Short Hudson Poems

Destiny


Sun, earthen , moonshine
  Ships, stars , two heavenly arms
Mists on Hudson Bay...

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Bolton's Thomas Cole 
a literary moralising soul
Found painting America so cool
he initiated the 'Hudson' school...

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Rock Hudson and Doris Day, stars way back when
Doris sang like an angel, was in love with her then
Was only a young'un
But wanted to be her hon
As for Rock, I could match him beginning to end...

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Baby feet smell like powders, lotions, and sweet, sweet, newness
	They grow so fast, we harness the growth with shoes, to slow them
	Yet they dance free of restraints, in the soft grassy backyards of spring 
	    
	Sandra Hudson  1/27/2012
	On your feet contest
	by: nette oncloud...

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Home is quiet Hudson Valley apple country just north of the bustling 'Big Apple'.


Newburgh, New York,
65 miles North of New York City

Sandra M. Haight

~2nd Place~
Contest: Where I Live One-Liner
Sponsor: Silent One
Judged: 10/04/2016
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In the nineteen sixties
When we were watching Doris Day
Fall in love with Rock Hudson
There would be a kiss

Then we would see this tempest
Foamy heavy hard waves crashing against the rocks
I thought it meant they jumped into this grayscale sea
I finally learned better yesterday...

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New York City
sparkles in the sunshine
four minute ferry ride
too fast too fast
wish I owned a sailboat to to under bridges up to West Point
Linger in the bay
a long slow aimless journey
along the mighty Hudson round the bend then
to see the city
from Henry Hudson vision
out to sea...

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Ira Earl Hudson

January 6th 1961 - December 20th 2023


VIEWING
Terry's Funeral Home 
2337 N Williams Ave, Portland, OR 97227
Jan 18th, 2024 @ 4:00pm


GRAVESIDE SERVICES
Willamette National Cemetery
11800 SE MT Scott Blvd, Happy Valley, OR 97086
Jan 19th 2024 @ 1:30pm



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just bought three bananas from the corner bodega for a dollar
to send on his way the sweat of a kitchen the immigrant

ducks from hudson almost canada we know our plucks
and the foie gras a science

why me as mostly do not eat meat to over feed the liver
but a kidney I will enjoy with cream and morels....

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Julie Andrews
Eat your heart out
My sound of music
Owns these hills
The pretty painted trees and all
The freedom sloped on every side
The Hudson hovering beyond
These psychedelic theaters that nature cooks by itself
Auf wiedersehen, frauline
These hills are alive with me.

(10/18/14, Poet's Park, Red Hook NY)...

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The man wrote a story called "A Little Local Color"
Excellent tale of New York at the turn of the century
Lived a short but fabulously successful life
He was a man who wrote tale after tale 
Told of  the moods of NYC 
Creating echoes of  Baghdad on the Hudson 
Which will last for countless years
Into the future.........

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Expensive boy toys you kept buying
          All the while to me you were lying
          Though you felt like confection
          Till I found your protection
          And ended your ideas of trying  

         
           Sandra Hudson      1/27/2012
           
           : Sidney ~ LeeAnn
           Valentine Limerick contest...

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I learned to fly
In a box
Zooming up
To my desk
In Tower Two.
And looking down
On planes
Cruising above
The Hudson.
Gazing at
The Statue
On its island
In the Harbor
Or the yachts
In the club
Marina
Down below.
My thoughts
Sailing off
To distant vistas
Never thinking
Of planes
Planning
A future flight
Toward my tower....

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At 12:00
High-Noon
The train
Left New York
For the
Coast

Inside, 
Echoed 
A warning
From a shell
High dry
And remote

In the boxcar ….

“I’ll be back
In the spring
For rebuttal
When the lead
You have now
Is worn thin

“I’ll be back 
for one run 
Up the Hudson
With new oars
Pulling deep
From within”

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)...

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Charred
   Charred
   Remains
   URN Confined
   Purposefully stored
   Thrown sometimes in mindful places
   Like parks, lakes and seashores and even green golf courses
   Returning loved ones to rest where they were happiest and most content, forevermore.





