Short Traipsing Poems
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traipsing down moonlight's path
bamboo sway on errant winds
jasmine perfumes the air ~
scent of wistful memories
There was a mean, old alligator
Who chanced upon young Master Baitor
Both of them noted
Pheromones floated
When traipsing by came May B. Layder
I carefully climb the old oak tree,
traipsing upon its extended limb.
Hold my breath, counting one, two, and three,
abandoning my perch for the swim.
With my hands aloft I hail and
greet you all,
woolly slow-traipsing souls of Australia,
the motif in innocent art, holy and treasured,
bleating to the call of soundless dawn.
Traipsing off to the cave
with my feelings and thoughts
A Hermit I’ll be,
my last battle now fought
Alone with my memories,
together indwelt
Eternity reckoned
—transcending myself
(Dreamsleep: October, 2020)
Of late, I have been traipsing on this precious hill of mine;
I find I oft encounter there members of the divine.
Creation is so glorious, in spite or due to Fall;
I find that I can scarce take in the wonder of it all.
I am bored to my Core,
Centered-self, uncivil war
An open mind hath closed its doors-
Soul is sick with selfish sores
How I've tried to fill these holes-
Traipsing through the biting cold
Dead ends ahead, where Vice has lead-
Goddamn! I've put my life on hold...
Life was a blast in the Garden of Eden for Adam and Eve,
'Til the wrath of their Creator invited them to leave!
They were having a ball traipsing about in their birthday suit,
'Til that sneaky snake offered them a chomp of forbidden fruit!
True and kindly traipsing, remembering heartfelt sadness, life lessons,
open hope, visualizing daughter, uplifting the faeries, gentling them
Written 1-14-2019 Contest: Sapphic Stanza
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
See the toddler traipsing by
His diaper hanging low
See the cool cat in his baggy pants
How much lower can they go?
Toddler seems to have made a number two
Really needs a diaper change
For the young fella with the baggy pants
Appears that possibility may also be true?
The Pacific inky bluish ocean ashore splashed
quite clear
traipsing through surging surf across the sandy beach
soleless
a hot noonday sun pours o'er an early-made sand castle
crumbling
two conch shells lying about is now being held to ears
New Wave
a large beach towel wraps two necking near a car lot
planning
A forlorn figure pines while traipsing down the meadow,
dawn dewdrop wet sprinkles mock her sylvan shadow,
red sky ablaze mere ornate first light wrinkled lull,
hazy whisper from mint gust for maiden that blind pull,
or bright hue’d usher to green moss-strewn meander,
where rainbow trout a wily catch might quell one edgy bystander
stay
restful, dormant
vacating, granting, expiring
employees, mourners, whirlwinds, vacationers
traipsing, spelunking, vagabonding
truant, absent
go
Date written: 11/06/2022
Summertime
sombreros hammocks
imbibing sweating traipsing
beach sunbathing lake ice skating
gorging freezing stumbling
balaclavas eiderdowns
Wintertime
Spring or Summer Diamante Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger 01/05/2021
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For I see thee fair maiden free,
Escape the bonds of horizons hold,
Set claim to your majestic crown to be,
That willfulness that causeth bold,
Luminescence thou has donned,
Traverse traipsing your eternal realm,
Beholden to thee cast our eyes bond,
For if I am a melody pray thee a psalm,
So that I may rest, sweetly to calm.
2020 January 26
Whistling along night's trail
Subway dims, meant for the lonely
While she in her hazy trance
from whiskey- laced bottle,
sings to flowers hidden far from sight --
Toes traipsing beside torches
in a distance,
she flew home when lovr left
in a flash with nothing
...but her beating heart to stray away,
lost inside her mind
Summer Standard Contest
The snow turned into freezing rain
So walking wasn’t easy.
We shuffled slowly; fear of falling
Made me slightly queasy.
As younger folk went traipsing by
I realized, on reflection,
That once-upon-a-time my body
Needed no protection.
Yet, though in shape, I worry now
For aging bones may shatter
So caution reigns supreme as mind’s
Triumphant over matter.
Rejected by parents
forsaken alone
One choice left to make
forever to roam
The cost ever paying
their wages of sin
Steps of abandonment
traipsing within
To beg or to borrow
the future on loan
The price of tomorrow
each moment unknown
With fate chasing after
both fortune and shame
A waif born to wander
—in search of a name
(Dreamsleep: July, 2023)
A world full of syllables
Is so highly tillable;
they ebulliently buoy,
never leading to ennui.
When you’ve got Hong Kong Phooey
with a bowl of chop suey
and a glass of Drambuie,
what else do you need?
Or a wolf man named Gershon
with a camo tutu on
and he’s traipsing ‘cross your lawn,
asking more is just greed.
—————
H/T to A Playboy’s Toys by Gershon Wolf
Soldier Boy
The rain is very thorough.
Going where I have to go
this summer afternoon I march west
beneath my own umbrella while
you beneath a floppy hat
dash marvelously east.
Why I wear this uniform
explains why I ignore
the perfume traipsing in your wake
the ribbons dancing in your hair
so I beneath my own umbrella
can keep on marching west.
Donal Mahoney
Complacent as the moon
Flickering dimly in a dull night sky,
Soaring solo through the stars
Recalling remnants of the life
Cautiously remembering
A time long since gone,
Laughter and joy a distant memory
Engulfed in the dark quiet seclusion
Softly rumbling through a silent company
Traipsing countenances of dreams and nightmares,
Through dim starlight’s briefly glowing
On a memory that once was absolute
He walks toward me, old, shabby and crooked,
yet there’s a pliancy of new mown-hay in him.
A peppery hound follows.
Now and again the dog slows and flops,
its muddy eyes question marks.
He calls to it -
the dog struggles up from a knuckled stiffness,
a skewbald tail wags.
I capture them both in an intake of breath.
We have all been traipsing,
but these two are at ease with their path,
while I have yet to find one.
Ghost Mall
The chess king
still searches for
his foxmoor inside
the ghost mall;
she slips behind
a casual corner
somewhere
down by the Gimbels
sipping an Orange Julius
with Hot Sam.
No one sees
the old
bypass men
traipsing around
the dry fountains
overandover
in their white
Kinney’s
others
loop-de-loop,
over the Scoop
and under the
kiosk bone fields
stopping to
prayby
the Lazarus door
Weighty is the crown he wears;
huddled masses, unawares.
Flotsam in life's ebb and flow.
Fools! They scurry to and fro.
Heavy is his mantle bourne,
furrowed brow, lines deep and worn.
Addled, ignorant, confused,
traipsing gaily, much amused,
finding purpose where there's none,
blindly to the cliff they run.
Clenched, the jaw, and ground, the teeth;
naught but scorn for those beneath.
Joyless contrast, rather stark;
on he stumbles in the dark.
“Rash and inexperienced”
frees thoughts within my mind
of traipsing deepest Africa
retrieving melon rinds.
Bi-colored python rock snakes
and wondrous fever trees
delights in my imagining
from phrases such as these…
How is a rudyard kippled?
I’ve often wondered that.
Perhaps Limpopo’s man-of-war
and I could have a chat.
Though pachyderms and heffalumps
can make the mind run wild,
enchantments hang on every page
of Just So Stories, child.