Best Jiggling Poems
"Bring it, life, all your adversities...they only strengthen me!" - quote by poet.
oh, adversity...
haven't you exhausted
all efforts
to knock me off my equilibrium,
to make me
cry a river?
you came to break me in two
yesterday
with bells on;
jiggling around your ankles.
instead, all you got in return was
only....a shrug.
you saw no sign
of weakness on the surface
or deep within me.
you waited for tears
that never came.
you kept on poking
yet your needle pricks
didn't make me wince
you stabbed me with daggers
that never punctured my skin
or made me bleed....
are you disappointed?
surprised that your sharp weapons
cause me no pain,
but instead, tickle me?
go ahead, keep making me
stronger.....
Categories:
jiggling, endurance, life,
Form:
Free verse
*SNOW WHITE*
ANOTHER
BURRRR! BLIZZARD
COMING
DECEMBER
ESKIMO
FREEZING FORECAST
GHOST-GROUNDS'
HEAVY
ICICLES
JITTERS
KIMONO
LOW-HEAT
MAKING-COCA
NAPPING
OASIS
POWDERY
QUILTS
RESTING
SHIVERING
TURNING TO LOVER
UNDER-COVER
VIXEN-HEAT
WINTER-WINDOWS
XOXOXO's
YAWNING
ZZzzzzz!
*COLD AS ICE*
Zambonice-ing Your X-winter Whiting-rinks, Visible & Unusual Tough Snow-flurry, Racing Quietly Precipitation, Overflows, Nightfall, Mocking Like-little Keys Jiggling, Inside Hailstorm, Getting Frigid, Every-second, Drifting Clouds, Building ANGER!
by;PD
for: ABC contest
Categories:
jiggling, mystery, nature, seasons,
Form:
ABC
May the first is traditionally the beginning of Spring
St Joseph is their patron saint this day to be
the only free day when no workers joined
the throng of people shuffling looking already tired
to wherever they work, eyes down still shut tight
Make them work long hours you will find
was their bosses right.
May Day the food was prepared with what money they had
try to find some newish clothes to wear,
though second or third hand.
Their beautiful daughters would wash their hair
then brush it until it gleamed
a small flower was placed with utmost care
A maypole is placed in the village square
With bright coloured ribbons dangling there
The fiddler would play, soon up stepped the gents
follwed by the maidens, with no lover as yet
They weaved and they bobbed shouting with glee
Many a romance started when they danced happily
At the side the morris men would dance
Jiggling their bells sending you into a trance
All made for a happy day, set in your memory
making you smile for another year
before a day free
The may queen was chosen some blushing young beauty
Crowned with a ring of flowers and a small bouquet
She would dance for the people in a small ring
waiting to see who wrote and would recite the winning madrigal
May first brings the spring and buds bursting into flowers
A trillion small petals like a shower would flutter down
the myriad it makes brings a smile to your eyes
Cheers everybody it's spring,
our bodies need this time to relax and survive
Penned 10 April 2015
* madrigal. - a short love poem
Picture taken by an old friend Dave Chang who gave me permission to use it.
Categories:
jiggling, day, spring,
Form:
Blank verse
We’re both blowing bubbles out to the sea.
Together, like children, we feel so carefree.
They float away jiggling; then while we are giggling,
we splash them with water. We must look so weird.
But as quick as this poem, they have all disappeared!
Written June 19, 2014 by Andrea Dietrich
Categories:
jiggling, beach,
Form:
Verse
Four legs quiver
like clumsy cabrioles
striking smooth gray rivers
of zig-zag sidewalk barrios
in rhythm with happy shivers
syncopated on a muffled drum
as we talk and stroll
On our way
hand-in-hand
we persuade and pretend
this day away
taunting and cajoling to demand
laughing “hide and seeking”
chasing and skedaddling
poking and peeking
like cuddly pandas
or canoodling otters
splashing and clambering
We roll and meander
impetuously twiddling all the way
atop gregarious green promenades
we pause in slight delay
as we prattle and prance
as we dance to the Crickets singing
nodding to their fiddling
frolicking with all the jiggling
Serendipitous stalks
of snickering flowers pop
to dazzle and razzle our wits
we glide in stripes of candy bits
of rainbows bright
Purple painted paisley
fragrantly flairs in pairs
of scented lavender sweetness
among black-eyed daisies
dusting the woozy air
in a meadow’s billowing bloom
sunflowers sunbathe in costume
We giddily tarry
as we carry
a feast of fancies and treats
artsy bits of charmed delicacies
filled with a peck of upcoming kisses
enticing fantasies that wink
Snuggling shenanigans lead us astray
as we find our rootie-tootie hideaway
hugs as we shy away
from tomfoolery jesting
to lay down and swoon
looking up at the soon to be stars
lingering for the coming of the moon
Murmurs of Starlings
gaggle their harmonies
of chirps
in cheeks and broadened beaks
thrumming tiny melodies.
