Best Shuffle Poems
when winter woke and dealt its hand
it froze the heart of cumberland
as icy air dispersed in spades
to twist and cut like razor blades.
small pools of water turned to glass
to shine like diamonds in the grass
while freezing sprays from waterfalls
formed icicles on wet stone walls.
when nature's breath turned all air warm
the earth embraced another form:
the snow that fell - now sadly gone
decked out a land to look as one.
if elements of that year's weather
could club the fells and fields together
then why can't jokers do the same
and follow suit - and raise their game?
Santa’s helpers, take a break
From the toys they like to make
And just for pure fun's sake
They dance the Santa Shuffle
Rudolph with his nose so bright
Likes to dance all through the night
Dances until the morning light
Doing the Santa Shuffle
Frosty Snowman dons his hat
Often he pops in to chat
And when he is all done with that
He does the Santa Shuffle
Mrs Claus is in the pink
Gives her husband a cheeky wink
Perhaps she’s had too much to drink
She’s doing the Santa Shuffle
Santa, resting by the fire
Thinking that he might retire
Suddenly has the strange desire
To do the Santa Shuffle
So why don’t we all take this chance?
To do this festive yearly dance
Mistletoe, wine, who knows, romance
Let’s do the Santa Shuffle
Moonshine, diesel fumes, and chicken wire.
Laundry hangin’ on the line.
Bible open to the Book of Job.
Backyard thick with prickly pine.
Jacket pocket full of Red Man dip.
Work boots laced with leather thongs.
Wedding portrait on the mantel piece.
Shotgun right where it belongs.
Kettle simmers on a cast iron stove.
Faucet’s drippin’ in the sink.
Matchbook underneath the table leg,
Teacup teeters on the brink.
Cobwebs draped across a window screen.
Horseshoe nailed above a door.
Things calmed down some since the weather broke.
Same sad silence as before.
Ma’s been servin’ up the buttermilk,
Boiled potatoes in a bowl.
Pa starts eatin’ while she’s sayin’ grace.
Lets her worry ‘bout his soul.
Man might say he be a slave to love.
Women make the same complaint.
Neither really know the meaning of
What it is and what it ain’t.
Santa’s helpers, take a break
From the toys they like to make
And just for love and pure funs sake
They dance the Santa Shuffle
Rudolph with his nose so bright
Likes to dance all through the night
A reindeer dancing’s a funny sight
While doing the Santa Shuffle.
Frosty Snowman comes to stay
With the elves he loves to play
And just before he melts away
He does the Santa Shuffle
Mrs Claus is in the pink
Gives her husband a cheeky wink
Perhaps she’s had too much to drink
She’s doing the Santa Shuffle
Santa, resting by the fire
Thinking that he may retire
Suddenly has the strange desire
To do the Santa Shuffle
So why don’t we all take this chance?
To do this festive yearly dance
Mistletoe, wine, who knows, romance
Let's do the Santa Shuffle
©Gary Wayne Hill, 2019
"THE PUMPKIN SHUFFLE"
MIDNIGHT CHIMES MISTY
PUMPKIN SHUFFLE SWINGS EERIE
SMILING GLOWING SMILES
ROLLING ROUND HAUNTED CASTLE
DRACULA SMELLS PUMPKIN PIE.
JACK-O-LANTERNS STRUT
HIDE AND SEEK SO KNIFE WON'T CUT
RAVENS FANCY FEAST
PUMPKIN PATCH HIDES MASQUERADE
VAMPY THIRSTS FOR MARMALADE.
PUMPKINS PINCH MOIST SOIL
OVEN HEAT BEGINS TO BOIL
SCOOPING INSIDES OUT
YUMMY SWEET TREAT TASTES SO GOOD
PUMPKINS SHUFFLE 'NEATH CAPED HOOD.
Georgy ran as Georgy can
Across the hot white shifting sand,
His hot foot shuffle
Caused such a kerfuffle,
Kicking sand up as he ran.
There's strength in the construction of character. You have built an empire to base accomplishments on. Waltz in celebration of your life. Your legacy will inspire the youth of the nation to hold up their arms and dance. Show them the courage and righteousness to move in step with the times, and hold your breath that they too will dance, dance, dance.
Lee Ann Womack - " I hope you Dance. " Inspired to me write this poem for a contest.
body board shuffle
the water so inviting
the feeling....serene
Chicken wang, chicken wang
Just hangin with my homies...
Eatin some baloney
Freaky thang, freaky thang
Just hangin with my groupie
Eatin something fruited
Orangutan, orangutan
Just hangin in da jungle
Try in a make a hustle
Shake that thang, shake that thang
Just playin with tha maracas
Tryina make a dolla
Band that thang, bang that thang
Just bangin on tha bongos
Tryina do da Kongo
Swang that thang, swang that thang
Just like a shoe strang
Eatin me some noodles
Tryina train a poodle
Instead of playing your regular playlist
Just shuffle the playlists one day
And yes, you should not skip, I insist...
What wil happen now?
You will hear your least fav song first
You will be upset, but still you know
Your favourite songs are also in the list
And so you will wait for it
But next, You'll hear another least favourite
This time, you won't be upset
You will just keep calm and hear it, I bet
And again, It will play your least fav
And now, you will be enjoying this process
But you won't easily express.
