Short Sledge Poems
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Early spring ice rain came and soaked
Thick sheet of ice the pond was cloaked
Off I race to the edge
Smashing ice with my sledge
And my little friend froggy croaked
Trump In Command and Ruling
Trump wants to command and be ruling;
With all our minds playing and dueling;
Keep on edge;
Hit with sledge;
What he really needs is more schooling.
Jim Horn
he used his piton and his wedge
seated them with the thump of his sledge
then he stood at the crest
of her milky white breasts
looking down from atop the cleave-edge
John G. Lawless
2/27/2015
Christopher Columbus’s claims were outlandish.
Queen Isabella was truly upstandish.
The court said he would fall off the edge.
So they bombarded him with mean sledge.
The queen still gave three ships to trycandish.
Trump A Truant
Trump recently made a solemn pledge
On everyone he will gain the edge
All of his plans have become congruent
With person who is trespasser or a truant
And on us uses hammer that is a sledge.
Jim Horn
Unfortunately the fridge door was jammed this morning
Panic immediately set in, it happened without warning
But in spite of my panic
Remain calm, no silly antics
Adult as I am, used a sledge hammer, now gorging
Running Late
Yes!
Christmas
is
almost
here and poor
Santa’s
Elves
busy
reading the
children’s wish list,
making sure
they have
all
the toys
for all the
children
in
Santa’s
sledge
11/30/2015
Children Story
Gallagher, likewise in the front row. Green
melon astringent holds bodily form. Flesh
seems harmless lying on the butcher’s table.
Rank and file juiced up for the battle. “Wizard-
of-Odd” holds high, like Thor, his “Sledge-O-Matic.”
Socialites and the elites’ absence, they pledge
Low life exhibition will always emerge
Adults basking in the lowest stratum’s edge
Zero tolerance for the toppers to dredge
Yeah, dry land has nothing to do with a sledge
our unfettered dream run
when realized, lets life fly onto golden wings
so much fun!
a freedom's wedge
seeks sacrifices in its rings
else sledge!!
fulfilled
inner soul sings
thrilled!!!
our unfettered dream run
seeks sacrifices in its rings
thrilled!!
I'm ready for some music;
The radio's all set,
But begging me for money
Is all that I can get.
The pleading is relentless,
Yet does beseeching serve?
For constant supplications
Really get on my last nerve.
To turn off their entreaties,
Subtle as a striking sledge,
I simply switch the station;
No allegiance will I pledge.
Sledge hammers breaking
Through the invisible walls
Holding me hostage
Chip away the pain
Moving toward releasing
The bricks and mortar
Where is my power?
My strength is dissipating
My resolve so weak
Needing to move on
Two heavy feet are throbbing
My balance is off
Summoning courage
I swing wildly back and forth
Expecting a change
Techno-scramble
the ramble of cars on sheet metal
Tall walking for sledge hammer rhythm
The dialysis of t.v. dramas
and hospital soup delivered on time
A team of managers examine
Mortuary
Dead before what could have been
Electromagnetic heart transfer failed
Before the soul left the bed
Whirring of gadgets promised
Earthly pulses and show tunes
As lungs gave out
Pounding and cracking,
Popping pills and coughing,
Drinking all kinds of medicine is not helping,
Wanting to put a sledge hammer to my head to end the pain.
What can make it go away?
What can make it go stray?
What can I do to make it not stay?
What can I do to make it not pay?
I am tiered of pain,
I am tiered of strain,
I am tiered of pain,
Makes me wanna use cocain.
Form:
He is not as sensitive
she is not new to the pledge
he's in nap, she is too active
her bed is a two way sledge
on her woe, he is so creative
his pet on her, has an edge
ego and gap tax the motive
she ask not for asunder
nor any of war or thunder
joy fed to Anaconda
as a rat in the den hides.
Why is it her to abide?
her low and he, all to divide
I pull a sledge in arctic snow,
The leader of the team,
And rescue stranded people from
The mountain or ravine.
I help to capture criminals,
Or race upon a track,
I sniff out hidden drugs and bombs,
Go hunting with my pack.
I guide a person ‘cross the road,
And herd a flock of sheep -
I work so hard around the clock
(But only in my sleep…)
For Tanya’s Dog Gone Tales
16th June
And hence forth I am alone
A lone worrier
Going back to my den
And live like the old
Dragon with no companion
In a lost jungle
Who?
Will come to be a friend
Whom will i ever open my platter
Of thoughts,like varieties of fruits
In custured,
I alone will pull my sledge
Alone shall row my boat
For in me alone i see my companion
Until death pull us apart
Our travel end
Christmas bring happy tiding
From far and wide..
Happy faces smile with glee
Waiting for “Ole Saint Nick”
Cookies and milk all sitting in
Place,
Hoping, trying to get a glance
Of Santa..
While the jingle bells ring from
His sledge..
Scraping the roof with his reindeer
Hoofs..
He cry out with a jolly laugh merry
Christmas
To one and to all...
REINDEER
Reindeer rushed to tell Santa Claus ’I do pledge,
This year also I am sure to pull your sledge,
but I need more dollar
to buy a nice collar
and will love to taste sumptuous beverage.’
'
I see my hands swing in front of me, striking, penetrating, shattering the object of my blow.
The sheen on the forged metal head glitters the suns bead as it slams the course fortress layered below.
Strike after strike,
the sledge forces its way into the spaces that splits and spits out dust,
choking on itself,
taking full advantage of the weakening wall of stone.
Its gap digs deeper and opens anew.
A step too far, brings right of passage to a ledge
Fluttering at cliff walls, pushing life’s brittle edge
A sheer instinctive thrust, with no trust to pledge
Now or never moment, undermines fear’s wedge
A chick leaps off, flailing frail wings fail to fledge
Featherweight of hope meets a ten-pound sledge
Crashing straight down, no safety net to dredge
Next guy flaps like mad, landing softly in a hedge
Through the eyes of the Eagle
The bravity of the human mind
Was made to eradicate weakness
I have the shadow of your thought
Here welling in the sledge of palms
Halt your spirit from unmasking men
Drive closely in the nudity of the earth
And find out the heart that loves you
I may be a man today but tomorrow
I shall be a woman without hair to attract.
(C) John Chizoba Vincent
Voice Of Vincent 2016
Your rebuke
My wisdom brook.
Like to a rust key
An excellent oil on me.
As deep and sore
Yet they are wings to soar.
When distress like an armed man
Comes with the sledge hammer
To break me- into shambles
They make me bold marbles.
And times hatred come to stay
Your love is my lifting ray.
Weary to stop
They keep coming non-stop
The correction from the rods
Comfort among odds
Hurts by the stick
Are scars that make me tick.
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¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ knowing ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ the tight bag of grammar,
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ the clever sidestep
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prison. A mirror ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
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(Blackout of The Trade-off by Ruth Stone)
Dactylic Pentameter
Green is your color with Leprechauns, Shamrocks and gold filled pots.
Favorite meal is corn beef and cooked cabbage on plate as food.
Charming and fanciful tales or elf stories for tinny tots.
Jokes and such make hours fun - they put us into a happy mood.
Humor's a blessing in life, for that we have much gratitude.
Time is spring, cold wind can blow hard yet giving the days an edge.
Snow can still be on the ground, denizens may have to use a sledge.