Short Padding Poems

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...

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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....

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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!”...

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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...

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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.

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Halloween Meow Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke...

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In the crisp days of autumn
hot breezes mute his distant bark:
the happy wanderer's song sung
from his old canine heart.

The autumn hunt is on.  He'll be
padding his way back to me
with a drowned duck in his strong
jaws--or, maybe not.

His eyes moist with vitality
will greet me from his trail. Add
more to this great joy--I'll see
the wagging of his tail....

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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....

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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....

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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....

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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...

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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....

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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…....

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