Short Roughshod Poems

A distraught driver drove to Dover
Running roughshod in his Rover,
Crushing cultivated clover,
Mangling marigolds, moreover,
Pancaking progeny of plover.
Liquor-laden lies to lover;
Outcome: outed, ousted, over....

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Wrathful tears ripen shame
and sows conscience-stricken seeds of self-loathing.
Scourged by the storm’s desolate dirge
this flimsy canopy offers no protection
as the wind-driven rain rides roughshod over me.


Susan Ashley 
April 9, 2019...

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I was raised in sea of defiance
and yet my Zephyr has lost its realm
I am ungrained in all colour
lost in a rattled cage
and ageing fast

Speaking in tounges
I have seen your everyday jamboree
Although the seasons were roughshod
did we not heed too...

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I was raised in sea of defiance
and my tired Zephyr has lost its sound
I have lost all colour
I am lost in a rattled cage
and ageing fast

Speaking in tounges
I have seen your everyday jamboree
Although the seasons were roughshod
did we not bleed too...

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The gorse withers on the ground
The Sun is autumnally thin
Silence ties in blue
Those roughshod days
are scattered with the leaves

Schemes are forgotten
Feelings disposed
Into the chamber of nothingness
do we ascend

Lamenting
Guitars are trickling
And the lamp lightly lit
We have come to dream...

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I remember Mr. Quinn.
"You can't just keep running
roughshod over people's feelings."
He told me when I was twenty.
.
It's odd
that I remember the
bumpy spots in the path
and honor those names.
.
The broken spots
have anchors in my dreams.
They shame me all my life.
I will be embarrassed beyond death....

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The gorse withers on the ground
The Sun is autumnally thin 
Silence hithes in blue 
Those roughshod days 
are scattered with the leaves 
 
Schemes are forgotten
Feelings disposed Into the chamber 
of nothingness do we ascend
 
Lamenting Guitars are trickling
And the lamp lightly lit 
We have come to dream...

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You ran roughshod over my sandcastle
Without a flicker of commotion
diverting the starboard
and finding ourselves
at a yawning  beach

Did you see yourself
as a seashell
Did you cast an enchanted look

There's always a sea song
for a remedy overdue
Shake off the foam
and clear your head

Did you see yourself as a crab
yet noted the World didn't care enough...

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The  fox quakes with delight
Means testing winter fuel
what a future precedent
Already ditching the social care plan
They say they have a black spending hole
so spending must abate for a while
Tax your January private schools
and who else
They ride roughshod over the old
tax forms for the lot
They collect monies 
you've never read about
like inheritance tax




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A gaunt face
       wizened by time,
           portrays
              a no-nonsense
                 man of convictions,
                   poor, yet proud
                    of his
                    heritage.
                    And yet,
                   beneath that
                 roughshod look
              I glimpse a kind heart
           and soul, suggesting he’s
      more
human than he seems....

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