Sandra Hudson  1/20/2012
Last line of 21 syllables seems to exceed the allowed space so last word is underneath....

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Raining today 
   in the big apple 
  Yes, this metropolis is still here 
Despite the 
    fact 
that 
we 
have 
   been attacked 
Yes, the masses of people 
still long to visit 
this "Baghdad on the Hudson"
as O.Henry named it 
It is not Paris, Tel Aviv or London 
But it is the place 
   I call home 
Personally I think this city 
will survive ,flourish and grow...

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New York State- I must claim is the best-
since my birth- still my home- passed the test.
Country life- pure and free
Hudson Valley grants me-
and one hour from that Big Apple zest!


July 17, 2019

Premiere Contest: State Limerick
Sponsor: Kevin Shaw

"Big Apple" is a nickname for New York City.

Syllables: 9,9,6,6,9 

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transformation

pollywogs paddle
about her five year old toes
frogs in the making

summer kissed her cheek
awesome faces peer from leaves
freckles blooming now

at the waters edge
bullfrogs baroom a  mating call
dusk whispers secrets

pie shop sells lemon
apple and boysenberry
poison berry to us

blankets on cool nights
hudson bay soft wooly warm
loons serenade child...

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a love so defiant
so powerful
our embrace caused the Hudson River to go up in flames
as the passion inflamed us
out of fear 
I refer to this obnoxious love in the past tense
my past
too intense
prayer lifted me up to you
just with thought my plan would ricochet 
your English accent caressed my ears that day
the night 
you became my knight
yet here I am
looking for you
searching...

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I got a secret, I ain't supposed to tell, but a secret is made to be told, so what the 
h_ll.  See I heard through the grapevine (when I was pressing some fresh wine)
that Sandra Hudson/Alexandria is brewin' a pot, of delicious witch stew...I know 
how we all love that, both me and you...so lets petition her earnestly to 
pass 'round that big pot, and in honor of Holloween, share what you got!!...

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At odds about the undertakers fees, Mark Twain jeered:
	“There is a system of extortion going on here!” 
	What horrific prices to pay for just a box and hole
	When it's not the body we care about, but the soul! 

This clerihew is derrived from reading Mark Twains views on burying the dead. His only quotation is the second line.  ( Mark Twain and the Carson City Undertaker) - February 1864

Sandra Hudson, 1/18/2012...

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Upstairs there are naked women 
    Believe me - I like that!
This city can eat you alive if you let it
Sexworkers have a terrible time of it 
The lure of porn and prostitution is a part of our metropolis 
     I live on the Island of Manhattan 
Which is an exciting and dangerous place
           as night falls on "Baghdad on the Hudson" 
the demi monde comes to life 
     I have left that world behind me!...

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moon shines over and blows on the hudson
a shimmering ribbon blue white on the chop
a few boats near the shore
magnificent houses in this old town
from time before history
as I sit knees to chin on the church steps
mild early fall moments
music in the air all around
gnarled century trees 
sentinals of farmers, authors and headless men
lovers by the shore have stood beneath them
bathed in the river musk
that carries me now...

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When I was in my teens
Hollywood set the scene;
Powerful producers called the shots
On manufactured landscaped lots,
Adventure,humour excitement
In simple wholsome movie plots-
Hayward and Mature
Wayne & westerns..for sure,
Russell and Marilyn Monroe,
Hope & Cosby.. with miles to go,
Rogers & Astaire,
Hudson & Day with love in the air-
Just to name a few....
Each Saturday standing in a queue..
Awaiting escape ..to somewhere new.
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Two emeralds; copper eyes, fixated on the Atlantic
The Hudson; jades woke by fairies to her feet, so frantic
My view; is vantage, a little island on pillars, so historic
Gotham the east connection; of an oasis oh so prolaphoric
The horse shoe; welcomes performances theatric
Paths of endless connections; made by cobblestone brick
A Metropolis candle; burning at both ends of the wick
Melting pots of humanity; formed, a narrow wax stick...

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