Short Ledges Poems
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From upon a ladder’s high ledges
It’s time to trim up the edges
Each critical slice
Makes topiary nice
And forms the most pleasing hedges
Living along the ledges,
life is about the edges
The meaning sharpens and cuts
—the higher you go
(Bryn Mawr College: August, 2014)
Reflections of life gently flows
Time removes rough edges
A sigh;
There is continuance from throes
Water goes from ledges
To fly.
Edward J Ebbs - 03/06/2015
Written for a Contest, MEMENTO OF WATERS
Sparkling, breathtakingly.
A luxurious view.
On cliff ledges who lodge them
May not think as you do!
Of million dollars worth.
When kestrel, when falcon
Is for no outstretched claw to claw's
Money exchange called on?
Gothic creatures of old
gaze down from their ledges
glaring at unseen threats.
Grotesque legends of stone
garner my attention
garish symbols ward off
ghoulish evil demons.
Written on 11/30/2016
Pleiades
to see hawthorn on the Summer hedges
bluebirds on the ledges of the low lying sill
near the old cotton mill
bird song fills the air, chirping cheeping, caterpillars creeping.,
through the leaves of green
glistening in the summer sun.
I rode a painful trail,
because not doing so curtailed
Biting hard on Areion’s bit,
all else in life assailed
With blinders on I forged ahead,
whose route my will complied
Its ledges steep, all fear below
—my destiny astride
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019)
Grandeur
And sovereignty
Poetic splendor wide
Lofty red canyon craters locked
Deep inside the ledges realm your eyes drop
Through colored portals steep to hide
The grace of this treasure
Timeless in its
Grandeur
December 2, 2019
A Red-Letter Day Rictameter Poetry Contest
Sponsored by William Kekaula
To everything..
Turn, turn, turn
Standing upon this ledges edge
Uncovered as peering amid
The city lights below
Biopsies water colours..
Moments splashed about
This vestige of neons
Dissecting organisms hues called life ?
Time, seeking purlieu sorties
Reasons incised..
Lifted from the palette
Of brushed; their rhyme.
M orning sun rises in multicolor splendor
O ver snow covered high crimson peaks
U nder speckled sky thin clouds saunter
N ever tired of flowing the stream speaks
T o the rock ledges in continuous murmur
A t the valley base lies the mysterious mist
I nside it hides the trees and their treasure
N ature awaits you to see what you missed.
As absorbed in the ember
A scape
Bill in towers crashing
Ledges shelter
Hatred in angst and ignorance
The feign of time
A contemplation to end
Resume history
Well and fear my quill?
Was suffering the necessity?
Time was not
Only in the morrows mourns
Heft of pen
Empty gadgets
Science finished
The subject closed
Fide et amore
See the pretty snowflakes
Falling from the sky;
On the wall and housetops
Soft and thick they lie.
On the window ledges,
On the branches bare;
Now how fast they gather,
Filling all the air.
Look into the garden,
Where the grass was green;
Covered by the snowflakes,
Not a blade is seen.
Now the bare black bushes
All look soft and white,
Every twig is laden,
What a pretty sight!
Old sentries standing guard for centuries
Exposed rocky ledges staring outward
Like true natives with rugged determination,
Nature's hieroglyphics in emerald green
Reflect gold splintered sparkling gems
High above savage river's ragged edges,
Far below the sounds of rapids whooshing
Unaware the circling echo of eagle overhead.
written February 13, 2022
10.30.19
Suicide is real
Anxiety
Building up
Crushing
Desires of
Ever existing
Feeling like a
Gnat
Hoping they’d see me.
Invisible
Junkie
Knives call me,
Ledges scream
My
Name
Oh, come swallow these
Pills. Having no
Qualms about living.
Ropes around my neck
Slipping
Through the cracks
Useless
Varmint
With flaws on
Xerox
You’ve counted me as
Zero
Blistering thunder
Cracking asunder
Craters form
High ground being torn
Its ledges are sharp
Concealed in the dark
The rain blows in gales
—ancient prophecy hails
Blistering thunder
Fate pulls you under
Vows you made
Point straight to your grave
Death’s legions await
You fall through its gate
Your last moment burned
—no more chances to learn
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)
The gray granite outcroppings loom
masticated mountains blasted yet brazen.
