Short Dredging Poems
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Were the world a colossal sifter
dredging the landscape of toxins …
Could you contemplate existence worry-free?
droll dragon’s drastic dragnet drizzles droopily
dreaming drones drudge dripping drops of drizzle
dredging and drenching dragon’s drastic dragnet
droll dromedary drives drooping dragnet’s drums
Dredging Trump and Hedging
For things about Trump did start dredging;
As usual his supporters had been hedging;
Is dimwitted;
Be committed;
Always doing bad things are all allegedly.
Jim Horn
dredging of the mind
banishing demons
new awareness
birth of a revolution
prismatical mirroring
of hope
tempting yet repelling
shades of deep winter
looming and crouching
hibernating for a
blissful spring
Form:
S himmering girth cloaking my footsteps
H ologram dredging my fleeting essence
A bridging lines covering time and space
D iminishing returns of temporal being
O utline coarsely cloning my dimensions
W ispy figment mocking my visual acuity
Romanticism Romance - A Didactic Cinquain
Romance
Sentimental, torrid
Adventuring, dredging, wooing
Ever so medieval
Romanticism
12/14/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
written in poetry form Didactic Cinquain
I walk fast
but I act slow
Just as my emotions come over me;
Thick waves that take their time
To blot out my sunlight.
Out in my endless oceans
I’m dredging up ‘happiness’
But the word is blurry
Underwater—
Its meaning fades beneath layers of algae
Source undistinguishable.
Fable
Bloody Bond
Feeble pledge
Far sighting the bogus Lustre
Drenched in thoughts
Wrenching out words
With ideas in the trench
He was a wreck
Dredging in the mud
Wearing his other face
Facing his tomorrow
Fencing his fears
Benching all odds
In a world of doubt
Presence
When I reminisce
My hippocampus feels as if it’s been kissed
But dredging for when
Sigh I’m so far from zen
Lusting to know
What’s behind that door
Freeing my soul
Will be next years goal
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“How was your day”
He felt dismayed
Dreading up the past
when the past has left us behind
Dredging up the past
when it insists on being left buried
Fledgling future is waiting to be born
when death refuses to let go of life's big toe
Pledging the future to be more forgiving
when memory works all to well for the living.
the thunder speaks with its loud voice
a lightning flash answers its call
the rain pours down, sheets of pain
its not cleansing, its just wet
each lightning streak flashes a memory
each thunder clap imparts a fantasy
dredging it up from that hidden place
but its just a storm and you're still gone
Wham! That music is dainty.
But the bass drum gives it a kick.
Such tympanic contrast.
A tasteful tune with a rap,
such a whack, such a wallop.
Memory can tease, torture,
create that tasteful tune
while dredging up a thought
of something better not called back,
to avoid such a whack, such a wallop.
(29 Dec 2023)
conscientious today
sharing my poetic light
penning my very first wonderful kerf
figuring out a way
to pen my unique insight
confidence shaken by blue papa smurf
in the manner of Joyce
there is a smile on my face
skating across ice as snow bunnies surf
dredging up my own voice
winning this poetic race
sliding into home as others windsurf
conscientious today
sharing my poetic light
penning my very first wonderful kerf
figuring out a way
to pen my unique insight
confidence shaken by blue papa smurf
in the manner of Joyce
there is a smile on my face
skating across ice as snow bunnies surf
dredging up my own voice
winning this poetic race
sliding into home as others windsurf
Going Backwards
Like wet wood
The stance I took
I must have lost
To the leftovers
The flood drowned
In stench rotten carpets
That stole the smell
Of the family home
I torched the bed of the front room
No 1 wishes to sleep in
For fear of ghost's
New sheet's can't cover
From the undiscovered
Truth no 1 dare speak of
For dredging up the past
AWAKE IN LONG BEACH
awaiting the perk
from freshly brewed java
the lull in gull squabble over
a tide dredging up debris
blemishing beach
husband and wife
skiffs passing in night
each wake muster
“good morning”
sugar black coffee
crack boiled eggs
never a smile
their chink in armor
invisible
amour not at all
what it’s cracked up to be
On its plinth, behushed, at hall's end
Beneath clock, coaxed backwards
Privet-pungent, in its own
Sighed out thin light's regard.
At day's sagging end, dredging up
More dust, shuffling, each nears
Its emotional-responsive charge.
As with priest's holy fears.
Filling up for yore, propelled rough
Perpetual mud, that was
So light held what were golden times!
So thoughtless, a gemmed mass.
permanence is fleeting til the morrow
perpetrating and dredging up sorrow
circumstance proposes to all that follow
the kaleidascope of my mind entertains fans
to all those who want to peek into the show
i say come on in bring the whole clan
but be warned the only light is from my glow
the stadium is dirty from the last hoorah
the waves of love shown me affect my karma
crashing down my senses to your level
I heard a cleanly, fouled dredging
When I thought of the clean heart
When I thought of the clean heart
The fresh friend finishing
The groomed gut gargling
As of someone gently refinishing, refinishing
Deep into that darkness open
My mind always strays to furnishings
The groomed green-ware giving
The textiles came outliving
Covering me partially
Oh! God my house and heart filthy, dirty Lord God give me a clean heart
4/19/19
Sunlight faintly broke through the clouds
Waves churned with loud clangor on the sea
Fog flowed in a winding river down to the shore
I was lost in pensive thoughts, toes dredging sand
I was lost in pensive thoughts, toes dredging sand
Fog flowed in a winding river down to the shore
Waves churned with loud clangor on the sea
Sunlight faintly broke through the clouds
August 14, 2020
Mirror Mirror Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Lawless
Dredging Thoughts
Written: by Tom Wright
February 2015
On the river of life
Of late I’m dredging,
Thoughts from aged sand;
My mind, like a bottle,
That suddenly came uncapped,
Pours forth long disregarded contents,
From when life was good,
And mostly pleasing,
Things thought heretofore
Forever trapped, I’m finding,
Was just capture and liberate;
The older I get, the more I have to remember,
And the less I retain.
Tom
A depersonalized holocaust slowly proceeds
Under convertible assuaged currency
Separate disparate lives, anonymous dredging
Tear against the land, air, and crawling
Human hands finalized the creed
Scourging banks to let the biosphere bleed
Recognizing no natural dignity
Expect that converted into commodified property
Distraction allows us to peel away
Taking the mind narrower still
And filling the void with caramelized exchanges
Simply look away
The slave servitude continues