Best Dawdling Poems

Springing free from glistening 
Fronds
The summers heat leaps for 
Height;
Whilst drifting obscurely far
Above 
A distant lark now hangs in 
Flight.

Floats down his sweet trill,
Accompanied by joyous and
Uplifting revelry,
Over the black crows nasal 
Calls;
Whose draped shadow,
contemplating devilry,
Flaps and furtively falls 
Into ripening bean fields 
Planted in...

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I was a zealous fashion designer, whose elegant styles were ever in vogue,
Like the rainbow time of cool, damp evening, that elegant colors go rogue.

Lost in my work, I took it seriously, for creating something lovely is an art,
And worldly people respond the best, to...

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Swept up into piles; everywhere 
Abouts; in collected heaps all 
Around.               
It is almost as if the drab 
Streets were strewn with the 
Precious wealth of King Solomon's 
Gold!  ...

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The atmosphere rings with the bell like calls
of the plover flock, long before they are spotted.
The flight herringbones a grey fedora sky.
Markings of white and coal black weave,
wing-stitched, a blanket maker’s dream.

Sigh makers 	they close on the beach 
at high tide, the horizon shivers ...

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Unlike as in the West, there was no dating in our time. After a formal meeting before the family members, the boy and girl will be allowed sometime for a private talk. (that too only if the parents are progressive) If they like each other,...

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I sense and feel mystique of its appeal
In vibrant, verdant, blossoming spring,
Splendorous prairies undulating breeze,
Resplendent falling of autumnal leaves,
Glacial winds bemoaning a frozen sigh,
A cerulean terpsichore of ocean tides~
I sense and feel, yet can’t cage its wings.

Purposeful, evocative, musings unwind
When elixir of missives invigorates mind
In...

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A Chinese lad was at table dawdling with his pork and rice.
This upset his mama-san who reprimanded him in a trice!
"Clean your plate!  Children in America are starving, son!"
And she continued to berate him - her tirade had only begun!

"Your papa-san has a great...

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When I was a child everyone’s mother on my block corrected me.
Every adult in the neighborhood watched me vigilantly, carefully.
Watching for me to do something wrong,
So they could call my mother.
On the way to school I sometimes took a risk,
Knowing full well I’d get a...

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Shallow-pitched tiled rooftops sparkle vividly
 When lavishly sprinkled with needle-shaped grains  
Of shattered mutton-fat nephrite; 
    There, clinging forlornly against the hanging grey   
  Smoke, tinged with barely noticeable trace of mauve, 
   Dawdling lazily in...

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Picture on the Parlor Wall 9-27-24
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Sampler on the Parlor Wall

Shadows born from dawdling light
Stretch across a firelit room set with porcelain cups,
From tea parties long ago and faraway,
With an invitation to sample sweets and savories
Like the sampler on the parlor wall.

Beneath neat rows of alphabets...

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Wind circulates, lifting and flattening
an otherwise, benign, breathless world, 
relying also on deeper, slowly moving
tectonics, belching foully, scattering
seas...effecting change.  Seasons like Sun
rejoice and fold. An occasional comet or 
meteor perhaps a compassionate
God-sent, heaven rethinking the dawdling 
pace of destiny….  Man a defiant offspring,
rejecting...

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Dawdling outside the house tightly clutching the brown paper bag 
Full of penny candy my father had purchased for me with a quarter
I heard mother calling
Supper always spoiled my sweet delights, but I didn’t mind
Homemade biscuits with jam ever ready to take their place

The first...

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As I laze on my lounger
on a warm June day,
I hear 
a choir of bees bumbling,
wind lisping through leaves,
doves cuddling, courting,
the chink of cups
tea pouring,
birdsong circling,
the cat purring
and I close my eyes
daydreaming 
as

I wish 
I was the yellow rose
wrapped around the bower
surrounded by budding friendships
so...

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Tacita leaned in close and lowered her voice a tad. “So tell me, Jack. What’s your real name?"

"You don’t really want to know who I am. You just think you do. Aye, the public loves its monsters – as long as we keep our distance....

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SUBURBAN DECAY.

First glance,
On a Dullton day,
Golden years,
First glance,
eyes meet 
to dance.
Both so old,
Winter's fling
on summer's daze,
Languid heat,
even his dog trod slow,
shops half closed,
wishing weeds a'blow,
Suburban decay,
Going nowhere much today,
Rotted pavement,
Greet and meet, 
Their last romance,
Beyond first glance,
withering blasts 
from adult kin,
deleted to trash,
Golden oldies,
family misfits,...

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