Short Dredge Poems
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Hedge abot Pledge to Leep From Ledge
we would have to hedge
about us making a pledge
channel we must dredge
Jim Horn
Trump Swamp He Would Dredge
Up from swamp things Trump did dredge;
When all over supporters started to pledge;
Are now in grief;
Need more relief;
Maybe what he must do is leap off of ledge.
Jim Horn
Remembering Riply from their movie Alien settling into her pod
Embarking upon an unknown moment as time and I find myself there
Within this life another day to dredge whom knows, how long a child must endure
Form:
dredge up imagery
time and place
forgotten
people that do not
exist
probably never
truly existed
made up characters
who played their parts
upon the stage of the past
within a play entitled
be who i want you to be
words that pierce like a sharpened edge
the pen has no regret
old pain incessant we must dredge
if not forgive, forget?
but the power of a simple verse
overlooked by the creator
has made the past in present worse
and lesser pain now greater
incessant recollection
dredge up imagery
imprinted upon
the screen of
the mind reflecting
back through
lens of the mind's eye
scenes of past nights
wasted spent in pointless
conversation getting
to know a person that
would not stick around
Socialites and the elites’ absence, they pledge
Low life exhibition will always emerge
Adults basking in the lowest stratum’s edge
Zero tolerance for the toppers to dredge
Yeah, dry land has nothing to do with a sledge
Doth fancy edges
not only for riches
smooth wealth of finish
leave the rest to timish
tangled mind blemish
thou art has yet to fetch
one most desired edge
leave the rest to dredge
spike with a smooth skewer
and let it be to fewer
taste of mind such viewer
brings the sky yet bluer
It's blisteringly faithfully rot,
it's intangible as it's deserving of all,
so many signs,
and signatures to boot...
The wreathe in the sky,
the tree rotation eye,
end of all eagerness,
dredge of the forced peaceful bliss..
The honorary code time'd and then aged like the rot,
and an evening star,
and a really far far...
What a curtain Bisbee has
That keeps Mexico subdued
And influences the lands
From which the Sierra was hewn.
What purple folds keep Oaxaca
As a fortress in the sky
Breaking only in Panama
To let a vessel dredge by.
No courier have I on hand
Except the initial breezes that blow
So a whisper I channel into it:
Give to Colombia my hello.
The Empty Man
Saddled with the darkened years
Fogged with broken thoughts
Chasing crooked spirits
Drenched in ethereal fire
Deadened to raging emotions
Sentenced to a deafened silence
Dreading the coming phase
Of fleeting victory and bleeding hearts
Thus, seeping the dredge
Of frothing suffering
He strides along
With the brevity of thoughts
Floating to a hollow future
OF HIM WHOM I TRUST
I ask you to cleanse,
to dredge the lake,
survey my thoughts.
Burn the bad ones
upon a floating bier,
So I might be clean.
Let my eyes behold
your glorious book.
Bring each word to life
like a spiritual dove
alighting upon me,
like a flaming tongue.
Taught by the living God
is what they will say.
I praise your wondrous name!
Kim Rodrigues © 2016
BACK TO NATURE – JOURNAL XVII
The frogs, the turtles have returned
The river has been cleansed
And I can see some fishermen
Wading out round the bend
Thank heaven those in high places
Have honored their pledge
To clean up our once fair Bawasee
Have brought in a dredge
In these last few I would dredge up my past,
Clean up the errors of years
Be of better vision
Back to nature at last
Hybrid seed planted on rocky ledge
Shallow shoots baring tomorrow's dreams
Sunny vistas lure fragile roots to the edge
Clouded visions hover distilled with availing streams
Prevailing winds scour surface, growing strains hedge
Cool, night air shivers; a paring frost rends fibrous seams
Blighting fears preen stalk but fealty's sustenance cannot dredge
Morn's warming rays on your fortified residual gleams
Smile stirred into shade of sundown,
Mind moderately muse with fancy town.
Anon ascend in morning of mansion's renown,
Cloud covered, converted to dusk from the dawn.
Dredge the ridge of Miraj, in deprivation of inspiration,
Anymore, aught appearance of gart of hallucination.
Feasible unachievable feat, was the resolution,
Got, whether or not, strain to gain'll remain with aspiration.
A step too far, brings right of passage to a ledge
Fluttering at cliff walls, pushing life’s brittle edge
A sheer instinctive thrust, with no trust to pledge
Now or never moment, undermines fear’s wedge
A chick leaps off, flailing frail wings fail to fledge
Featherweight of hope meets a ten-pound sledge
Crashing straight down, no safety net to dredge
Next guy flaps like mad, landing softly in a hedge
under the surface it can't break through
deciphering the codes to get to you
I need a compass, a much better map
is it all lost or can I get back?
yesterday's news, today's headline
the story doesn't die, news at nine
I dredge it up from the bottom of the sea
what does it take, what is it you need?
I can't ease up and won't pull back
tenacity is one thing I don't lack
I fight for things that I believe
and one of them was always you and me
Not for bliss and giggling but rather for wails and tears.
It's ideal to avenge the wrongs! Release all fears.
There is a period for war and harmony. It's time to unwind.
It's suitable for reflecting. Then, flip it all around.
The moment has come to acquire insight. It's time to be wild.
Let's travel exploring and sight what we can dredge!
Yet, time is expiring. Today is the day.
Specify what we'll do before we fly.
Brains
He uttered as he leapt at me
I need to feed so set me free
Let me plunder and pillage
Just like the living
Raid their homes and destroy their village
Brains
He said as his eyes pleaded
It's what I want it's what's needed
To give me powers to stalk for hours
To kill my prey by night and by day
Brains
He spoke better yet demanded
As he jumped from the ledge and upon roof landed
To you I pledge forgive me now
And your past i will not dredge.
Living proof of what lies ahead
Into the darkness of the dead
For every breath that one must take
Endless lines attending wakes
Begin to age at time of birth
Evokes the misery without the mirth
Generates souls bound for hell
Every time another fell
Tasting dementia of the vile
Seeds the bitter with the bile
Dredge the moat around Hell’s gate
Equal the sum of all he hates
Attach the wires that guide the strife
Take the swig of liquid life
Hacking the wrists with a knife.
I try to see your logic. I try to see your thoughts.
But my mind can’t make those bridges to the place
where your evil lurks.
You confuse the water. You confuse the flow
Natures most clear route of life transformation and
you make it wonder where to go.
You are the opposite of all things that I choose to know.
You dredge the lowest gutters of where a human soul
could go.
You sell the soul of your country, you monetize a human
soul. You confuse the water, you confuse the flow.