Short Thames Poems

Rippled muscles strike
Oars through ‘Old Father Thames’;
Winning line in sight....

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Thames 
A geographical nature

Hidden behind a coin
Invisible 

Poets took me to sit on the Banks of Thames 
Via literature!...

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amongst the eulogies so fine

this refrain....prompted by the divine


Saturday reflection II enroute to a trip along the Thames...

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the Thames estuary;
a flock of caravans
and a low sun
that narrows my eyes,

a seawind strong,
that pulls my kite
over the water....

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Summer
behuddled,
in winter's shawl-
white bell flowers appealed
the dawn

Saturday reflection I enroute to a trip along the Thames....

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just dots upon 
the greenwich sky
swinging london 
from the air

with eyes wide shut
and riding high
across the thames
'where tourists dare'....

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The Thames
Pretends 

To be 
A sea,

But knows
It flows

Through towns 
And gowns

And spires
  And shires. 


(One last one.)...

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There’s a man with a flame name of James
He lives north, yes far north, of the Thames
He’s a lover for sure
Courting gals by the score
But, his wife loves his hide all the same!...

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We know that the English are rightly vexed
Queen Mary we bought; London Bridge annexed
Big Ben's up for bidding
So's the Thames, we aren't kidding
Then London and Leeds and Stonehenge are next

11/23/22...

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Azzure night calls
rush blurry eyes
Pigeons came a calling
Waterloo I curse you
morning came a sneaking
The unaccustomed scratch gilded fear
Suited clad 
screeches the acceptable
Strange exiles disowns the Thames...

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I believe in reincarnation, oh its true, ask all my sewer friends. I wait for them in the river Thames! Fast flowing, full of microscopic life.

Life or Death Epigram Poetry Contest
Enter Contest, sponsored by Kevin Shaw 07/17/18...

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There's a bunch of bright peeps from Jolly Old Great Britain
Could be stuff from the Thames or brain cells from chickens
Cells make em click
Giving em their fix
Start clucking and writing great poems in the kitchen...

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There's a bunch of bright peeps from Jolly Old Great Britain
Could be stuff from the Thames or brain cells from chickens
Cells make em click
Giving em their fix
Start clucking and writing great poems in the kitchen...

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Wet plates of brainy salad
stalling amongst stale French Verbs
The severed heads of Queens
rot alongside the Thames
Sullen rain for the beavered
stuttering in its grief
The pretence of concentration
gapples with flames fury
amongst dusty books...

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A walk foreshortened by the Thames
that once would flow through field and moor –
now stitched and patched with dirty hems,
a city’s outskirts of the poor.

You used to walk here, years ago
when May put on her blossom-show.
But Progress is a subtle sweep
that changes worlds while we’re asleep....

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The second I put my ear against your chest
 while I hugged you near the river Thames 

I listened I felt synchronised. 
 The sine wave of your heart beat 
went in phase of mine. 
The clarity of that speculation 
was adored and embraced . 
I endulged that so mercifully ... 
best thing I ever felt....

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Suspended
clearly looking above the guilt
held fast like a driving rain
penetrating
a soiled skin laced with sin

Innocence
celebration of love     lost
in shadows of the Thames
undesirable 
burnt to dust in shame

Gallant
hearts held as one
we too shall overcome
unified
in body and blood lies love...

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Had three goals and five tiny aims.
Truth not braggadocio, mind claims.
Imagination issues all of the blames.
Thinking up new powerful video games.

My best idea is from the River Thames.
Following my dream about England’s King James.
I am not usually one to drop celebrity names,
But this poem is toast, going up in flames....

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Somewhere over Thames River
condo fees fly high,
So do taxes
and maintenance expenses,
My
Oh my
Oh why?

We chose to co-invest
in this former industrial mess,
I must confess
I don't know why
except our windows
reach for the sky...

Somewhere over Thames River
birds still fly high
so do beauty
and fiscal duty,
So why then
oh why can't we?

Can't we see,
Earth's harmonic integrity....

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In London fog, the river stills.
In silver sleep, it cools and fills
with cobalt mist as dawn unfolds;
above the Thames, the sun bleeds gold.
Into the haze, it pours and pools
like melting opal, liquid jewels
until the brume of morning fades
to prune the sky with unseen blades
that slice the flaming clouds in two
to frame a glimpse of Waterloo.


*Inspired by Monet's painting, "Waterloo Bridge: Sun in a Fog"...

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Into the lead spin
broken bottles and knives appear
locked by electric sparks
that bring you back to life
over the once  warren where rabbits roamed
we go shoplifting in London so fare
The Police turn a blind eye
Its maud parlez vous Francais
Into the dark where English is not heard
London spins
the serpents of the Thames are half lionized
Who needs  excuses
into the grim
where the exposed suburbs are sullied



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"How do you ease yourself?"
An older man once asked me
in a hotel lobby.
A strange thing to ask a teenager.
Later, on the Thames,
Douglas (a celebrated artistic failure),
drunk-kissed me on the lips.
He was sweeter
than the girl, I came aboard with.
The skinny lodger upstairs
dropped his pants in front of me.
He was just lonely.
"How do you ease yourself?"
Asks the cold wind of autumn.
I walk, I write,
I whistle like a kettle sometimes....

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On “The Wind in the Willows”

Four fine fellows
the badger, the toad, the mole and the rat
under the weeping willows 
in confusion sat
you could see they were wise
wealthy, cultured and couth
together they wrangled their minds with the truth
their fear, awe, nostalgia, “Oh Boy” ,“Oh Boy”
when they solved the problem, “Ode to Joy," Ode to Joy”
togetherness blended to softness and ease
so, they sailed downstream on the Thames Valley breeze.

7/25/18...

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shadows on an empty wall
a big oak tree standing tall
submission strikes my in-humane stride
six foot down is where i lye

tangled brackons besmerch my place
invade my casket crawl over my face
my sprit lingers in the open air
lost forever i dont know where
the echos of your voice follow me down 
to our place in the clearing beside the thames
moon beams and stars guide me to where you are
my love my life .................................................

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4/4/20
Impoverished children hunting for household items.
has shifted into
Ordinary people reliving antiquity.
as well as
A vacation destination.
Thames river in London possesses layers 
of buried time.

What will be next
on this mudlarking exploit?
A piece of Roman porcelain?
A rare relic?
A charred roof tile from the Great Fire of London?

Time-traveling 
the tactility of an object grasped
400 years ago.
Untold experiences, stories, struggles
Embedded in filth...

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