Wedges Poems | Examples

wrecks

the wrecks
of motor crashes,
limbs flailing
and red hailing
Its art red here,
we are in fear
of the chaotic
of we'll be dying
without injury,
I hope its your
simple heart
and not the
pumping
of adrenaline....
I always
as this child
held my breathe
and it scared me...
I hate to think
I understood
scorpions
and the
new
beginning
of their sting,
it torments me
in such fear
every night-mare,
since I had seen it......
A bug let loose
against its cool,
and it was never
a pretty sight......
there's one point,
we'll be back as one,
we can't escape em,.
and I torment & hate,
their hat tricks
ruining rest of me
in a pile of sludge
It goes back to
high school wedges
and popular laughter.....
Evil  always the names
and yet popular on twitter......
singing cursed on here
I am your opportunity
and your disease.
You don't remember me....

Folding Time into Origami Blooms

here I stand waiting
balanced on the edge of time
past draped at my back
the future creases forward
a bloom yet to be folded

creases cross the sheet
the past bends, then re-creases
future folds to match
both entwine though never meet
a puzzle time enlightens

like petals rising
origami takes its form
each wedge takes its place
a flower blooms in the room
unfurling in happenstance

paper remembers
each valley, each mountain path
trails of where I've been
ghosts of futures not yet lived
hidden in the pleated sedge

tilted polygons
wedges stacked in helical
time loops on itself
a structure both flat and vast—
endless bloom of folded space

each crease is a breath
a moment held in silence
each fold, a new path
unfolding from edge of time—
flowers blooming come alive

Heart And Sole Complaint

Tho' they may display legs to best advantage,
observing the constraints, begs the question, 'What's afoot?'

Seems to me I had a bee in my bonnet
about women's proclivities and passion
when compelled to write this pseudo-sonnet
about their footwear fashion.
Some are bonkers barmy as bedbugs, daft, dippy, daffy,
(with) bats in the belfry too,
it's far beyond my reckoning, as I can't fathom,
why they choose to wear the pairs of shoes they do.
And as for a clue, I haven't any, why they own so very many.
With their platforms, pumps, stilettos, wedges, they're tottering on
the edges of insanity, an exercise in futility,
an accident about to happen, one stumble, a tumble then... a calamity.
Seeing them hobble, while their dogs are barking,
these are the words they'd speak, if their feet could talk,
'Cinderella had the right idea, losing her glass slipper,
as oh the pains you put us through when you are wont to walk.
It's no more than torture, a total imposition,
somewhat akin to boots of the Spanish Inquisition.'

Europe

The Problem of Europe.
 
Christianity is a rising mist I normally do not bother to
think of  I dislike all religions as ill omens told fairytales
demanding to be taken seriously.
 
The worship of Jesus could have been a friendly affair
bewildered vicars talking about peace and thanking
the ladies for the beautiful flowers.
 
Until one remembers the Bush and Blair two knights
who wedges war against Islam by invading Iraq and
fight a religion all good Christians and Hebrews detest.
 
So if you thought religious wars were of the past
you’re wrong the western occupiers of Palestine are
but a religious war. Israel is a European enclave.
 
In Europe, Islam is a strong, demanding alien force
that we must not give in to, but we must
respect their discipline, devotion, and morality.
 
Should the good people of Europe find I slam a better
and more fulfilling religion than our Christianity, it is
because our culture is spent and insipid.

Overstuff

Maybe it was that last biscuit layered with butter and jam
or could it have been those sodas only around nine cans
Never just one bucket of extra crispy southern fried chicken
could make you feel bloated and heading to the can
Never those mashed potatoes or drinking gravy from a cup
probably that single green bean when I knew I had enough
Ears and ears of corn so sweet and buttery to the taste
curly fries drowned in ketchup smeared all over my face
Only a couple wedges of corn bread heavy with butter
and that macaroni and cheese just one serving than another
Fried okra and cabbage with lots of bacon and diced ham
those savory baked beans swimming in molasses man oh man
And a pitcher of brewed sweet ice tea with sugar from sugar cane
now using artificial sweeteners or corn syrup would be insane
And for dessert a hot Dutch apple pie with ice cream a la mode
capped off with chocolate syrup mixed in that hot cup of joe
Such a light lunch so why do I feel so overstuff
that extra large pizza for dinner will just have to be enough.

Sweet July

Sweet
July
Strawberries
Plump and tempting
Bowls of rainbow fruit
Juicy pink triangles
Of watermelon wedges
Peach slices with a dash of salt
Sipping raspberry lemonade on
The front porch in a tangerine evening


07/07/23

While Moonlight Bathes My Hedge

a miniscule poem I write 
sitting on my window ledge 
late at night 

the  evening light  falls 
while moonlight bathes my hedge 
my creative thoughts call 

sending word shimmers 
like tiny wedges  
they glimmer 

a miniscule poem I write 
while moonlight bathes my hedge 
they glimmer 

Sponsor	Mohan Chutani
Contest Name	Let's Minichu on fun 
4 /4 / 2022

Some Of My Favourite Things

( Inspired by AND to be sang to the tune of
   " Favourite Things " from The Sound Of Music. )

Dew drops that sparkle
On cobwebs in hedges.
Pizza and sweetcorn
And lightly spiced wedges.
Giggling children
Shouting  " Higher! "  On swings.
These are just some of
My favourite things.

