Short Wedge Poems
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The wonderful Wedge-tailed Eagle
Now there’s a bird that’s regal
Circling high in the sky
Nothing escapes it’s eye
So you’d better watch out for your Beagle.
Yet whilst ajar, my hopes are wafer thin,
as door is slight, then wide awake am I
constraint of dismal days without reply
hopeful that if somehow, light shines in.
Form:
my womb, your first home
our bond formed before your first cry~
but drugs made us foes
01/03/2020
Contest: Senryu on Mother
Sponsor: Jenish Somadas
There you are
Sitting in a tree
Stretching out your wings
The master of all you see
And looking straight at us
Then I see you flying up high
As we see you fly across the azure blue sky
You have been here as long as the wind
And will see the world renew when it begins again.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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Too...
the point
social bias
we fall into place
Indoctrinated system
-ism's become a wedge
classism a form of racism
minds eye trained toward color
gold and green....bold with greed....
Living on the edge,
on a thin razor like edge,
I walked on one side,
of a deep yawning wedge,
wind blew hard in a roar,
sweeping my hairs,
my legs swerved,
as if inviting a fall,
I steadied,
only to be windswept again,
precipitatinggly and gingerly,
I walked along,
life is a similar wedge,
with you on one edge,
it is not known for sure,
when a wind might blow,
and take you deep in wedge,
quite dead.
to God made a pledge
will thank when He removes wedge
helped me cut my hedge
God always believe
in church Him we will receive
gave us a reprieve
God seems so splendid
all my many sins ended
He had intended
of God I am fond
our thinking He is way beyond
have a common bond
God gave His blessing
go to church up am dressing
sins are confessing
could be a crisis
while God always suffices
full of surprises
See the eagle soar on high
Against the Australian azure sky
I wonder what your eyes will see
To the horizon as the earth meets the sea
Royalty of the air of all seen
Diving down on prey in death so clean
Then on a dead wood branch standing
Alert keeping watch so demanding
Who will challenge you
To outlast the fight through
And then soar again in a cloudless sky
As you conquer the world flying so high.
© Paul Warren Poetry
The Country Club of walking death,
calls out across the ferns
The 1st hole starts with pain unmatched,
its traps to flame and burn
The 9th hole calls you back to life,
just to send you down again
The 14th hole, a dismal swamp,
your demons there within
The 18th hole where soul’s are judged,
double bogeyed with a six
The clubhouse dark, your blood trail marked
—devil carrying your sticks
(Overbrook Golf Club: March, 2020)