Short Tromping Poems

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And away we go
Flying in the
Snow filled air
Look at us
You and me
What a pair
Of careless
Beasts
Tromping around
In the woods
What’s that
Light in the sky
With a blue tinge
How is it now
We begin...

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whirlwind of spectacular sounds
elephants tromping through, ears flowing
continent made of diverse dialects
zebras striping the horizon with color
countries with their own flavors
Africa God's own quintessential tapestry...

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accumulation
choking the room bitterly
an embarrassment
carefully tromping through it
side-stepping junk gingerly

My pack rack eye-tis
surrounds me untidily
disturbing eyesore
jumping over largest pile
not inviting company...

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tromping hooves beat down
darkened, tear-stained earth below
battered, beaten, bruised
inside walls too thick to show
my true nature crouching low


©  10-10-2012

For: SKAT's  Tanka me this/that Contest

*about poem...

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Fancy dancy unicorn friendly cowgirl boots
Stomping tromping riding along on shoots
With glitz and spritz and things that make me smile
Kicking and tricking up things on this country mile
I see you coming and I laugh at the things you do.
All feminine and girly, showing up every ballet shoe....

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Red juicy apples lying across 
round pumpkin fields
terrifying the scavengers

Black yowls 
dusting up the corn rows
Softening up the cats

Hallows Eve
Waiting around the corner
Eager to shake up the spiders

Witches 
Stirring October’s brew
In apple tree cauldron

Trick—or-Treaters
tromping from house to house
scared of nothing

Halloween Magic...

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For every burger we consume,
Each hot dog we are chomping,
We should remember on this day
The Redcoats we were tromping.

For every icy beer we chug,
Each ear of corn we're biting,
We have to thank the colonists,
Who sacrificed by fighting.

If independence wasn't won,
We'd be on different footing,
Enjoying Shepherd's pie, perhaps,
Or maybe Yorkshire pudding....

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Cats in costume on an October Halloween
Dressed as robots, dogs, and a beauty queen.
Tromping along in a line, from door to door.
Smelling their chocolate candies, but wanting more.

Why don’t they give us sardines? One kit doth ask.
They cannot afford it said her pal in a butterfly mask.
How about pizza with anchovies? She does suggest.
Snickers and Reeses, says another who likes them the best...

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Reply to Spring

   The dazzling darkness coming down the mountain
    breathing and tasting… --in Spring by Mary Oliver

Stomping on crispy maple leaves
The air is wet
I pull my jacket closer
Tromping through the leaves
I breath in calmness and 
Breath out hope
The cars are resting ahead
No mind 

I wonder how I will scratch through the pines 
Back to walking in the mountains
When all I see is bare and silent....

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