Short Plodding Poems

Dinosaurs-A Triceratops
by Rick Rucker

A triceratops,
Plodding along so slowly, 
Suddenly he stops
...

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Each morning without fail,
I see my little,brown-shelled snail,
Plodding along with his home on his back,
Leaving a long, tiny, silver track,
I think he likes blazing a trail....

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the wind
breathes harshly
against my tired face

it tells me I'm finished but I keep going
on -- plodding, plodding 
onward into its mocking belly

if you're not moving forward in life
you're moving backward...

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Life must be traveled with faith in tomorrow,
Though we can't be certain tomorrow will be.
There will be days we'll be plodding in sorrow,
But just as certain, some sunshine we'll see.
Accepting it all, will you travel with me?...

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boldly rushing and retreating,
plodding in and withdrawing,
unsure making up its mind,
pushing and then hesitating;

in the end nothing remains
of its brief, sorry existence,
but for the noise it created
with no difference made....

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Sun setting
sunflower growing wings
flying toward the pinkish horizon
praying for the warmth that it may bring
Sun rising
sunflower plodding back to its plot
flashing its great yellow lion mane
smiling to the yellow children 
at a bus stop in the rain....

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His ponderous stature often mistaken for apathy
he patiently bore the feeble lash upon his thick hide,
plodding in the peaceful gait of his pachyderm ancestry.


Tongue Twister Line: Patiently the ponderous pachyderm plodded in peaceful apathy.

11/15/2016...

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Camaro
                                Sleek, fast
                       Racing, flirting, streaking
                 Sexy, fine, cumbersome, chunky,
                    Plodding, plugging, inching,
                     Serviceable, dependable
                               Minivan...

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Lance Out I Strike With Line LICKETY SPLIT GIDDY UP HORSE


L-   Lingeringly lively
I-   Instants in a jiffy
C-  Chop-chop
K-  Kwikly plodding
E-  Expeditious struck wit whip
Y-  Yippee ki-yay, giddy up horsey 


04/08/18  2018©

For contest Lickety Split
Sponsored by : Debbie Guzzi...

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The estrangement of
a cruising day,
plodding onto the 
dormant senses.

Ancestral musings
strewn with monotonous
contours, 
faded into crevices 
of streaming melancholy.

Smudged against the
sugary tea,
dripping hair,
soiled feet,
the erroneous space between,
the cuckoo sang 
better....

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There’s something stagnant in the day’s slow heat
It lies unnoticed by plodding feet

The air is there, though somewhat near
Hanging loosely in abated fear

But upon the wall the magpie sits
No scream or shout, but passing flits

Electric buzz of the cold hard screen
Reminds once more of what has been...

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We, the Arcane, plod along,
Our faith keeps us strong,
If folk listen to us,
There'd be Peace, no fuss,
Far better than a bomb,
Prayers unite with aplomb,
Peace now! Damn right!
No need to get uptight,
Cost annihilation,
Faith leads liberation,
our faith keeps us strong,
Humans, plodding along......

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Unhurried, loose, easy 
Meandering, forlorn pathway 
Nightfall, greatness
Scenes, unfurl in obsess
Strolling byway, late day sounds
Dazzling splendors surround 
Among squeaking treetops crowned 
Seeing falling leaves, flicking 
Glimmering mist, crickets ticking 
With heavy steps, leisurely, plodding...

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why does the wind whisper
foreboding?
and the sky bid gloom upon me
though the sea has no love either
she holds back the ill tide of noon
warns me to seek high ground soon
though the earth tells me neither
of the flower embraced bee
still I wonder as I am plodding
why does the wind whisper foreboding?...

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From a homemade
golden pen you went on
exploring,
the young erotica.
It was a moment of
the funeral, plodding
through the extinct memories
of misadventures.
Time had stood still
on the sea of faces.
The great wall of frozen
dreams brings a chill
in blazing sun of enigma.

A bridge becomes a
derived fossil !


Satish Verma...

