Short Paddles Poems
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You came into this world with such a tendresse,
when I held you, my arms became your anchor, now,
is the heartbeat that paddles you away from my coast
a lifetime journey, a dreamer duelist to grow.
Life, a shaking boat
in the ocean of living....
you alone can handle it.
when the shakes becomes overwhelming...
give some one your paddles...
and you end up
up side down
in the ocean of living....
Blue birds hide in the radiant orange flowers
protected from the long soft showers
Stems peek out from the shade of the large paddles of leaves
The Bird of Paradise is most brilliant flower I have ever perceived
HAPPY FUNNY PADDLE Baby Boy -
I love my baby
He is nurtured and happy.
He has funny hands
And tiny amazing fingers
He paddles; I feel happy
4/7/19
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2019 ©
In the pale mist of dawn, a rower glides quietly
across a creamy, yellow lake in a golden glow.
An ethereal fog settles dreamily over the waters
as muted paddles create rippled works of art.
Written on 3/3/2016
Success paddles forth on a teak-crafted boat,
God’s blessings now shine in a glow to adore.
Your foes only watch as your fortunes take note,
Your blessings now match every sand by the shore.
God made you a beacon of love evermore.
She is the river
He paddles in mystic ways
Slowly, Quietly
Siren current draws him in
He wants to know no other.
(January 21, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
dark morning Springtime
before wild best friends wallows
rabbits and squirrels play
~
day grand afternoon
an active pigeon paddles
whiles splashing in pond
5/18/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Swan Song
I slid silently past
soft silenced down
laid in rest
amid fresh sprouted grasses
no viewing hours posted
only the few drifters
heads bowed
paddles idled
an homage
to nature’s beauty
spent.
John G. Lawless
5/28/2017
Puffy white clouds
Like pieces of
Floating cotton
Shifts silently across
the blue sky
Birds of morning
Sing songs in the
distance
Fish swim in crystal water
River flows gently
Fisherman paddles
a canoe
Here I sit
Nature and I
Here is the sea of sorrow,
Where people need to borrow
Boats of hope and paddles of reason.
To the land of nowhere thought
Our dreams try to flee,
But we keep stopping them
With fragments of redundancy
From very small entropies
That populate our minds.
Row your boat
gently
and find yourself
in a dream..
going with
the flow..
effortlessly..
paddles stowed
singing of a dream..
then of a sudden
singing As a dream..
recognizing now
boat and paddles
stream and you
are the dream..
Who is dreaming...?
Spontaneity..
The wind paddles
Rotating in a gentle wind
Seem as time wheel until
We recognize: There is
Spontaneity on display in the
Paddle and wind and sunshine..
Spontaneity introduces
No-thing as that which
Appears in this small
Episode out of time...
I hear bird like voices in his kitchen.
Imagine gulls nesting on counter-tops.
He's gone to Wisconsin
for the ice-fishing
but his radio plays on.
Sounds are snowing in his apartment,
melting ice puddles slosh.
Today, fish-bubbles surface
on frosted windows.
The radio paddles around -
squawks on.
The ice has boiled over,
sludge trudge paddles its way
through the muddy day.
Willow trees dream in the melt,
we open windows
to watch the damp sky dry.
Child-hearts are lifting,
their small boats
turning to great sailing ships
for the survivors of sadness.
Wave we as the world passes by.
Fly a flag and be.
In vast realm between both false realities
efforts of a strained bowel movement collapse
like the arithmetic dreams of abacus beads.
Arthritic persistence contemplates procrastination
while stillborn attempts at cleverness
seem to flicker as defibrillator paddles exchange electrons.
You can’t revive what wasn’t alive.
Cocktails at Seven
Stand I
grinning like a second-rate
comedian, conversation wafting
over and about my see-through
discomfort.
Dancing tongues skip
subject-to-subject, inoculating
lulls like EMT’s
ready with the paddles.
I am here
next to my wishing star
on the brink of coming in
on a double dutch jump.
Kathryn McL. Collins
©November 8, 2011
The Duke and the Dauphin
two snake-oil salesmen in 'Huck Finn'
chased by folks brandishing paddles with nails
ridden plum out of the county on a rail...
Joseph R. Biden and Donald J. Trump
peddling their rancid cologne to the masses
Such a pair of stubborn mules, those two
Let's stick their dunderheads in fertilized mule-asses
Cold water lapping
Quiet barking and a quick
Splash out near the bay
Songbird in brisk rain
Perched under a broken branch
Nest in tree hollow
Floating atop it
Our paddles swept through the lake
A budding blossom
Blushing and a chill
Moon wane and dragonfly hiss
Step on Winter cress
Red fox hunts in reeds
Swimming after a small mouse
Sky is clear and bright
my heart
beats softly
for thee and
for thee beats
broken beating
slower and slower
i've flat lined______
paddles
charged
clear
electricity spike
milligan for a millisecond
_______________________
wait a minute begin again Finnegan
wake
to find
my friends
in rhyme not
rhythm sitting in
with the heavenly band
but not one knows a single note_______
Form:
In buttercup waves she paddles,
On dove wings her kisses are
Dandelion clock gossamer, sweet lipped
Bee stings timidly tickle.
On emerald lawn she wonders,
Eyes azure, bright reflect,
Memory clouds, teased thoughts,
Cotton candy strands unraveling.
On brushed sand she dwindles,
Camera-lensed, grown focus brings
Delighted large-smiles, like heaven,
Forever heals the day.
City centre water bender
bind it not make it hinder
puzzled boats lacking thoughts
paddles muddle thrine cuddle
leaving behind all the huddle
must i speak or forever keep
such beauty can never weep
doth thou art history
still remains mystery
shrined still flickery
observed by human unusually
to love and pass all boundary
by boat by last its Venice
doth mess with Denice
Drift a small boat with two paddles
In the sky above
Swiftly passes by the lake surface
A frightened swan
Clear blue sky painted with
The green mountains
All the beautiful scene is
Taken by the still water
Waveless lake shapes like a mirror
With countable fish swimming
In clear water
On the sandbank by the river
White birds take a leisurely perch thereon
Look like you
Look like me
Rowing with golden paddles
The water glides with quiet grace
Ripples shimmer like scattered diamonds
Smooth sailing with no thought of Winter
Summer forgets by design
Winter does not ask permission
Ripples stiffen into chop
Chop grows into waves
Winter crashes like a wild tsunami
Blanketing Fall in a cold grey hush
A long hibernation of silence
Until we paddle out and meet again
My heart can’t contain you
And all that is new
I suffer this pain though
I allowed it to grow
I reach in the shadows
But can’t find the paddles
I feel I would drown
But you peered around
I’m not lost, I’m found
Your strength is profound
It holds me together
And loves me forever
My life it needs truth
To be shown what is due
And loving and true
I’m consumed now by you
Written 10/21/20