead
Of reaching for a rod

"The rod and reproof give wisdom ..."
What does the Bible mean?
In carrying out that principle
Some have gone to the extreme
The rod of discipline should be
To train towards peace and love
True discipline's tree yields peaceful fruit
The Wisdom from above

The rod of discipline is like
The rod of a caring shepherd
Who wields his rod in a loving way
For the sheep by him are treasured
The best example is God Himself
Before whom we sin each day
Does he beat us with a rod of pain?
No, His Word shows us the way

It's true at times He scourges
Some of those that He holds dear
Even then 'tis done in a loving way
Leaving naught for us to fear
Yes, nowadays some choose a path
That may seem rather odd
To discipline with words instead,
Like the discipline from God

A Fishy Tale

We'd get the punt from St Mary's church,
We clambered aboard, with enough gear to make the punt lurch.

There was my Dad my Uncle, me and a family friend,
You could feel the day was going to be hot,
But off we went to discover our fishy lot.

We each had a very expensive rod, but we was one reel short that someone had forgotten,
But Dad didn't mind he was just as content to lay back and rest, while we all put our angling skills to the test.

We tried for at least 5 or 6 hours but we had nothing not even a bite,

Well except for my Dad who unknowing to us had tied a line to his big toe, and would you believe he had a sharp tug, and he pulled on board a shimmering Perch,

All we could really do was to fall about laughing and to cause the punt to make one final lurch.

The Ram-Rod

A ram-rod told his riders to
Listen to what he tells them to do
When the cows got away
He told them to stay
So, the rest escaped, oh It's true

Rod Stewart Lied

I'm sailing on a fancy yacht 
But I don't give a damn 
Cause I'm so bloody seasick
I don't know where I am 

It began as a 'wee jaunt' 
That sounded kind of fun 
To sail about in balmy seas 
Enjoying wine and sun 

But it's not what I expected 
I think Rod Stewart lied 
I'm not 'sailing to be free' 
My brain is feeling fried 

I've been sick on everything 
Just throw me overboard 
I can't stand up and can't lie down 
I'm one exhausted broad 

A land lubber is what I am 
Sailing life does not enthrall 
I like my feet upon the earth 
I've no sea legs at all

Hot Rod

If I was a race car, 
I’d be shooting gasoline.
Red hot throttle, 
Ice cold chrome
Built to speed
I’m a wild man
Baby, I’m a hot rod

Hey there jellybean
I got a thing for you
I’m going to put a thing on you
I’m nothing but power
And you’re a pinstripe dream
Cool out and get in
Dont buckle up 
Dont think

I cant give you much
But at 90 to nothing 
You’re gonna feel something
Real deep down 
In that bucket seat
If you give me the feels
You can feel my seams 
I may let you touch the stick

I’ll take you on a wild ride
Through the nighttime
A white knuckle secret
Your world flying by
So let’s light a bottle 
Burn it down
Pedal to the floor
We’re the real thing baby
With a need to bleed

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