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Chuckling coy damsels lurked behind iron curtains,
   And eyed the prodding boys in the plodding streets,
   Hunting hearts, beat when love is in the air,
   And consummated by the raging fire of passion,
   Colliding and swelling mounds of groundbreaking motion,
   Shielding and shedding the core coiling emerging
   volcanoes,
   A testimony to gyrating and spinning sinful
   world....

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I never wear slippers,
Though most people do;
I don't feel in need of
An in-the-house shoe.

When plodding around,
My feet often go bare
Or they're covered with socks
Which, in winter, is fair.

Though slippers look cozy,
They aren't for me
And that's just the way
That I want it to be.

We each have our preferences - 
Thus, I suppose,
If you happen to visit,
Expect to see toes!...

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Death you are a mystery profound
Different stories about you abound

You are most feared of all 
For you whole world is small

You are impeccable, immaculate at work
Plodding incessantly never you shirk

You are sudden, silent and quick
At opportune time lives you pick

You painlessly end all earthly life
Putting an end to every life's strife

In reverence, I bow unto you 
Oh Death! None can equal you...

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Hope is a tireless,
wide-eyed toddler
who happily drools 
at the thought of again 
taking tentative 

... steps.


         She sways sideways, 
         reels backwards,
         staggers forward, 
         falls down again
         on bruised 

         ... knees.


Again, she gets up, 
starts walking, plodding,
innocently undaunted, 
fumbling, tirelessly
toddling on tiny 

... feet.

....

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My mortality is speaking
Breaking words over my bed
A cracked ceiling for comfort
Speckled reflections unsaid

My mortality is speaking
Undaunted and unknown
Days numbered for posterity 
Chiseled into nameless stone

My mortality is speaking
Conspicuously confined
Patiently plodding
Stalking a paralyzed mind

My mortality is speaking
Breaking silence with death
Blinking in affirmation
This is my last breath...

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Life not quite simply black and white, my friend.
We wear many hats, chosen at random,
sometimes a saint, at other times a fiend,
as sways fickle attention pendulum,
with unconditional love shown seldom.
Plodding through life, like a dead man walking,
seeing not ego, silently stalking,
we suffer because we choose to suffer,
blocking divine light, within heart glowing,
gift of life ruined in frivolous caper.

03-April-2021...

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deep into ponderance,
not to be confused by predicaments,
pleading and plodding to bring pleasing
where once there was teasing,
the composure overshadows the effort,
so the struggle looks like ease,
onward and onward,
sometimes upward always outward,
ego shrinking the more I grow,
learning and teaching,
wisdom constantly seeking,
fully knowing there is more to know,
chop wood, carry water,
drink wisdom, share hope.
be love....

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I was not sorry to see my heart creep so,

plodding brick elephants of snow,

I was not sorry to see my heart go.


I sent it off my all my might,

rather, it best should have gone

long before daylight,

I kissed it soft as dead flower sewn,

my eyes its eyes,

my song its song,

and never could a move prove wrong,


thus my heart crossed pitiless night,

with swell of glass in art of flight,

I could not mourn to see it go....

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Pep-talking walkers were strutting.
Round ladies were jogging,
strollers pushed by 
the quick and the plodding.
Teenage girls flouncing.
A ball thrown still bouncing.
Kids were shouting,
shouting.
The pond went round and around,
a circle of sound.
They were texting, yelling, tripping.
Kids skipping, noses dripping,
flip-flops scuffing.
Round and round the people went,
while the sky made a big round-eye,
and I feebly clinging
to its edge....

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~ Her special place ~


She searched the woods, the plants, the trees
   sloping riverbanks, fast-flowing streams
Not one's your special place, whispered soft the breeze

O'er rolling meadows, through bush and vine
   up steep mountains, past ibix and ram
O, please, she pleaded, please give me a sign

Daylight waning, plodding home, her face drawn
   when on her landing, an inner light switched on --
"This, my humble cottage" ~ her special place all along...

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