Short Padding Poems
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Politics produces
perplexing paradigms:
people participate,
prefer partisan packs,
push personalities
padding pockets, preclude
peaceable principles.
Categories:
padding, political,
Form:
Pleiades
Simple is the crux of good design
Yet complexity is the path
One must follow to start with.
Only then is revealed
How to simplify,
Stripping away
The padding
To gist,
Crux
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21 April 2017
Categories:
padding, change, education,
Form:
Nonet
Cats sleep curled around themselves.
Dogs may sleep on their backs,
paws softly padding the air.
People sleep like children,
their timeless dreams
revealing
when they were born
and when they will die.
Categories:
padding, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Oh lonely Inevitable Bear,
Padding claws, death in white
Sorrow in recurring nightmare
Instinct’s test; fight or flight?
Camouflage against the fence,
A challenge; my subconscious fear
Ominous slowly moving silence,
“Let me in, there’s a bear out here!”
Categories:
padding, adventure, allegory, angst, animal, child, childhood, confusion,
Form:
Verse
Blue sky , Summer sun
Soft moist air , fresh from meadows fair
Towering black clouds, gathering in crowds
Sheets of grey , torrential rains
Soft padding feet , water flooding the streets
Water, Earth and sky , a natural high
Summertime sun , summertime fun
Categories:
padding, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
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Superstition sizzles;
Black cat on the prowl
Shutters swiftly close as
Wind begins to howl.
Padding down the alley
At the dead of night
Slinking round the corner
Poised to give a fright.
Blending into darkness
But for emerald eyes
Black cat wears the perfect
Halloween disguise.
13.10.20
Halloween Meow Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Categories:
padding, cat, halloween,
Form:
Rhyme
The apartment leaks footsteps,
it’s hard to avoid their featherweight padding.
Fabric and pith teach
walls how to speak;
fragmented recordings
that always threaten to utter
something intelligible.
Ears question,
closed eyes grope for answers.
They abide --- the indwellers,
they nightly rearrange,
whatever you thought was yours
as you daydream of being real.
Categories:
padding, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Falling, swirling, drifting down,
softly padding to the ground,
gently settling all around,
hushing, hushing every sound.
Piling, rising, mounding deep,
leveling burrows, sloping steep,
wrapping nature in her sheath,
quieting, stilling life beneath.
Gentle whisper, everywhere,
breath of heaven, angel's prayer,
quietly resting on the trees,
bringing nature to her knees.
Categories:
padding, nature, snow,
Form:
Rhyme
The apartment leaks footsteps.
Ghosts avoid their featherlight padding.
They dwell in the fabric and pith,
teaching the walls to speak;
fragmented recordings
always threatening to utter
something intelligible.
Who are they, what are they?
Such questions
only arise under closed eyes.
They abide
they arrange and restore
whatever you thought was yours
as you dream of being real.
Categories:
padding, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
The padding of my feet on the road that is my mind
I continue the attempt to outrun my problems
However the shadow that is them catches up to me
Harder and harder is it to escape these demons
I'm being sucked in to a mental dungeon
I need a release
Blood rushes to my head and I become dizzy
There is no place to go now
We've hit a dead end
Here it comes......
There's no turning back now
Categories:
padding, absence, deep, emotions, life, me,
Form:
Free verse
He's like a ship I keep trying to sail-
across an ocean that soaks me in fear.
Holding my fear in his hands,
as if his hands were my fear.
Stepping in front of me like a shield,
pressing back the waves so my skin could dry.
Never wrapping his lips over the sharp points with a kiss,
as if it were all the padding I needed.
Instead, he lines our shoulders, side by side.
So our feet face the same direction.
His hands set sail
without keeping me.
Categories:
padding, inspiration, love,
Form:
Free verse
All is not poetry, I tell myself:
then relapse into rhyme
without reason—season
outside of season; for again
I imagine blossoms in winter,
snow that is warmly cold,
nuggets of 24k caresses
gems of crystal fire--
In my heart, for the umpteenth time,
I am a bedazzled knight
and prominent king--
My personal war of roses
and rainbows;
for while many may condemn me
to a cell of practical padding
I think God and the angels
at their best
are crazy in kind….
Categories:
padding, art, humorous, imagination, poetry, poets, romantic, writing,
Form:
Free verse