Peacock's spread tails,
Purples, blues and greens.
Transitioning stage sets
To enrich each play's scenes.
Harmonious beauty 
When a choir sings.
These are just some of 
My favourite things.

Dogs, Swans and Seals,
I love big, round, brown, eyes.
Admiring the array 
Of colours in skies.
Funny old memories
And the joy that they bring.
These are just some of
My favourite things...

When the darkness
Overwhelms me,
I can make it light!
I simply remember
How favourite things
Can help me to feel
Alright!

Driving Wedges

Driving Wedges
Haiku by: Tom
9-10-2021

Divide and conquer,
while unity makes us strong,
division weakens.

Acting Delusional

Acting Delusional
My Opinion August 16 2021
Miracle Man

Politicians blame other’s for each mistake,
and often are seen as a political “snowflake.”
While persisting in pointing a finger of blame, 
they sometimes flounder, looking inane.

They’ve driven wedges until our country’s split,
when a mistake is made, “man up” and own it.
These elected officials in whom trust was placed,
believe you’ll “never let a crisis go to waste.”



“When a man points a finger at someone else,
he should remember that three of his fingers
are pointed at himself”

Anonymous

Broken Politics - Is There Another Way

Divisive, abusive, hollow and torn,
Our politics broken through anger and scorn,
More pointing of fingers, of turning one's back,
Is this the new norm, our thorny new track?

What happened to thinking before all those tweets,
Like manicured gardens torn up by rough cleats,
The skill of debate, of viewing both sides,
Bridging that gap from all which divides?

Conviction and Passion bedfellows at times,
Are often the cause of unspeakable crimes,
Opinions do matter but where the heart rules
Indiscriminately steals the most precious of tools.

Reason and empathy, knowledge and tact,
Not impulse and odium and that's a firm fact;
One road may be windy, the other dead straight,
But both may yet lead to the very same gate.

A viewpoint reminds of an infant just born,
It develops and thrives if loved not forlorn,
Tended and taught by the many not few,
For that kernel of light to shine brightly through.

Balanced and just, open to thought,
Opinions conceived and not merely taught,
An untenable vision, an improbable dream?
It takes but the thinnest of wedges to open a seam.

Replenish

laughter rushes   summer cleanses
                            subverts subsistence 
children ramble  seaside scramble
                scribble sand
            
hamlet beckons   hangout persuades
                         hermits wade
worship freedom
                wooing
emissaries 
                dripping
leisure
                wedges in
                







Poem composed July 8, 2021

The Fine Art of Axe-Throwing

Ever gone to throw an axe?
You’ll love it if you try.
Grip the handle and relax,
Standing firm into your tracks,
Release and let it fly.

Over end, the axe will spin,
And through the air will whisk.
To the target, caged within,
Close to center, you will win,
Like darts with more the risk.

In the target, there are rings,
That circle round the eye.
Each a different point it brings,
When towards the board the axe it zings,
And wedges in the ply.

In the corner, there’s a spot,
Which comes with much acclaim.
Blue, the color of the dot.
If you have a killer shot,
Can help you clinch the game.

When you come, make sure to pack,
No shoes your feet expose.
If the board, it gives a smack,
And the axe comes bouncing back,
Will help to save your toes.

Grab a beer, this social game,
Is just as good as any.
It may even help your aim,
But too much is sure to maim,
So please don’t have too many.

Matarael

Through the street's cuts and edges
Divided by rolling, speeding wedges,

Rain hastily sears the worn hedges,
As well as dusty, solemn pledges.
A flood comes to consume

Benches melt and lamposts bend into canes
With a flickering end

A city meets it's disintegrating end
Before one can count to ten.
Acid rain strikes again.

Walk Like An Egyptian

Three decades ago, I was smaller.
My steep wedges made me seem taller!
In gigantic glasses
I taught my six classes,
and I worked hard. I was no staller.

Though mixtures of old and new dances
were challenging, I took my chances 
on pulling a muscle
while doing the hustle
at proms. I got many shocked glances!

These people and things are iconic:
The Golden Girls, Reagan, Hask Tonic,*
moonwalk, Dirty Dancing,
the cold war, Romancing
the Stone. Need to GET REAL was chronic. 


poem title--song by the Bangles    *for hair     italics for movie titles


October 16, 2018, entered in Michelle Faulkner's Remembering the
1980's Contest

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