You will start noticing the interesting bits
And eventually fall in love with those least hits..
Now that's what happens in life
When we know what's there for us
When we happen to guess
We certainly lack the sheer enthusiasm
So don't be too attentive
Don't plan aggressively
Don't follow the time table
Cos, if we know
What's on the row
We can't relish,
For happiness lies
in the random things...
So go shuffle your playlist
Shuffle your time table
Be beguiled
Be a curious child
Life will be interesting...
August 26 2022
The blind slide of Freudian slips
half and half cut the stack
face up so you can see the words
you have written on the edges
of my three worded stanzas
an intricate complex this is
One by one right then left
right then left
right then left
A scrambled message
I know the answer to
a word on the left side
one word on the top
one word on the right side
the mensa geniuses might find me here
stalking shadows and handing out ultimatums
but the game of the blind leading the blind
just got better
right left right left right left
until you run out of cards
that was One
now do it
seven times
for this is the scientific perfect shuffle
write down the message of the threes
and lets see how long it takes them to figure out the message
for the psychics
for the geniuses
for the politicians
for the gifted
One by One
right handed card on bottom
blind leading the blind
a victom of an intricate complex
something worth figuring to be a secret of art
as every day metaphors of art inspire us poets
One day we will rise
like ashes from the flame
we will be on talk shows and interviewed
about our silly games
of how we teach and humble and set up the modern day
an intricate complex
to protect the world
and to wonder about satanic prevention
am I good or evil?
only one way to find out
go forth and get your deck
write the three words per card
beings dream are the jokers
and when you write your revelation of how it turned out for you
ponder the blind slide
point them in my direction
and they can write their chapter of if they followed me or
the martyr of you!
It's really the perfect shuffle
the keys are way out of reach
don't know how many centuries it will take to uncover the message
but i think its gonna be neat
blind leading the blind from one way to the next to mix them up and reveal and
twist the same message
and I the keeper of the puzzle will claim my fame
in all honesty as I have called out to geniuses
to come help me escape the satellites i'm on
and fake my death
Pleiades Shuffle - S
Sashay down the city street,
Sidewalks dance square sambas,
Sassy solo boogaloos
Swing steps sway then hand jive
Salsa steps won’t shuffle
Street dances stroll and stomp
Stage for cha cha congas
4-21-21
Contest: Pleiades S
Sponsor: Kim Merryman
Have discovered the word "shag" has taken on a different meaning through Brit Box. Omitted the word and made a change.
Shuffle shuffle
Hands shake as he pulls a stack of papers from his pocket
Shuffle shuffle
He finds a crumpled piece and reads the numbers inscribed
Shuffle shuffle go his feet as he hobbles to a pay phone
Just reaching it and picking up the receiver, is a milestone
Relief comes over him as he hears a ring tone
The gruff voice on the other side suggests
She is not alone. She has moved on
And how could she not after so long?
Much emotion he can hear in her tone
She wishes him well and then he hears a click
Shuffle shuffle
Hands shake as he searches for a number
Someone whose hand he can shake
someone who won't judge him
Who'll give him a fair shake
Dials the number hoping it'll ring,
No answer
Frustration sets in, he cracks open a bottle
Takes a big swig, feels the burn in his throat
And heads back to the homeless shelter
He loathes so...
Shuffle shuffle
The sounds of weary feet
Golden beams peeking,
songs of blues by the seashore;
Aghast jaws of life
rebuild an eroded beach;
The solace of the sea stills;
At peace you marvel
this melody can’t be real;
Nautical backbeat
a compass for the broken;
Soothing sorrowful band aid;
Lush foam matches drums
keeping such a sweet shuffle;
Sunshine sings backup
a gentle nudge on your mood;
Turquoise waters raise a smile.
found himself doing
something of a nose hair shuffle,
cause’ when she rolled over &
looked up lovingly
(ode to early twenty-something bliss),
soaked in her own juices
filling up his present world
with an aura of salaciously
sensual & succulent saporific scents
sending seductively saltigrade &
sensationally sentient shudders
speeding throughout his
body---
because you see,
up until this moment, no lady in his bed
had ever commented on the fact that
those little hairs were flailing,
or perhaps he had just hit an age
whereupon the time spent on
trimming such hairs
seemed to be more
appropriate,
than those younger years
before.
so he took the hint,
jumping up, making his way to the
bathroom,
looking for a small pair scissors,
but to no avail &
he then began to panic,
looking for an electric razor
(but he knew he didn’t own one,
because he never bought one),
but again, to no avail---
all he had were the disposable razors
which he used to chop away the
5 o’clock shadow,
which he allowed to grow over the
weekend, before he had to mow the lawn
& return to wage slavery on
Monday.
after stepping out of the bathroom to
take a quick gander at her laying
sprawled out with her legs open,
he jumped quickly back in front of the
mirror, picked up a disposable &
tore the blades upwards across the bottom
of his nose, getting rid of the wild hairs
that she had pointed out only moments
ago,
while also slicing himself,
causing a flow of blood
which handfuls of toilet paper
took an embarrassing amount of time
to mop up.