Short Wading Poems
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thick fog engulfs night
wading across fetid swamp
moon casts dim beacon
eyes of beasts monitor steps
owner's pursuing dogs howl
Travelling to your country morning
wading through the mists
birds echoes rising
off canter horses
like tears striving
I have an S-curved neck
I am a tropical bird who can stand on one foot
hot pink feathered wading bird
I eat shrimp plankton and algae
who am I?
I must tell you this bird:
long thin legs, sharp beak
wading in a dappled stream
grayish blue, at home in cypress
Curving skyward through Spanish Moss
Beethoven's Ode to Joy
Egret, wading in shallow surf
Autumn leaves
Untouched nature
The Venus de Milo
Young love
Last year I got into trouble;
It was certain my digits would double!
"Eighty-seventh time!"
Meant stop, that's the line!
Now my clear upper limit's a puddle!
visitors flood park
capture bear wading in den
applauses given
The buffalo is wading deeply
into the mud.
Ripe is the rice.
And white.
There’s almost no wind.
Sun in circles.
Rice is the door,
quietly is rustling at ajaring...
There was a hungry saddle-billed stork,
That went for a wading walk,
With his long stout bill
He caught fish at will,
It sure made the other birds gawk.
SEASHORE
sandy, warm
wading, swimming, surfing
shells, driftwood; rocks, fossils
hiking, picnicking, climbing
barren, scenic
MOUNTAINTOP
Phlox of purple field, Bill's
photographing hidden
Phoebe, favorite bird.
Phased by nothing else, like
Pheasant flying up, he
photographs Phoebes. Next
Phalaropes, wading birds.
Fable of Tadpole and Lily
lily bed pillowed
wading time on the pond's breath
tucked in pole's warm pool
utopia kiss unwrap
a frog soon took his flower
connie pachecho
6/22/17
Be circumspect in
Wading into temptation
Steer clear of that danger zone
For the devil is
Always waiting to trap you
Wade not into temptation
Date written and posted: 12/05/2017
Herondiamante
Heron
Proud, peaceful
searching, wading, fishing
River Bird with a Beak of Ice
standing, watching, waiting
Blue Warrior
Sentinel
we're wading through
a storm:
hate
wickedness
It straps on a bomb
It wields a knife
it knows no
race or colour
and still London
rises
my city of colours
my city of friendship
drawn no more
to the game
of push and pull
we withdrew
the ebb and flow
of life’s tides
yet sometimes does
pull us in
be this as it may
wading in the waters
we do not get
our feet wet
Dog stands in muddy wading pool
Drinking this clay-gray gruel he made
He is sitting now, immersing his body in the wetness
Knowing what he intends to do next,
I jump up and make my way to the gate
Westward wanderlust,
Wagon waltzes with Winter wine,
White watercolor walleye, windy-wallop.
Wading where wafers wage war,
Where warmth wanes without warning.
Wary whispers; weather will weather, whatnot.
Hue and cry roadmap
totem sign or lachrymose
knee-deep self compass
wading bird of psychic lull
being is a misty quest
that oblong pointer centred
on some phantom bridge
Date created and posted : 9 th August 2021
Haiku
Wet leaf in a pond
Ants abandoning sinking ship
Shore line yonder.
Haiku
Tsunami brewing
A child wading in the puddle
Escaping tadpoles
Haiku
Ornamental pool
Floating red plastic bucket
Eerie silence
Whims flash into his mind
Wading of artist eyes
White of a blank canvas
Whatnots need to be birthed
Waving avant-garde brush
Winter spreads like icing
Wide bunny ears coax snow
5/9/2021
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Sponsor: Kim Merryman
HMS used
Artifice-cultivation
Cracking pitches, up at bat
Impactful, this journey to fame
Reacting, claims to my own name
Control, my poison cup
So let go as follows
untying the knot
Wading through crystal water
Unearthed root systems
Free, complete
fuchsia gold pink dawn
naturally it's beauty
sunburst in the bay
the hour of hush still rapture
melted colors drift to sea
at the verge of day
in the time of green tree songs
wading in waters
beneficent sunshine rays
in an age of spectral skies
I released a valve,
protective porcelain,
brought a amnesty and sought the head metal,
wading story,
through frot and even friction,
that couldn't consummate me without a direction-
the galaxy is here as we're awaiting and non creating...
Time unleashed from ferrum
becomes pain
like a palm moon.
A tableau vivant was gliding
on the road.
It was a night of rage.
A frozen scene
undulates the history of fire
in the eyes of a flute.
Who was breaking
the clouds
wading in reeds ?
Satish Verma