Deftly Poems

Gravity's Mime

Rising
by sin
falling
by virtue
Caught in the
blind spot
of destiny’s
rhyme

Words
overweight
in consonant
sorrow
Vowels
deftly stolen
inverting
— the time

(Cooke City Montana: August, 2025)

Another Day Fades and Dies

Softly, the sun shimmers with golden glimmers  
as a sanguine sunset dances a marvelous minuet.
Past the time of twilight skies, another day slowly dies, 
only to be reborn again on tomorrow's misty morn. 
With the warmth of radiant rays, Sol deftly displays 
Dawn's luminous light in place of celestial starlight.

CANINE KING

CANINE KING
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He was a dachshund extraordinaire,
     a canine king with a luxurious coat most fair.
He ruled our neighborhood with nary a care,
     his tail wagging wildly, his ears flapping in the air. 
His little legs moved swiftly,
     patrolling the streets quite deftly. 
He sniffed and snuffled with a curious mind,
     chasing the squirrels with harmless malign.
He barked at strangers with a fearless din,
     growling and showing his teeth like a sharp mandolin.
He ruled the streets with an iron paw,
     protecting and serving with his loving, doxie law. 
He licked the faces of those he knew, 
     reigning gently while enjoying his doggie chews.
He was a master of mischief with his charming ways,
     nudging with his nose, his way of begging you to stay.
His barks were music to my ears, his wags a delight,
     dancing and prancing with a carefree spirit, light.
He was a dachshund extraordinaire,
     a neighborhood hero and loving arbiter.

Shall I Compare Thee To an Elephant?

Shall I compare thee to an elephant?
Thou art a thousand times more relevant.
'Tis not from floppy ear doth ardor rise,
Nor yet shall sinuous trunk knot love’s sweet ties;
And if thou can’t stampede across the plains,
Nor deftly roll in mud when monsoon rains,
I find my heart shall hold here little lack,
As pachyderm thou aren’t in love’s soft sack.

Golden Glimmers of the Sun

*Playing around with Alliteration


The sun softly shimmers with gold glimmers  
Sanguine sunsets dance marvelous minuets 
Before falling abed, he briefly bled 
for having to close his eyes
beneath stunning skies when daylight dies 
Revived, reborn each misty morn 
With radiant rays, he deftly displays 
his fading luminous light in flourishing flight

orange you glad i didn't say crayon'd

.

                         did the audience 
                                 with 
                           jocular query
                              propone  
                               "glad"

                           undoubtedly

                         hern red would
                           be       mine
                              al'over
                              yellow daddio




*p.s....
          this is mine "dip's" cousin "crown'd dip"
          the explicate later, deftly study it's appear
          for the meanwhile   ')

Yet Another Politician

Why do politicians lie
And our wallets deftly pry,
Puff and bluster all the time
Their intent to cheat sublime.

Are we dumb or just naive
Of that talent to deceive,
Smiles aplenty to go round
While broken promises abound.

Why venerate them so
And not tell them where to go,
Pay good money after bad
The whole thing is rather sad.

When we put them to the test
They begin their quest with zest,
But time passes all too fast
Their resolve's not there to last.

We vote them out and start again
And get another just the same,
This conveyor belt of life
Sure to bring us yet more strife.

What solution may we ask
To complete this ingrate task,
Maybe ply them all with drink
Hoping this will help them think.

As to us, let's tune them out
Find a corner where to shout,
Release the loathing and emotion,
Survive the show and the commotion.

Let's be real and rather blunt
Lest our message we might stump,
There is another old profession
That earns its money by the session.

We might as well embrace the ride
Taking bumps full in our stride,
For if we blot out all the noise
They become mere soulless voids.

Joyous Linkage-TRI

A bud cradled within two leaves,
design of trinity sublime.
The proud plant tenderly conceives
pristine picture of pleasure prime.

Design of trinity sublime,
flower between two leaves is gay,
passion of plant set for display.

The proud plant tenderly conceives
kinship motif crafted deftly,
enjoys fervent rapture freely.

Pristine picture of pleasure prime,
in tied two hearts desire awaits
joyous linkage, a child creates.

Starlight Delight

The moonless night that enhances light 

Of the stars and all their clusters 

We all delight in this joyous sight

And the reverence that it musters

A tapestry for the eyes to see

So deftly woven in the sky

The majesty of this imagery

Will inspire life as time drifts by

Dance In The Square

The caller’s voice resonates in the jovial air,
his elegant moves steer on floor each pair.

