Short Gondola Poems

Fire above my head
Standing on air life’s simple
From the gondola


By Robb A. Kopp...

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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....

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A gondola ride
Suns warmth, waters glistening
While softly I smile
Your melodious whispers
Freeing butterflies in me...

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last night it rained hard in the gondola— I had no umbrella...
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New Monoku
April 3, 2016...

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If this be the sweep of Venice
Where gondola cradles
Love’s tryst--
Then lilt I shall on ride’s glazed ease 
As stars flood magic spells--
Bewitched!


Contest for Memento Of Waves
Carly Lalion
8 Mar 2015
Visual #2...

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Mesmeric gondola ride
Hypnotic lull 
Water barely moving
Dipping and dripping
With barely a sound
Beauty of silence
Gently trailing my fingers under the water
Utterly relaxed
Luxuriating in God’s beauty
Italy’s loveliness
Coaxing me into a gentle nap...

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Gliding on moonlit waves
Gold filters through row boat,
Gondola twirls…it’s song
Gently romancing hours .
Guitar plays lovers’ dream,
Gay the breaths of passion
Glossing canoe’s night sail !


Pleiades G : Kim Merryman
12`01`2016
checked at www.howmanysyllables .com
and Webster's dictionary...

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Moonlight
hits my face
like some soft
low pressure
water conserving
shower head
And I dance
in its spray
thinking of
pure lunacy,
Wishing I could
tug moonbeams
straight into my pores
And then,
I watch
myself floating
along in a gondola
holding stars in my hand
I light our way
through a puzzling
but beautiful
labyrinth of feelings...

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The clear sounds seep out of my viola
The orchestra croons, as if notes could speak
Of love found through rides in a gondola
Of love broken in a rash fit of pique
Many parts breathe as one, led by one thought
And all who can hear are in our sounds caught
The dead say what we know, and though they reek
We're gladly theirs, for such beauty all seek...

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Lovers gather, yelling "carpe diem"
Lovers kiss, living with totem
Lovers fall, counting walls
Lovers forget, crushing falls.

Love birds chirping as one
Under a tree skipping one by one
Above the bassinet where cuckoos nests
Below the cradle are loving breasts.

Rush to me and sail with me
On a gondola in Venice we flee
Gaping romanticism in idealism
Dying dualism without ostracism....

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Paris today, Venice tomorrow
   If I'm out of cash, I'll borrow

The Arc de Triomphe and Louvre
   The Gondola metropolis
I'll sample every famous
   Continental megalopolis

Stroll the Champs-Elysees
   Marvel at glass-blown finery
Smile at the Mona Lisa
   Take a tour of a winery...

And when it all has been discussed
    poured over, digested
Without you there to share it
      'Twas for naught
~ A full refund I've requested...

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Her Red coloured dress resembled
a Venetian house
which lay besides the gondola
in an unrealized dream
as the Gondola retreated
through the hazy eyes of the canal
the house kept on getting bigger
painting one part of the lake 
with a mixed coating of 
the red
and the green accumulated piece
of the ubiquitous waters
but still red was the colour
green was the envy

she was herself
with the poets
while a poet
let one more dream die...

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I believed you would come today
I filled the pen full with blue ink
gold was coming into the grey
preparing the ground for the pink

you love, I knew, the iambic
with the rhythmic sounds of tabla
in the green field two spotted chicks
In the blue lake, a gondola

somehow the clouds wished otherwise
shortly it filled the blue again
saddening was collapsing highs
the pen sick in a severe pain

hopes often must sit on a dew
unaware of the red hot hues...

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Have you ever ridden in a balloon on the air?

Oh, how I remember the quiet there.

As on the currents of wind we were borne

Watching the sun rise, as from the horizon it was torn.

Riding on nature's majesty...with nary a care.



Passing o'er the desert with all its splendor

Riding the gondola, the true "Air Bender".

Seeing the hills alight with the morning sun

Carefree, quiet, having such fun.

Memories of when our hearts were young and tender....

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