Short Canal Poems
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You were born in the land of Venice
Had lovers aplenty
Now you glide alone
Along the dark canal
A giggling gondola ghost.
Giovanni Antonio Canal
of the famed waterway mall
Canaletto,Venice born&bred
panoramas thereof enhanced his 'street cred'
The underside of dawn,
a promise ill remembered
Blue Hour turned to black
—as night devours day
(C&D Canal: June, 2020)
To satisfy itches he’d scratch
Panama’s channel is his catch
And like she’s a gal
He’ll grab this canal
Since Trumpenstein wants a wet snatch
I found a bone
By the gas works wall
Dreamed a dream
By the old canal
I gnawed that bone
By the factory wall
Dirty old bone
Dirty old bone.
inside of ears pierced
song penetrates dark deeply
lighting up canal
enhancement of oars gliding
through calm waters of Venice
Suez Canal-
The bypass performed,
On the chests of the Egyptians,
Bleeding for miles carrying to sea,
Blue sea,before blood mix,
Red Sea after both had sex!
The Suez Canal is finally free
Precious toilet paper can come to me
This too large cargo ship
In the world a backward flip
Twas as crazy as Boston Harbor's tea
Where you go…
where you’ve been
One port of entry
leads within
Its grand canal
flows North and South
Meridian deep
—to anchor doubt
(The New Room: April, 2021)
The Rideau Canal is not recommended
For dunking, it may be less than intended
Your body will reek
It'll reek for a week
Doggie and you will stink to high Heaven
Our old canal is in decay
The water rank and brown
So different from its yesterday
When, with barges plying up and down,
Was the life blood of this market town.
One English Quintain
Process With Most Progress
We must be prepared to accept process,
Which will result in the most progress;
A wise old owl
Said root canal;
After you already have had an abscess.
Jim Horn
Former Mayor of Chicago, Ms. Jayne Byrne
about mood swings and temper tantrums had what to learn
To differentiate her from the Panama Canal
Ask yourself which
~ One of them was a busy ditch
He that sleeps feels not the tooth-ache
William Shakespeare
'Cymbeline' (1609-10) act 5, sc. 4, l. [176]
apparently, Mr. Shakespeare never needed a root canal!
Birth
Crawl
Tears
Steps
Laughter
Smiles
Fears
Careers
Diseases
Betrayals
Denials
Full circle
Death nears
Tears
Laughter
Frowns
Dead clowns
Dead
In ground
No sound
Silence
Abounds
to love is to
be vulnerable;
no wonder i am
made of steel
to love is to
open the
floodgates;
i am a desert
while you are a
canal
too many metaphors;
not enough confessions
Along the canal bank I
go, another day wandering
just a quiet stroll. Watching
the Swans as they happily
glide past, wagging tails and
a trail of five signets. This is
my walk of sweet bliss
Form:
daddy, wash me, nurture give me birth,
Me your son, of your loins, you I don’t trust;
past me through your birth canal,
liken mothers would give me birth…
7/22/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.2019©
Acute.
Cloying.
Ulcerated.
Trying.
Enduring.
Pinging.
Aching.
Icarus
Night.
(Perhaps this should be titled something like: "When Love Goes Wrong" or something. - Inspired by pre-root canal up
all night pain from a few week's back)
Frozen tundra has a still water canal.
Parading on it today was the tiger caravan.
The birds were silent as they watched the procession.
Lesser tigers stood guard or in amazement.
Life as we knew it in the frozen north was over.
The tiger emperor had arrived.
He reached out and took my hand.
Lingering warmth from the early morning
Flowed between us,
Bird song piped and twittered,
Gentle spring sunshine
Broke through the chill March wind.
By the edge of the canal
I placed one foot in front of the other
And my heart smiled.
in silence
the shire plods his path
in footsteps of the past
Note: On holiday recently,we took a trip by canal barge pulled this way.Very evocative for me, as on my mother's side,her forbears were canal people,and thats how they happened to arrive here in my hometown.
Avoiding earthquakes
on sidewalks,
hill climbing with blind moles,
trekking between
heaven and hell.
All this
while eating
an ice-cream cone
in a midnight furnace.
Lightly
we walk a tightrope
of visibility,
sliding through
an ever reborn
birth canal.
Without friends
We couldn’t mingle and Blend
There would be no glee
Between you and me
During the summer
Wouldn’t you prefer,
To hang with you pal
Than have a root canal?
So get-up-and-go
Don’t watch that T.V show
And let your friends know
That you wanted to say hello
in side
out side
there is energy
reflected
people connected
vibes
flowing like a canal
power of me \everything i touch
turned into gold
everything i seek
turned in to a hold
possessions weak theorys
of common obessions
drives my motives
sky high
power of me!
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