Swallows sweep and woo
fixated on this unabashed swain
through songbird strains
announcing a shrilling review
broadening in sweet refrains
“I love you…I love you”
Fingerpainting the Monet sky
puffy white cotton words appear
from clouds passing by
while tiny violins spin in the air
piccolos peep
pigeon-toed Doves coo and weep
their contentedness to appease
trailing off the pleasant breeze
I fall upon my knees
My words explode to strew
like a thousand storms set free
“I love you…I love you…I love you”
Categories:
jiggling, i love you, love,
Form:
Rhyme
We’re monopolized by the Saran-wrapped food,
the plastic cutlery,
absorbed by the clutter of the food tray.
Numbed by hours of jiggling,
the carting of torpid bodies through interminable distance,
we’re wedged now into boredom, uncomfortably numb.
Anesthetized – we fear nothing.
If the aircraft stalls, few will scream.
We’ll keep decanting small bottles of vin de table,
butter buns.
As the aircraft plummets
and drops like a stone to certain death
we’ll still be struggling with condiment sachets,
coffee creamers, with small, molded cruets
oblivious now to anything less important.
Categories:
jiggling, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Again, you ain’t got the rockin’ time
To shake my waist jiggling a move
Between the thrill that leads to you
And a summer lost from faraway grooves.
Boy, again those hazed gigs roll and subdue
Our desire touching night’s rhyme.
When that leather skin comes along
My soul falters with a yearning ,raw
Raw in toasted coals of primal heat
Only to caress me quick, oh hours withdraw.
Again, ain't got time to rock me complete;
Roll slower, my boy, we can’t go wrong
These beating ticks, time cannot rent,
Come, roll slower in love’s mood , content.
Inspired by The Guess Who’s song, ‘ No Time’ (70s)
'No time left for you
Distant roads are calling me'
Kelly Deschler's I Love Rock and Roll
11/22/2014
Categories:
jiggling, song, time,
Form:
Rhyme
Abominable holiday season greeting to the have-nots me and you
Bombshell tabloid sleigh bells got those ear holes ringing
Cut the tax gift wrap ribbon, only good cheers for the wealthy few
Ducky Little Donald beaky wacky-quacky curse caroling
Ebony epithets, Latino canina lobs, Palestinian and Muslim sobs
Freeze the Access Holly Would frame, hear the locker room talk
Get smart, dummies ... Populist Idol adored by Wall Street snobs
Hate not the playa, love the con: Eraserheads don’t need no chalk
Incense of Uranium burning, napalm is pissy incendiary to touch
Jingling cash registers be jiggling twin money-makers below and above
Kiss the ring of the Don, you poor stiffs ... just don’t ask for much
Let not the blue chips, white gems and red jewels make you a begging fool
Make the payments on time, or he break your legs with loan sharky love
No Festivus is complete without the test of strength Labor Party feats
O, deary me, Hercules Putin is cancelling from the main event
Proof is compromising truth, we don’t eat no tainted Trump red meat
Questionable straight partners sexually, fake news getting bent
Risque business dealings, tiptoe thru the financial tulip inquiries
Stake your illegit claim, skim a little off the top ... fattening grifter butt
Take a little less scrutiny, a lot more thievery ... no legal worries
Ultimate year end declaration: Shed that slothful image of a Jabba Hutt
Vacant morality, rampant gluttony ... gotta do what the lust belly says
Wiggle weight-loss room is minimal, doing the right thing is optional
*** expose, another failed marriage on the way ... oh, happy dog days
Young bacon tenders is ripe for old Porky Pig, innocence is so sellable
Zinc adulating is the best White holiday blues lip service Rudy brown-nosers do
Categories:
jiggling, metaphor, parody, slam, word
Form:
ABC
A newborn’s toes wiggle like candy pink
Curled by rose petals, more fresh than morn’s scent
Flinging those buds, I trace her blossoms.
