Short Row Poems
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We are crafters,I know,
We do things row by row,
We'll do housework at the end of this row,
We said that several hours ago!
A customer ordered rare steak
The waitress went on a wee break
She did him wrong
So dipped her thong
He dined without a stomach ache
Horrific attributes
Calamities all around
Skid row broken dreams
Roughest atmosphere
A distorted ambiance
Hear the jeers of morbid souls
Halleluya got all my ducks in a row
As I struggle through life on my tippy-toes
Without a fuss
In the future I trust
Just a young dreamer with a runny nose
ROW THE BOAT
Mild breeze to blow.
Stream to flow nice.
Now row the boat.
An ignorant duck breeder with a moat
Put off repairing his dingy to float
And he doesn’t yet know
Getting his ducks in a row
Means more than getting his ducks in a row-boat
was a rape at age fourteen
as the babies kept coming
with kitchen rods I flushed then down
and kept smiling for you to tell
thank you it lasted five years until I put my foot down
Cool dry breeze blowing
crinkled leaves turn vibrant hues
cedar boughs heavy
Hoo-hoo-hoo mourning
dove, wobbles by window sill
grain seeds most desired
submitted for Images of fall contest
History always repeats.
This globe produces
same story,
just different bodies
acting out the play
---
I write,
not to plead for the
always invisible change,
but to keep
myself sane.
Today seems like it's gonna be a good one
Ducks in a row, shining down is the warm sun
What could go wrong
Gonna sing a sweet song
Bout happiness and stuff, do you think I'm stunned?
I watched the "Titanic" three times in a row already
And I now understand why the vessel had to sink.
Two people on board had sex before their wedding,
So God punished them for such an appalling sin!
Row, row, row your boat
Dry land near, it seems
Steadily steadily steadily
Life is but a scheme
Row, row, row your boat
Let's escape this confusion
Verily verily verily verily
Life is but an illusion.
The water splashed upon the shore. Your heart it ran from he who adored. Life and love fade fast fast fast. The boat is sinking head held high. The waters rise, the air grows thin. Weight be heavy drag my skin. Goodbye.
I
In your hour of need, you hurt when those whom you have helped, now go deathly still
II
Remember the psalms: "God is my portion;" and if God is not, you are on death row getting news, you just inherited 3 million dollars.
Row, row, row your boat,
Gently down the stream,
Merrily,merrily, merrily
Life is but a dream.
Row, row, row your boat,
Gently down the stream,
Oh,my goodness, the stream got rough,
To get to shore,it's going to be tough.
hardened criminals on the death row yet
devoid of remorse, erst crimes do forget
brushing aside their past acts horrendous
errant is world which holds deep animus
self appraisal deems their heart as perfect
23-June-2021
Front row seats to an exciting hit show
Especially coveted by their biggest fan
An enormously popular 1960’s fellow,
Or a talented group like Wu-Tang Clan
Not noted for singing soft and mellow.
Written August 12, 2022
We went to the movies, just for a lark.
It was so romantic, there in the dark.
Now, if I told you I met her inside,
You would think I was being mean no doubt.
But the reason we couldn’t meet outside
Was to make sure her husband didn’t find out.
I think my muse hates exercise;
she flees whenever I row.
A three day streak on the water:
the verse refuses to flow.
I’m not quite sure what the deal is,
why it’s either this or that.
Perhaps she carries a little weight
and thus prefers me fat?
no turbulence seen in her wake ~
beneath glass, a heart in depths of ache
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for the A New Crystalline - Any Theme Poetry Contest
sponsored by Tania Kitchin
written on 2/26/23
checked by HowManySyllables.com
Row, row, row your boat
And Pray to God she floats,
Because not all streams are gentle.
And some dreams become nightmares;
Or leave us crying with wide-eyed stares,
Or take away our sleep and make us worry,
turning merrily, merrily to sorry, sorry.
Life is but a dream, while rowing down the stream
Better to flow along in life’s mystery, some call it destiny
The present is a gift, if you catch my drift
Watch your flanks, as life & death are your banks
‘Cause your reserves are vested in your life preserve’s
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...?
TEACH ME TO ROW
Boats
resting
on the shore,
retired old.
Hold tall tales of Father's minnow that got away.
Teach me how to row slow please, Uncle Joe.
Mom's kayak glides
Sunset rides
Us.
Sponsor, Eve Roper
Double Tetractys
9/5/2021
Bright flowers neatly in a row
Petals of wondrous colors grow
Green their leaves among the trees
Shimmering in the noonday breeze
And from the heavens, sweet sunshine
To bless these flowers in their line
What mystery prevails to bring
The life of which these flowers cling?
Bright flowers neatly in a row