Their jagged ledges and softer heights
topped with rust brown and burnt orange maples.
Fog distances them
softens them
as they seem to overlap
Recede ..into semi transparent wash
like the edges of a tissue paper collage.
Each layer seeming to de compose
into the next each symmetrically
more exquisite than the next…
Sitting here sipping upon a monster's energy drink
Trying to clear my mind that perhaps the fog shall lift
Her palette may appear this verse an image, something ?
Short nights long days still walking through yesteryears haze..
Upon a train unto nowhere at least within this life I would wish
Here, amid a world without inspiration ? Winding staircases rising
Towards empty ledges her paradox; vertigo's revolving doors bizarre.
Form:
Redeeming Faith in God
Redeeming Faith – quiet companion of Hope
Steps out on ledges where we fear to go;
Embraces doubt on stumbling feet –
Strong arms of the Covenant - now complete.
A light through the valley where shadows gather;
Arms wide open lead to Son, Spirit, Father;
Sends up shooting stars with blazing light -
Strength in weakness – a nova so bright.
6-23-20
Contest: Let the Pens Flow - Rhyme
Jenish Somadas
Sky feelings
gently traveling
past rainbow ledges
away from tall grasses
that smile at the ruffling.
Sky feelings floating
past majestic oak trees, the
keepers of the aged secrets,
champions of the forest,
Sky feelings, approaching the
fragile, dainty flowers
who rapidly conjure up their own
unique feelings
Sky feelings, looking for a naïve or mushroom,
who can retain the peace they
were asked to bring to
the meadow.
At the mountains in its span
in transition snow and landscape.
Night is dying with a lantern
at the rising reddish sun.
Shaky ledges, toppled boulders,
reminiscent of the arcades –
chasm and charming below cascades
free as life, beyond borders.
Edge of granite cliff is stern,
shy is at it growing fern
and the vivid new grass sprouted.
With a new life nature bursts,
myriad forms quench the thirst.
Song of nature is life bounded.
As water rushes the river rock,
smoothing out the rough, sharp edges,
she dangles sun soaked legs from the dock,
while admiring the mountain ledges.
Smoothing out the rough, sharp edges,
borrowing innocence from bygone times,
while admiring the mountain ledges,
she toe taps her harmonic rhymes.
Borrowing innocence from bygone times,
she dangles sun soaked legs from the dock.
She toe taps her harmonic rhymes,
as water rushes the river rock.
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To everything turn, turn, turn ~
Standing upon the ledges edge; uncovered
As peering about her city lights below?!
Gathering in biopsies water colours
Moments splashed atop their vestige be neons
Dissecting organisms called life; time
Seeking purlieu sorties reasons incised!?
Lifted, from his palette of brushed; this rhyme....
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.."SwitchBlade" *
Form:
Dare tread
Narrow
Treacherous way
Up hill, easy to miss
Through thorn bushes and weeds, a trail
to risk.
Few dare
Hardly a trace
Upon precarious maze
Through a wilderness, virgin land
A place.
Unsafe
Upon ledges
Of rock hard surfaces
Steep climb, uneven, dangerous
Terrain.
Leading
To high country
where trees are evergreen
And lakes mirror slopes, tapestry
Serene.
By CarolineCecile
Copyright © 07.24.11
I’ve left it on rock ledges
elevators and bars
Taxicabs, backpacks
and motorcycles far
It sat on the Great Wall
as I walked away
And fell out of the raft
in Wyoming that day
It flew on the airplane
after I’d gotten off
Spending two days in Key West
Fedex as the cost
It’s kept me in touch
that’s important I know
But the voice it records into words
— much more so
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)
My Cell Phone Voice Recorder
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To everything turn, turn, turn ~
Standing upon this ledges edge; uncovered
As peering amid the city lights below?!
Gathering in biopsies water colours....
Moments splashed upon the vestige of neons
Dissecting organisms called life; time
Seeking purlieu sorties reasons incised!?
Lifted from the palette of brushed; this rhyme....
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...."SwitchBlade" ~
Form: