Long Jiggles Poems

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A Voice

I hear a soft voice amidst
deafening din of daily grind:
Where's the forest dark and dense;
the mountain high as heavens--
its shadow, a looming doom?

Where's the valley that dews
dawn to dusk, too deep to fill?
Or the gulley wide and yawning?
Or the sea fathomless, bottomless,
a home for leviathans, a womb

for tsunamis; frothing and foaming,
howling, humping to the shore
where a tiny grain wiggles,
scoffing the scorching glare.

The grain jiggles on the beach
sparkling in the sun. His voice rings
a deafening roar: I'm F-A-I-T-H.
I'm higher than heavens, wider
than earth; deeper than the deeps...

Creation stills, cowering at his voice.
Trees wither; rocks shear off in splinters,
tumbling down in clouds of dust, spraying
shrapnel on persons away from the voice.
Out of my spell, I crawl to the beach.

© 2018 Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi


The Best Smile Ever

Newborns don’t smile, unless it’s from gas.
They haven’t quite figured things out;
But one day when just the right time comes to pass,
They grasp what their world is about.

Those faces all grinning and cooing and such
Are people delighted they’re here.
Their rattles and jiggles and warm hugging touch
Make that fact undeniably clear.

So the babies reward us – they give us a smile
And watch as we melt and we glow.
That’s a sure way to know we’ll be here for a while,
For we might miss a grin if we go.

Those bundles of joy seem to rapidly learn
And they’re really amazingly clever
For they know our devotion they’re certain to earn
Just by flashing the greatest smile ever!
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Everybody Needs a Fine Dining Experience

Shadows amid the waves
bird-eye targets,
besties gather for 
a fine dining experience;
aqua splits to pierce
of bill.

Fueling up the old pouch,
a winging pelican riding sea breeze
to sustenance; 
all hook-billed and needing no bait.

Just a hop, skip-skim 
across to side-dish;
let’s have a herring and mullet casserole!
Throat-sack wiggles, jiggles,
down the hatch,
then it’s back to the nest for 
cocktails and a snooze.

Gregarious, the lot of us,
quite a personable group;
flashey-fish’in, eight-foot
wingspan, spots another appetizer;
bank left, wings fold in
a dive-bomb spin...dessert!

We’re aerial acrobats of the coasts;
hop a ship and we’ll perform
for you; no charge.

Premium Member A Yarn of Sunshine

"I've got sunshine" 

TANKA~ 1
This heavyweight wind
jiggles the chimes limbs hanging
sensitively 
a thousand sound waves invade 
visible radiation
~~~~~

TANKA~ 2
Dark moonlight tempest
blunders off the mountain top
a massive flooring…
the courageous beam of light
saved souls upon meadow blades
~~~~~

TANKA ~3 
A place called daylight
where the beam is always pure
luminescence 
if you could only feel this
you’d ask to hold the torchlight 
~~~~~

TANKA~ 4
Somewhere were you sleep
the fluorescence substance light 
absorbs your beauty
every second that you breath 
the light becomes like sunshine 
~~~~~

TANKA  ~5 
Sky of falling stars
belong in my diary
notification
renewing my wedding vows
sunshine begins with me
~~~~~

TANKA~ 6
Missed the snooze button;
pendulum rods tick out loud 
morning bird and worm;
sunlit curtains smooth rays 
anonymous melody
~~~~~