Hold her, hook her from the rotund rear,
swing her around in circles with full gear.

Do-si-do and promenade in postures wild,
each step entwining your hearts beguiled.

Swirl around like an eddy in rhythmic flair,
dance to the beat of heart in the square.

Allemande steps you’re to deftly do-si-do,
until music fades from square with no clue.

A Pearl

An oyster felt an uncomfortable itch 
Caused by a stinging sand grain. 
Ten fathoms deep, he slowly made - a pearl, 
So that he was free from pain. 

A tenacious Japanese ama, dove, 
This mermaid beauty 'neath the tide,
Unbreakable, with just a knife and grit -
A pearl - she deftly pried.

A dream of a lovely fair-skinned lady, 
Perfect shoulders, flawless skin - 
A pearl - to hang between the snowy orbs,  
Below her graceful chin. 

A plan, a desperate man, a revolver, 
Its handle made from - a pearl - 
He'd purloin a huge oyster's record yield, 
But that's not how his scheme would unfurl.  

An oyster turns lemons to lemonade.
Conversely, a man, instead,
Takes that wise and appropriate adage 
And flips it on its head.

What's The Point?

Craggy digits deftly scribble 
Scrambled thoughts
Like snowfall on an unwilling canvas
Each a unique crystalline flake
A random one, a memory, a pain.
Some things to remiss,
Yet forcefully pervasive.
Some wistful vain recollections.
Scattered guilty shards
Faint hope. Unwilled. Lost faith 
Life dotted with streaks of gray, 
Uncontrolled. And unexpected
Reminiscent of a wistful youth 
An unwilling participant in this wheel 
Not conceived willingly.
Participating towards an inevitable end
No control, no choice
In face, in genes, in race, in place,
Just a human 
What was, what is, what will be
What has always been
It’s all the same, 
what’s the point?

Kicking Tires

Kicking Tires

So that is next year’s model, is it now?
The vintage being deftly moved aside.
I feel oddly sorry for them both, and how
Her sleekness won’t survive the filthy ride.

The vintage is deftly moved aside,
the owner seeks his youth in pristine sheen
Her sleekness won’t survive the filthy ride.
I was once the starlet in this scene.

The owner, seeking youth in pristine sheen
his hand on one, his eyes upon the next;
the vintage and the fresh, both rides I’ve been.
I feel oddly sorry for them, vexed.

His hand drops down, his eyes are on the next;
the Classic with her charm and Botox tried.
I feel oddly sorry for her, vexed.
Her perch, always precarious, slides.

The Classic with her charm and Botox tried
She meets my eyes, and casts her gaze askance
unsupported on that perch, she starts to slide
the modern model starts a slow advance.

She meets my eyes, and casts her gaze askance
I feel oddly sorry for them both, and how
the modern model starts the slow advance...
So, this is next year’s model, is it now?

Between the Extremes - POTD

In the nighttime hours
As the world deftly creeps by
I summon my powers
Spread my wings and fly
Past cotton clouds,
Snow-capped mountains, white
I am lost and I am found
I am beauty and blight

Past the midnight chimes
A soul searching for home
Tangling myself in rhymes
So as to not feel alone
Catch the updraft of hope
Friendship sun on my face
My place in this world in scope
Loathing, with love replace

My obsession just to win, in Trump’s own words

My head is in a spin,
My obsession just to win,
I'm driven and I'm mad
All I smell is gushing blood.

I feel I'm in a surreal game
That shooting sort - so very lame,
Where targets pop-up all around,
Nothing ever out of bounds.

What's good for them is great for me,
I'll deftly flatten all I see,
From rabid lawyers to media hacks,
I relish all their wild attacks.

For unbridled as they are
They alone propel me far,
Every moment of every day
From their lips my name they say.

Isn't that just simply grand,
As for every blow they land
Folks just rally to my side
Ferral wokes unable to abide.

I'm a fighter - all see that,
Unlike Joe that doddering dud.
Yes I'm tired - who wouldn't be,
But now the end I clearly see.

With the White House in my grasp,
I doubt I'll even need to ask,
They'll plead with me to take the keys
Given Biden's on his knees.

So while my enemies do the dance,
The time is near for me to prance.
They'll squeal and holler with all their might,
With me cheerleading at the sight.

I'll seal this race and do it quick
By any means and every trick.
Count me out at your great peril,
Not great odds even for the Devil.

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