Short Troughs Poems
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no more time
to shed
tears
no more lies
to feel
truth
no reason
to be
nice
nothing left
to fear
loss
no vision
to see
God
Three girls who drank from grey troughs
cried hard and rasped with loud coughs.
Cold cops raced to swoop
The girls took a poop
On top of their heads with scoffs.
If we remember to look at horizon and sky
The Universe draws us higher, whispers a reply
We all are stardust yet somehow so earthy
Humans eschew solid troughs, for color & crest (the showy)
for any second of her happiness
yeah Shakespeare up here
Take this
What tea is the tee in the tea hee
i twirled a twine of twisted tendril
troughs of would trace tree face nots and knots to be
wood i notice
I was listening to electronic music,
And i could see peaks and troughs of the beats,
With my mind hand i reached out and caught it,
A real live wire,
Then i recoiled in shock,
An electric bite from the thousand year snake.
Form:
I ought to wave at a wave
Not the third or fourth Covid wave
But that about which a surfer might rave
A wave is one of a set
Molecules of water ripples, more ripples yet
Until a wave is but
Part of a series
Of waves of crests
and troughs
WINTER LOVE
You were a ghost among brown leaves;
I followed you
through troughs driven by the wind–
you were a ghost,
and as you passed, the flowers
died by the roadside, the willows ceased,
and the cranes in the brake
cried once and rose.
Power is an intoxicating spice
Oily politicians line the public troughs with it
Wealthy corporations dress it up in lofty mission statements
Erotic mistresses ooze it to extract favors from lovers
Reformers inevitably glom onto it to achieve dubious ends
Sails upon my planet
A ship of cooling granite
Across the depths of time and space
Barely do I leave a trace
White caps and troughs erase my wake
Time will heal my neighbors ache
I leave no crease upon earth’s shoal
Sails affixed to my soul
11/11/2019
waves as tall as a building
with troughs as deep as a lake
many sail in this wild world
the atlantic waits
Natural Dodoitsu Free Poetry Contest
Penned by Seren Roberts on 3rd December 2012
Natural Dodoitsu Free Poetry Contest Details
Penned by Seren Roberts
Dated 3rd December 2012
" BREATH GOLD "
There were the crests ,
There were the troughs ,
With every breathe that grows .
Your matter as attire ,
Concatenate the souls on fire .
For now and forever .
To just breath gold ,
And let hold .
S•R•
@thatoneshe_
In Spring
In spring water troughs
fart all the
musical notes, butterflies go to
Collage school, four-leaf clovers babysit
bulldogs, placemats collect bits of
string to
make balls, lichen await letters from
royalty all over
the world, sticks go for
runs, not to
lose weight, but just for
fun.
Among such smog-soaked folk
As curdle-coil in cloud-spun smoke
Along the grain-cut naves
Which, God-heavy, lie stiff as staves
On sad-strung ouds, yet creep
In concrete-crumbled static sleep
Over cambered cities.
Whose peaks and troughs ebb with pities;
A ring-road tidal flow
With human crest now sunk below...
A gentle surf ruffles cold sand
They sit reveling in its scent
Shivering in its distant breezes
Sharing a memory of valor
Pummeled by an angry sea
Riding the curling troughs
Crabs plays hide and seek
Beneath their weathered forms
Seagulls shriek in frustration
They sit
Preserved by an ocean’s need
To remember
divine epiphanies dawn
glimpsed by us from time to time
osmotic penetration
stirs in our heart a love rhyme
ego offers resistance
striving for pole position
futile is its insistence
burnt off by bliss ignition
all we need is pure intent
the universe does the rest
granting scent of love consent
troughs too become a bliss crest
Intrinsic motivation
The cogs to elevation
To tick over and over
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock
To persevere, persist and permeate
Whatever life may throw
To ride the peaks & troughs
Till a perfect storm of dastardly acts
A kangaroo short of a circus
Came home to roost
An existential crisis…
Begone…asap
To begin anew
Intrinsically motivated
Sands streaming through my identity
Who I was and what’s to come
The pinnacle and troughs spinning
Invisible in speeds slow and fast
Above trials now and forgotten
Existence cycles with imagination
Ever dispersing thinly
As the midnight sands crest and fall
The wind tolling flat chimes
Death reads the last stanza
Yesterday is wrapped loosely
in the barbs and silky vapor of memory.
Tomorrow is a Mahogany wall of steep hope
slippery anxiety.
The Present is an awkward roll on an ocean.
of crimson crests and sable troughs.
Perfumed sails and bow-crushing sirens
Flashes of flippers and fins.
Sudden slashes and clicks.
The tapestry of grand sudden sorrow.
Many miles traveled
Many lessons learned
Many thing unraveled
Many times, burned
Patching up pain
Healing day by day
Lies leave a stain
I go on my way
Through troughs so narrow
I can barely fit
So, I listen to the sparrow
As I watch it flit
Lack of reason
Swirls with a cyclone
In winds of the season
I stand alone
Heidi Sands
11/5/17
THE SPRINKLER
Moving hoses
Of flowing,
Flowering,
Movement.
Running in rills to troughs of sand,
Pressing passages through the stones.
Pools well with
gurgles
splashes,
Thundering falls with mist skirts
of pearls strung
on summer breezes.
Keep it on the road,
Keep truckin', keep shakin' the load
Keep ridin' the troughs and crests,
Keep floatin', keep sailin' toward your best
Now chug, chug on down the tracks,
Getaway, far away from lack
And oh, keep lookin' up toward the sky,
Flex your wings; now get out and fly
Just move, keep movin' intently,
Keep travelin' toward your beautiful destiny
say you are master
of what became disaster
problems with plaster
Small piece fell from corner
making me become mourner
need plaster adorner
Pine straw in eaves troughs
water on my deck
so oh well and what the heck
caused wreck on my deck
ite in wreck
plaster fell from ceiling
which really sent me reeling
never appealing
what was revealing
my fanatical feeling
from me were stealing
The gulls are low, not skimming,
but surfing spray
just above
the rise and fall of crests.
Beaks scythe and catch
tracking troughs.
They seek the in-between fish
thrown
between tumbling parapets
of ocean.
Trawling gullets
scoop,
gulp the spew.
Swigging necks
do not glance back
but plow circles of light
upon the water,
then they dive upwards
into
the wings of the wind.
Muscle-shirt man took his cell phone for a walk.
His mutt was just a four-legged afterthought.
Sniffing out voles and angels from the wildflower troughs...
Muscle shirt man jerked him by the neck over and over again.
I was trapped by Muscle shirt man's loud cell phone drone.
And the mutt's giant wiggly bulldog anus.
I slowed down to gain them distance.
They soon disappeared beneath April's green Avalanche.
Frustration
Moody in its own reflection
Confusing to the inner mind
Bubbling thoughts of strained distinction
Bold and soothing, equal measures
Ferocity and shushing sounds
Thrust from mouths in contemplation
Syllables of three marcations
Peaks and troughs sequencing structure
Signify ensuing fervour
Consumed by anger, filled with fear
A burning sensation deep within
Erupting like a fevered lava