Pastel from the wink of sunlight’s blossoms
She chuckles as tiny feet gush in pink,
While the hammock billows a fruity scent.
In quick of naps,ten toes waft talcum scent
Till chuckles burst forth from jiggling blossoms,
My grandchild, my rose; graced by daytime's pink.
Lovely pink charmer wakes scent of blossoms!
For Kelly Deschler's Simply Beautiful #2
Categories:
jiggling, baby, beauty,
Form:
Verse
On Christmas Eve night,
The only sound
Within our house
Comes from its wooden frame,
Creaking
And settling
Like three footsteps
Carefully
Stepping
From the upstairs
To downstairs
Then nothing more,
An exhausted ghost
Lifted
From the hot air
Of the furnace
That begins to blow
Through the opened vents
On the wooden floors.
But then,
From the living room
Down the hall,
A tiny bell
Rings
Rings
Rings.
I go to see.
From under the Christmas tree,
Lit
With twinkling lights
Like the skyline of a city
Towering upon a bay at night,
The presents
Underneath
Wrapped
And stacked
In all the colors,
Rippling
Like a watery reflection,
I see
Our cat
With his snowy white paw,
Much like a miniature mitten,
Batting the air,
Back and forth,
Above his head,
Jiggling
A little bell
That fell
From the top of the tree,
Snagged by the tree’s scraggly arm
Outstretched
At the hem of its billowing skirt,
Pulsating a tiny
Ting
Ting
Ting
Through all the rooms
Throughout our house
In the pendulum eyes
Of that curious cat,
Holy echoes
From all my Christmas’ past.
Categories:
jiggling, christmas, eve, happiness, holiday,
Form:
Free verse
fluid arc,
gurgling of hose,
giggling of little girls, with long hair.
strawberry scent dizzies the air -
suds are everywhere.
waterfall rainbow rinses
youths cinnamon strands,
chubby cheeks jiggling.
sunshine dries soaked hair
as they continue to play
in my fresh air memories.
3/16/2020
Categories:
jiggling, fun, girl, memory,
Form:
Rhyme
A wafting, giggling,
windy, wiggling,
breezy, jiggling
flower wore red.
With words so humble,
as he did stumble,
a simple bumble
bee then said,
"on my flight here,
may I light here,
you pretty sight, dear,
fair flower in red?"
"I'm all a'glowing,
petals showing,
nectar flowing,
yours in my flower bed."
Categories:
jiggling, flower, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
the bottle bounced,
said shatterproof.
kids have to do it
more than once.
mom’s countenance
shatterproof -
probably laughed
behind the scenes.
more likely created
creases, mad lines.
when our kids
don’t show up
on time -
when the watch
ticks slowly
fear growing…
anger ticking,
if relieved
by the doorknob
jiggling…
shatterproof,
no explosion,
just quiet,
sheer silence,
no glance,
no hello
when ya know
you’ve completely
screwed up
shatterproof
at remembrance,
when your kids
likewise
turn the key
recklessly
if they’ve made it
home, you sigh
with relief,
with epitome,
with resignation,
knowing they’re stepping
into the whole wide world
…have you made them
shatterproof?
tears at times
…when ticketed
…heartbroken
…pregnant
We survive
We are alive
S H A T T E R P R O OF
6/24/2023
Categories:
jiggling, angst, children, parents,
Form:
Free verse
A piddling, trifling cha cha cha
Danced her petootsie off, rah rah rah
Wiggling, jiggling and a ha ha ha
We wanted to join them lah dee dah
Categories:
jiggling, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form:
Rhyme
Look me in the eye
Get off your phone
I heard you sigh
Now don’t you lie
I see you texting me
I know you know that I can see
No I won’t read just tell me
Jiggling with laughter
Your not that funny
Look me in the face
Don’t drive away
Why don’t you stay
Put that cell away
Your taking me off
Your friends and family
Well what a shame
Perhaps we can meet instead
Have a nice lunch
Talk to me
Learn from me
Don’t scoff at me
I see you cough at me
Don’t choke on your words
Those I can’t hear
Get off the phone
Your ready to steer
Finally you put down the phone
What to talk about
I have nothing to say
Just want to stare into your pretty blues
Why you rolling them that way
Categories:
jiggling, slam,
Form:
Rhyme