Best Nimble Poems

It’s the first Olympics on the moon,

And the crowd is all in helmets and suits.

Out walks the champion at the crack of noon,

And kicks the moon-dust from his boots.

The pole-vault is the upcoming event,

But no high bar is seen in the sky.

Aloft in a rocket...

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So lovely you grace the height of  glory,

Repeating nightly to the listening earth the wondrous story.

I read in your looks a knowing judge of love,

A knowledge acquired by eyes peering long from above.

Then, with pretty flight, you perch the throne

And listen to the musings...

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Jack be nimble, you must also be quick
Nobody's looking, give her popsicle a lick
She'll cry out with pleasure
As you lick her sweet treasure
Watch out for her daddy who carries a big stick


© Jack Ellison 2015...

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Jack always carried his candlestick,
ready to show off his jumping trick.
His speed and strength were better than luck
and he wanted more bang for his buck.

Cavendish McDare known as Jack-be-quick,
thought he was faster than dynamite wick.
Right before Jack was blown to smithereens,
his mother washed too much...

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Building walls around my heart secluded 
a second helping of worldly prevalence. 
Stunting evolving insight, purposely eluded,
to falter the pain of such an incidence. 
 
Finely crafting a masterpiece, a show
to entertain the ones who stand.
Indifferently freedom is offered to grow,
available to who takes the...

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Jack be nimble,
Jack be quick.
Jack jumped over the candlestick,
but Jack wasn't so nimble.
Jack just isn't that quick,
and now Jack has third degree burns all over his 

...I don't think I can finish this one here at the soup....

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Nimble fingers playing along
This black lung rending mining song
It touches your soul and lingers
Playing along nimble fingers

Heartache breaking common miner
Could ne'er be sung any finer
A strong tune that's overtaking
Common miner, heartache breaking

Match the tempo of mountain man
As long and as fast as you can
Guitar with...

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Jack be nimble 
Jack be quick
But Tom's slowing him down
Too much laughter makes him sick

Jack is collecting himself
Up off of the floor
Tom's going to have a field day with this
And just write more

Two talented men
Making all of us smile
I'll never catch up
Or have their style

PoetrySoup...

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Jack be nimble, you must also be quick
Nobody's looking, give her popsicle a lick
She'll cry out with pleasure
As you lick her sweet treasure
Watch out for her daddy who carries a big stick...

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It's cold and damp
Where my fingers lay.
Under this sheet I silently pray.
I pray for the use of different ways.
I pray for his urge and need to stay.
I pray for the right to feel this way.
I pray for the wait of another day.
Another night.
Nights when my...

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...or Jack be walking funny for a while...

Jack was nimble,
And Jack was quick,
But he miscalculated
That candlestick.
It was skinny and tall,
He was thick and quite small.
When he lit,
It was with an undignified bump,
With a blister
The size of his fist on his rump.
Then a notion occurred
To this...

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looney like fresh fruit
China never did give a hoot
at balloon would shoot

we had been enduring
countryside balloon touring
problem could be curing

balloon like owl would growl
wondered what was rational
of trail resembling towel

what we would admit
after water when it hits
balloon became tiny bits

fingers cold and nimble
balloon had caused...

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Bulky ute voyeur selects sleek sporty stalion
    Driving by, supersedes her oversized sedan
    Wide wheel arches have Porche comparison
    Voracious engine's enthuse easily enchants


     Large car cast dispelled by lacklustre Calais
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Groaning and mourning
Separate body from mind
Joking, poking and rocking
Calm nerves, propping me up to find

My way back home
Where I cavort into the comfort
Body and mind need to roam 
Free of the discomfort

I encounter when from home I stray
Hoping to delight my heart, to leave the...

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Nimbleness on my piano softly.
I hear the notes on high lofty.

Others come, and tickle tunes.
Listening intently, in my room.

We've moved and taken it with.
I play for my puppies, a gift.

It sits again in my dining area.
In tune, wooden condition fair.

For now it sits. I hear...

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