Short Plodding Poems
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Dinosaurs-A Triceratops
by Rick Rucker
A triceratops,
Plodding along so slowly,
Suddenly he stops
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.
hazy memory recalls
muffled, echoing footfalls,
and, even a rat can learn,
just as I, again, discern,
plodding down cold empty halls,
stuck inside life's unseen walls,
"oh no, another wrong turn".
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
Sorrow draws its own heart
Out a pool, stagnant.
Quail-tracked this quag around
Hear its plodding sound.
Gladness, from out sunned airs'
Vital-zephyr flows.
Finch-traced this field about
Hear its zealous shout.
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?
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.
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.
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
Hakuna metata
In the fields
of broiling air
plump lambs gambol.
The daytime star
smiles and whirs;
a lone tortoise toils
in plodding rhythm.
His docile baritone sings
the timeless chorus
“Hakuna metata!”
to fretting lions
who grapple tousled
and tangled.
Camaro
Sleek, fast
Racing, flirting, streaking
Sexy, fine, cumbersome, chunky,
Plodding, plugging, inching,
Serviceable, dependable
Minivan
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
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.
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
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...
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
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?
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
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.
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!
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
.
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.
.
plodding footsteps respect no rhythm
life’s forward tilt, a sneer
what passes for ho or hum
sucks the vigor from its beer
but complaints wear out
a million frowns
and peeves are hope upside down
So, on they trudge, footsteps plodding
scuff life's wedding gown
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
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