TANKA ~7
Two rainbows petals 
peek outside with loneliness
against no sunlight
rainy weather condition 
no color will bring you back 
~~~~~

by;PD 
10-10-12
for: contest
Form: Tanka

Cancer Patience

A blowing wind spins up from the still and serene
Late at night a summer heat
When the sun’s not there to instigate

Knocks upon the old forest doors
Jiggles handles of Walnut trees
Latch unlatch latch unlatch

Jounces the stars from their blackberry jars
Bread crumbs for the young treasure hunters

Embers of Pied-Piper mice
Scurry from the lady’s midnight fire
Deep to the black woods

She stands up
A scarecrow of cancer
Brings down her arms

Allows the airy wand
To tap her body
Throat stomach thighs

She throws open the door
Lets the wood dance and sigh
With this charged billow of summer magic

Her skin soothes as chambray
Hair grows like wheat in fields
Bones weightless leaves in the trees
Ruffling ruffling

She is free she is free.


The Talking Pine Cone

Can pine cones actually predict how harsh winter will be?
If a harsh winter is on the way, pine trees create more pine cones.Thinking if squirrels & birds share their opinion on the coming season, they will collect more pine seeds & stock up ahead of time 

Atop a decorative table a basket of pinecones sit festive and clean 
No resin to speak of no brittle edge left, from the forest of dreams 
A little girl with a tub full of glue stickied and sparkled until two    
Til' a pinecone flew out of the pile and yelled,    "Tell me, what is new! "   
They talked for a while then, she hopped into bed;  
Santa arrives with a jolly old bounce, leaving a doll with a flounce   
Down in the valley the lumberjacks cut, but up in the Country their sought  
Thank God for the pinecones that talk and for those that do not  
Its gonna be a long cold winter so "wear your winter mitts"
says the pinecone to a Jolly Santa, who jiggles and jangles 
then laughs with a tickling fit...
Atop a decoartive table the pinecones arranged all with shine,  
ready for a Christmas of love, that arrives just on time.

Premium Member Loving the Susquahanna - a Story of Edibles

I am going to sea in a blueberry boat
That danced in the wind by the lee she did float
With vanilla sails and strawberry jib to bend her
Her chocolate chine hull held true on this double-ender

From starboard to port in a raspberry ocean
Her freeboard it romped up and down with commotion
The peppermint tiller was sticky to hold
My gimbals in irons I chose to be bold!

For spring tides it heeled her from stem to stern
While her yaw rode frosted waves of pineapple churns
She heaved and bellowed singing "Alive-Alive-O!"
As her rudder was a fishtail from a mermaid below

Over and under the jawbreaker swells
Listing like an upside-down candy apple she fell
To the bonbon trough she stumbled and waned
She crashed like a sugared angel melting in the rain

But I was the captain with orders to spew
I cried of marshmallows and graham crackers too
I could not give up and bend like a mushy banana
My heart was determined to sail the 'Susquahanna'

Alas she sunk to the deep down under
My pocket was her aftermath of all left asunder
While I swallowed candy with joyful jiggles
She melted away between nibbles and giggles!


September 13, 2019
Welcome to my Random World
Sponsored by Nina Parmenter
Form: Narrative

Early Times

I was reared in ruins,
East London brick dust
on lard spread on bread.
Nobody had a ticket out.

My grubby figure
daubed by days of oil and dirt,
a boy by a railroad track.
Trains slid passed
screeching on pumping brakes.

People not from here
going somewhere else.
Once a little girl dressed
in posh clothes,
(I mean, not rough flannel),
jiggles of fancy ringlets
a clean hand waving.
My senses shaking
and shaken,
marveling at the beauty
of those that passed on by.

I told mother,
she shrugged not understanding,
maybe she had yet to learn
my train-yard language
She was a lock-in woman
& spoke only
as a long ignored dog would
if asked about 
the meaning of life.

Premium Member Getting Old Sucks

My ass used to wiggle but now it just jiggles.
My breasts look down at the floor.
Gravity and old age have taken over.
I'm not a "pretty young thing" anymore.

When I look in the mirror I wonder
Who in the hell is that person I see.
With grey hair and wrinkles and hair on my chin,
That person just couldn't be me.

I used to shave my lovely, long legs
Before I headed to bed.
That really is no longer a concern,
I shave my mustache instead.

My legs now resemble a road map
With lines running here and there.
If I could go back in time to my teens
I'd join a gym.... I swear.

Where on earth did my youth go?
I turned around and lost it somehow.
It's like aliens took away my body
And look what they left for me now.

I really don't mean to grumble,
I really don't mean to moan.
I just want to buy a new body
Like the one that I used to own.

I guess I will have to just jiggle.
It's what my ass will now do.
But I'd love to be able to turn back the clock
To when my figure was perfect... wouldn't you?
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Labradoodles

Come on Jiggles, let’s go for our walk, and remember, walk with pride
That’s my girl, my beautiful standard poodle, with your sexy stride

Jiggles short tail pounded from side to side,
Her excitement she could never pretend to hide

And her longing to get out was surely not feigned
Jiggles was a flirt, her desire for a handsome dog had never waned!

I put the leash on Jiggles,  within 5 minutes, she had spotted Plato
A bold young handsome powerful dog, a Labrador, I let her go

She lowered her eyes demurely, as Plato sidled her way, so slow
They sniffed each other and walked towards a bush, both had to know

They disappeared from sight, their love consummated, Jiggles wore a flush,
And Plato, this aristocratic dog, I could see a definite exited blush!

I looked at Plato’s owner and he at me, what were we to do,
These two would not be separated, this was truer than true,

So owners and dogs visited regularly, and the due date
Now close, mummy Jiggles came into labor, Hugh and I tended to Plato’s mate

Three beautiful Labradoodles, fluffy and cute, to meet Jiggles was Plato’s fate, Hugh and I fell i love, because of two dogs and an affair on their first date!




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Sponsored By Charles Messina
28/02/2021
Form: List

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