Short Striding Poems
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The Capercaillie
Most delightful wood grouse
Striding so graceful
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solitude
. . . quiet
black peppercorn
on a ribbon
of tagliatelle
I, on my path
sinuous striding
impelled by you
impaled by you
oh susan
i love you
the beers
the smoke
your favorite
thing
taking
time
off
from
swimming
fast
driving
101
pass
striding
to
san miguel
Ron’s been striding to catch the galoot,
but his misstep was not so astute.
Though his record’s alright,
he fixates on his height,
so his lift in the polls gets the boot.
Flowing smile
Spreading out from within
Long feet
Leaping across hills
Striding over barriers
Riding over pains
With every step
Bellowing up steam
From every fated puff
Drawing out illusion
That reaches too high
Form:
Here I stand and example
Of everything One should be
Loyal and honesty obedient also breathe
You abundant striding not to sin, never disagreeing wit God
10/12/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Into the azure
lofty inter loppers linger
romantics wear me out
day dreaming till they die
Blackbirds in flight
brings you back into life
the fetches of light appoint
the mountains yawn
learn the rhythm
in mists striding the horizon
Can you hear consequence? Is it calling?
Will we ever turn to face the weather?
Hush little lamb; all your senseless bawling.
Blinded by our choices; a braided tether.
Striding in cadence with the bellwether.
We’ll soon have to answer; all together.
Brown Sands
Lifting hands
To hold as we walk the heat drenched beach
Sun risin'
Red horizon
Nearly within our striding reach
Footprints measure
Our mortal treasure
That is ours for a brief time
Between our toes
A mystery unfolds
Of rich, Brown Sands so fine
Striding through the carnival crowd,
a man alone, not seen or heard,
watching folks, boisterous and loud,
I'm happy not saying a word.
Life is a carnival, they say.
In the bustling throng, on my own,
strangely, I'm more than just okay -
I feel comfortable, alone.
The silent soul
who sullenly
seeps within
the sentimental
seas of solitude.
Always lead astray
by every
passing day.
Just to remain
amongst the stars.
Striding through
time’s strangled streams
of faintly
faded dreams.
Embedded beneath
the once blue
eyed beams of an
embittered beauty.
shadowed
sunlight
striding
staring
stirring
leaning
in
spectacular
splendour
inexplicable
distant
stumbling
in
elegant
silence
in
sterile
twilight
frosty
red
whispered
lamentations
Over striding downs with grassy scrub
and into the trees with clumps of shrub
Beechwood,downlands and common heath
in earthy limeston inches beneath
The basil spreading six feet tall
by a freshwater spring ,trickling small
Along shaded lanes with gates and stiles
and wayside pubs,to rest awhile
You are the one
I have not to seek after
You are a friend!
You are the one
The wings of my rainbow- my laughter
You are a caring-hand!
You are the one
swarming my heart,
making me quiver-
gleaming my mount,
striding along my pasture…
You are the one
You are the only one
You are the one I love!
Form:
Striding outside the castle wall's
On stricken donkey's
With only a Mexican blanket for a saddle
The rider pinces
For king and country
My stomach is hungry
As are the wizened children
Behind the gates
Conscripted to the work house's
The furnaces blast
In metal casts
Swelling the army
Making up the number's
Tickets Please
Tickets Please
The conductor tolls
To all passengers embarking
on thus journey
Whilst striding down the middle isle
Click
Click
Thank you
Can you tell me please exactly
what is the estimated time will we arrive at our expected station destination
And you call yourself a wizard
Harry
Sturdy striding shoes
You searched for resplendent hues
Among common folk
Vincent, did you know
That the kingdom of heaven
Flowed from your paintbrush?
Based on the painting "A Pair of Shoes" - Written for Abe Lopez's "Van Gogh's Van Goghs"
contest
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Walking in darkness
walking alone,
striding into mysteries
into land of thoughts,
stranger yet my own,
my loneliness.
No pictures to paint
no colors, no seasons yet cold.
Searching my identity,
in my past.
Silent yet melodious,
my loneliness.
Who knows? Who cares?
Who deserves? Who dares?
All left unspoken,
in the darkness, alone, into mysteries.
The Fox a cunning sort
Racing through the fields
Hunting not just for sport
Sly and sure, steady is he
The Wolf a beautiful beast
Uses timeless instinct
Proud of family and feast
Protection of pack his home
The Coyote the fearless one
Striding, wandering aimlessly
Majestic in his own, none
Continuous on his journey
Inspired by Destroyer Poet, thank-you
Girl in red, a dress
Pleated down to her knees, skips
Down the lonely street.
Man in black beret
Sunshades set on face, striding
Down the narrow street.
Girl turns, sees this chap
Hurries her steps, man does so too
Girl runs, man runs too.
Brightly shining,
golden silhouette,
always minding,
forwards striding,
showing lightning,
bodies grinding,
trying, fighting.
Emotional freedom,
religious speeches,
attempted inspirations,
delivered vibrations,
related relations,
without hesitations.
Awaken manifestations.
Tingling sensations,
mental frustrations.
Sexual too,
how true,
angels flew,
will do all I can for you.
LITTLE PAINS
At point of striding forth
A red slash!
From nowhere
Unprepared by dissolution
What wasn’t is suddenly thrust in from nowhere
Think addition
What wasn’t now added to the pixie brotherhood
Yet knowing their traveling propensities
Their being before long elsewhere gone
One strides on
Just little pains
Little old gooses
Little pains urging awareness
Dave Austin
Striding through the sparkles in satin sand.
And luminous sparkles twinkling all around.
Casting spell with the sparkles in her eyes
And sparkling sparklers in her hands.
May gaiety deities step in frolicking with sparkling smile.
With sparkling lotus sillage trailing like an elated child.
And thumping foot ferreting behind the dodging ambrosial of sparkling motichoor.
May the sparkling smile sparkle for life.
Zero encloses life,
void is full if bits from nothingness break away,
striding strife.
You can’t empty
life’s emptiness, lastingly stays
full free.
God’s stilled
grace keeps soul’s bay
filled.
Zero encloses life,
life’s emptiness, lastingly stays
filled.
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April 17, 2022
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Welcome to Bruno’s Mens’ Wear
By Elton Camp
The clerk in the mens’ clothing store
Saw one who hadn’t been there before
He was striding along extremely fast
As the clerk spoke, he went on past
The man darted into the dressing room
And slammed the door with a boom
For security the clerk started to call
When the customer let our a bawl
Horrid words he then came to hear
“There’s no toilet paper in here!”