Short Rod Poems
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Conchita Dowser, Water Witch,
Is famous for her willow switch
The water she found
Is all underground
And digging it up is a B itch!
A ram-rod told his riders to
Listen to what he tells them to do
When the cows got away
He told them to stay
So, the rest escaped, oh It's true
Rodman Edward Serling
at Ithaca College tried out for curling
he found he couldn’t sweep for the stone
and decided to write the Twilight Zone
When Does A Rod And Reel Fisherman Catches
Fishermen rod and reel, When placed in the lake catches cat fish?
9/25/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
Hot Rod
Dr. James E. Martin
©January, 2014
His hot rod was way too fast.
His lot was quickly cast.
He felt the need
For continual speed,
No gas station was ever passed.
Curt and Rod were just hanging around..
For they were known as tightwads..
Girls passed on by without a sound.
They stole some money and tripped over a bipod.
Being chased by Clod!
The prospect of losing one's life
Does bring him face to face with God
His soul rejoices on the thought
Soon to hold eternity's rod!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
25 March 2020
Jesus my Scepter
Rod of guidance
My awe-ALL protector
You’re a shelter for me
A shadow from the heat
An ensign for ALL Nations
Hallehjauh
3/11/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Trump and Rod
Trump and many others have trod
While they were in search of a rod
So with competitors could be beating
Instead of it being self-defeating
Prefers women who clothes off shod.
Jim Horn
What’s in a photograph
in reference to time
The events as portrayed
or what they call to mind
Focused on tomorrow,
the picture is lame
Its history frozen
—the future unframed
(Dreamsleep: January, 2022)
Crossing over
into the realm
of non-description
reference and paradigm
sleep alone
Borders falling inward
upon themselves
leaving only what
the mind forgoes
—and the soul forbids
(The New Room: 1-15-2025)
19.12.2020
Even if I wielded a rod
I'm glad
I'm not God
Because I'd mad always be mad
Listening all day
When you confess
Listening all day when you pray
Asking for forgiveness
I wouldn't take it sitting at my throne
All alone
Manipura to Sahasrara the locus, where the throbbing staff of power does focus, suffusing each centre therein with bliss magnetic, is-ness of being-ness vibrant and ecstatic!
Moment to moment
To each bliss throb cognisant
Presence radiant
20-August-2020
Hey Dude,
You’re A Human Lightening Rod
By: Tom Wright
2005
You’ve Studs in your eyebrows, a spike in your hair
Your tongue is pierced causing me to stare.
You resemble a lampshade but give me no fear
At the first sound of thunder, I’m out of here.
Glass Rod
You push me around
with careless hands
like I'm a glass rod
on a wind chime
forcing a word
a tune out of me
as the thin thread
I dangle from wavers
and I hold on
another day
before it breaks
and I detach
from the world I know
crumbling
shattering into pieces
Baby, you're a love song
you're a cigarette
after a real good meal
I'm so in love with you
I'm still turned upside down
Your'e the real deal
I won't attempt to tell them
they won't understand
how you are me
I wish they could feel
how special you make feel
after all this time
They bring their metal steeds
to show or run the 1/4 mile.
Their cars are bright and swift
they make the crowd all smile.
They are from times of old
bright memories they hold !
by Perri Voge
copyrights july 2008
Don’t spare the rod
Without remorse
Strike hard
For every child good there’s one bad
Take no chances
Strike hard
Education must come from above
A swinging stroke
Strike hard
Old decorum a twilight
Duty fading
Strike hard
World now bemused by little Jimmy
Take pleasure
Strike hard
Form:
He wasn't a poet
He didn’t write poems
He didn't use meter
He didn’t use rhyme
He didn't use
The accepted forms
He wasn't a poet
He didn't write poems
Still I wonder
As I sit and write
Or maybe it just was
That he sold more
He was on tv
People knew his name
Maybe he was a poet
Maybe not they
Water Witch
David J Walker
It was a divining rod
My father told me
And the man with this thing
In his hand
Was a water witch
He was paid to find the
Places to dig
But not to dig
And then
It was a matter of faith
Keep digging he said
You are already invested
Keep digging
As he faded away with the tool
Imagine a vertical column of light,
beginning at root, going up to the crown,
a tube of magnetism ushering delight,
expanding that energy flows all around,
reverberating thus by day and by night,
wherein all cells of form, in bliss rapture drown.
Pardon our diction; this is fact, not fiction,
here now within form, ego’s crucifixion.
The red sea surface before me
Deep valley at my sides
My pharaoh case after me
Oh! Where is my Moses
I have suffered in Egypt
Promised Land still far away
My pharaoh has no mercy
Oh! God where is my rod
I heard the sound of horses
Galloping fast to stop my vision
The ultimate voice showed me the rod
Today, the rod of Moses brought me out of Egypt
Who on God reclines
Worldly offers declines:
To the scripture inclines
Noting the sharp lines
Between Gods and gods;
Though both sides wield rods;
From worshipers nods:
The latter mere pods,
Things to smoke like cods
Or just kick with leg
And refuse to beg...
Who an God reclines
Only dines and wines
From Lord God's rich mines...
This, forever, signs
When I roll my neck around
I hear a crunchy sound
I'm fairly sure
It's in a bunch
I'm a little tense
gotta a big ole fence
but if you want me
you'll jump it
You'll just come and get me
but
I know and you know it too
I am sooo far away
from you, makes you stay
and keeps runnin
always
lets keep this up
gives us both a reason for livin
this runnin
lustin
Form:
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I
bamboo curve, sun-bleached—
still smells of lakeweed and sweat.
his thumbprint remains.
II
reel jammed with old line—
ghost-tug of the one that snapped
his last muttered curse.
III
rust hooks in the shed—
nowhere left to cast but dreams
where the big ones bite.